{"id":9770,"date":"2018-10-23T20:58:13","date_gmt":"2018-10-24T00:58:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/millheiser.com\/hokeyblog\/?p=9770"},"modified":"2022-11-01T10:10:39","modified_gmt":"2022-11-01T14:10:39","slug":"buttkickin-halloween-songs-no-one-lives-forever-oingo-boingo-1985","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/millheiser.com\/hokeyblog\/2018\/10\/23\/buttkickin-halloween-songs-no-one-lives-forever-oingo-boingo-1985\/","title":{"rendered":"Buttkickin’ Halloween Songs: “No One Lives Forever” — Oingo Boingo (1985)"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"You worry too much<\/em>
\nYou make yourself sad<\/em>
\nYou can’t change fate<\/em>
\nBut don’t feel so bad<\/em>
\nEnjoy it while you can<\/em>
\nIt’s just like the weather<\/em>
\nSo quit complaining brother<\/em>
\nNo one lives forever…<\/em><\/p>\n

Holy crap, we’re 23 days into October, still a week out from Halloween, and I haven’t featured any Oingo Boingo yet.<\/p>\n

So let’s rectify that immediately, shall we? We shall… with a cut from their 1985 album Dead Man’s Party<\/em> — which, by the way, is a song that will NEVER be featured in our Buttkickin’ Halloween Songs. Seriously. I might as well throw in Thriller, Monster Mash, <\/em>and the goddamn theme from Ghostbusters<\/em>.<\/p>\n

Nope, we’re going with the fatalistically celebratory No One Lives Forever<\/strong>, and it’s a perfect Halloween beaut. Of course it’s got those inimitable Danny Elfman vocals and macabre melodies meets 80s ska\/new wave, whatever you want to call it.<\/p>\n

All of that reeks of Halloween at its best, no doubt. But I love No One Lives Forever<\/strong> because of its pragmatic look at the tenuous nature of mortality, that we might as well dance our brains out while the Grim Reaper swipes at us with his scythe. As long as you can keep dancing, freakin’ DANCE and live and love and enjoy this amazing cosmic lottery we call life.<\/p>\n

One day the music will stop for us all. That’s cool. At least we can say we did The Robot, tried the punch, and got a warm smile from Mary Margaret once in a while. Walk out that last door with your head up and big ass smile on your face. And one last boogie.<\/p>\n

Let’s have a party there’s a full moon in the sky <\/em>
\nIt’s the hour of the wolf and I don’t want to’ die<\/em><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
No one beats him at his game<\/em>
\nFor very long but just the same<\/em>
\nWho cares there’s no place safe to hide<\/em>
\nNowhere to run no time to cry<\/em>
\nSo celebrate why you still can<\/em>
\nCause any second it may end<\/em>
\nAnd when it’s all been said and done<\/em>
\nBetter that you had some fun<\/em>
\nInstead of hiding in a shell<\/em>
\nWhy make your life a living hell?<\/em>
\nHave a toast, down the cup<\/em>
\nDrink to bones that turn to dust<\/em><\/div>\n