Creepiest song

Turn Around, Look at Me - The Vogues

There is someone walking behind you,
turn around, look at me.
There is someone watching your footsteps,
turn around, look at me
There is someone who really needs you,
here's my heart in my hand.
Turn around, (turn around,) look at me,
(look at me,) understand,understand,
That there's someone who'll stand beside you.
Turn around, look at me.
And there's someone who'll love and guide you.
Turn around, look at me.
I've waited, but I'll wait forever for you to come to me.
Look at someone (look at someone) who really loves you,
yeah, really loves you. Turn around, look at me.

And "Happy Birthday Sweet 16", but only when mrsmiley sings it.

What about this classic stalker tune?

Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I’ll be watching you

Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
I’ll be watching you

Oh, can’t you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches
With every step you take

Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I’ll be watching you

Since you’ve gone I been lost without a trace
I dream at night I can only see your face
I look around but it’s you I can’t replace
I feel so cold and I long for your embrace
I keep crying baby, baby, please...

Oh, can’t you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches
With every breath you take

Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I’ll be watching you

Every move you make
Every step you take
I’ll be watching you

I’ll be watching you
I’ll be watching you
I’ll be watching you
I’ll be watching you...

not sure who sings it, but "The lap dance is so much sweeter when the stripper's cryin'"

This song just sends shivers down my spine! It's gotta be the scariest song ever recorded!

*I'm just an average man with an average life
I work from nine to five, hey, hell, I pay the price
All I want is to be left alone in my average home
But why do I always feel like I'm in the twilight zone

I always feel like somebody's watching me
And I Have No Privacy
I always feel like somebody's watching me
Tell Mi Is It Just A Dream

When I come home at night
I bolt the door real tight
People call me on the phone, I'm trying to avoid
But can the people on TV see me or am I just paranoid

When I'm in the shower I'm afraid to wash my hair
Cause I might open my eyes and find someone standing there
People say I'm crazy, just a little touched
But maybe showers remind me of Psycho too much
That's why...

I always feel like somebody's watching me
And I Have No Privacy
I always feel like somebody's watching me
Who's Playin' Tricks On Me*

:wink:

A cold old worried lady
took my hand today
she warned of gloom
impending doom
I laughed and I sent her on her way

• From Triumvirat ( a sort of weaker version of ELP) in the 70s.

There's more but I can't pull it from the memory stick formerly known as my mind.

I'll see if I can dig it up on the web later.
Or my vinyl.

Here it is:
a cold old worried lady
took my hand today
she warned of gloom,
impending doom
i laughed
and i sent her on her way

then as she closed my garden gate
she turned to me and stared
there was nothin' said,
but inside my head
i felt
just a little bit scared

alone inside my empty house
i reflected on her words
predicting things so bad,
i guess she must be mad
still i wish,
i wish i'd never heard

as shadows began to wash my room
thought about my past
the mistakes i made,
the dues i never paid
am i a ship
without a mast?

i know i wasn't always wrong
but i wasn't often right
'cos when being kind
means being left behind
it's a choice,
a simple choice of black or white

everybody gets what's coming
and it's just what i deserve
i'd be crueler still,
'cos i've got the will
but i never,
no i never had the nerve

i'm a lonely empty body
a worn and faded brain
so i'll stay inside,
where it's safe to hide
and never
face the world again

is there nothing left to life for
nothing left to do?
it's a crazy pain,
when your life's in vain
i'll be glad,
i'll be glad when mine is through

i think i'll use my shotgun
or a hundred colored pills
though i don't know how, really mean it now
i'll try anything, anything,
anything that really kills

lord, a strong imagination
should be locked inside your head
now there is no pain,
but i can't explain
why i wish,
i wish i wasn't dead

a cold old worried lady
took my hand today
she warned of gloom,
impending doom
i laughed,
then i sent her on her way

This song was done over a lilting piano bed and orchestral arrangement which made it even weirder.

Also - "Trapped under Ice" - Metallica
...and anything by Glen Benton.

[ Edited by: pablus 2005-07-12 19:08 ]

On 2005-07-12 16:37, dangergirl299 wrote:
not sure who sings it, but "The lap dance is so much sweeter when the stripper's cryin'"

That would be the fantastic Bloodhound Gang. Lyrics here for the sake of not offending anyone

Tacky Techie Tiki Bar
It's easy to grin, when your ship comes in, and you've got the stock market beat; but the man worth while, is the man who can smile, when his shorts are too tight in the seat

[ Edited by: Turbogod 2005-07-12 17:24 ]

Crying strippers are pretty creepy....yeah....

But nothing was creepier than Alice Cooper's "Dead Babies":"Little Betty ate a pound of aspirin
She got them from the shelf upon the wall
Betty's mommy wasn't there to save her
She didn't hear her little baby call
(Waaah!)

Dead babies can take care of themselves
Dead babies can't take things off the shelf
Well we didn't want you anyway
Lalala-la, lalala-la, la la la

Daddy is an agrophile in Texas
Mommy's on the bar most every night
Little Betty's sleeping in the graveyard
Living there in burgundy and white

Dead babies can take care of themselves
Dead babies can't take things off the shelf
Well we didn't love you anyway
Lalala-la, lalala-la, la la la

Goodbye, Little Betty
Goodbye, Little Betty
So long, Little Betty
So long, Little Betty
Betty, so long

Dead babies can take care of themselves
Dead babies can't take things off the shelf
Well we didn't need you anyway
Lalala-la, lalala-la, la la la

Goodbye, Little Betty

(Order in the court! Order in the court room!
Order! Order in the court! Order!...)"

That Ode to Canablism Timothy by the Bouys is catchy and was even was written by Rupert Holmes before he liked Pina Colladas

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 know?

Hungry as hell no food to eat
And Joe said that he would sell his soul
For just a piece of meat
Water enough to drink for two
And Joe said to me, "I'll have a swig
And then there's some for you."

Timothy, Timothy, Joe was looking at you
Timothy, Timothy, God what did we do?

I must have blacked out just around then
'Cause the very next thing that I could see
Was the light of the day again
My stomach was full as it could be
And nobody ever got around
To finding Timothy
Timothy...

Another creepy one is American Pie preformed by the Kids from The Brady Bunch, if you thought Madonnas version was painful...

D.O.A
Bloodrock

Laying here looking at the ceiling
Someone lays a sheet across my chest
Something warm is flowing down my fingers
Pain is flowing all through my back

I try to move my arms and there's no feeling
And when I look I see there's nothing there
The face beside me stopped it totally bleeding
The girl I knew has such a distant stare

I remember
We were flying along and hit something in the air
I remember
We were flying along and hit something in the air

Then I looked straight at the attendant
His face is pale as it can be
He bends and whispers something softly
He says there's no chance for me

I remember
We were flying along and hit something in the air
I remember
We were flying along and hit something in the air

Life is flowing out my body
Pain is flowing out with my blood
The sheets are red and moist where I'm lying
God in Heaven, teach me how to die

I remember
We were flying along and hit something in the air
I remember
We were flying along and hit something in the air

...careful with that axe, Eugene...

"Don't Get Too Close to My Fantasy"
By Ween

Don't quiver little boy, your daddy's with you now
It won't be long anyhow
It's just around the corner
The destiny that I embrace with you

Don't get too close to my fantasy
Don't be afraid to clutch the hand of your creator
Stare into the lion's eyes and if you taste the candy
You'll get to the surprise

Stay calm little dreamer and drift off into dreams
The gentle kiss of night is better than it seems
It's just around the corner
Close your eyes and soon you'll be with me

Don't get too close to my fantasy
Don't be afraid to clutch the hand of your creator
Stare into the lion's eyes and if you taste the candy
You'll get to the surprise [3x]

Psycho

Can Mary fry some fish, mama
I'm as hungry as can be
Oh lord, how I wish, mama
You could stop the baby cryin'
'Cause my head is killing me
I saw my ex again last night mama
She was at the dance at Miller's store
She was with that Jackie White mama
I killed them both
And they're buried under Jacob's sycamore

You think I'm psycho don't you mama
I didn't mean to break your cup
You think I'm psycho don't you mama
You better let 'em lock me up

Oh, don't hand me Johnny's pup mama
As I might squeeze him too tight
I'm havin' crazy dreams again mama
So let me tell you 'bout last night
I woke up in Johnny's room mama
Standing right there by his bed
With my hands around his throat mama
Wishing both of us were dead

You think I'm psycho don't you mama
I just killed Johnny's pup
You think I'm psycho don't you mama
You'd better let 'em lock me up

Oh you recall that little girl mama
I believe her name was Betty Clark
Oh don't tell me that she's dead mama
'Cause I just saw her in the park
We were sitting on a bench mama
Thinking of a game to play
Seems I was holding a wrench mama
Then my mind just walked away

You think I'm psycho don't you mama
I didn't mean to break your cup
You think I'm psycho don't you mama
Mama why don't you get up?

I always felt the lyrics to Slugbait by Throbbing Gristle were pretty creepy. I'd show them here but they are a bit too sick and demented for this forum.

However if you still want to read them here's a link (but I'm warning you!):
http://www.brainwashed.com/tg/lyrics.html#slugbait

Ha ha. Throbbing Gristle used to scare the shit out of me. Good call!

That is some sick shit! And I thought the Misfits were evil... makes Glenn and the Boys sound like a bunch of pansies. Damn my morbid sense of curiosity - I wish I hadn't read that!

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

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

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.

"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

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...)

[ Edited by: purple jade 2005-07-13 07:09 ]

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

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.

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!

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.

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

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

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!

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

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...

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

[ Edited by: naugatiki 2005-07-13 18:01 ]

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!

Genesis P-Orridge, The omni-sexual singer for Throbbing Gristle, now has dozens of weiner piercings AND fake boobies.

The first half of Aqualung by Jethro Tull is purty durned creepy!!! "as he bends to pick a dog-end"!?!? what were they thinking! --plus it was a hit!!

Sitting on a park bench --
Eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose --
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun --
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck --
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Sun streaking cold --
An old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
The only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
As he bends to pick a dog-end --
He goes down to the bog
And warms his feet.

Feeling alone --
The army's up the rode
Salvation à la mode and
A cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend --
Don't start away uneasy
You poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze --
When the ice that
Clings on to your beard is
Screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
With deep-sea-diver sounds,
And the flowers bloom like
Madness in the spring.

Santa's In A Wheelchair

It's Christmas eve and the sky is gray
Santa's on the roof with his reindeer and sleigh
He steps on the chimney and slips on some snow
Head first, down he goes
He lands in the fireplace, his feet in the air
And wakes up to his worst nightmare
He tries to stand up but to his surprise
He can't get up cause he's paralyzed

Santa's in a wheelchair
Santa's in a wheelchair
Rollin through the night air
Santa's in a wheelchair

He's lying there in a mess of toys
When he fell in he made a whole lotta noise
But only one woke up, I don't know why
It was a kid from Widney High
She rolled in and saw him lying there
And knew that he was gonna need her chair
Santa couldn't move and was losin time
When she spoke up and said "Take mine."
(Chorus)

Do we feel sorry for Santa? No! No!
Do we pity Santa? No! No!
Do we still love Santa? Yeah..... yeah, yeah, yeah
(Chorus)
(Breakdown)
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
(Tag)

Wait, this one is WAY better....

I saw the light on the night that I passed by her window
I saw the flickering shadows of love on her blind
She was my woman
As she deceived me I watched and went out of my mind
My, my, my, delilah
Why, why, why, delilah
I could see that girl was no good for me
But I was lost like a slave that no man could free
At break of day when that man drove away, I was waiting
I cross the street to her house and she opened the door
She stood there laughing
I felt the knife in my hand and she laughed no more
My, my, my delilah
Why, why, why delilah
So before they come to break down the door
Forgive me delilah I just couldn’t take any more

[insert trumpet solo here]

She stood there laughing
I felt the knife in my hand and she laughed no more
My, my, my, delilah
Why, why, why, delilah
So before they come to break down the door
Forgive me delilah I just couldn’t take any more
Forgive me delilah I just couldn’t take any more

[ Edited by: The Sperm Whale 2005-07-14 17:46 ]

This Rick Nelson song as performed by the Cramps on their first EP gets my vote:

There's a place where lovers go
To cry their troubles away.
And they call it,
Lonesome Town,
Where the broken hearts stay.

You can buy a dream or two
To last you all through the years.
And the only price you pay
Is a heart full of tears.

Goin' down to Lonesome Town,
Where the broken hearts stay.
Goin' down to Lonesome Town,
To cry my troubles away.

In the town of broken dreams,
The streets are filled with regret.
Maybe down in
Lonesome Town,
I can learn to forget.
Maybe down in
Lonesome Town,
I can learn to forget.

Lots of great creepy songs here! Here's the one that gets my vote, "Polly", by Nirvana. Even though I loved the "Nevermind" album, I always had to skip past this song, because it creeped me out, and that was before I learned the whole story behind the song. What makes the song even creepier is that it's a true story about a creepoid that kidnaps a woman, and tortures her with blowtorches, etc. She actually escaped, and the song is her account to the police of what that guy did to her:

Polly wants a cracker
I think I should get off her first
Maybe she wants some water
To put out the blow torch

Isn’t me
Have a seed
Let me clip
Your dirty wings
Let me take a ride
Hurt yourself
Want some help
Please myself
Got some rope
Have been told
Promise you
Have been true
Let me take a ride
Hurt yourself
Want some help
Please myself

Polly wants a cracker
Maybe she would like more food
She asked me to untie her
A chase would be nice for a few

Isn’t me
Have a seed
Let me clip
Your dirty wings
Let me take a ride
Hurt yourself
Want some help
Please myself
Got some rope
Have been told
Promise you
Have been true
Let me take a ride
Hurt yourself
Want some help
Please myself

Polly said

Polly says her back hurts
She’s just as bored as me
She caught me off my guard
’mazes me the will, of instinct

Isn’t me
Have a seed
Let me clip
Your dirty wings
Let me take a ride
Hurt yourself
Want some help
Please myself
Got some rope
Have been told
Promise you
Have been true
Let me take a ride
Hurt yourself
Want some help
Please myself

Throbbing Gristle may have had slightly more disturbing lyrics than the Misfits but when it comes to appearance who's scarier?

Throbbing Gristle

The Misfits

Personally I think I'd rather take my chances with TG in a dark alley... I'm actually kinda surprised no one has mentioned one of the Misfits' songs as being creepy... must have something to do with the fact that no one can really understand what the hell Danzig is yelling! :)

Take for instance this beloved favorite... I'm actually kind of amazed that I didn't understand a single word of this when I listened to it on a regular basis (I guess I was too busy actually riding my skateboard to try and figure out the lyrics) A lot more disturbing than I imagined... why the hell didn't Tipper Gore and the PMRC go after these guys instead of messing around with Jello and the Dead Kennedys and Frank Zappa? :wink:

Mommy, Can I Go Out and Kill Tonight

1, 2, 3, 4
Singled out the kids who are mean to me
Get straight A's but they still make fun
I don't give a, I'll laugh last
Stayed in every night
Do my homework so I'll be smart
Girls all say I'm a little fucked
Mommy I'm a good boy
Mommy I'm a fuckin' savior
Mommy I'm alive
Mommy, can I go out and kill tonight
Rip the veins from human necks
Until they're wet with life
Razor-blades love teenage flesh
An epidermoty
I'll bring back a souvenir
For it's my mommy's dream
Can I go out and kill tonight, kill tonight
Killed a girl on lovers' lane
I kept her toes and teeth
Every night I stalk around until I find my keep
I'll bring back a souvenir
For it's my mommy's dream
Can I go out and kill tonight, kill tonight
Killed a girl on lovers lane
I kept her toes and teeth
Every night I stalk around until I find my keep, mommy
I'll bring back a souvenir
For it's my mommy's dream
Can I go out and kill tonight, kill tonight
Kill tonight, kill tonight, kill tonight, kill tonight
Kill tonight, kill tonight

Johntiki, I read a recent interview with Jerry where he stated that he & Doyle wrote most of the music & Glenn wrote most of the lyrics, but when they'd be rehearsing Jerry & Doyle couldn't always tell what Glenn was singing & they'd stop and ask if so-and-so was the lyric, if Glenn liked their version better he'd change it to what they said (so you're not the only person to not understand what Glenn was saying, the rest of the band wasn't always sure, either :) ).

I'm surprised no one's mentioned Big Black/Rapeman/Shellac:

Dead Billy

*Hey little girl in U.S. dress
Come and give daddy a kiss
To Dead Billy, U.S. soldier in green
Little lady napalm butt
Come and give head to, to...
Dead Billy make you boomboomboom
Dead Billy

Dead Billy make you happy
Dead Billy make you crawl
Dead Billy put your head in his hole
Dead Billy show you what it's like to die

This is not a love song
And this is not a kiss
For Dead Billy

Dead Billy make you happy
Dead Billy make you crawl
Dead Billy put your head in his hole
Dead Billy show you what it's like to die

This is not a love song
And this is not a kiss
For Dead Billy
No Viet*

Precious Thing

*I would like to wrap your hair around your neck like a noose
I would like to wrap your legs around my neck like a lock
You are my precious thing, thing of speed and beauty
You are my precious thing, as long as you remain beneath me
I will hold you down, I will hold you down, I will pin you down
I will hold you down, I will hold you down, I will pound down on you

You are my precious thing, you are my precious thing, you are my precious thing
I will hold you down, I will hold you down, I will pin you down
I will hold you down, I will hold you down, I will pin you down
I will hold you down, I will hold you down, I will pound down on you
You are my precious thing, thing of speed and beauty, you are my precious thing
You are my precious thing, thing of speed and beauty
You are my precious thing, as long as you remain beneath me*

I never thought of bands that try to be scary as being creepy, like the Cramps or the Misfits or Screamin' Lord Sutch. Those bands are/were great because they're so twisted and funny and the bands don't take themselves too seriously.

Then there are the "goth" bands like Bauhaus that take it way too seriously. Those bands don't seem creepy to me either.

But Throbbing Gristle is definitely creepy!

nurse with wound & organhouse(organ 31) - creepy

On 2005-07-14 19:26, Shipwreckjoey wrote:
This Rick Nelson song as performed by the Cramps on their first EP gets my vote:

There's a place where lovers go
To cry their troubles away.
And they call it,
Lonesome Town,
Where the broken hearts stay.

You can buy a dream or two
To last you all through the years.
And the only price you pay
Is a heart full of tears.

Goin' down to Lonesome Town,
Where the broken hearts stay.
Goin' down to Lonesome Town,
To cry my troubles away.

In the town of broken dreams,
The streets are filled with regret.
Maybe down in
Lonesome Town,
I can learn to forget.
Maybe down in
Lonesome Town,
I can learn to forget.

Yeah. That reads way creepier than the Ricky Nelson version.

Paul Anka's "She's Having My Baby"

Nuff Said!

Sent shivers down my spine.

Trustar

[ Edited by: trustar 2005-07-15 12:11 ]

On 2005-07-15 09:01, freddiefreelance wrote:
I'm surprised no one's mentioned Big Black/Rapeman/Shellac:

Good call, freddiefreelance. Big Black was a favorite band of mine back in my college radio days. I almost posted two songs of theirs, "Fish Fry", and "Bad Penny", but I thought the songs might be too obscure for everyone, and I thought "Polly" was creepier.

Bad Penny
*Ought to know what I liar I am
Ought to know me by now
Don't curse me for my nature
Don't blast me for my wrongs
Just a bad penny
I always come back to you
Just a bad penny

Just a bad penny
I always come back to you
Should have known you couldn't trust me
As far as you could throw me
You couldn't throw me too far
Just a bad penny
Couldn't throw me too far

I think I fucked your girlfriend once.
Maybe twice, I don't remember.
Then I fucked all your friend's girlfriends.
Now they hate you.

Just a bad penny
Just a bad penny
Such a bad penny
A bad bad penny

Ought to know what I liar I am
Ought to know me by now
Such a bad penny
A bad bad penny
Ought to know what I liar I am
Ought to know me by now
Ought to know you couldn't trust me
As far as you could throw me
Such a bad penny
Such a bad penny
Slap my hand*

(Can't find the complete lyrics to Fish Fry right now, but they are creepy).

Anything by eminem gives me chicken skin. I have to agree with Aqualung being pretty slimy. I too always found Country Death song by the Violent Femmes pretty creepy. A kick ass song with one of my favorite horn sections but still creepy. Here are the words:

I had me a wife, I had me some daughters.
I tried so hard, I never knew still waters.
Nothing to eat and nothing to drink.
Nothing for a man to do but sit around and think.
Nothing for a man to do but sit around and think.

Well, I’m a thinkin’ and thinkin’, till there’s nothin’ I ain’t thunk.
Breathing in the stink, till finally I stunk.
It was at that time, I swear I lost my mind.
I started making plans to kill my own kind.
I started making plans to kill my own kind.

Come little daughter, I said to the youngest one,
Put your coat on, we’ll have some fun.
We’ll go out to mountains, the one to explore.
Her face then lit up, I was standing by the door.
Her face then lit up, I was standing by the door.

Come little daughter, I will carry the lanterns.
We’ll go out tonight, we’ll go to the caverns.
We’ll go out tonight, we’ll go to the caves.
Kiss your mother goodnight and remember that God saves.
Kiss your mother goodnight and remember that God saves.

A led her to a hole, a deep black well.
I said make a wish, make sure and not tell and
Close you’re eyes dear, and count to seven.
You know your papa loves you, good children go to heaven.
You know your papa loves you, good children go to heaven.

I gave her a push, I gave her a shove.
I pushed with all my might, I pushed with all my love.
I through my child into a bottomless pit.
She was screaming as she fell, but I never heard her hit.
She was screaming as she fell, but I never heard her hit.

Gather round boys to this tale that I tell.
You wanna know how to take a short trip to hell?
It’s guarenteed to get your own place in hell.
Just take your lovely daughter and push her in the well.
Take your lovely daughter and throw her in the well.

Don’t speak to me of lovers, with a broken heart.
You wanna know what can really tear you apart?
I’m going out to the barn, will I never stop in pain?
I’m going out to the barn, to hang myself in shame.

Chongolio

-- I believe that our Heavenly Father invented the monkey because he was disappointed in man."
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On 2005-07-15 11:25, pappythesailor wrote:

Yeah. That reads way creepier than the Ricky Nelson version.

You got a point there pappy. The Cramps could make the Mickey Mouse Club Theme Song sound creepy. Lonesome Town is creepier when delivered by Rickey Nelson.