Now when the day goes to sleep and the full moon looks And the night is so black that the darkness cooks And you come creeping around Making me do things I don’t want to do… Hokeyfolks! Guess what? We are now three nights away from Halloween, which of course means we’re in the home…
CULTURE! There’s a couple of options I can exercise when introducing a classical piece. On one hand, I can do a basic recap of the song which acts as little more than a watered-down Wikipedia entry. Or I can talk about the song itself and what it means to me and why I feel it’s…
My mother was a witch, she was burned alive. Thankless little bitch, for the tears I cried. Take her down now, don’t want to see her face Blistered and burnt, can’t hide my disgrace… So I when I started my Freshman year of college, we’re talking the late summer and fall of 1988 (*shudder*), I…
A tree has grown on the spot Where her body did rest Blood seeped in the soil From the knife in her chest The bugs serve time in her skeletal jail I wonder how the bugs remember Gail… Listen, let’s be completely real here. You could do an entire decade of Buttkickin’ Halloween Songs and…
You know, one of the things I’m really proud of with our Buttkickin’ Halloween Songs is our ability to succinctly express why each featured song is so vitally worthy of your Spookytime Attention. I mean, as I’ve espoused so many times before, every last stinkin’ Halloween playlist has your typical Monster Mash, Werewolves of London, Ghostbusters, Thriller, Somebody’s…
Some people get a freak out of me Some people can see that I can see Some people want to see what I see Some people put an evil eye on me I mean, if you don’t immediately hear the Halloween in Franz Ferdinand’s Evil Eye, there must be something terribly wrong with you. For starters, this…
She fell down on her bended knees, for mercy she did cry “Oh Willy dear, don’t kill me here, I’m unprepared to die” She never spoke another word, I only beat her more Until the ground around me within her blood did flow You know, to me nothing screams horror like a creepy old-timey folk song,…
Naughty boys in nasty schools Headmasters breaking all the rules Having fun and playing fools Smashing up the woodwork tools All the teachers in the pub Passing ’round the ready-rub Trying not to think of when The lunch-time bell will ring again… Ahh, Madness. Welcome back lads. You’re always welcome ’round all parts Hokeyblog at…
Hiding from the light Sacrificing nothing Still you call on me for entrance to the shrine Hammering the nails Into a sacred coffin You call on me for powers clandestine… Aye, if Worshipful Masters of the past and present could only see me now… Not that I have ever delved too deeply into my personal…
There’s a place just south of Witches’ Valley Where they say the wind won’t blow And they only speak in whispers of her name There’s a lady they say who feeds the darkness It eats right from her hand With a crying shout she’ll search you out And freeze you where you stand… Holy freakin’…