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Entry #156

Don't judge a song by it's cover: it's that season.

2013-10-15 08:11:42 by NeverHundred
Updated

It's time for a spooky little tune called... Spooky. It was originally performed by Classics IV, named such because they're the fourth classic rock band to ever exist. But it was originally written as an instrumental by saxophonist Mike Shapiro. Well, shouldn't that be the original. Well, they used Shapiro's original mix, Classics IV simply wrote and added the lyrics. The song was very popular, and I certainly understand why. Classics IV were from Jacksonville Florida, which might be the least terrifying city in the state of Florida.

It starts with it's guitar rift, it's simple minor key. But with a catchy rhythm. The rhythm makes this song, the light tapping I'm not sure if it's a rimclick or a clave, but it starts of really smooth. And that's the atmosphere of the song. I particularly like when the lyrics come in, and there's this backing vocals that's just, “ooooooo~ooooooo”. The lyrics are great, just this song about this girlfriend that's kind of difficult to read. The saxophone solo is amazing, it's got a real punch I guess that's not a surprising given that it's written by a saxophonist. I love how at the end of each verse there's this break and a puase, in the first verse it emphasizes the pause when he asks her if she wants to meet up for a date and she says, “I have plans for the night...” but then the music has a short rest and when it picks up she's changed her mind, “Alight.” In the last verse it's used for comedic delivery, “you've been haunting my dreams, so I proposed... on Halloween.” The lyrics are clever and the song is catchy, naturally it would have a lot of covers and it did. But which one am I going to compare it to.

Lydia Lunch is a great artist. She creates weird music, jazz and punk influenced. She's done spoken which I appreciate and she never got much credit. She's considered kind of a Siouxsie Sioux clone, but they both came on the scene in the late seventies. Siousxie was in London and Lydia was in New York.
Lydia being the cutting edge arthaus musician that she is must have done some pretty outlandish stuff for this cover. Not really. The music is still has the same smooth sounding groove. They changed the pronouns, and now it's a “spooky little boy like you.” instead of “spooky little girl like you.” At first it seems like the “ooooo” vocals are replaced with a organ, which gives the same spooky vibe. But they just come in a little bit later. I think the biggest change is that instead of one saxophone, there's two in the solo. Which I guess means it's not really a solo... but it's a dueling sax battle or something.

How do they match up? Well, this cover is pretty faithful to the original. Given Lydia Lunch's reputation as an artist kind of makes that disappointing. Also two saxophones aren't necessary better than one. And yet, I'm charmed with the cover. I often feel like I'm that spooky little boy, who sends mixed signals and is awkward but adorable. Awkwardorable. I'm tempted to give tons of bonus points to the cover for that reason alone. Except the original is just really good. So just by a sliver the original wins this round.

Bonus cover:


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DoomroarDoomroar

2013-12-14 18:22:20

So people that can't see ghost... must be pretty much able to see your baldness XD.


nietzlawenietzlawe

2013-12-08 20:54:13

A possessed wig?!

But I thought you possessed that wig, not the other way round!

Oh my Dog, we're already dead.

It's over...... And when I say over, I mean over the head. That is the purpose of a wig after all. But a possessed wig is different, it has tentacles that glue down around the top of the head and look like a subtle bangs haircut.

So now you know. People with bangs are possessed. It's already too late to save them.

But did we ever really want to?


DoomroarDoomroar

2013-12-08 16:02:21

Oh is one of those alien wigs, or mutant wigs? we may be doomed depending on the answer...

NeverHundred responds:

It's actually a ghost wig. Supernatural and all that.


DoomroarDoomroar

2013-11-30 18:21:36

You still alive? there was this crazy thing people running with guns, getting themselves in jail... i had to get a tank and fix things.

What about hair transplants? you know to stop using the wig...

NeverHundred responds:

...But the wig does all the thinking now.


nietzlawenietzlawe

2013-11-26 21:38:01

You have not posted in ages. Eons, in fact while you were away, I sat in your house and paid your E-On electricity bills. Then I went a little stir crazy in that damn house, all by myself, it was like the Amityville Horror or something. I started axing down walls in the basement, convinced there was a presence down there.

Turns out it was you, and that you had been hiding in your own basement this whole time, surviving on nothing but scraps. You had a beard grown to the floor, and you weren't interested in seeing visitors until I axed the wall down and shouted "Here's Nietzy." And then you laughed, laughed for the first time in six years. Suddenly everything changed, Nine Inch Lives went back on a reunion tour, and played to a sellout crowd of 52. But look on the positive side, I'd rather play in front of 52 people that want to be there, rather than 150,000 people booing us and shouting "get these fuckers off the stage." Throwing soiled underwear at us and used condoms.

I tell ya.. I haven't been this disturbed since I read the whole anthology of The Book That Went Thud.

NeverHundred responds:

I'm working on a DJaSbiC. I have on in my head. Heartbeats.


nietzlawenietzlawe

2013-11-26 18:22:54

Drum-related punnary pun-related drummary. Here is my summary of Mary's sums that vary in terms of correctness. Such as the sightings of the Correct Ness Monster, which were spotted by blind people, so they weren't really spottings after all, hell, they couldn't even log into their Spotify accounts. They couldn't even modify sight in order to get a modicum of light. They couldn't even read Wuthering Heights without braille at night. Mare. The Sadistrict Nurse had put me under a nurse, but not before putting my head under her skirt because I was thirsty. She was 30. I was 30. The whole damn fucking system was 30 years young my friend, and we were on the run from the Logan's Run swat team, hunting us down with tazers, giving us a taster of death, when we would eventually come face-to-face with these crazy hippies that eat pies and have hip replacements then get whipped by gypsies and brutal Stepfathers...

Long pause.

Why is there always a long pause after a long Nietzlawe post? Who knows? Nobody does except everybody who doesn't. It may seem kind of odd, strange, like drinking medicine just because you like the taste. You like tasting tazer shocks on your tongue, like people who are addicted to tattoo pain, others like the thrill of the taze. It sure beats the thrill of the chase and all the expensive vases you broke trying to escape from that Heartbreak Hotel where all the psychotic chain smokers hang out. No wait, that is where the chained up smokers hang out, literally apparently. Those people must have been placed under a small curse (again literally) and now must suffer 750 years bad luck and terrible meaningless relationshits. The Drifter that floats from town to town, city to city looking for the Meaning of Life, but the meaning of life is exactly what you are doing whilst trying to find the Meaning of Life. People spend their whole lives searching for the answer, but answer doesn't want to be found, answer lives under a rock in a faraway land, eating bland food, i.e. bran flakes and fufu with Desmond Tutu. But you know what, those two got fucking things done, they marched all the way to the top of the hill, then fought the apartheid. Although whether it was actually true that he escaped from Cape Town wearing an actual flying cape, one will never know. Not even Juan will ever gnaw at bone.

But there is one thing is absolutely certain and that is tha


nietzlawenietzlawe

2013-11-25 15:16:28

IF U WERE KILLED TOMORROW, I WOULDNT GO 2 UR FUNERAL CUZ ID B N JAIL 4 KILLIN DA PERSON THAT KILLED U!
......__________________
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WE TRUE HOMIES
WE RIDE TOGETHER
WE DIE TOGETHER

send this GUN to everyone you care about including me if you care. C how many times you get this, if you get a 13 your A TRUE HOMIE

NeverHundred responds:

I'm sorry, I've been in another realm of the mind and the soul and it certainly has taken it's toll.


DoomroarDoomroar

2013-11-24 15:11:13

The drums they just keep failing and rolling!


nietzlawenietzlawe

2013-11-23 21:32:23

Hair dye, made his hair die.

Yesss, punches the air. DRUM ROLL.

NeverHundred responds:

True! :D


DoomroarDoomroar

2013-11-23 21:21:51

The answer is none, after years of abusing hair dye, he now lives with a wig covering his baldness!

NeverHundred responds:

It's true. :'(


nietzlawenietzlawe

2013-11-17 19:45:59

Did he dye his hair red, did he dare to dye his hair red incase the chemicals from the peroxide hurt his head?

Did he wake up in her bed the next morning wondering what he had drank the night before when that bird was giving him head?

The air was filled with dread. The girl that lay at the side of him was now dead.

A bottle of ale lay on the foot of the bed. The plot thickened...


nietzlawenietzlawe

2013-11-15 16:03:58

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NeverHundred responds:

Did he died?


nietzlawenietzlawe

2013-11-13 17:08:02

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nietzlawenietzlawe

2013-11-07 18:21:57

Your misery and misfortune, combined with my depression and mania is the only thing keeping me happy and sane at night.


nietzlawenietzlawe

2013-11-06 16:51:37

It's the Time of the Season to eat thyme with Zombies.


DoomroarDoomroar

2013-11-03 19:22:13

Lucky bastards!


nietzlawenietzlawe

2013-11-03 15:39:24

Kate Uptons tits are not only overrated, but they are also over Ray and Ted's faces.


DoomroarDoomroar

2013-11-03 01:14:49

I sometimes feel like the only man who thinks that Kate Upton's tits are overrated, i mean, her tits are a little bit bigger than average, yes they are damn fine, but really... is not the first time that we have seen such kind of bosom appear and blossom in media...

But before we twist ourselves, can we twist her nipples?
Anyone there?
What? Halloween already passed?
damn...


nietzlawenietzlawe

2013-10-28 20:27:09

The horrors of whores that roar loudly, yet sleep soundly at night. While the likes of you and I bite the pillow in fright. Or was it the pill that we split equally and bit with more anticipation than one of Kate Upton's tits?

Her tits were the pillow. That's the TWIST!! Let's do the twist, or become twisted like a damaged bone of a masturbating wrist that dislocated in the midst of this sex movie.

Ah, fuck this.. let's go Halloweening, or Halloweeing all over porches. Ghoul'den showers...

Badda Bing.. Drum roll!!


DoomroarDoomroar

2013-10-28 17:46:20

I keep coming back just to read the comments, Holloweeners eh?
Mmmh, i didn't commented on the songs the first time, wonder why?
Agh now i remember, Dave why? WHYYYY!!?

Yeah the classic version is the best, the worst is the one from Lydia Lunch, and then the last one, meh.
Haha even if Halloween is the season, of horrors and monsters, the songs are about romance with spooky girls/boys.... spooky boys... oh now i get it! that explains the image by DaveB0rt, goddammit, the horrors, THE HORRORS!!


nietzlawenietzlawe

2013-10-26 22:26:05

I eat headaches for breakfast with bread and cake.


nietzlawenietzlawe

2013-10-25 09:13:18

I think it's agreed. Echos are creepy.

NeverHundred responds:

I have a headache... it turned into a headbreak.


nietzlawenietzlawe

2013-10-24 12:20:55

I have no secret stories. No skeletons in the closet.. except for those three costumes that we plan to use for Halloween with a hole in the crotch to scare people with our Halloweiners. Well we are Halloweeners after all, it's what we do!

Well we are Halloweeners after all, it's what we do!
Well we are Halloweeners after all, it's what we do!
Well we are Halloweeners after all, it's what we do!

I'm sorry, that wasn't a pre-recorded message, that was just an echo in the room. Echo in the room... Echo in the room... Echo in the room. *Sounds of tape chewing up in the machine and the voice getting deeper and more sinister* Echo in the room.. Ecckko iinnthe roommm...

Now I think about it, there are so many secret stories stored in this highly secretive mind that it would take ten thousand years to share them all without you first crossing my palm with 200 Doubloons. 200 Doubloons made out of chocolate that is.

NeverHundred responds:

An echo...
Well we(Well we(Well we)) are Hall-(are Hall-(are Hall-))weeners(weeners(weeners))after all, (after all,(after all,))it's what (it's what(it's what)) we do!(we do!(we do!))


nietzlawenietzlawe

2013-10-23 14:52:46

Those people didn't consent to being killed with high levels of scented gas in those camps.

A more controversial play on words.

But historically accurate. Don't shoot the messenger...

Just replace it with Skype.

Oh, and Classics IV Spooky was my favourite version. Maybe I will write a short story to that song soon. Sooner than you think!

.. But inevitably delayed until 2040.

NeverHundred responds:

How many secret stories are you hiding from us Nietz?
"That's a very good question, very good... verrrrrrrry.... spicy. A very spicy question indeed."
Are you just stalling for time?
"That's a very good question, very good... verrrrrrrry.... spicy. A very spicy question indeed."
Are you actually not who I thought I was talking to and actually a prerecorded message imbodied in human form?
"That's a very good question, very good... verrrrrrrry.... spicy. A very spicy question indeed."
I'm going to go now.
"That's a very good question, very good... verrrrrrrry.... spicy. A very spicy question indeed."


nietzlawenietzlawe

2013-10-20 16:01:19

Everybody knows that camp people can't concentrate. Not while their minds are clouded by the thought of all those gay relationships.

Booshhh.. drum roll!

NeverHundred responds:

Subtle play on words. Very good.


nietzlawenietzlawe

2013-10-18 15:44:11

Are we looking at you? Or 'through' you?

Think about it.

(There is no punchline or right and wrong answer. I just wanted to make you think about it)

I want you to think about the Thin King.

NeverHundred responds:

Isn't the Thin King the one who rounded up all the fat people and put them in concentration fat camps.


nietzlawenietzlawe

2013-10-16 14:06:37

The Internal Net, a place where folk can internalise their insanity then spray it on the world like a deodorant made out of blended whale faeces.

NeverHundred responds:

Why is everyone looking at me now?


DoomroarDoomroar

2013-10-16 00:07:14

Goddammit Dave, why? WHY?!!!!!!

NeverHundred responds:

Because the internet is a sad and sick world.


DaveB0rtDaveB0rt

2013-10-15 21:30:25

I nod but then i http://th04.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/f/2013/271/c/1/bent_over_by_motordebt83-d6o8vit.jpg

NeverHundred responds:

Wuzzles? Is that you? I've missed you wuzzles. More than you could ever know.

I know you want the propane