Though you may be pure of heart and free of sin And though you have been chosen to begin And yet you must be worthy of the prophecy But seek and you shall find your destiny Loneliness will haunt you Will you sacrifice? Do you take the oath Will you give your life Under the…
Here in the Hall of Heads You look through the keyhole This is the Hall of Heads One step through the doorway Roll out that special head This is our favorite one Please don’t try to leave Don’t leave the Hall of Heads… Well gosh. I mean, it’s a creepy Hall of Heads, from the…
When your path at midnight dark by a graveyard goes And someone whistles: Ley-de-dooo? That’s Mysterious Mose! On some dark and stormy night, while the tempest blows If someone whistles: Ley-de-dooo? That’s Mysterious Mose… If a bopping 1930 jazz/swing tune prominently features a slide whistle, I’m so in. SO in. You have no idea. Modern…
We want information. Information. INFORMATION! Who are you? The new Number Two Who is Number One? You are Number Six I am not a number, I am a free man! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA… You know, this is kind of embarrassing. To wit: Iron Maiden is my favorite New Wave of British Heavy Metal band, and my second…
In the darkest night I make the bad guys fall There’s a million heroes BUT I’M THE BEST OF THEM ALL! Who has the coolest gadgets? (Batman!) Who has the tricked-out ride? (Batman!) Who does the sickest backflips? (Batman!) Na-na-na-na-na-na BATMAN! Honestly who hasn’t dressed up as a superhero? For Halloween or otherwise? For fun…
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…