Scary Song

As previously announced, last night at the witching hour I held a homecoming celebration for all curcubits in the backwoods. Unrestrictedly speaking, the exquisitely scary song below played at the end of my “grave party” is not really what you'd call a song, but rather some wild Radioheadesque impromptu frenzy (it does happen to decent people too sometimes) from an old webcast during which Ed O'(Great)Brien had a blast in grand psychedelic-Fab-Four-meets-Jacques-Higelin style and with many subtle and mischievous hints at a number of songs, most being still unreleased material at the time. I apologise for all the pumpkin mash and unconvenient gap in the middle, but you see, at such an unearthly hour I could no longer manage to see or hear straight. Burn the sandwich — not the witch!

Note: To listen to Radio Ed, you need to click on the arrow on the player not on the picture.

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Ed's Scary Song

We're the orchestra to your board,
And we beg for the scraps from your table.
All we want is to be like you,
Music to play to your souls,
Pumping pumping sounds
Through the speakers below.

Hello,
I've tried so hard to keep still.

They will chew you up,
They will spit out your bones
Standing in the shadows at the end of the bed.

I never said anything,
I live a wallpaper life
Of playing guitar in a band,
It seems so volatile.

Oh my, oh my,
He was a good man
And he said he was the best.

They said that even life spat in his face,
He put everything back in its right place.
A conflict of interest, you might say.

Are you trying to bribe me?
Is it part for my sins?

We are plants — happy plants. 
Superhuman builders today.
See, you should ??? together.

I leave you for the bitch of sodom and go free,
Loved to death like egg mayonnaise
With a face like a roadkill.

Fine, let's stay.
Everything is alive,
There is nothing but blue skies from now on,
No ghosts, no skeletons.
A man hovers in the dust dust dust dust...

Thank you very much, thank you!
Everybody drives home safe
And carefully tonight.
And we'll see you in our lounge in a few weeks time.

Goodnight,
God bless.
Let's go home, Jonny!

Original text by ED O'BRIEN
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