Music thats gives you the creeps

"Song To The Siren" ~ Robert Plant
"This House Is Haunted" ~ Alice Cooper
"Tubular Bells" ~ Mike Oldfield"
"Where The Wild Roses Grow" ~ Nick Cave

"Possum Kingdom" by the Toadies

how about a 'type' of music?

Have you heard that slooooooow loooow rap music?
It sounds like it is on a turn table and the RPMS are behind a few beats..

Everytime I hear it, my shackles stand on end..

You mean your hackles, shewolf. Your shackles are those chains over your bed that you use on partners who are uncooperative...

i did mean hackles...



how did that S get there...

for me its got to be that 'Jaws' theme.....

celine dion

Has Celine Dion been mentioned yet?

If not, she has now.

Celine Dion.


Oh, and anything by Celine Dion.

my dear lord e you are remiss, you should have mentioned celine dion

who is that canadian woman who always looks hungry?

you know.......

i think she sang that damn titanic song..

on a more srious note, this song by the band space is suitably creepy

Neighbourhood

Who lives in a house like this
Who lives in a house like this
In Number 69 there lives a transvestite
he's a man by day but he's a woman at night
there's a man in number 4 who swears he's Saddam Hussein
Says he's on a chore to start the third world war

oh if you find the time
please come and stay a while
in my beautiful neighbourhood

in 110 they haven't paid the rent
so there goes the tv with the repo men
in 999 they make a living from crime
the house is always empty 'cos they're
all doin' time

oh if you find the time
please come and stay a while
in my beautiful neighbourhood
my neighbourhood
my my my beautiful neighbourhood
my neighbourhood
my my my beautiful neighbourhood

who lives in a house like this
who lives in a house like this
in number 18 there lives a big butch queen
he's bigger than Tyson and he's twice as mean
in 666 there lives a Mr. Miller
he's our local vicar and a serial killer

who lives in a house like this (who lives here, man?)
who lives in a house like this
oh they want to knock us down
'cos they think we're scum
but we will all be waiting when the
bulldozers come
in a neighbourhood like this you know
it's hard to survive
so you'd better come prepared
'cos they won't take us alive

rita macneil?, oh wait she didn't sing the titanic song

That kind of reminds me of this one.

Tom Waits
What's He Building?

What's he building in there?
What the hell is he building
In there?
He has subscriptions to those
Magazines... He never
Waves when he goes by
He's hiding something from
The rest of us... He's all
To himself... I think I know
Why... He took down the
Tire swing from the Peppertree
He has no children of his
Own you see... He has no dog
And he has no friends and
His lawn is dying... and
What about all those packages
He sends. What's he building in there?
With that hook light
On the stairs. What's he building
In there... I'll tell you one thing
He's not building a playhouse for
The children what's he building
In there?

Now what's that sound from under the door?
He's pounding nails into a
Hardwood floor... and I
Swear to god I heard someone
Moaning low... and I keep
Seeing the blue light of a
T.V. show...
He has a router
And a table saw... and you
Won't believe what Mr. Sticha saw
There's poison underneath the sink
Of course... But there's also
Enough formaldehyde to choke
A horse... What's he building
In there. What the hell is he
Building in there? I heard he
Has an ex-wife in some place
Called Mayors Income, Tennessee
And he used to have a
consulting business in Indonesia...
but what is he building in there?
What the hell is building in there?

He has no friends
But he gets a lot of mail
I'll bet he spent a little
Time in jail...
I heard he was up on the
Roof last night
Signaling with a flashlight
And what's that tune he's
Always whistling...
What's he building in there?
What's he building in there?

We have a right to know

good selection, as far as i've been able to tell there's no such place as mayor's income, but by god there should be

Sunday is gloomy my hours are numberless,
Dear since you left me my nights are all slumberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you,
Not where the black robe of darkness has taken you.
Angels have no thoughts of ever returning you,
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you.

Gloomy Sunday.

Chopin's Revolutionary etude is also eerie. I'm certain there are others, but those two come to mind.