Little old lady got mutilated late last night...

[apple_pathways]

That may not be an appropriate subject title for a post, but it is my favorite lyric from Werewolves of London by Warren Zevon. (It may be one of my favorite lyrics ever, I'm not gonna lie! The metrics, the alliteration...the macabre LOLs it inspires! ♥)

So the time is drawing nigh for Halloween--my most favoritest holiday of the year! I've already started working on my costume, bought goodies to hand out to my students, and now I would like to burn a fresh Halloween CD to take with me to parties and play for the Trick or Treaters.

So tell me, darlings: What are your favorite Halloween songs? What would you most like to see on a Halloween mix?

Please do include the obvious ones we've all heard and boogied to before, and the not-so-obvious ones I may not have heard of, or may not have associated with Halloween before but just fit like a glove!

Comments

[middlegirl.livejournal.com]

Speaking of folk songs, I just remembered my favorite. Spooky and light-hearted all at the same time.

I wish I could find a video with my favorite version of the lyrics, but here's the most classic recording.

[apple-pathways.livejournal.com]

Yep, definitely going on the list.

What's different about your favorite version?

[middlegirl.livejournal.com]

Depending on who sings it, there are other verses that can be added in. And when I sing it, I usually leave out the football/soccer verse (I've also heard it with the line "Is Arsenal going to win?")

Of course, it's a folk song, so there's no one right way, but here's my favorite version:

Now in the Tower of London, large as life
The ghost of Anne Boleyn walks, they declare.
Poor Anne Boleyn was once King Henry's wife -
Until he had the headsman bob her hair!
Ah yes! he did her wrong long years ago
And 'round she walks each night to tell him so.

With her head tucked underneath her arm
She walks the Bloody Tower!
With her head tucked underneath her arm
At the midnight hour

She comes to haunt King Henry, she means giving him 'what for',
Ah yes, she's going to tell him off for having spilt her gore.
And just in case the headsman wants to give her an encore
She has her head tucked underneath her arm!

With her head tucked underneath her arm
She walks the Bloody Tower!
With her head tucked underneath her arm
At the midnight hour.

Along the drafty corridors for miles and miles she goes,
She often catches cold, poor thing, it's cold there when it blows,
And it's awfully awkward for the Queen to have to blow her nose
With her head tucked underneath her arm!

With her head tucked underneath her arm
She walks the Bloody Tower!
With her head tucked underneath her arm
At the midnight hour.

Now sometimes old King Henry gives a spread
For the lords and ladies in his ghostly crew.
The headsman carves the joint and cuts the bread,
When in comes Anne Boleyn to queer the do;
She holds her head up with a wild war whoop,
And Henry cries, 'Don't drop it in the soup!'

With her head tucked underneath her arm
She walks the Bloody Tower!
With her head tucked underneath her arm
At the midnight hour.

One night she caught King Henry, he was in the castle bar,
Said he, 'Are you Jane Seymour, Anne Boleyn, or Cath'rine Parr?
For how the sweet san fairy ann should I know who you are
With your head tucked underneath your arm!'