Songs About Creepy Crimes Committed In the Woods In the Cold Dark of Night.

[Chorus]

Up Falling Rock Hill where the leaves swoop like bats
I shot my brother William five times in the back.
"Have mercy, have mercy, dear brother," he cried.
But, the wind has no mercy and neither did I.
I watched as his blood ran through dead grass.
I watched as the black ants crawled through his hands.

Up Falling Rock Hill the wind softly moaned
And down, down came I with blood on my clothes.
Cicadas were hissing and the whippoorwill called
But the earth didn't open and the sky didn't fall.

Up Falling Rock Hill the wind softly moans
And black ants they crawl cross my dear brother's bones.
Wild, red roses tangle the grass
Where William, sweet William, his blood once ran.
Through the dead leaves, I walk marked with blood
And wherever I step, the night creatures run.

afghan whigs "tonight"

these lyrics have always creeped me out, makes me think of a pedophile kidnapper rapist on the prowl but that could also be attributed to greg dulli's vocals. i feel filthy because i love the song.

[the girl:]
I remember a jet slowly scraping
Low and heavy across a sky of slate
I remember the angle of your elbow
As it doubled back
In the crack of fists across a face
I remember the suck of boots in mud
Guttural, sexual, in those clandestine woods

[the killer:]
Down at the river's edge
Below the concrete bed
The smell of lilac in your hair
Where the stinging nettles grow
The the lonely rushes blow
I left you in a culvert there

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Buildings and dreams dissolve into rust
Now all the flowers are turning brown
Cause the circus is coming to town
Cause the circus is coming to town

[the girl:]
I remember dying to cry out
But throat-stuck with briars and stones
As your ruddy lips grew much ruddier

[the killer:]
Step you lightly now
We must keep our voices down
The dogs of remorse
Follow close on the wind
Take your face off, don't be shy
They can't hunt you with their eyes
But surely they know the scent of sin

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Buildings and dreams dissolve into rust
Now all the flowers are turning brown
Cause the circus is coming to town
Cause the circus is coming to town

[the girl:]
I remember falling, falling back
Into that tangled bed: a mesh of twigs
Deflowered like a virgin bride
In the ground swell of spring
Underneath that deciduous canopy
Propped up with jagged scaffolding
Is that a train or thunder coming?
Is that a train or thunder?

But yet I like the music on it. Just makes me feel ill, the contrast.

Oh come on!!!

i am like jack and i tell you this
i will be your lover and exorcist
in the stillness of the mosquito sunset
you will make love to me to your very best

hey, hey, i'm a jack on fire
hey, hey, your lips kiss jack on fire

way back in the indian days
nothing could drive the heat away
drive the search and murder of lost enemies
drive deep into what is never seen

and like jack, there is a heat to the fight
like a moth detects a heat to the light
and like jack, i will covet everything that is you
because, the heat in you will temporarily do

hey, hey, i'm a jack on fire
hey, hey, your lips kiss jack on fire

when you fall in love with me
we can dig a hole by the willow tree
then, I will fuck you until you die
bury you and kiss this town goodbye,

it will be unhappy, it will be sad
but, it will be understood that i am bad!
so don't you go and lie to me
cuz everyday is judgement day with me

the gun club "jack on fire"

But if you're bold enough to post a picture of it, you can live with that on YOUR conscience, I'd rather not live with it on mine.

Within the fire and out upon the sea
Crazy Man Michael was walking
He met with a raven with eyes black as coals
And shortly they were a-talking

"Your future, your future, I would tell to you
Your future, you often have asked me
Your true love will die by your own right hand
And Crazy Man Michael will cursed be"

Michael he ranted and Michael he raved
And beat at the four winds with his fists-oh
He laughed and he cried, he shouted and he swore
For his mad mind had trapped him with a kiss-oh

"You speak with an evil, you speak with a hate
You speak for the devil that haunts me
For is she not the fairest in all the broad land?
Your sorcerer’s words are to taunt me"

He took out his dagger of fire and of steel
And struck down the raven through the heart-oh
The bird fluttered long and the sky it did spin
And the cold earth did wonder and start-oh

"Oh, where is the raven that I struck down dead
That here'd lie on the ground-oh?
I see but my true love with a wound so red"
Her lover's heart it did pound-oh

Crazy Man Michael, he wanders and walks
And talks to the night and the day-oh
But his eyes they are sane and his speech it is clear
And he longs to be far away-oh

Michael he whistles the simplest of tunes
And asks the wild woods their pardon
For his true love is flown into every flower grown
And he must be keeper of the garden

I always assumed that was simply Mick's child.

but i'm really digging the creepy crime theme.

Seems to me to be much more than just about the "Blues"...

"One day en eagle kidnapped him. When he was only two years old. Eagle raised him to infinite expanses And brought him to his nest. Eagle's claws were very sharp. They wounded his body hard. The blood was running plentifully. Nobody could hear his screams and call! An eagle had no children. So he was bringing meat and feeding the nipper. Why did Gods choose such a fate for him? Why didn't eagle kill this child? Winters and years passed away. An eagle taught his son to kill inexpectedly. A wolf taught his daughter to hunt and beset the victim. Nowadays their home villages are covered by ashes and trees brought to the ground. All of their families passed away. Because nobody wanted to except new belief. They fought and died in fight till the last breath. One day she retired from home. The herd of wolves appeared on the forest's border. It happened in winter and when herd felt a hunger. A wolf caught her and went into the woods. Screams and cry didn't change anything. Wolfish fangs wounded her painfully. She couldn't do anything, she was too little. She was only few years old.
A wolf had no children. So he was bringing meat and feed her. Why did Gods choose such a fate for her? Why didn't wolf kill her feeling hunger? Today no christian can enter the woods... Armoured knights going for hunting never come back. Blood permeates through the earth fast. This winter wolves aren't hungry. When my spirit was walking through the forest. I met her and him. It was very cold evening and the sun was setting. They stood on the forest border. The wind was blowing through their hair... And night was falling down."

(Graveland - Fed By The Beasts)

"in the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines . . . "

(from their "Tragic Songs of Life" LP)

-- Morley Timmons (summerbabe82...), October 22nd, 2005.

otm!

Make up your mind
Decide to walk with me
Around the lake tonight
Around the lake tonight
By my side
By my side
I'm not gonna lie
I'll not be a gentleman
Behind the boathouse
I'll show you my dark secret

I'm not gonna lie
I want you for mine
My blushing bride
My lover, be my lover, yeah...

Don't be afraid
I didn't mean to scare you
So help me, Jesus

I can promise you
You'll stay as beautiful
With dark hair
And soft skin...forever
Forever

Make up your mind
Make up your mind
And I'll promise you
I will treat you well
My sweet angel
So help me, Jesus

(hey, hey, hey)

Give it up to me
Give it up to me
Do you wanna be
My angel?
So help me!

Be my angel
Be my angel
Do you wanna die?
I promise you
I will treat you well
My sweet angel
So help me, Jesus

Jesus
Jesus
Jesus...

PRETTY POLLY (Traditional)

Oh Polly, Pretty Polly, come go along with me.
Polly, Pretty Polly, come go along with me.
Before we get married some pleasures to see.

She got behind him and away they did go,
She got behind him and away they did go,
Over the hills and mountains to the valley below.

He rode her over hills and valleys so deep.
He rode her over hills and valleys so deep.
Pretty Polly mistrusted and then began to weep.

Oh Willie, Oh Willie, I’m afraid to of your ways.
Willie, Oh Willie, I’m afraid of your ways.
The way you’ve been acting, you’ll lead me astray.

They went up a little farther, and what did they spy,
They went up a little farther and what did they spy,
A newly-dug grave, and a spade lying by.

Oh Polly, Pretty Polly, your guess is about right.
Polly, Pretty Polly, your guess is about right.
I dug on your grave the best part of last night.

She knelt down before him pleading for her life.
She knelt down before him pleading for her life.
Please let me be a single girl if I can’t be your wife.

He stabbed her in the heart and her heart’s blood did flow.
He stabbed her in the heart and her heart’s blood did flow.
And into the grave Pretty Polly did go.

He threw something over her and turned to go home,
He threw something over her and turned to go home,
Leaving nothing behind him, but the girl left to mourn.

He went down to the jailhouse and what did he say.
He went down to the jailhouse and what did he say.
I killed Pretty Polly and tried to get away.

Oh gentlemen and ladies, I bid you farewell.
Oh gentlemen and ladies, I bid you farewell.
For killing Pretty Polly my soul will go to hell.

BTW it's not by The Louvin Brothers, it's a traditional folk song. Theres lots of information around about the song if one should go looking...

Just for the record let's get the story straight
Me and Uncle Tom were fishin' it was gettin'
Pretty late
Out on a cypress limb above the wishin' well
Where they say is got no bottom say it take
You down to Hell.
Over in the bushes and off to the right
Come two men talking; in the pale moonlight
Sheriff John Brady and Deputiy Hedge
Haulin' two limp bodies down to the water's edge
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's cabin oh yea
I know a secret that I just can't tell
They didn't see me and Tom in the tree
Neither one believin' what the other could see
Tossed in the bodies let 'em sink on down
To the bottom of the well
Where'd they never be bound
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's cabin oh yea
I know a secret that I just can't tell
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's cabin
Know a secret that I just can't tell
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's cabin
Know who put the bodies in the wishin' well
Soon as they were gone me and Tom got down
Prayin' real hard that we wouldn't make a sound
Runnin; through the woods back to Uncle Tom' shack
Where the full moon shines throught the roof tile cracks
Oh my God Tom who re we gonna tell
The sheriff belongs in a prison cell
Keep your mouth shut that's what we're gonna do
Unless you wanna wind up in the wishin' well too.
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's cabin
I know a secret that I just can't tell
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's cabin
Know a secret that I just can't tell
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's cabin
Know who put the bodies, know who put the bodies in the wishin' well

We used to walk down by the river
She loved to watch the sun go down
We used to walk along the river
And dream our way out of this town

No one understood what I felt for mary
No one cared until the night she went out walking alone
And never came home
Man with a badge came knocking next morning
Here was I surrounded by a thousand fingers suddenly
Pointed right at me

I swear I left her by the river
I swear I left her safe and sound
I need to make it to the river
And leave this old nebraska town

I think about my life gone by
And how it’s done me wrong
There’s no escape for me this time
All of my rescues are gone, long gone

I swear I left her by the river
I swear I left her safe and sound
I need to make it to the river
And leave this old nebraska town

Local Byelaw No. 132 states that the alfresco consumption of victuals by cuddly toys is strictly forbidden in wooded areas.

gb grayson - ommie wise
bobbie gentry - ode to billie joe
everly brothers - down in the willow garden
fsk - lonely river rhine
your mom too - roger williams in america

(ok, some of those are at the river not in the woods, big whoop)

and about half the songs on red swan's album from last year, i think

John Prine "Pretty Good"

Although it's more of a funny song than a terrifying one. But the woods in Arkansas can be pretty scary.

Magazine - Permafrost? Not in the woods, mind.