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|    kateh to Mitch Dickson    |
|    Re: Spookey Tunes for Halloween, anyone?    |
|    23 Oct 08 09:48:02    |
      From: kateh_1@charter.net              "Mitch Dickson" wrote       > "kateh" wrote in message       >> Wow, it's quiet as a graveyard in here.       >> Anybody (okay, pun intended) have any ideas for a Halloween barn dance       >> line-up?       >> KateH :)       >       > Here is a good halloween song for you KateH. I wrote this about 5 years       > ago. Can't send you the music but it is in the key of A minor. Here are       > the words:       >       > THE WITCH'S DREAM       >       > Now listen to me children, be careful how you play       >       > There's dangers all about you take the straight and narrow way       >       > The Tarot's not just a deck of cards, there is no golden road       >       > Just a trail of pain and sorrow, till you cannot bear the load       >       >       >       > CHORUS       >       >       >       > The witch's dream is endless you can hear the mournful sound       >       > As the darkness wraps about you hear the wail of Satan's hounds       >       > Down pitch black halls the demon calls at the devils you will scream       >       > There's no escape no road to take, if your caught in the witch's dream       >       >       >       > The Ouji board is not a toy leave the witches to their brew       >       > Familiar spirits lay in wait, just to plant their hooks in you       >       > No more on earth you will enjoy a comfort or a friend       >       > Instead a witch's dream will be the passage to your end       >       >       >       > Black Mirrors and black candles are the toolbox of the damned       >       > The cauldrons are a gurgling you can hear that chilling sound       >       > Night it is a fallin', the magic circle's drawn       >       > The witches will be dreamin' until the break of dawn       >       > C YA       > Mitch              Wow! Okay, that creeps me out....really nicely. :)       A few years ago, I made a mask of my face and built a life-size, witch with       it. She stands guard at the front door each Halloween, with her cauldron,       broom and dancing ghosts. Sounds like the perfect theme song for her! :)              Here's a Halloweeny-one I wrote a couple of years ago for an Irish news       group. The Irish New Year was just after Halloween..... long, long ago.       Then they have this whole thing about the "crossroads"....that's carried       over into so many bluegrass songs. Never thought to put it to music. :)              CROSSROADS       Standing at the crossroads              Paralyzed by fear              Neither fall nor winter              Neither there, nor here              The brand new year is dawning              Tomorrow with the sun              Tonight though, worlds collide              And the impact leads to fun              Of an otherwordly nature              An ethereal charade              When the spirits of the night              Come together to parade              Though most mortals pale and stay indoors              The children seem to glow              And cats and dogs will howl away              The night, as if they know              That tonight is somehow different              Than the next one or the last              And the future is as certain              As the dimly shadowed past              When the spirits of the night              Seemed delighted to step out              And they'd scare us, near to death              If we went wandering about              Or stood too near the crossroads              Paralyzed by fear              Neither dreaming nor awake              At the closing of the year.              Thanks, for sharing, Mitch!       KateH              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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