Buttkickin’ Halloween Songs: “Mr. Crowley” — Ozzy Osbourne (1981)
A heartfelt Halloween tribute to Ozzy Osbourne, celebrating survival, fear, music, and the magic of the spooky season. Mr. Crowley takes the final bow.
A heartfelt Halloween tribute to Ozzy Osbourne, celebrating survival, fear, music, and the magic of the spooky season. Mr. Crowley takes the final bow.
A paranoid post-punk classic, “Repo Man” by Iggy Pop blends cosmic dread with reckless fun. A perfect pick for Buttkickin’ Halloween Songs.
A creepy doo wop classic for Halloween night. The Coasters turn pulp paranoia into a swaggering bop where someone tall is standing right behind you.
Bauhaus unleashes pure nocturnal panic with Dark Entries. A jagged, paranoid sprint perfect for Buttkickin Halloween Songs. No monsters required.
A chilling look at Invisible Sun by The Police; a haunting, cold, and lonely classic about hope struggling to survive in the dark.
Pet by A Perfect Circle turns comfort into control. A sinister lullaby about fear, power, and obedience joins our Buttkickin Halloween Songs.
Electric Eye by Judas Priest turns government surveillance into a metal nightmare. Big Brother has amp now, and Rob Halford is the voice of control.
The most terrifying monsters live in your head rent free. This Talking Heads deep cut turns memory into a psychological horror show. “Memories Can’t Wait” joins our Buttkickin’ Halloween Songs.
Nothing breeds more contempt for this worldThan memories now formedEvery moment a new seedIs grown to no reason the trouble unfoldsFor the trials of todayI’m no jury really don’t care how you feelThe pleasant notion of miraculous changeDrifts into multiple jeers, jeers, jeers You want the good life, you break your backYou snap your fingers,…
Open waterWhere’s the shore gone?Held, I falterOpen waterI know, the seaWill bury meAnd all I see isOpen water… So picture it: a lovely day on the ocean. You head out for a swim, or a dive, or maybe just to flex your newfound sense of adventure. The sun’s high, the horizon’s endless, the world feels…
Tore up the restraining orderI don’t care, I’m comin’ overWhat your daddy said isn’t goin’ over too wellDon’t you know not to kiss and tell? Mother said, she’s my brother’s daughterAnd I don’t even know who’s my fatherI guess she’s my cousinBut she needs some sweet lovin’ anyway.. Well we’re a few days out from…
You walk through the subwayHis eyes burn a hole in your backA footstep behind youHe lunges prepared for attackScream for mercyHe laughs as he’s watching you bleedKiller behind youHis blood lust defies all his needs… That’s the thing about Iron Maiden, though;they were pre-designed for Halloween playlists. Hell, their entire iconography feels like a master…
Lucifer Sam, Siam catAlways sitting by your sideAlways by your sideThat cat’s something I can’t explain Jennifer Gentle you’re a witchYou’re the left sideHe’s the right side, oh no!That cat’s something I can’t explain… I was wondering when I was gonna get around to Pink Floyd’s Lucifer Sam. It feels like, except among Floyd fans…
This is a story about your friend and mine(“Who is it, who is it, who is it?”)There you stand with your L.A. tanAnd your New York walk and your New York talkYour mother left you when you were smallBut you’re going to wish you wasn’t born at allSteel and glass, steel and glass… OK, so……
This is the story of a young couple in Portland, Maine. While waiting for her husband Donto return home from work, she reaches for a can of anchovies.As she spreads the tiny fish across a piece of lettuceshe notices a small note at the bottom of the can.Written on it is a telephone number… I…