(Feat. members of the Ghastly Ones, the Bomboras, the Finks & the Witchdoctors)
Influences
The Spirit world, Black Magic, Voodoo, Zombie Dust, Mojo, Bad Vibes, Full moon rising, Gravedancing, Gris-Gris, Witch's Spells, Incantations, Seances, Being raised from the dead.
Sounds Like
When the Witching hour is at hand and Were-Wolves howl at the moon, a thicket opens up and a herd of helacious black horses, eyes a blazing red and snorting fire charge out of the choked, dark forest and into the glen at break-neck speed...the sound of wailing guitars & swords swish throught the chilly night air...it can mean only one thing...
When the spooks have a midnight Jamboree
They break it up with fiendish glee
Ghosts are bad, but the one's that're cursed
are the Headless Hearsemen, They're the worst
(That's right, They're a fright, on Halloween night!)
But when they go a-Rockin' 'cross the land
Holdin' their noggins in Their hands
Demons take one look and groan
And hit the road for parts unknown
Beware, take care, They ride alone...
And there's no spook, like a spook who's spurned
They don't like it, and They're really burned
They swear to the longest day, they're dead
They'll show them that they can get a head
They say They're tired of Their moppy tops
They've got a yen to make a swap
So They ride one night each year
To find some heads in the hollow here
Now They like 'em little, They like them big
Parted in the middle, or a frightwig
Black or white or even red
The Headless Hearsemen need some heads
With a hip-hip and a clippity-clop
They're out lookin' for some tops to chop
So don't stop to figure out a plan
You can't reason with a Headless Band...
Now if you doubt this tale is so
I met those spooks just a year ago
No, I didn't stop for a second look
For once you cross that bridge, my friends
The ghosts are through, Their power ends
So when you're riding home tonight
Make for the bridge with all your might
They'll be down in the hollow there
They need your heads, look out, beware!
With a hip-hip and a clippity-clop
They're out looking for some heads to swap
So don't try to figure out a plan
You can't reason with a Headless Band...!
Photo by Brendan (from Show at Spike's)
Photos from the Satisfaction show @ the Derby - Brenda Milton
Flurries settle softly in the pine Quietly drenched in the drizzle of glassy, melty snow A ginger bread house, everything to be eaten Gum drops, chewies, taffy licks Nestling by the fire, every kiss crackle pops Fingers over sugar dots… ginger beer fountains blow Strawberry cotton candy patch… Dive in, eat your way through Rubbbing it for heat, the angels sing! Toasty, creamy love everywhere
Bitty clouds and tiny rainbows hiding behind every tree So much love inside, drunk and ready to do anything! I know everything you’re doing and I agree Slithering skin… all over each other Smooth, sweet, out of control… Bring me in, take me, make me do it, set me free!
Just sopping by to say hi. Thanks for being our fiend!
The films for 2008 have been selected, be sure to stop by an check them out!
