“All the locals hide their tears of regret.
Open fire cos i love you to death.
Sky high, with a heartache of stone.
You’ll never see me cos I’m always alone.
How to love without a trace of dissent.
I’ll buy the torture cos you pay for the rent.
Tied high with a broken command.
You’re all alone to the promised land.
I’m in love with this malicious intent.
You’ve been taken but you don’t know it yet.
What you will know must never live to be found.
Cos it’s the subject of the eyes of the drowned.
“Ms .45” by L7!
Because tough chicks rock!
“She’s got a gun
Just make her day
She’ll blow you away
She walks the streets at night
And they think she is a whore
She’s gotta death wish
She’s gonna even out the score
ms. 45
They don’t let you
She’s gonna make them pay
Now her right is it
You won’t get away
She walks the streets at night
And they think she is a whore
She’s gotta death wish
She’s gonna even out the score
ms. 45
She’s got a big gun
She’s gonna make those assholes pay
You fuck with her
She’ll blow your ass away
She walks the streets at night
And they think she is a whore
She’s gotta death wish
She’s gonna even out the score
ms. 45”
The Opening Theme to “The X-Files”.
Reblog if this scared the hell out of you as a kid… Reblog if it scares the hell out of you still!
Chicane - Saltwater
So anyway, I cannot stop listening to this! My friend anubislauged introduced me to it because it helped inspire his art and he is right! I listened to this and it put me into such a good mood! I was so relaxed! I swear I was having a spiritual experience! Anyone who knows me knows that I am a metal head. But, on occasion I will listen to some electronic music and this is such an example!
The Charlie Daniels Band - The Legend of Wooley Swamp
A great ghost story of a song!
Lyrics:
Well, if you ever go back into Wooley Swamp,
Well, you better not go at night.
There’s things out there in the middle of them woods
That make a strong man die from fright.
Things that crawl and things that fly
And things that creep around on the ground.
And they say the ghost of Lucius Clay gets up and he walks around.
But I couldn’t believe it.
I just had to find out for myself.
And I couldn’t conceive it
‘Cause I never would have listened to nobody else.
And I couldn’t believe it.
I just had to find out for myself
There’s somethings in this world you just
can’t explain.
The old man lived in the Wooley Swamp way back in Booger Woods.
He never did do a lot of harm in the world,
But he never did do no good
People didn’t think too much of him
They all thought he acted funny
The old man didn’t care about people anyway
All he cared about was his money.
He’d stuff it all down in mason jars
And he’d bury it all around
And on certain nights
If the moon was right
H e’d dig it up out of the ground.
He’d pour it all out on the floor of his shack
And run his fingers through it.
Yeah, Lucius Clay was a greedy old man
And that’s all that there was to it.
Cable boys was white trash
They lived over on Carver’s Creek.
They were mean as a snake
And sneaky as a cat
And belligerent when they’d speak.
One night the oldest brother said,
“Y'all meet me at the Wooley Swamp later
We’ll take old Lucius’s money
and we’ll feed him to the alligators.”
They found the old man out in the back
With a shovel in his hand,
Thirteen rusty mason jars
was just dug up out of the sand.
And they all went crazy
And they beat the old man,
And they picked him up off of the ground.
Threw him in the swamp
And stood there and laughed
As the black water sucked him down.
Then they turned around
And went back to the shack
And picked up the money and ran.
They hadn’t gone nowhere
When they realized
They were running in quicksand.
And they struggled and they screamed
But they couldn’t get away
And just before they went under
They could hear that old man laughing
In a voice as loud as thunder.
And that’s been fifty years ago
And you can go by there yet.
There’s a spot in the yard
In the back of that shack
Where the ground is always wet.
And on summer nights
If the moon is right
Down by the that dark footpath,
You can hear three young men screaming.
You can hear one old man laugh.