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monkeyskull
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From: Seattle
Posted: 2005-07-12 10:03 pm   Permalink

I saw your name, baby
In a telephone booth
And it told all about you, mama
Boy, I hope it was the truth
I took down your number
Looked up your address, Sue
And I was hopin' that maybe
You could love me, too
I'm gonna wait in the shadows
For you to come by
I'm gonna wait in the shadows
For you to come by
And then I'll jump from the shadows
And try and catch your eye
Gonna run my fingers through your hair
And love you everywhere
Now I don't want to get too romantic
That's just not my way
But when I get my arms around you
I'm gonna rock you all the night
Gonna rock you all the day
Suzanne, you won't know it but I'll be behind you
Don't try and run away from me, little girl
Wherever you go I'll find you
And when you go to the pictures
And I know you do
Don't take no one with you
'Cause I'll be there, too
Suzanne

"Suzanne" -- Randy Newman

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KOAN - TIKI
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Posted: 2005-07-12 10:31 pm   Permalink

Naugatiki - ( Great username! - although it conjures up somewhat unsettling Bea Arthur imagery ) I had an interesting recording session with Bill Kelly of the Buoys back in May - on of all things - a REMAKE! of " Timothy".
The creepiest part of all was that his voice sounded EXACTLY like it did back in 1970. Funny, I was telling him that I thought DOA took the creepiest cake - I see it made the list here as well. Bill lives in Nashville, Tn. A local music producer who had as a musical pet peeve a long-standing desire to re-record that song contacted him and asked him if he would do it. He graciously consented - and proceed to come in and nail it in one take. A very nice man as well who laughs loudest and best at the wackiness of the notorious tune. Just had to pass this funny tidbit along.It's one of the perks of my trade.

Best,

KOAN - TIKI


 
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the drunken hat
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Posted: 2005-07-12 10:59 pm   Permalink

AC/DC's night stalker

i know there are creepier songs lyricly....but with the thought of richard ramirez "the night stalker" listening to the song over and over before going out to kill people it gets my vote.






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Sabu The Coconut Boy
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From: Carson, California
Posted: 2005-07-12 11:26 pm   Permalink

"The Carny" by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. Try to listen to it with the lights turned out.

You can listen to a small sample here:
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B0000062WD/ref=pd_sxp_f/104-9550915-5591157?v=glance&s=music

-----------------------------
And no-one saw the carny go
And the weeks flew by
Until they moved on the show
Leaving his caravan behind
It was parked out on the south east ridge
And as the company crossed the bridge
With the first rain filling the bone-dry river bed
It shone, just so, upon the edge
Away, away, we're sad, they said

Dog-boy, atlas, half-man, the geeks, the hired hands
There was not one among them that did not cast an eye behind
In the hope that the carny would return to his own kind

And the carny had a horse, all skin and bone
A bow-backed nag, that he named "Sorrow"
How it is buried in a shallow grave
In the then parched meadow

And the dwarves were given the task of digging the ditch
And laying the nag's carcass in the ground
And boss Bellini, waving his smoking pistol around
saying "The nag is dead meat"
"We caint afford to carry dead weight"
The whole company standing about
Not making a sound
And turning to dwarves perched on the enclosure gate
The boss says "Bury this lump of crow bait"

And thean the rain came
Everybody running for their wagons
Tying all the canvas flaps down
The mangy cats crowling in ther cages
The bird-girl flapping and squawking around
The whole valley reeking of wet beast
Wet beast and rotten hay
Freak and brute creation
Packed up and on their way

The three dwarves peering from their wagon's hind
Moses says to Noah "We shoulda dugga deepa one"
Their grizzled faces like dying moons
Still dirty from the digging done

And as the company passed from the valley
Into a higher ground
The rain beat on the ridge and on the meadow
And on the mound

Until nothing was left, nothing at all
Except the body of Sorrow
That rose in time
To float upon the surface of the eaten soil

And a murder of crows did circle round
First one, then the others flapping blackly down

And the carny's van still sat upon the edge
Tilting slowly as the firm ground turned to sludge
And the rain it hammered down

And no-one saw the carny go
I say it's funny how things go
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purple jade
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From: New Orleans
Posted: 2005-07-13 07:07 am   Permalink

Sabu's post reminded me of this one:

Knoxville Girl

I met a liitle girl in Knoxville, a town we all know well,
And every Sunday evening, out in her home I'd dwell,
We went to take an evening walk about a mile from town,
I picked a stick up off the ground and knocked that fair girl down.

She fell down on her bended knees for mercy she did cry,
Oh Willy dear don't kill me here, I'm unprepared to die,
She never spoke another word, I only beat her more,
Until the ground around me within her blood did flow.

I took her by her golden curls and I drug her round and around,
Throwing her into the river that flows through Knoxville town,
Go down, go down, you Knoxville girl with the dark and rolling eyes,
Go down, go down, you Knoxville girl, you can never be my bride.

I started back to Knoxville, got there about midnight,
My Mother she was worried and woke up in a fright,
Saying "Dear son, what have you done to bloody your clothes so?"
I told my anxious Mother, I was bleeding at my nose.

I called for me a candle to light myself to bed,
I called for me a hankerchief to bind my aching head,
Rolled and tumbled the whole night throught, as troubles was for me,
Like flames of hell around my bed and in my eyes could see.

They carried me down to Knoxville and put me in a cell,
My friends all tried to get me out but none could go my bail,
I'm here to waste my life away down in this dirty old jail,
Because I murdered that Knoxville girl, the girl I loved so well.

(Of course the Louvin Brothers rack up a lot of creepy points all around...)



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tikifish
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From: Toronto,Canada
Posted: 2005-07-13 08:02 am   Permalink

How about 'Goodbye England's Rose' by Elton John? Schmaltzy and creepy at the same time!

 
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alohabros
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From: westernus
Posted: 2005-07-13 09:39 am   Permalink

many of the hymns sung at catholic masses were (a may still be) pretty damn creepy -
"...eat his body, drink his blood and we'll sing a song of love, alleloo, alleloo, alleloo ,allelooooya"!

"...Sing, my tongue, the Virgin's trophies
Who for us her Maker bore.
For the curse of old inflicted,
Peace and blessing to restore.
Sing in songs of peace unending,
Sing the world's majestic Queen.
Weary not nor faint in telling.
All the gifts she gives to men."

to counter some of the bizarre catholic antics, my brother and I would play the "Vatican Rag" before mass...

"First you get down on your knees
Fiddle with your rosaries
Bow your head with great respect
And genuflect, genuflect, genuflect

Do whatever steps you want if
You have cleared them with the Pontiff
Everybody say his own kyrie eleison
Doin' the Vatican Rag

Get in line in that processional
Step into that small confessional
There, the guy who's got religion'll
Tell you if your sin's original

If it is, try playin' it safer
Drink the wine and chew the wafer
Two, four, six, eight
Time to transubstantiate

So get down upon your knees
Fiddle with your rosaries
Bow your head with great respect
And genuflect, genuflect, genuflect

Make a cross on your abdomen
When in Rome do like a Roman
Ave Maria, gee it's good to see ya
Gettin' ecstatic an' sorta dramatic an'
Doin' the Vatican Rag.


 
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cynfulcynner
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From: Ocean Beach, San Francisco
Posted: 2005-07-13 09:52 am   Permalink


The legend lives on from the chippewa on down
Of the big lake they called ’gitche gumee’
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of november turn gloomy
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
Than the edmund fitzgerald weighed empty.
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of november came early.

The ship was the pride of the american side
Coming back from some mill in wisconsin
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
With a crew and good captain well seasoned
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for cleveland
And later that night when the ship’s bell rang
Could it be the north wind they’d been feelin’?
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the captain did too,
T’was the witch of november come stealin’.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of november came slashin’.
When afternoon came it was freezin’ rain
In the face of a hurricane west wind.

When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin’.
Fellas, it’s too rough to feed ya.
At seven p.m. a main hatchway caved in, he said
Fellas, it’s been good t’know ya
The captain wired in he had water comin’ in
And the good ship and crew was in peril.
And later that night when his lights went outta sight
Came the wreck of the edmund fitzgerald.

Does any one know where the love of God goes
When the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searches all say they’d have made whitefish bay
If they’d put fifteen more miles behind her.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
May have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

Lake huron rolls, superior sings
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
Old michigan steams like a young man’s dreams;
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below lake ontario
Takes in what lake erie can send her,
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of november remembered.

In a musty old hall in detroit they prayed,
In the maritime sailors’ cathedral.
The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times
For each man on the edmund fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call ’gitche gumee’.
Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of november come early!


 
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thejab
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Posted: 2005-07-13 10:31 am   Permalink

Quote:

On 2005-07-12 19:55, stuff-o-rama wrote:
Psycho



That song beats all for creepiness! BTW, local band Johnny Dilks and the Visitiacion Valley Boys do a great rendition of that little chestnut.


 
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atomictonytiki
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From: Bangkok
Posted: 2005-07-13 11:48 am   Permalink

creepy songs,
"The Teddy Bear's Picnic", Dennis Potter (uk playwright) used loads of 30's novelty records in his telly plays and turned them dark.

"Country Death Song" by the Violent Femmes, the terrible desperation of having to kill your own child so you can afford to eat.

But the Folk song "Oh Death" (there is a version of it on the "O'Brother where art thou" soundtrack)is a top creepy song.


Oh Death

What is this that I can see
With icy hands taking hold on me?
I am death and none can excel
I'll open the doors to heaven and hell.

cho: Oh, death. Oh death
Can't you spare me over til another year.

Oh, death, someone would pray,
Couldn't you call some other day?
God's children prayed, the preacher preached,
The time of mercy is out of your reach,

I'll fix your feet so you can't walk
I'll lock your jaw so you can't talk
Close your eyes so you can't see,
This very hour, come go with me.

Death, I come to take the soul,
Leave the body and leave it cold,
To drop the flesh off of the frame,
The earth and worms both have a claim.

Mother, come to my bed,
Place a cold towel upon my head.
My head is warm, my feet is cold,
Death is moving upon my soul.

Oh, death, how you treating me,
Close my eyes so I can't see.
You hurt my body, you make me cold
You ruined my life right out of my soul.

Oh, death, please consider my age,
Please don't take me at this stage,
My wealth is all at your command,
If you will move your icy hand.

The old, the young, the rich or poor,
All alike with me, you know;
No wealth, no land, no silver, no gold,
Nothing satisfies me but your soul.

Recorded by Dock Boggs, Folkways
RG


 
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King Bushwich the 33rd
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Posted: 2005-07-13 11:58 am   Permalink

A very young Michael Jackson
(however old he was in 1970)
singing
"I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus"


 
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thejab
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Posted: 2005-07-13 12:02 pm   Permalink

PHANTOM 309
Recorded by Red Sovine
Words and music by Tommy Faile

I was out on the West Coast, tryin' to make a buck
And things didn't work out, I was down on my luck
Got tired a-roamin' and bummin' around
So I started thumbin' back East, toward my home town.

Made a lot of miles, the first two days
And I figured I'd be home in week, if my luck held out this way
But, the third night I got stranded, way out of town
At a cold, lonely crossroads, rain was pourin' down.

I was hungry and freezin', done caught a chill
When the lights of a big semi topped the hill
Lord, I sure was glad to hear them air brakes come on
And I climbed in that cab, where I knew it'd be warm.

At the wheel sit a big man, he weighed about two-ten
He stuck out his hand and said with a grin
"Big Joe's the name", I told him mine
And he said: "The name of my rig is Phantom 309."

I asked him why he called his rig such a name
He said: "Son, this old Mack can put 'em all to shame
There ain't a driver, or a rig, a-runnin' any line
Ain't seen nothin' but taillights from Phantom 309."

Well, we rode and talked the better part of the night
When the lights of a truck stop came in sight
He said: "I'm sorry son, this is as far as you go
'Cause, I gotta make a turn, just on up the road."

Well, he tossed me a dime as he pulled her in low
And said: "Have yourself a cup on old Big Joe."
When Joe and his rig roared out in the night
In nothin' flat, he was clean out of sight.

Well, I went inside and ordered me a cup
Told the waiter Big Joe was settin' me up
Aw!, you coulda heard a pin drop, it got deathly quiet
And the waiter's face turned kinda white.

Well, did I say something wrong? I said with a halfway grin
He said: "Naw, this happens every now and then
Ever' driver in here knows Big Joe
But son, let me tell you what happened about ten years ago.

At the crossroads tonight, where you flagged him down
There was a bus load of kids, comin' from town
And they were right in the middle, when Big Joe topped the hill
It could have been slaughter, but he turned his wheel.

Well, Joe lost control, went into a skid
And gave his life to save that bunch-a kids
And there at that crossroads, was the end of the line
For Big Joe and phantom 309

But, every now and then, some hiker'll come by
And like you, Big Joe'll give 'em a ride
Here, have another cup and forget about the dime
Keep it as a souvenir, from Big Joe and Phantom 309!


 
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stuff-o-rama
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Posted: 2005-07-13 1:51 pm   Permalink

Quote:

On 2005-07-13 10:31, thejab wrote:
Quote:

On 2005-07-12 19:55, stuff-o-rama wrote:
Psycho



That song beats all for creepiness! BTW, local band Johnny Dilks and the Visitiacion Valley Boys do a great rendition of that little chestnut.



Have you heard it sung by the Beasts of Bourbon? It's a really slow, psychobilly version... creepy as hell. Makes the Elvis Costello version sound like a dance song...


 
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naugatiki
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From: Port Angeles, Wa
Posted: 2005-07-13 6:01 pm   Permalink

The Osmonds duet "Double Lovin" with Donny and Alan singing comes across as two brothers trying to coax a girl into a threesome with the message so blataint I'm wondering if this was the original meaning.

DOUBLE LOVIN'
The Osmond Brothers

I'm gonna double your lovin
Double your fun
You get two for the price of one

It took me a long time to find a good woman
One that would be true
That's why I'm gonna double what it takes baby to hold on to you

I'm gonna make my lovin twice as good as it was before
I'm gonna love you so good
You'll be begging and crying for more
Double, double lovin
Is what I'm gonna give to you
and you're gonna receive double pleasure everytime I do

Double, double lovin makes you feel so good inside
And when I double up on my lovin
You're gonna be satisfied
I'm gonna double up on my huggin
And my kissin too
And I got a double stroke of lovin
I've been dying to use on you
don't be afraid to give me your love
Cause I won't hurt you

You make the first step baby
And the rest I can easily do
I'm gonna double your lovin
Double your fun
You get two for the price of one
I'm gonna double your lovin
Double your fun
You get two for the price of one
(repeat chorus)

and they're Mormons so it's even dirtier

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Satan's Sin
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From: Imperial Beach, CA
Posted: 2005-07-13 8:29 pm   Permalink

I hereby nominate Bauhaus's "Bela Lugosi's Dead"

White on white translucent black capes
Back on the rack
Bela Lugosi's dead
The bats have left the bell tower
The victims have been bled
Red velvet lines the black box
Bela Lugosi's dead
Undead undead undead
The virginal brides file past his tomb
Strewn with time's dead flowers
Bereft in deathly bloom
Alone in a darkened room
The count
Bela Logosi's dead
Undead undead undead


Very good to listen to in the desert on a full-moon night!

Also no slouch is Landscape's album "From the Tea Rooms of Mars to the Hell Holes of Uranus" and its unforgettable cut: "My name is Norman Bates."

It is a very long and creepy song, and here are the lyrics:

My name is Norman Bates.
I'm just a normal guy.


Repeated about a hundred times.

Very good for Halloween!


 
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