Songs that are actually pretty creepy

I remember thinking his approach was peculiar, but I agree with you, it is creepy.

The fact that people play this at weddings as if it is a super sweet song makes it even creepier.

I waited in the hallway
She went to get it and I tried to make sense
Out of the picture of you in a wheelchair and leaned up against
Her Jamaican rum and when she did come I asked her for some
She said no dear I said your words aren't clear better spit out your gum
She screamed then her face got so red and she fell on the floor
So I covered her up and then thought I'll go look through her drawer
- 4TH Time Around, Dylan

And this from Doris Day

I walked down the street like a good girl should
He followed me down the street like I knew he would
Because a guy is a guy wherever he may be
So listen and I'll tell you what this fella did to me

I walked to my house like a good girl should
He followed me to my house like I knew he would
Because a guy is a guy wherever he may be
So listen while I tell you what this fella did to me

I never saw the boy before
So nothin' could be sillier
At closer range his face was strange
But his manner was familiar

So I walked up the stairs like a good girl should
He followed me up the stairs like I knew he would
Because a guy is a guy wherever he may be
So listen and I'll tell you what this fella did to me

I stepped to my door like a good girl should
He stopped at my door like I knew he would
Because a guy is a guy wherever he may be
So listen while I tell you what this fella did to me

He asked me for a good-night kiss
I said, "It's still good day"
I would have told him more except
His lips got in the way

So I talked to my ma like a good girl should
And Ma talked to Pa like I knew she would
And they all agreed on a married life for me
The guy is my guy wherever he may be

So I walked down the isle like a good girl should
He followed me down the aisle like I knew he would
Because a guy is a guy wherever he may be
And now you've heard the story of what someone did to me
And that's what he did to me

The Coasters
Young Blood

I saw her standing on the corner
A yellow ribbon in her hair
I couldn't keep myself from shouting
Look a there (Look a there Look a there Look a there)

I took one look and I was fractured
I tried to walk but I was lame
I tried to talk but I just stuttered
What's your name?

What crazy stuff
She looked so tuff
I had I had to follow her all the way home
Then things went bad
I met her dad
He said you better leave my daughter alone

Awhile back there was an NPR All Things Considered segment on songs that are Very Bad Ideas for weddings. That song by Sting was one of the bad ideas, for the very reason that you describe.

http://www.npr.org/2009/06/11/105250727/the-least-appropriate-wedding-songs-ever
http://www.npr.org/templates/transcript/transcript.php?storyId=105250727

oralloy, that's a really good one. I love Sting but every time I hear that "Every step you make, every breath you take I'll be watching you" I think how stalky that sounds.


Here's another one. Ringo Starrs "you're 16, you're beautiful and you're mine"

You’re all ribbons and curls, ooh, what a girl,
 Eyes that sparkle and shine.
You’re sixteen, you’re beautiful and you’re mine.

Pretty sick, huh.

That's interesting Oralloy. She apparently has me on ignore, but not you.

Please tell Chai I say "thanks".

You're Sixteen was written for the teenage audience. Made a hit by Johnny Burnette. Ringo's record I saw as more or less a tribute to the memory of the song, rather than an old guy pining for a kid.

A bit of a digression, but that Tony Orlando really was a ******* psycho, wasn't he?

Guy goes to prison, God knows what for, it's too horrible to say, and he's pressuring some poor girl to commit to him that she still "belongs to me" by engaging in some public display of acceptance of his behavior. It's probably out of fear of what he'll do to her if she doesn't comply.

He'll stay on the bus, oh sure.

If I were her, I'd of used the opportunity to move, get a new job (one where she can actually keep her paycheck) and get an unlisted number.

Get on board here edgar!

Carly Simon writes the ultimate message to women to keep taking back that son of a bitch because....."but I LOVE him!"

No honey DON'T! He's just going to play you again and make you doubt your worth! You're so much better than that! He's a nothing....and you certainly don't need to be changing any of his nasty ass sheets.



Oh mother, say a prayer for me
Jesse's back in town, it won't be easy
Don't let him near me
Don't let him touch me
Don't let him please me

(chorus)
Jesse, I won't cut fresh flowers for you
Jesse, I won't make the wine cold for you
Jesse, I won't change the sheets for you
I won't put on cologne
I won't sit by the phone for you

Annie, keep reminding me
That he cut out my heart like a paper doll
Sally, tell me once again
How he set me up just to see me fall

Chorus

Jesse, quick come here
I won't tell a soul
Not even myself
Jesse, that you've come back to me
My friends will all say "She's gone again'
But how can anyone know what you are to me
That I'm in heave again because you've come back to me - Oh Jessie!

Jesse, I'll always cut fresh flowers for you
Jesse, I'll always make the wine cold for you
Jesse, I can easily change my mind about you
And put on cologne
And sit by the phone for you

Jesse, let's open the wine
And drink to the heart
Which has a will of it's own
My friends, let's comfort them
They're feeling bad
They think I've sunk so low

Jesse, I'll always cut fresh flowers for you
Jesse, I'll always make the wine cold for you
Jesse, I will change the sheets for you
Put on cologne
And I will wait by the phone for you - Oh Jesse!

I don't know about that Edgar, that's one of my favorite Coasters tunes. It was also recorded during a time when young folks didn't have access to cars. One of these days, remind me to tell you what my Dad did to young men when I was a teen.

On the album, Beggars Banquet, the Rolling Stones sang,


Stray Cat Blues

I hear the click-clack of your feet on the stairs
I know you're no scare-eyed honey.
There'll be a feast if you just come upstairs
But it's no hanging matter
It's no capital crime

I can see that you're fifteen years old
No I don't want your I.D.
And I can see that you're so far from home
But it's no hanging matter
It's no capital crime

Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat
Oh yeah, don'tcha scratch like that
Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat
bet your mama don't know you scream like that
I bet your mother don't know that you spit like that.

You look so weird and you're so far from home
but you really miss your mother
Don't look so scared I'm no mad-brained bear
But it's no hanging matter
It's no capital crime

Bet your mama don't know you scream like that
I bet your mother don't know that you bite like that.

You say you got a friend, she's wilder than you
Well, why don't you bring her upstairs
If she's so wild she can join in too
But it's no hanging matter
It's no capital crime

Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat
Oh yeah, don'tcha scratch like that
Oh yeah, you're a strange stray cat
bet you mama don't know you scream like that
I bet your mother don't know that you bite like that
I'll bet she never saw you scratch my back

Yikes, Edgar. I don't remember the lyrics, but Im sure they are accurate AND creepy.

I was going to mention Mrs. Jones, which seems seedy but not as disturbing as Stray Cat Blues.

This is irrelevant in that the song lyrics aren't actually creepy, but I took them as such - Sinatra's Strangers in the Night. Maybe I heard it too many hundred times on the radio, fairly quickly, after x times, channel changed.

I'm one of the few if any I know that can't stand Sinatra, and that song did it. I probably wasn't convinced on his wonderful voice and phrasing in the first place.
It doesn't mean I don't understand being strangers in that situation, I'm not against it, at least generally, but it was his voice combined with it, over and over, that creeped me.

In later years, a friend's husband was a music person on public radio, and I often was at dinners at their house, and yes, Sinatra was played, among other music discs - he was very knowledgeable about jazz and classical. It was all I could do to shut up.
I'm sure I did explain to him, at some quieter dinner, that I didn't want to hear him, but he was knowledgeable and proud of his collection.
Soon enough, some other music showed up.

Hmmmm... looking for creepy songs I realize that there are lots of songs about male creeps. There are very few songs about female creeps.

In real life, a significant proportion, if not half, of the creeps are women (as you would expect since men and women are equal). There are real stories about women sleeping with children, and committing crimes of passion. I would expect to see at least a few songs dealing with this subject, but somehow female creepiness isn't a big deal in song.

There are a couple of songs I found about female violence against men. But the perpetrator in these songs seem to be celebrated (rather than vilified).

Are there any songs about creepy women? There is "Witchy woman", and "Black Magic woman" but those aren't in the same vein.

Probably.
Consider opera..

On one of Zappa's Mothers of Invention albums, the lyrics are something like this:

We see in the city called mind
The dream of a girl about thirteen

Off with her clothes and into a bed
Where she tickles his fancy all night long

There is much more, some of it worse than this.