Thursday, September 30, 2010

Cradle of Filth - Her Ghost in the Fog

Sometimes unusual things pop into my head completely uninvited. Every now and then, usually at the most inopportune moment, Christian Bale, star of the recent Batman movies, pops into my head and says the word "Spelunking"  like he did in Batman Begins. Often, when I should be acting all serious, I am instead pissing myself laughing at my imaginary Christian Bale and his hard to place faux American accent.

This isn't a man-love thing or anything, I just find him slightly ridiculous and the overly weighty way he says the word "Spelunking" incredibly ridiculous. Other things occasionally pop into my head too, like the four most dangerous words in the English language ("I've had an idea") and, after a recent viewing of today's music video, the phrase "Beware the Judderman, my dear, when the moon is fat!". Take a look at the most excellent video, and the last video in this little mood-setting series,  of "Her Ghost in the Fog" from Cradle of Filth and you'll see what I mean...



Her Ghost in the Fog Lyrics:

"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
soft winds whisper the bidding of trees
as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart
and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams
But oh, no tears please
Fear and pain may accompany Death
But it is desire that shepherds it's certainty
as We shall see..."

She was divinity's creature
That kissed in cold mirrors
A Queen of Snow
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Dark liqoured eyes
An Arabian nightmare...

She shone on watercolours
Of my pondlife as pearl
Until those who couldn't have Her
Cut Her free of this World

That fateful Eve when...
The trees stank of sunset and camphor
Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw
An imquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast
On my love picking rue by the light of the moon

Putting reason to flight
Or to death as their way
They crept through woods mesmerized
By the taffeta Ley
Of Her hips that held sway
Over all they surveyed
Save a mist on the rise
(A deadly blessing to hide)
Her ghost in the fog

They raped & left...
(Five men of God)
...Her ghost in the fog

Dawn discovered Her there
Beneath the Cedar's stare
Silk dress torn, Her raven hair
Flown to gown Her beauty bared
Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost
I wept 'til tears crept back to prayer

She'd sworn Me vows in fragrant blood
"Never to part
Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts"

Then this I screamed:
"Come back to Me
I was born in love with thee
So why should fate stand inbetween?"

And as I drowned Her gentle curves
With dreams unsaid and final words
I espied a gleam trodden to earth
The Church bell tower key...

The village mourned her by the by
For She'd been a witch
their Men had longed to try
And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs
My tortured soul on ice...


I know, I know, it's not the full version - you can blame You Tube for that!

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Michael Jackson - Thriller

People who know me know that I'm a serious fan of metal music, the heavier and darker the better. So, today's music choice may come as a surprise but I'm actually trying to be nice.

In Market Square, Tullamore, Co. Offaly on Saturday 23rd October, the "Thrill The World" zombie dance world record attempt/Michael Jackson tribute will be taking place. This event provides an excuse to dress up and dance like a fool around Tullamore a whole week before Halloween provides another excuse to dress up and dance like a fool around Tullamore.

The Tullamore event is a fund-raising opportunity for The Carers Association (a really good cause), so if you're about then please do drop down and lurch about a bit. Pre-registration is necessary (I suppose to make the world record attempt official) and this can be done at the Carers website:
http://www.carersireland.com/Thrill-The-World.php

Costumes will add to the fun, and I'll be sorting myself out with a very authentic zombie costume by going out on the piss the night before and not getting changed before going for a bit of a lurch before breakfast!

To get you in the zombie mode, here's Michael (still dead, not a zombie) Jackson's "Thriller".



Thriller Lyrics:

It's close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark
Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart
You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it
You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes,
You're paralyzed

'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
And no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike
You know it's thriller, thriller night
You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight

You hear the door slam and realize there's nowhere left to run
You feel the cold hand and wonder if you'll ever see the sun
You close your eyes and hope that this is just imagination
Girl, But all the while you hear a creature creepin' up behind
You're out of time

'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
There ain't no second chance against the thing with forty eyes, girl
You know it's thriller, thriller night
You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight

Night creatures call
And the dead start to walk in their masquerade
There's no escapin' the jaws of the alien this time (they're open wide)
This is the end of your life

They're out to get you, there's demons closing in on every side
They will possess you unless you change that number on your dial
Now is the time for you and I to cuddle close together, yeah
All through the night I'll save you from the terror on the screen,
I'll make you see

That this is thriller, thriller night
'Cause I can thrill you more than any ghost would dare to try
Girl, this is thriller, thriller night
So let me hold you tight and share a killer, diller, chiller,
Thriller here tonight

Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize your neighborhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse's shell

I'm gonna thrill you tonight
(Thriller, thriller)
I'm gonna thrill you tonight
(Thriller night, thriller)
I'm gonna thrill you tonight
Ooh, babe, I'm gonna thrill you tonight
Thriller night, babe

The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Marilyn Manson - Putting Holes In Happiness

When I think of music associated with the creepy side of life I am drawn to the work of Marilyn Manson. I had the great fortune of attending a Manson gig this year over in the UK and I can't compliement the man and the band enough, it was proper good I tell thee!

Here's Marilyn Manson's "Putting Holes in Happiness" taken from the album "Eat Me, Drink Me".



Putting Holes in Happiness Lyrics:

The sky was blonde like her
It was a day to take the child
Out back and shoot it.
I could have buried all my dead
Up in her cemetery head
She had dirty word witchcraft
I was in the deep end of her skin.
Then, it seemed like a one car car wreck
But I knew it was a horrid tragedy.
Ways to make the tiny satisfaction disappear.

Blow out the candles
On all my frankensteins.
At least my death wish will come true.
You taste like Valentine's and
We cry,
You're like a birthday.
I should have picked the photograph
It lasted longer than you.

Putting holes in happiness.
We'll paint the future black
If it needs any color.
My death sentence is a story
Who'll be digging when you finally let me die?
The romance of our assassination
If you're Bonnie, I'll be your Clyde.
But the grass is greener here and
I can see all of your snakes.
You wear your ruins well
Please run away with me to hell.

Blow out the candles
On all my frankensteins.
At least my death wish will come true.
You taste like Valentine's and
We cry,
You're like a birthday.
I should have picked the photograph
It lasted longer than you.

Monday, September 27, 2010

The Misfits - Dig Up Her Bones

Seeing as how this is the last week of September and 30 Days of Fright Year 3 starts really soon, I thought it'd be fun to have a little mood music, just to set the atmosphere ahead of the best annual Horror movie review series ever.

So, here's The Misfits with the song that got me into this particular band, taken from the album American Psycho, Dig Up Her Bones.




Dig Up Her Bones Lyrics:

Anything is what she is
Anywhere is where she's from
Anything is what she'll be
Anything as long as it's mine
And the door, it opens, is the way back in
Or is it the way back out

Anyplace is where she'll be
Anyplace, she'll see you from
Lies and secrets become your world
Any time, anywhere, she takes me away
And death climbs up the steps one by one
To give you the rose
That's been burnt by her son

Point me to the sky above
I can get there on my own
Walk me to the graveyard
Dig up her bones

I have seen the demon's face
I have heard of her death place
I fall down on my knees in praise of the
Horrible things that took her away
And death climbs up the steps one by one
To give you the rose
That's been burnt by her son

Point me to the sky above
I can get there on my own
Walk me to the graveyard
Dig up her bones

Point me to the sky above
I can get there on my own
Walk me to the graveyard
Dig up her bones