ateolf | the many faces of "Halloween"

The Misfits:

Bonfires burning bright
Pumpkin faces in the night
I remember Halloween

Dead cats hanging from poles
Little dead are out in droves
I remember Halloween

Brown leafed vertigo
Where skeletal life is known
I remember Halloween

This day anything goes
Burning bodies hanging from poles
I remember Halloween

Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween

Candy apples and razor blades
Little dead are soon in graves
I remember Halloween

This day anything goes
Burning bodies hanging from poles
I remember

Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween
Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween

Siouxsie and the Banshees:

The night is still
and the frost it bites my face
I wear my silence like a mask
and murmer like a ghost
"Trick or Treat"
"Trick or Treat"
The bitter and the sweet

The carefree days
are distant now
I wear my memories like a shroud
I try to speak but words collapse
Echoing
"Trick or Treat"
"Trick or Treat"
The bitter and the sweet

I wonder through your sadness
gazing at you with scorpion eyes
Halloween ...... Halloween

A sweet reminder
in the ice-blue nursery
of childish murder
of hidden lustre
and she cries
"Trick or Treat"
"Trick or Treat"
The bitter and the sweet

I wander through your sadness
gazing at you with scorpion eyes
Halloween ...... Halloween

Sonic Youth:

There's something shifting in the distance
don't know what it is
day's as dead as night
except for that feeling that's
crawling up inside of me as you
sing your song as you
swing along and you're
it's your, your song

the devil in me
makes me stare at you as you
twist up along you
sing your song and you
slipping up to me and you're
so close i just a
wanna touch you and i
sing your song and you
dont know what's going on but you
wanna me to come along as you
sing your song and you're
fucking with me as you
slither up to me
your lips there
slipping twisting at my
insides and singing on
you're just a
swinging man, it's not your
swinging song and now i
don't know what you want but
you're looking at me and you're
falling to the ground and you're
twisting around fucking with my
my mind and i don't know what
's going on

swinging in your song
twisting me on as you
slither up to me and it's gotta be
and i don't know what you wanna do
and you're looking at me with your big dark eyes
and you're rubbing your body

twisting

a funny little anecdote: coming back from taking my mom to her appointment, there was this old woman on a street corner holding up a cardboard sign saying "HONK FOR BUSH!" that's all...