Hello! Hello! Is anyone there? Hello! Hello! Is anyone there…? Eesh. We really slowed things down a bit, didn’t we? Three folk songs in a row, stylistically different from each other, but nonetheless three folk songs in a row. So let’s just pumper this bumper up to 14 with some turn-of-the-millennium rock from our virtual…
The Shankill butchers ride tonight You better shut your windows tight They’re sharpening their cleavers and their knives And taking all their whiskey by the pint ‘Cause everybody knows If you don’t mind your mother’s words A wicked wind will blow Your ribbons from your curls Everybody moan, everybody shake The Shankill butchers wanna catch…
Where do bad folks go when they die? They don’t go to Heaven where the angels fly They go to the lake of fire and fry See ’em again ’til the fourth of July! I knew a lady who came from Duluth Bit by a dog with a rabid tooth She went to her grave…
Thrown like a star in my vast sleep I opened my eyes to take a peek To find that I was by the sea Gazing with tranquility ‘Twas then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man Came singing songs of love… All things considered, there’s nothing intrinsically Halloweenish about Donovan’s 1968 hit single Hurdy Gurdy Man. I…
I don’t know how all ya’ll are doing but it seems we’re halfway through October. Accordingly, we’re halfway to Halloween. And as such, we’re halfway through this season’s Buttkickin’ Halloween Songs. Whether this fills you with giddy anticipation, nervous dread, or the existential plea to slow down time as to enjoy this time of year…
The day that love opened our eyes We watched the world end We have “high” places but we have no friends They told us sin’s not good but we know it’s great War-time full-frontal drugs, sex-tank armor plate… You know what, this is the first Marilyn Manson appearance in our ongoing Buttkickin’ Halloween Songs, and…
All is love, is all I am A ball is all I am I’m so new compared with you And I am very small Warm glow, moon bloom Always need a little more room Waiting here seems like years Never seen the light of day… I try to avoid the obvious Pink Floyd songs here…
We’ve been here, at the Hate Hotel We’re living together, we’re living in Hell You know one day it’s gonna stop Or we’ll kill each other for sure Cause I’m a monster And you know it so well Cause you’re a monster too And you’re doing it swell We’re monsters It’s just our genetic composure……
There lies a tavern down Wisconsin Way Where you can get drunk any time of the day The landlord’s a bastard, the barmaid’s a whore But give them no shit or you’re straight out the door The Sunk’n Norwegian’s the name of this hole A nasty ol’ tavern if ever I’ve known… Listen friend, if…
Well they’re building a gallows outside my cell I’ve got 25 minutes to go And the whole town’s waitin’ just to hear me yell I’ve got 24 minutes to go Well they gave me some beans for my last meal I’ve got 23 minutes to go But nobody asked me how I feel I’ve got…