She was a middle class girl She was in over her head She thought she could Stand up in the deep end He had a bullet proof smile He had money to burn She thought she had the moon In her pocket But now she’s dead She’s so dead Forever dead and lovely now… Oh…
Remember when you ran away And I got on my knees and begged you Not to leave because I’d go berserk? WELL! You left me anyhow and Then the days got worse and worse And now you see I’ve gone completely out of my mind. AND: They’re coming to take me away, ha-haaa… All this…
The sky is red, I don’t understand Past midnight I still see the land People are sayin’ the woman is damned She makes you burn with a wave of her hand The city’s a blaze, the town’s on fire The woman’s flames are reaching higher We were fools, we called her liar All I hear…
When hinges creak in doorless chambers And strange and frightening sounds Echo through the halls Whenever candlelights flicker Where the air is deathly still That is the time when ghosts are present Practicing their ghoulish delight… Oh, hey there. Welcome BACK, Foolish Mortals. I don’t know what in high holy haberdashery happened but somehow it…
And so it ends. Sadly, but inevitably, it ends. But not without one final blast of lyncanthropic license. Here we are, on October 31st 2020. Halloween. The moment, quite frankly, many of us wait for and celebrate with infinite happitude. We live for these weeks of spooky atmos and supernatural ethos leading up to that…
We’ve at last reached Halloween. By tonight some serious spookifying will be going down, and I will feature our final Buttkickin’ Halloween Song for the year. Sadly. Until then enjoy this wondrously spooky instrumental, a haunted waltz entitled Dance of the Shadows, composed by Derek Fiechter. This is absolute Halloween joy. I’ll see you all…
Trapped in a mine that had caved in And everyone knows the only ones left Were Joe and me and Tim When they broke through to pull us free The only ones left to tell the tale Were Joe and me Timothy, Timothy, where on earth did you go? Timothy, Timothy, God why don’t I…
Shame on the night For places I’ve been And what I’ve seen For giving me the strangest dreams But you never really know just what they mean Oh so shame on the night… Quite frankly, if I ever do an annual Buttkickin’ Halloween Songs without the involvement of any Ronnie James Dio tunes, then I…
While there’s children to make sad While there’s candy to be had While there’s pockets left to pick While there’s grannies left to trip down the stairs I’ll be there, I’ll be waiting ’round the corner It’s a game, I’m glad I’m in it ‘Cos there’s one born every minute And it’s so easy when…
And the rain came hammering down Everybody running for their wagons Tying all the canvas flaps down The mangy cats growling in their cages The bird-girl flapping and squawking around The whole valley reeking of wet beast Wet beast and rotten, sodden hay Freak and brute creation Packed up and on their way… You know,…