I will get out all my Siouxsie and the Banshees CDs, turn off the lights, and blast the stereo to freak out all the little kiddies going door to door. My yearly tradition.
I usually play this song:
You are the melting man
You are your situation
There is no time to breathe
And yet one single breath
Leads to an insatiable desire
Of suicide... in sex
So many blazing orchids
Burning in your throat
Making you choke
Making you sigh
Sigh in tiny deaths
So Melt!
My lover, melt!
She said melt!
My lover, melt!
You are the melting man
And as you melt
You are beheaded
Handcuffed in lace, blood, & sperm
Swimming in poison
Gasping in the fragrance
Sweat carves a screenplay
Of discipline... and devotion
So Melt!
My lover, melt!
She said melt!
My lover, melt!
Can you see?
See into the black of a long, black car
Pulling away from a funeral of flowers
With my hand between your legs
Melting...
And this song:
You clamber up
And look behind
Their watchful eyes
The helping hands
A hen that’s fierce
And painted blue
With red eyes
Wants to swallow you
A dragon dives and soars on tracks
The hands that strap you to it’s back
You turn around and look behind
Their smiling eyes
Won’t help you down
Their tiny hands
Their tiny feet
Such little hearts
To miss a beat
Grotesque dwarves in mirrored rooms
Pulled and taut a thousand yous
Staring back through stinging tears
Remembering those funhouse thrills
The paintbox tunes and wild balloons
Their watchful eyes, you start to swoon
Oh painted vile in lurid hue
The snarling horse that waits for you
Its motor whirrs and colours curl
Inside your head the monsters whirl
Its motor whirrs and colours curl
Inside your head the monsters whirl
In sucked out
Time stood still
Roundabout back
Carousel Time stood still
And you remember it well
Carousel
And this one too:
He trembles in the bitter wind
Until it's time for us to speak
Whilst others here are sleeping sound
I'll slip away by floorboard creak
Upon the hill he'll hear my secrets
Shock the colours to bleach inside
Whilst others there are sleeping sound
Just we two will confide
Listen to his body moan
Make a wish and send us home
To spin the gold and silver stitches
We can turn his rags to riches
With frosty jack on fingernail
Thro' shoe black smile he'll tell-a-tale
Come whisper thro' your lips of straw
A moment torn forevermore
Listen to his body groan
Make a wish to send us home
To spin the gold and silver stitches
We can turn his rags to riches
My so-called friends say you're not alive
I'll bake their bones for telling lies
Then pull the pastry from the pie
And pour the gravy in their eye
Listen to his body moan
Make a wish and send us home
To spin the gold and silver stitches
We can turn his rags to riches
Did I mention these songs sound really, really creepy? Love it! I also usually play "Voodoo Dolly", "Helter Skelter", "Halloween", and "Nightshift".
