One fine day in Hell The master told a story Someone lied so well He sent him back to Glory… You know what, I could do an entire Halloween playlist featuring nothing but Ronnie James Dio songs, and it would obliterate the cosmos with its iron-forged metal majesty. Even sinners must dream. Alas Babylon… well…
Then she looked up at her daddy and me And said somethin’ that broke both our hearts She said, “When I die, please don’t bury me ‘Cause Jeannie’s afraid of the dark”… What the freakin’ what… Fear of the dark taps into the primal essence of terror, and if the billion-dollar-a-year nightlight industry doesn’t convince…
Box of balloons With the feather-light touch Pack of party-poppers That pop in the night A toothbrush and hairspray Plastic grin Miss Clay on all corners Has just walked in… OK yes, strictly speaking, a young boy who turns 16 and thus reaches the UK age of consent and is off to buy some prophylactics…
Come little daughter, I said to the youngest one Put your coat on, we’ll have some fun We’ll go out to mountains, the one to explore Her face then lit up, I was standing by the door… This one is disturbing as Hell. Country Death Song, the lead-off track from Violent Femmes’s 1984 album Hallowed…
Look, he’s crawling up my wall Black and hairy, very small Now he’s up above my head Hanging by a little thread Boris the spider… So picture it: Joe Robbie Stadium in Miami, Florida, July of 1989, and your intrepid narrator is 18 years old and baked out of his gourd while attending a Who…
Did you hear that voice Did you see that face Or was it just a dream This can’t be real That only happens, babe On the movie screen… It’s always kind of special when a Friday the 13th falls in October, a perfect apotheosis of Spooktacular Occurrences. So in honor of this auspicious occasion, I’m…
Little by little the night turns around. Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn Lotuses lean on each other in yearning Under the eaves the swallow is resting Set the controls for the heart of the sun… For the several gazillion people out there who fail to recognize the wealth of material that makes up…
Well, welcome to the Robbers’ Ball Both gentlemen and ladies all Are welcome to the revelry tonight… Hey lookee here, Hokeyblog is hyping some Paul McCartney. I am sure you’re quite shocked. And stunned. And that will be the last Rutles reference of the evening… But bear with me here, because Robber’s Ball is strongly…
Black Sabbath. The forefathers of Heavy Metal. The masters of gloom and doom rock. Nobody does classic hard rock on the crunchy side like Sabbs. And if you hadn’t noticed, there are no lyrics posted here. That’s because Supertzar is one of their many instrumental tracks, and holy crap this thing is an atmospheric musical beast.…
I lie awake and dread the lonely nights I’m not alone I wonder if these heavy eyes Can face the unknown… Yes, 80s hair metal. Deal with it. Aw come on now, as far as 80s hair metal goes, few did it better than Dokken. Oh sure, they were replete with all the spandex and…