Playlist Crime/Horror: Murder ballads, ghost stories and other eerie tales
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What is this that stands before me?
Figure in black which points at me
Turn around quick and start to run
Find out I'm the chosen one, oh nooo!
Big black shape with eyes of fire
Telling people their desire
Satan's sitting there, he's smiling
Watches those flames get higher and higher
Oh no, no, please God help me!
Is it the end, my friend?
Satan's coming 'round the bend
People running 'cause they're scared
The people better go and beware!
No, no, please, no!
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Like broken children at the wall / Their skin is hanging off in sheets / Each face is painted like a clown /Their blood is shining in the sun /Their wounds are powdered with white salt/ Their lips are making silent words/ I see my name as it spills out/ I see them walking on their knees/ Lead in a chain by laughing girls / I see them sucking on the dirt/ As if inhaling the whole world/ And one by one their throats are cut/ And each one sings his choking song/ And each one sings his lullaby/ And each one falls and then he's gone/ And I feel good / Yeah I feel fine / Yeah life good/ And I've been waiting far too long/ I see their bodies in the pyre / Leaking black smoke into the flames/ And all the people stand around /Shaping lips into my name / And soon the sun begins to sink / Behind the wall of dirty air / I see their bones there in the pile/ And taste the smell of burning hair / And all the children howl for milk / The rain spits down a million knives /I see you running through the field / I see you running for your useless life / I feel you choking on your tongue / I feel your breath attack your chest / The dogs are ripping at your feet / I see you bleeding out your happines /And I feel good / Yeah I feel fine / Yeah I feel good/ I finally got back what was always, righffully, mine.
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Like broken children at the wall / Their skin is hanging off in sheets / Each face is painted like a clown /Their blood is shining in the sun /Their wounds are powdered with white salt/ Their lips are making silent words/ I see my name as it spills out/ I see them walking on their knees/ Lead in a chain by laughing girls / I see them sucking on the dirt/ As if inhaling the whole world/ And one by one their throats are cut/ And each one sings his choking song/ And each one sings his lullaby/ And each one falls and then he's gone/ And I feel good / Yeah I feel fine / Yeah life good/ And I've been waiting far too long/ I see their bodies in the pyre / Leaking black smoke into the flames/ And all the people stand around /Shaping lips into my name / And soon the sun begins to sink / Behind the wall of dirty air / I see their bones there in the pile/ And taste the smell of burning hair / And all the children howl for milk / The rain spits down a million knives /I see you running through the field / I see you running for your useless life / I feel you choking on your tongue / I feel your breath attack your chest / The dogs are ripping at your feet / I see you bleeding out your happines /And I feel good / Yeah I feel fine / Yeah I feel good/ I finally got back what was always, righffully, mine.
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And I'll be your fool,
I'll hide myself deep inside,
Your crimson pool.
The muddy water runs,
Beneath your folds,
You won't let me breathe,
You won't let me go.
Now you be the stranger,
And I'll be the white-skinned son,
You'll blacken my innocence,
With sugar and opium...
The children were suffocating,
Down in your damp cave,
And you were the mother,
And I was the sleeping slave.
Protect me from violence,
Hold me in your cool lips,
You drug me with kindness,
So I can pretend I exist.
Now you be the oly child,
I'll suck on your breast,
You'll feed me with gasoline,
I'll burn my name in your head.
And I'll be your fool,
I'll hide myself deep inside,
Your crimson pool.
The muddy water runs,
Beneath your folds,
You won't let me breathe,
You won't let me go.
Now you be the stranger,
And I'll be the white-skinned son,
You'll blacken my innocence,
With sugar and opium...
The children were suffocating,
Down in your damp cave,
And you were the mother,
And I was the sleeping slave.
Protect me from violence,
Hold me in your cool lips,
You drug me with kindness,
So I can pretend I exist.
Now you be the oly child,
I'll suck on your breast,
You'll feed me with gasoline,
I'll burn my name in your head.
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When it is night and there is darkness in your room
You hear a sound with sharpened ears
Then it is me 'cause I return from time to time
And I have heard your silent tears
You lock your bedroom door and close the window
Indeed you know that there is no way to hide
I get in from the door on the backside
Baby, I'm your nightmare
But I know that you will like the creeps
'Cause nothing thrills like scary deeds
I know that you will like the creeps
You know you'll like the creeps
We learned to know each other many years ago
And in those days I was your man
We never could have been a couple, you and me
But still I do the best I can
To make your sheets alive and fill the space up
That all the others still were leaving behind
To make that sweat is running down your spine
Baby, I'm your nightmare...
We make your sheets alive and fill the space up
That all the others still were leaving behind
To make that sweat is running down your spine
Baby, I'm your nightmare...
You know you can't get over me
'Cause I can set desire free
When moonlight's shining through the trees
I'm coming from your fantasies
You need that dirty mad dog, me
You cannot live without, you see
And when it's dreamtime I'll return
To feed the flame in you, it burns for me,
'Cause I'm your nightmare
Baby I'm your nightmare
When it is night and there is darkness in your room
You hear a sound with sharpened ears
Then it is me 'cause I return from time to time
And I have heard your silent tears
You lock your bedroom door and close the window
Indeed you know that there is no way to hide
I get in from the door on the backside
Baby, I'm your nightmare
But I know that you will like the creeps
'Cause nothing thrills like scary deeds
I know that you will like the creeps
You know you'll like the creeps
We learned to know each other many years ago
And in those days I was your man
We never could have been a couple, you and me
But still I do the best I can
To make your sheets alive and fill the space up
That all the others still were leaving behind
To make that sweat is running down your spine
Baby, I'm your nightmare...
We make your sheets alive and fill the space up
That all the others still were leaving behind
To make that sweat is running down your spine
Baby, I'm your nightmare...
You know you can't get over me
'Cause I can set desire free
When moonlight's shining through the trees
I'm coming from your fantasies
You need that dirty mad dog, me
You cannot live without, you see
And when it's dreamtime I'll return
To feed the flame in you, it burns for me,
'Cause I'm your nightmare
Baby I'm your nightmare
Caciottina
Escluso
non la posso ascoltare dall ufficio ma il testo mi ricorda fear of the dark...
Se non fosse che non c'entra una mazza potrebbe anche essere, in effetti.
Caciottina
Escluso
e figurati.....
scorbutico di prima mattina di lunedi.....non voglio sapere come sara venerdi pomeriggio
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Heisenberg
Grazie a tutti per i contributi, sempre ben accetti:smile:
Torniamo alla partenza, e all'album di Nick Cave intitolato "Murder Ballads". Niente duetti, stavolta, ma una storia piuttosto "cattiva" su una ragazzina "serial killer" : La maledizione di Millhaven.
[video=youtube;ACG9wv69bKU]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACG9wv69bKU[/video]
I live in a town called Millhaven, and it's small and it's mean and it's cold
But if you come around just as the sun goes down you can watch the whole town turn to gold
It's around about then that I used to go a-roaming singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all gotta die
My name is Loretta but I prefer Lottie, I'm closing in on my fifteenth year
And if you think you have seen a pair of eyes more green then you sure haven't seen them around here
My hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing, La la la la La la la lie
Mama often told me we all got to die
You must have heard about The Curse Of Millhaven, how last Christmas Bill Blake's little boy didn't come home
They found him next week in One Mile Creek, his head bashed in and his pockets full of stones
Well, just imagine all the wailing and moaning
La la la la La la la lie Even little Billy Blake's boy, he had to die
Then Professor O'Rye from Millhaven High, found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier
Then next day the old fool brought little Biko to school, and we all had to watch as he buried her
His eulogy to Biko had all the tears a-flowing
La la la la La la la lie Even God's little creatures, they have to die
Our little town fell into a state of shock, a lot of people were saying things that made little sense
Then the next thing you know the head of Handyman Joe was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence
Foul play can really get a small town going
La la la la La la la lie Even God's children all have to die
Then, in a cruel twist of fate, old Mrs Colgate was stabbed but the job was not complete
The last thing she said before the cops pronounced her dead was, "My killer is Loretta and she lives across the street!" Twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning
La la la la La la la lie The young ones, the old ones, they all gotta die
Yes, it is I, Lottie. The Curse Of Millhaven, I've struck horror in the heart of this town
Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't Yellow, it's more like the other way around
I gotta pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming
La la la la La la la lie Sooner or later we all gotta die
Since I was no bigger than a weavil they've been saying I was evil, that if "bad" was a boot that I'd fit it
That I'm a wicked young lady, but I've been trying hard lately
O fuck it! I'm a monster! I admit it! It makes me so mad my blood really starts a-going
La la la la La la la lie Mama always told me that we all gotta die
Yeah, I drowned the Blakey kid, stabbed Mrs. Colgate, I admit,did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed, but I never crucified little Biko, that was two junior high school psychos
Stinky Bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head, I'll sing to the lot, now you got me going
La la la la La la la lie All God's children have all gotta die
There were all the others, all our sisters and brothers, you assumed were accidents, best forgotten
Recall the children who broke through the ice on Lake Tahoo? Everyone assumed the "Warning" signs had followed them to the bottom, well, they're underneath the house where I do quite a bit of stowing
La la la la La la la lie Even twenty little children, they had to die
And the fire of '91 that razed the Bella Vista slum, That was the biggest shit-fight this country's ever seen
Insurance companies ruined, land lords getting sued all cause of wee girl with a can of gasoline
Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing
La la la la La la la lie Rich man, poor man, all got to die
Well I confessed to all these crimes and they put me on trial, I was laughing when they took me away
Off to the asylum in an old black Mariah, it ain't home, but you know, it's fucking better than jail
It ain't such bad old place to have a home in
La la la la La la la lie All God's children they all gotta die
Now I got shrinks that will not rest with their endless Rorschach tests, I keep telling them they're out to get me
They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, "Why of course! There is so much more I could have done if they'd let me!" So it's Rorschach and Prozac and everything is groovy
Singing La la la la La la la lie All God's children they all have to die
La la la la La la la lie I'm happy as a lark and everything is fine
Singing La la la la La la la lie, Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine
Singing La la la la La la la lie All God's children they gotta die
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Torniamo alla partenza, e all'album di Nick Cave intitolato "Murder Ballads". Niente duetti, stavolta, ma una storia piuttosto "cattiva" su una ragazzina "serial killer" : La maledizione di Millhaven.
[video=youtube;ACG9wv69bKU]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ACG9wv69bKU[/video]
I live in a town called Millhaven, and it's small and it's mean and it's cold
But if you come around just as the sun goes down you can watch the whole town turn to gold
It's around about then that I used to go a-roaming singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all gotta die
My name is Loretta but I prefer Lottie, I'm closing in on my fifteenth year
And if you think you have seen a pair of eyes more green then you sure haven't seen them around here
My hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing, La la la la La la la lie
Mama often told me we all got to die
You must have heard about The Curse Of Millhaven, how last Christmas Bill Blake's little boy didn't come home
They found him next week in One Mile Creek, his head bashed in and his pockets full of stones
Well, just imagine all the wailing and moaning
La la la la La la la lie Even little Billy Blake's boy, he had to die
Then Professor O'Rye from Millhaven High, found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier
Then next day the old fool brought little Biko to school, and we all had to watch as he buried her
His eulogy to Biko had all the tears a-flowing
La la la la La la la lie Even God's little creatures, they have to die
Our little town fell into a state of shock, a lot of people were saying things that made little sense
Then the next thing you know the head of Handyman Joe was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence
Foul play can really get a small town going
La la la la La la la lie Even God's children all have to die
Then, in a cruel twist of fate, old Mrs Colgate was stabbed but the job was not complete
The last thing she said before the cops pronounced her dead was, "My killer is Loretta and she lives across the street!" Twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning
La la la la La la la lie The young ones, the old ones, they all gotta die
Yes, it is I, Lottie. The Curse Of Millhaven, I've struck horror in the heart of this town
Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't Yellow, it's more like the other way around
I gotta pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming
La la la la La la la lie Sooner or later we all gotta die
Since I was no bigger than a weavil they've been saying I was evil, that if "bad" was a boot that I'd fit it
That I'm a wicked young lady, but I've been trying hard lately
O fuck it! I'm a monster! I admit it! It makes me so mad my blood really starts a-going
La la la la La la la lie Mama always told me that we all gotta die
Yeah, I drowned the Blakey kid, stabbed Mrs. Colgate, I admit,did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed, but I never crucified little Biko, that was two junior high school psychos
Stinky Bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head, I'll sing to the lot, now you got me going
La la la la La la la lie All God's children have all gotta die
There were all the others, all our sisters and brothers, you assumed were accidents, best forgotten
Recall the children who broke through the ice on Lake Tahoo? Everyone assumed the "Warning" signs had followed them to the bottom, well, they're underneath the house where I do quite a bit of stowing
La la la la La la la lie Even twenty little children, they had to die
And the fire of '91 that razed the Bella Vista slum, That was the biggest shit-fight this country's ever seen
Insurance companies ruined, land lords getting sued all cause of wee girl with a can of gasoline
Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing
La la la la La la la lie Rich man, poor man, all got to die
Well I confessed to all these crimes and they put me on trial, I was laughing when they took me away
Off to the asylum in an old black Mariah, it ain't home, but you know, it's fucking better than jail
It ain't such bad old place to have a home in
La la la la La la la lie All God's children they all gotta die
Now I got shrinks that will not rest with their endless Rorschach tests, I keep telling them they're out to get me
They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, "Why of course! There is so much more I could have done if they'd let me!" So it's Rorschach and Prozac and everything is groovy
Singing La la la la La la la lie All God's children they all have to die
La la la la La la la lie I'm happy as a lark and everything is fine
Singing La la la la La la la lie, Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine
Singing La la la la La la la lie All God's children they gotta die
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Clementine Kruczynski
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Suffer Little Children" is a song by the English rock band The Smiths, that was included on their eponymous debut album in 1984. The song is about the Moors murders that took place on Saddleworth Moor, which overlooks Manchester, between 1963 and 1965.At the time of their murders many of the victims were only a few years older than Smiths' frontman Morrissey (b. 1959), who wrote the lyrics of the song after reading a book about the murders, Beyond Belief: A Chronicle of Murder and its Detection by Emlyn Williams.[2] It was one of the first songs that Morrissey and Johnny Marr wrote together.
Although five children were murdered in the Moors case, only three are named in the song: John Kilbride ("oh John you'll never be a man"), Lesley Ann Downey ("Lesley Ann with your pretty white beads"), and Edward Evans ("Edward, see those alluring lights"). The murders of Keith Bennett and Pauline Reade were not attributed to Myra Hindley and Ian Brady until 1985,after "Suffer Little Children" had already been released.
"Suffer Little Children"
Over the moor, take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave and I'll lay me down
Over the moor, take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave and I'll lay me down
Lesley-Anne, with your pretty white beads
Oh John, you'll never be a man
And you'll never see your home again
Oh Manchester, so much to answer for
Edward, see those alluring lights?
Tonight will be your very last night
A woman said, I know my son is dead
I'll never rest my hands on his sacred head
Hindley wakes and Hindley says
Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes
Hindley wakes and says
Oh, wherever he has gone, I have gone
But fresh lilaced moorland fields
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death
Fresh lilaced moorland fields
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death
Hindley wakes and says
Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes
Hindley wakes and says
Oh, whatever he has done, I have done
But this is no easy ride
For a child cries
Oh, find me, find me, nothing more
We are on a sullen misty moor
We may be dead and we may be gone
But we will be, we will be
We will be right by your side
Until the day you die
This is no easy ride
We will haunt you when you laugh
Yes, you could say we're a team
You might sleep, you might sleep
You might sleep
But you will never dream
Oh, you might sleep
But you will never dream
You might sleep
But you will never dream
Oh Manchester, so much to answer for
Oh Manchester, so much to answer for
Oh, find me, find me
Find me, I'll haunt you when you laugh
Oh, I'll haunt you when you laugh
You might sleep
But you will never dream
Over the moors, I'm on the moor
Oh, over the moor
Oh, the child is on the moor
Suffer Little Children" is a song by the English rock band The Smiths, that was included on their eponymous debut album in 1984. The song is about the Moors murders that took place on Saddleworth Moor, which overlooks Manchester, between 1963 and 1965.At the time of their murders many of the victims were only a few years older than Smiths' frontman Morrissey (b. 1959), who wrote the lyrics of the song after reading a book about the murders, Beyond Belief: A Chronicle of Murder and its Detection by Emlyn Williams.[2] It was one of the first songs that Morrissey and Johnny Marr wrote together.
Although five children were murdered in the Moors case, only three are named in the song: John Kilbride ("oh John you'll never be a man"), Lesley Ann Downey ("Lesley Ann with your pretty white beads"), and Edward Evans ("Edward, see those alluring lights"). The murders of Keith Bennett and Pauline Reade were not attributed to Myra Hindley and Ian Brady until 1985,after "Suffer Little Children" had already been released.
"Suffer Little Children"
Over the moor, take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave and I'll lay me down
Over the moor, take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave and I'll lay me down
Lesley-Anne, with your pretty white beads
Oh John, you'll never be a man
And you'll never see your home again
Oh Manchester, so much to answer for
Edward, see those alluring lights?
Tonight will be your very last night
A woman said, I know my son is dead
I'll never rest my hands on his sacred head
Hindley wakes and Hindley says
Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes
Hindley wakes and says
Oh, wherever he has gone, I have gone
But fresh lilaced moorland fields
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death
Fresh lilaced moorland fields
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death
Hindley wakes and says
Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes
Hindley wakes and says
Oh, whatever he has done, I have done
But this is no easy ride
For a child cries
Oh, find me, find me, nothing more
We are on a sullen misty moor
We may be dead and we may be gone
But we will be, we will be
We will be right by your side
Until the day you die
This is no easy ride
We will haunt you when you laugh
Yes, you could say we're a team
You might sleep, you might sleep
You might sleep
But you will never dream
Oh, you might sleep
But you will never dream
You might sleep
But you will never dream
Oh Manchester, so much to answer for
Oh Manchester, so much to answer for
Oh, find me, find me
Find me, I'll haunt you when you laugh
Oh, I'll haunt you when you laugh
You might sleep
But you will never dream
Over the moors, I'm on the moor
Oh, over the moor
Oh, the child is on the moor
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Rose Clouds of Holocaust
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Fantastica
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When life is but disappointment
And nothing is amusing
The one wild hunt
For loneliness
Is a life without god
Is an end without love
Soulless today
And soulless tomorrow
We struggle for the joy
Oh, we struggle for the joy
That life is haunted by
That life is haunted by
Its memories - its meaninglessness
Yearn to be gathered, cracked and saved
A thought, for a lifetime
A thought, for a night time
But what ends when the symbols shatter?
And who knows what happens to hearts?
But what ends when the symbols shatter?
And who knows what happens to hearts?
But what ends when the symbols shatter?
And who knows what happens to hearts?
But what ends when the symbols shatter?
And who knows what happens to hearts?
When life is but disappointment
And nothing is amusing
The one wild hunt
For loneliness
Is a life without god
Is an end without love
Soulless today
And soulless tomorrow
We struggle for the joy
Oh, we struggle for the joy
That life is haunted by
That life is haunted by
Its memories - its meaninglessness
Yearn to be gathered, cracked and saved
A thought, for a lifetime
A thought, for a night time
But what ends when the symbols shatter?
And who knows what happens to hearts?
But what ends when the symbols shatter?
And who knows what happens to hearts?
But what ends when the symbols shatter?
And who knows what happens to hearts?
But what ends when the symbols shatter?
And who knows what happens to hearts?
Clementine Kruczynski
Utente
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Two pale figures
Ache in silence
Timeless
In the quiet ground
Side by side
In age and sadness
I watched
And acted wordlessly
As piece by piece
You performed your story
Moving through an unknown past
Dancing at the funeral party
Memories of children's dreams
Lie lifeless
Fading
Lifeless
Hand in hand with fear and shadows
Crying at the funeral party
I heard a song
And turned away
As piece by piece
You performed your story
Noiselessly across the floor
Dancing at the funeral party
Two pale figures
Ache in silence
Timeless
In the quiet ground
Side by side
In age and sadness
I watched
And acted wordlessly
As piece by piece
You performed your story
Moving through an unknown past
Dancing at the funeral party
Memories of children's dreams
Lie lifeless
Fading
Lifeless
Hand in hand with fear and shadows
Crying at the funeral party
I heard a song
And turned away
As piece by piece
You performed your story
Noiselessly across the floor
Dancing at the funeral party
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Clementine Kruczynski
Utente
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She stands twelve feet above the flood
She stares
Alone
Across the water
The loneliness grows and slowly
Fills her frozen body
Sliding downwards
One by one her senses die
The memories fade
And leave her eyes
Still seeing worlds that never were
And one by one the bright birds leave her
Starting at the violent sound
She tries to turn
But final
Noiseless
Slips and strikes her soft dark head
The water bows
Receives her
And drowns her at its ease
Drowns her at its ease
I would have left the world all bleeding
Could I only help you love
The fleeting shapes
So many years ago
So young and beautiful and brave
Everything was true
It couldn't be a story
I wish it was all true
I wish it couldn't be a story
The words all left me
Lifeless
Hoping
Breathing like the drowning man
Oh Fushia
You leave me
Breathing like the drowning man
Breathing like the drowning man
She stands twelve feet above the flood
She stares
Alone
Across the water
The loneliness grows and slowly
Fills her frozen body
Sliding downwards
One by one her senses die
The memories fade
And leave her eyes
Still seeing worlds that never were
And one by one the bright birds leave her
Starting at the violent sound
She tries to turn
But final
Noiseless
Slips and strikes her soft dark head
The water bows
Receives her
And drowns her at its ease
Drowns her at its ease
I would have left the world all bleeding
Could I only help you love
The fleeting shapes
So many years ago
So young and beautiful and brave
Everything was true
It couldn't be a story
I wish it was all true
I wish it couldn't be a story
The words all left me
Lifeless
Hoping
Breathing like the drowning man
Oh Fushia
You leave me
Breathing like the drowning man
Breathing like the drowning man
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Heisenberg
:up:H7, Fantastica e Clementine (sia per gli Smith che per i Cure)
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Under the arc of a weather stain boards, ancient goblins, and warlords,
Come out of the ground, not making a sound, the smell of death is all around,
And the night when the cold wind blows, no one cares, nobody knows.
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary, I don't want to live my life again,
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary, I don't want to live my life again.
Follow Victor to the sacred place, this ain't a dream, I can't escape,
Molars and fangs, the clicking of bones, spirits moaning among the tombstones,
And the night, when the moon is bright, someone cries, something ain't right.
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary, I don't want to live my life again,
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary, I don't want to live my life again.
The moon is full, the air is still, all of a sudden I feel a chill,
Victor is grinning, flesh rotting away, skeletons dance, I curse this day,
And the night when the wolves cry out, listen close and you can hear me shout.
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary, I don't want to live my life again,
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary, I don't want to live my life again.
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Under the arc of a weather stain boards, ancient goblins, and warlords,
Come out of the ground, not making a sound, the smell of death is all around,
And the night when the cold wind blows, no one cares, nobody knows.
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary, I don't want to live my life again,
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary, I don't want to live my life again.
Follow Victor to the sacred place, this ain't a dream, I can't escape,
Molars and fangs, the clicking of bones, spirits moaning among the tombstones,
And the night, when the moon is bright, someone cries, something ain't right.
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary, I don't want to live my life again,
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary, I don't want to live my life again.
The moon is full, the air is still, all of a sudden I feel a chill,
Victor is grinning, flesh rotting away, skeletons dance, I curse this day,
And the night when the wolves cry out, listen close and you can hear me shout.
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary, I don't want to live my life again,
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary, I don't want to live my life again.
Clementine Kruczynski
Utente
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(I miss you miss you)
Hello there the angel from my nightmare
The shadow in the background of the morgue
The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley
We can live like Jack and Sally if we want
Where you can always find me
And we'll have Halloween on Christmas
And in the night we'll wish this never ends
We'll wish this never ends
(I miss you I miss you)
(I miss you I miss you)
Where are you and I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
This sick strange darkness
Comes creeping on so haunting every time
And as I stared I counted
The Webs from all the spiders
Catching things and eating their insides
Like indecision to call you
and hear your voice of treason
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight
Stop this pain tonight
Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (I miss you miss you)
Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (I miss you miss you)
Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (I miss you miss you)
Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (I miss you miss you)
Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (I miss you miss you)
Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (I miss you miss you)
I miss you (miss you miss you)
I miss you (miss you miss you)
I miss you (miss you miss you)
I miss you (miss you miss you)
(I miss you miss you)
(I miss you miss you)
Hello there the angel from my nightmare
The shadow in the background of the morgue
The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley
We can live like Jack and Sally if we want
Where you can always find me
And we'll have Halloween on Christmas
And in the night we'll wish this never ends
We'll wish this never ends
(I miss you I miss you)
(I miss you I miss you)
Where are you and I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
This sick strange darkness
Comes creeping on so haunting every time
And as I stared I counted
The Webs from all the spiders
Catching things and eating their insides
Like indecision to call you
and hear your voice of treason
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight
Stop this pain tonight
Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (I miss you miss you)
Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (I miss you miss you)
Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (I miss you miss you)
Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (I miss you miss you)
Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (I miss you miss you)
Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (I miss you miss you)
I miss you (miss you miss you)
I miss you (miss you miss you)
I miss you (miss you miss you)
I miss you (miss you miss you)
(I miss you miss you)
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