More Scary Tunes! The Moody Blues Are Zombies

Katiebabs here bringing you some more spooky music that will make you run and hide under your bed!

Carolyn aka CJ, mommy of demon child Lil CJ and caretaker of prude Miss Doreen has started a trend here at the DIK Blog. We are posting songs that send chills throughout our bodies. They are spooky tunes perfect for Halloween that is right around the corner.

What do you think?
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Nights in White Satin by The Moody Blues is one of my favorite songs but also a bit scary. It never fails to give me the chills. And this video is a bit freaky also! The band kind of looks like zombies and the one guy's mustache could come alive and eat you. I think it's an alien life form on his upper lip.



Nights in white satin,
Never reaching the end,
Letters Ive written,
Never meaning to send.

Beauty Id always missed
With these eyes before,
Just what the truth is
I cant say anymore.

cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.

Gazing at people,
Some hand in hand,
Just what Im going thru
They can understand.

Some try to tell me
Thoughts they cannot defend,
Just what you want to be
You will be in the end...

MsMoonlight's Creepy Halloween thingy

Following with the current theme of creepy Halloween thingies, I offer the following songs that make my Creepy Song List. Enjoy...

First up... the Boogie Man!! Run!! Hide!! Save yourselves! *grin*


I'm Your Boogie Man lyrics:
I'm your boogieman
That's what I am
I'm here to do whatever I can
Be it early mornin', late afternoon
Or at midnight, it's never too soon

to want to please you
to want to please you
I wanna do it all, all for you
I wanna be your, be your lover boy
I wanna be the one, ya love most of all - oh yeah

I'm your boogieman, boogieman (Turn me on)
I'm your boogieman, boogieman (Do what you want)
I'm your boogieman, boogieman (Turn me on)
I'm your boogieman, boogieman (Do what you want)

I'm your boogieman
That's what I am
I'm here to do whatever I can
Be it early mornin', late afternoon
Or at midnight, it's never too soon

to want to hold you
I want to hold you
I wanna give me all, all to you
And I want you, to completely understand
Just where I'm at, and where I am - oh yeah

I'm your boogieman, boogieman (Turn me on)
I'm your boogieman, boogieman (Do what you want)
I'm your boogieman, boogieman (Turn me on)
I'm your boogieman, boogieman (Do what you want)

I'm your boogieman
That's what I am
I'm here to do whatever I can
Be it early mornin', late afternoon
Or at midnight, it's never too soon

I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you
Yeah we'll be together, you and me
I wanna see you
Ah get near you
I wanna love you
Ah from sundown sunup - oh yeah oh yeah

I'm your boogieman
That's what I am
I'm here to do whatever I can
Be it early mornin', late afternoon
Or at midnight, it's never too soon
To want to please you
I wan to keep you
To wanna do it all, all for you
I wanna be your, be your lover boy
I wanna be the one
Ya love most of all
I'm your boogieman
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and because I HATE spiders...creepy crawly Boris the Spider- EEEKK!!


Boris The Spider lyrics:
Look, he's crawling up my wall
Black and hairy, very small
Now he's up above my head
Hanging by a little thread

Boris the spider
Boris the spider

Now he's dropped on to the floor
Heading for the bedroom door
Maybe he's as scared as me
Where's he gone now, I can't see

Boris the spider
Boris the spider

Creepy, crawly
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly

There he is wrapped in a ball
Doesn't seem to move at all
Perhaps he's dead, I'll just make sure
Pick this book up off the floor

Boris the spider
Boris the spider

Creepy, crawly
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly

He's come to a sticky end
Don't think he will ever mend
Never more will he crawl 'round
He's embedded in the ground

Boris the spider
Boris the spider
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OK, those just give me the creepys! The spider lyrics are the stuff my nightmares are made of!

Scary Halloween thingy #2, with possible TMI...Haunted!

At some point during 1970's, I began to realize songs actually had lyrics. Some, of course, were unintelligible. (Like Manfred Man's Blinded by the light. Wrapped up like a deuce, you know the Rolos in the night, or Billy Idol's How's about a date, there is no human race.)

Unfortunately for child hypochondriac Carolyn Crane, Seasons in the Sun was perfectly intelligible.

I remember the first time I actually listened to it was in the waiting room of an eye doctor's office and it FRIGHTENED THE STUFFING OUT OF ME!

As a child, I was well aware that anybody could get a horrible disease and die; in fact, I obsessed about it frequently, but this song made it a terrifying reality. Lyrics that particularly upset me: Goodbye Papa it's hard to die. Like, this poor fellow is dying, and saying goodbye to his parents? I imagined me having to say goodbye to my parents, my dog. Even my sisters. Or, Goodbye to you, my trusted friend. We've known each other since we're nine or ten. Together we climbed hills or trees. I had friends I played with, too! And like, that would just be over?

I think part of it was the powerlessness. This guy has a horrible disease and none of the adults could help him, as proved by this song.

I don't know where my childhood hypochondria came from--probably a stew of things, but this song definitely made it worse, because it made a little story out of the whole thing that I could imagine myself into. Sometimes it would stick in my head for days and haunt me. I swear, I'm not being flip - it would run in my head and haunt me for days. Some kids had monsters in the closets, the boogie man. I had Terry Jacks.

I'm a lot better now, though obviously I think about it enough that I made my main character in my book a hypochondriac. Oh well, at least I can listen to this song without freaking.

Creepy Halloween writing observation #1

One thing about being a writer is that you have to learn to see the world from many different characters' mindsets, even those most strange and frightening to you.

As a writer, I strive to understand all darkness, not just in my current characters, but all possible characters. How does a vampire feel when he sucks the last drop of blood from a victim? Where is the pleasure in feeling the corpse limp in ones hands? I need to be able to understand the quivering anticipation a strangler in the 1600's felt, approaching a lonely girl on the streets, hands itching to tighten over a nubile neck.

What is that killer's mind like? How does life feel to him or her?

What is it like to be a hungry werewolf, or an insane god? What is that mind like?

I find, if I really want to, I can key into most any kink and "get" what's sexy about it, at least enough to write about it if I want--jock sniffing, poop eating, even the most depraved role playing.

However, the other day while I was running, switching around stations on my radio headphones set, I came across this song and it baffled and disturbed me.

What is the world like to the mind that wrote this song? People somewhere thought it was sexy. How is that possible? I was a child when it came out. Was I affected? What manner of darkness of the soul produced this?

Watch the video closely. Is it possible these two are being forced by a third party? They seem a bit under duress. Who smiles while singing about muskrats having sex? Captain makes sex sounds with his keyboards. Surely a grown man wouldn't do this without some sort of threat, perhaps an sinister presence lurking just outside the camera lens.

Please advise!

xoxo Carolyn Crane (aka Carolyn Jean)

LB Gregg Three Days of DIK:Give It To Me Baby

Desire

I had an interesting conversation with CJ (see photo) the other day while avoiding my snooping neighbor and using the free internet in the local Panera. Since we're going to be roomies at a certain upcoming event, we were gabbing about this and that. The word Urgency came up.

Urgency! How authors build it, why it's weird to be a blogger promoing, and what books we feel the URGE to read. Also how we're part of the machine (but lets ignore that part of the equation).

You know what I'm talking about as a reader, yes--the books we want As Soon As Possible.

I tried to come up with a list, but my writing and my obsession with crappy tv got in the way. Admittedly, Jim and Pam's wedding was high on my list of priorities last night. They did not disappoint!

Such a fan.

Two Example of Authors whose Books I HAD to HAVE.

1. JR Ward scammed led us by the straps of our knock off Coach bags-- right to the check out line. Ca-ching! (For me this ended with the pothead book. Still, she's a smart one.) Series bating, fresh hooky kind of writing, and sex on a stick Vamps you just hated to love. She's the queen of crack, yes.
   
   
2. JK Rowling kept me up until fucking midnight making wands out of pipe cleaners and casting spells with glitter (kill me) alongside my kids more than once. I still have wrist bracelets and all kinds of promotional BE THERE FOR MIDNIGHT stuff crammed in desk drawers. I forked over $$$ for the Harry Potter books willingly...nay, gladly...because of my kids. Wonderful.

So. What books do you have to have? Not just want them, but you cannot imagine not reading them on day one of its release. You know, as soon as you can find a place (side of the road; McDonald's parking lot; stop light) to crack that sucker open and crease its spine?

Here are LB's top most anticipated books

Tad Williams releases the third book in this tres magnifique series, Shadowrise, and I'm DESPERATE for it. It comes out about two weeks before my first novel and I can guarantee you I'll be nose in this book. YEARS I've waited. (OK, not just me, but fans in general). Cliff hanger anyone?

On the fantasy front, I'm also eager for Josh Lanyon's Strange Fortune, which looks incredible. BEB's releases this yum yum on G's birthday. Do you think G would like a copy? He loves fantasy. Josh will be here next month (when I host in my lisabea guise) to tell us MORE about it. It's gorgeous.

JL Langley's Without Fear--Stirling and Rhys' story. No cover. No information. Who cares? I'm in, baby! I'll just post this photo of Nate (from My Fair Captain ) to fill some space, yes?

No. There's no book that I know of coming next, but I dream that someday, some way, there will be a new installment to Terry Pratchett's Tiffany Aching series. Yes, I'm a Discworld fan, but Tiffany Aching stole my heart (and the Nac Mac Feegles stole my wallet).

This book. Look at this scary chick in that creepy urban setting. I'm eager for Ms. Carolyn Crane's debut UF novel. Carolyn says "...in a nutshell, Mind Games is the first in an urban fantasy trilogy about a hypochondriac who joins a psychological hit squad. It takes place in a fantastical Milwaukee/Chicago."

She had me at hypochondriac.

Pretend this is the new one.

Finally--the number one book I'm waiting for comes as no surprise to anyone, I'm sure--Adrien English V-The Dark Tide. I have no information on this book--only that Adrien and Jake are entering a new phase in their relationship, and I must know what happens next.

Conversely, there's this book.

I'm going to admit something to you, I've not read Suze Brockmann's latest book, Hot Pursuit. And here's why (and, this is terrible!)...she revisited an established couple and I didn't feel a burning desire to crack it open. Buy it? Of course! It's Suze! But...I want the conflict in my romances to be between the hero and the heroine, and I'm worried this Sam and Alyssa book will fall flat. Which is frankly ridiculous. Because if there is one thing my hero Suze does, it's to surprise me at every turn. Rule breaker!

So. What are YOU waiting for this year? I expect to hear Kresley Cole, Lisa Kleypas, Charlaine Harris, Elizabeth Hoyt, Joanna Bourne, Ann Aguirre....let me know!