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Hallowmonium - 6 Original Halloween Songs On Harmonium

by David Hatfield

THE' ED WOOD OF HALLOWEEN MUSIC'. Hoping to someday be in Wikipedia as the Worst Halloween Music Ever. Oh well, everyone has their dreams!
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1. THE MORTAL AND THE DEAD (Phantom/Operah meets Pet Cemetary)
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2. COME INTO MY MIND (Pack lite)
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3. FRANKENSTEIN (Cerealistic,Dark yet upbeat)
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4. BEVERLY MANOR (Say hi to Bob for me)
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5. SOMEWHERE IN DEMENTIA (Thoughts&fears or something in between)
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6. FRIENDS IN THE GRAVEYARD(It's good to have friends)
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COME ON IN AND BELONG TO A STYLE OF MUSIC THAT REPRESENTS YOU. IT'S ARTISTIC, IT'S UNIQUE, IT'S EXPRESSIVE IT'S CREATIVE. IT'S NOT ASHAMED TO BE WHAT IT IS AND IT'S TRYING TO BE NOTHING ELSE. JUST LIKE YOU.


NOW LET'S TAKE A TRIP DOWN HARMONIUM LANE AND LEARN ABOUT THE HARMONIUM...BECAUSE THERE'S AN AWFUL LOT OF PEOPLE DUE TO NO FAULT OF THERE OWN, WHO DO NOT KNOW WHAT THIS INSTRUMENT EVEN IS...

WHAT IS A HARMONIUM? I'm glad you asked. The best way that 'I' could describe a harmonium is...a horizontal wooden accordion with testicles.

WHY TESTICLES DAVID? Well new friend, I say 'testicles' because the sound is far deeper than the accordian, and much less 'brassy.' You can really hear the wood too. Many say it's a wonderful sounding instrument. If you hate the accoridan, you'll love the harmonium. Some have compared it to the sound of a church pipe organ. For an instrument that weighs less than 10 pounds, the sound is gigantic.

TELL ME MORE ABOUT THE HARMONIUM DAVID! Dokie Dokie Ollie Ollie. THIS WEIRD AND STRANGELY WONDERFUL instrument was first born right around 1842 and originally had wooden legs. After the English Colonized India, the Indians took off the legs, because during their religious rituals they sat on the ground, thus making it also, more light and portable. Harmoniums are generally composed of banks of brass reeds which tend to vibrate when air flows past them. They are in the accordian family, but have a much deeper tone as they are made mostly from wood like Teak and sometimes spruce.

WE'RE STARTING TO GET BORED DAVID. TELL US WHY THIS ALBUM IS IMPORTANT FOR US TO BUY... (?)


HALLOWMONIUM is the only existing Halloween CD as it currently stands, with original Halloween songs played entirely on HARMONIUM. The words are very artistic, poetic yet dark and even funny at times. Intentionally abrasive in a musical sense, the raw unplugged nature of the music offers its own particular mystique. For trivia: The two biggest influences on this CD are Tim Burton and Syd Barret/Pink Floyd. You'll especially notice Syd's influence. He was a true genious.

WHY DOES THIS MUSIC SOUND LIKE SWEATY COW BALLS DAVID? Well young realist, first of all the music has no back up (however you can find it with back up on Dysfunctional Circus http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/davidh4). The harmonium and 'singing' were recored at the same time instead of being tracked. I did this because I felt at that time that tracking would hurt the raw artistic integrity of the music. I have since changed my opinion on that. I will say that the lyrics are quite good and if you doubt it, just scroll down. I've provided them for your convenience.



You won't find anything else at all like this. Try it. Go ahead. It's totally unique. There are influences like anything else, but no one sounds like this. Give it a try. Thank you for strolling down Harmonium Alley with me and now for some miscellaneous information.



-------L Y R I C S---------


Song One: 'THE MORTAL AND THE DEAD'

WORDS AND MUSIC DAVID HATFIELD COPYRIGHT 2000

Creep'n down the stairs at night. Guided dim by candle light and I turn the knob on squeeky door. Walk outside the rain will poor and I'm friend to everything I see, except my own sobriety. Became relaxed from cans I drank...held a bottle as a septic tank. Swimming through the trash I find, friendly toys to ease my mind. Stumble over ally cat, wearing gloves and old top hat. I tango with a todem pole; banchees tugg'n at my soul.
Walk across a long brick wall...hope to hell that I don't fall and I'm climb'n down a beat up fence. I'd sell my soul for 60 cents. Graveyard just across the way with eager spirits quick to play.
Walking past dark pearly gates with gothic skulls and fear that waits. I read the tombstone of my fate; lying in a wooden crait. Across the street dogs barking loud at gargoils standing high and proud. The mortal and the dead as one; till separated by the sun.
Stricken by a lightning beam, I wake up knowing it's a dream, until I lifted up the sheet, colored by my bloody feet; drenched in blood and shards of glass and headache never soon to pass.
Guilty knowing it's not right I'll still get drunk tomorrow night, but even reckless life insane is better than a life mundaine. Sleep until tomorrow night. Sleep (tight) until tomorrow night.
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Song two: 'COME INTO MY MIND'
WORDS AND MUSIC DAVID HATFIELD COPYRIGHT 1995

In my mind I see the things most people cannot understand. Creative thoughts and fantasies of gypsies dancing in the sand. Cerealistic pictures flashing deep inside my aching head. Purple stallions flying over burning skies of green and cyan.
I don't think I'll get to sleep but I don't want to go to bed. I can't rest with all these happy monkeys jump'n on my head. Chocolate clouds and yellow smoke that rise across a naked pope. Jelly sewers drain the smell of musterd flavored horse flies.

--COME INTO MY MIND. YOU MAY HATE IT BUT IT'S MINE. NO I DON'T THINK YOU'D EVEN WANT TO VISIT ANY WAY--

I hear the voices echoing of rotting stench from yesterday. Absorb the messages of filth yet try to mop my own decay. But then my doggy cheers me up; he gives me such a happy grin as fallen angels torture me by dining underneath my chin.

-Chorus-

I jump onto my magic whale to drift across the sea of piss. With maggets biting at my ankles (why)won't this world just disapear now? Midgets prancing through my yard as trolls will laugh in mockery. Birds with broken wings will fall down to the ground in pain and misery.

-chorus

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Song three: 'FRANKENSTEIN'
WORDS MUSIC DAVID HATFIELD COPYRIGHT 2004.

If Rumple Stiltskin had his way, he'd make me suffer every day. I walk a tight rope across the ridge, then kiss the troll under the bridge...under the bridge.

Dancing babies one by one. Singing laughing having fun, while Nazi's whisper to themselves, drinking tea with angry elves...angry elves.

---SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE FRANKENSTEIN. I NEED SOMETHING TO CLEAR MY MIND. INFECTED FROM ANOTHER LAND. THESE DREAMS ARE GETTING OUT OF HAND.

Strolling down fith avenue, I come up to the city zoo with chicken's hopping ten feet tall. Goblins climing down the wall... down the wall.

Talking lizard in my fist. Drunken little snake around my wrist...billie goat that flies around has nine legs and makes no sound...no sound.

-CHORUS-

I finally disappear from Enchanted Valley, then I reappear in a darkened ally. Window open just above my head. Climb into the ball room painted red... painted red.

House smells like a dead man's tomb. Flowers in the middle of an empty room...hug my pillow filled with snails as I walk through twisted fairy tales... fairy tales.

-CHORUS-

These nightmares just won't go away. I have one almost every day. I think my shrink is getting rich. I guess my life is just a bitch.

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Song Four: 'BEVERLY MANOR'

WORDS AND MUSIC DAVID HATFIELD COPYRIGHT 2004

Bobby's playing with this brand new doll. Simon is sure that he's 12 feet tall. And Jennifer is a man. She's hiding it all 'he' can.

Roger's chasing everybody around. He truly believes he's a big blood hound. He burries things in the ground and makes a loud barking sound.

Welcome to the community. I hope you like the scenery, if you don't go mad you might enjoy the view. Everyone is free to rome, but nobody is really home, so stick around and soon you'll be here too.

Bill will cross the Delaware, in nothing but his underwear and soon he'll fight the Dolphin King.

Allison loves to pretend she's dead, but she gives it away when she wets the bed and Jennifer is a man. She's hiding it all 'he' can.

It's just a mental factory, pardon the broken machinery. Just sit right back and enjoy the latest 'craze.' A theatre for insanity, malfunction of humanity so take your pills and wander through the maze.

Joan just wrote a letter to the President today. She sent it certified to JFK.

Tom just gave birth to his seventh kid. Nobody knows quite how he did. And Jennifer's still a man. Still hiding it all he can.


The orderlies are crazy too; trapped inside this awful zoo. I'm the only sane one in the place. So I'll watch TV with Alliens, 'cause' they abducted my best friends and soon we'll meet the Jefferson's in space.

I'm the leader of the pack and soon I'll fake a heart attack. So lets hold hands and kiss the moon.
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Song Five: SOMEWHERE IN DEMENTIA

WORDS AND MUSIC: DAVID HATFIELD COPYRIGHT 2004

More and more I feel just like I'm trapped in a dungeon, in the prison of my own mind. Every time I wander through the halls of this castle, I lose the chance to find my way back home.

I rummage through the attic of my cancerous memory, trying to find the way. As I stagger toward the window I see my own image in the stained glass broken mirror of myself.

---I stand by the window and long to jump, but the distance is way too far and if I did where would I go?

I listen to the ravens outside waiting impatiently to fill themselves. I see my own reflection in the swamp with mosquitos, hopelessly infecting all they can.

---Borderline of anguish drifting in and out of dispair. I pretend that I don't mind.

Miles turn to minutes and the inches to hours. Nothings right at all. Trailing is my shadow on the wall of dysfunction. Thoughts and fears or something in between.

Bridge: IF I COULD TRY TO WIN OR DIE OR IF I COULD FIND SOME 'PEICE' OF MIND THEN SOON I'LL GET BACK HOME.

I close the door of happiness and walk into sadness, toward the painting of my fate. The oil of my sorrow is a tear on the canvas torn inside the fabric of my soul.

I travel down to the underground to the chamber of emptiness and then I just give up.




Buy the CD (or you can pick and choose by downloading through Apple Itunes one or more songs for your IPOD or what have you)and I'll list the last song. Promise.

Okay, you're downloading these especially on ITUNES and NAPSTER so I'll give you some of the lyrics. Download more and I'll write all the lyrics.



FRIENDS IN THE GRAVEYARD:

WORDS AND MUSIC: DAVID HATFIELD COPYRIGHT 2004


Krumpkin is a pumpkin burning red with yellow eyes. He's a haunted Jack-o-Lantern bound to catch you by suprise, with a sword and shield of thunderbolts. Peco is an angry dancing clown with purple hair. He scares the little children running down his thoroughfair could not hurt them and teasings much more fun.

Every Halloween they both will rise up from the grave to offcer havoc to the frail they crave to misbehave and... (you know what to do from here)










CHECK OUT THIS LINK: [TAKE THE TIME IT'S WORTH IT]

http://halloween.sitenation.com/site/lndb/go/1104357066




IMPORTANT NOTE: check out these gothic horror cinematic soundscapes: FRANK PETRUCELLI/ PETRUCELLI PRODUCTIONS MORBID MELODIES

Also

SOBODA MUSIC: SCREAM IN THE DARK. You'll enjoy these tales of folklore and Macabre.

CHECK OUT THIS LINK(OH JUST COPY IT TO YOUR BROWSER, DON'T GET LAZY ON ME):rustyknife.net/mainframe.php


Reviews


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Jason Gara

Weird & funny.
Creepy but funny. It's worth every bit of $6. Will be good for Halloween parties.

Waymon Aalto

It's cool. Nothing else that much like it.
Really cool. It's the sort of thing you'll love it or you won't. It's funny. A lot of them have some funny lines anyway. All 6 are good. I love the last one a lot, it's just kind of irritating because it seems sort of rushed. You'll find yourself singing along to some of them because they're catchy. So don't buy it if you want them stuck in your head. The mood, overall is very cool. Hidden Beatles element, camouflaged but there.

Girl who loves squash.


I love squash.

Dialogue between Stud Guy and Religious Dude.


SG: Wow religious dude. I envy you. How do you stay celibate? RD: I think of Holy things whenever I’m tempted. SG: Like what? RD: Like Angels. SG: That wouldn’t work for me; I’d just see them in my head, then think of them naked. RD: Think of her dad watching. SG: I wish my own dad had as much free time as that angel’s dad. RD: Don’t get sacrilegious on me now. I’m trying to help. SG: Okay. Sorry. RD: Taking a cold shower works for me. SG: That makes me even more ‘happy’. RD: Why? SG: I don’t know it just does. RD: What if you thought about ugly fat girls? SG: I’d pretty much want to pump them too. RD: Well if worse comes to worse you can always jerk the ‘ol’ ‘Jim-Bob’. SG: I wouldn’t expect such a crude comment from religious dude. RD: I know, but that’s what I do all the time. Why lie about it? It’s sort of like, ‘confession’. SG: So you don’t have a girlfriend then? RD: No. SG: Then how are you ever tempted? I mean really tempted? RD: I’m not because religious girls don’t believe in fornication and the non-members; oh I mean non-believer girls think I’m a freak. SG: Then it makes you look pretty pious to give me advice about not being tempted when you never get tempted, yourself. RD: Sure I guess your right. SG: Do you want to go get a porno? RG: Sure why not. It’ has to be religious porno though. SG: What you mean naked a… RD: That’s right naked angels, part one and two I suggest. I know someone at the religious book store who keeps it in the back? SG: Is he a freak too? RD: Just like me. Just like me. SG: Maybe this religious thing ain’t so bad. RD: It’s not. During the movie though, don’t jerk your Jim-Bob or management will find out. They’re very sanitary people. SG: Okay I’ll be careful. RD: Here’s the address. I’ll meet you there? SG: Okay see you then.

Dick


This CD makes me want to play with myself.

Stan

Weird. Weird. And that's what makes me drawn to it.
I honestly don't know if I like it. Yet, at the same time I don't know if I hate it. And THAT, strangely, makes me really love it. As I can't say that I want all of them on my spin, I downloaded #3 and #4 and I haven't gotten tired of them as much as I tried to. It's hard to explain, it's like I understand it as much as I really hate to admit it. It's good that you added the lyrics. It makes it easier to understand what you're trying to say. It's like this cult thing that I really want to be part of yet I don't know why, but I do none the less. Strange. Thanks for trying something so original. Why is that so hard these days? Wierd. Weird. Yet still cool. It's a hard thing to do, yet you seem to have done it. Interesting stuff.

Dick Back To Stud Guy


D: Wow you were so right!!! I kind of acted like a jerk, but not all the time and got some really nice fuzzy. SG: I told you. D: Yeah, you sure did. I got kind of feeling guilty though, because I don't like making people feel like dirt, so I dated one of those Hallowmonium types and it was great. I could just be myself and I was nice to her and we hit it off really well. SG: Yeah, that's the better route. D: We're even getting married. SG: Wow that's great!!! How did you meet? D:We met at the Midwest Haunters Convention in Columbus Ohio. SG: Cool, but where's the Hallowmonium connection? D: Oh yeah. Well you see there's a compilation there called Rest in P13ces [Rest in Pieces for those who think this is a type-o] and it has one of the Hallowmonium songs on it. We both liked it and bought Hallowmonium from CD Baby as a result. The rest is history or destiny I should say. SG: Well I wish you the best of luck. How old is she by the way? You know those fresh into college girls can really break your heart. D: Early to mid twenties, the perfect age. She's just about to graduate from college actually, and with a degree in Theatre and a minor in art. She likes the fact that it's Halloween music with handles. You know something you can sing to that isn't totally gay. She likes the fact that it's dark yet, funny at times and it's not just sound effects, which are cool for haunted houses, but it's good to have something to kind of connect with. We like Hallowmonium because it's funny, yet dark with a strong gothic element that you can play at Halloween, for trick-or-treaters or Halloween parties and 'Somewhere in Dementia' for example can often work well for haunted houses, because it's about someone being trapped in the dungeon of their own mind. Sorry to ramble. SG: No that's okay, I know what you mean. I bought it for most of those reasons myself. Well I'm glad this story had a happy ending. D: Yeah thanks again. I owe most of it all to you Stud Guy. SG: Yeah well, you flew the plane, I just showed you how to fly. D: Thanks again my good friend. Peace. SG: Peace.

Dialogue between Bigot That Doesn't Like Inner Monster Dating an

Conflict
BTDLIMD: It's not natural. It's weird. G: At least I'm not a red neck like you Bubba Joe. BTDLIMD: What do you mean, I went to College. G: Yeah, the University of Reneck. What were you the Dean or something? BTDLIMD: Fuck you monster lover. G: Creative. BTDLIMD: I'm gonna get you Jooo b.. I mean monster boy. G: You'll have to catch me, but don't trip over your hood you stupid hick.
BTDLIMD: Boy, you can wait in line to lick the poo from my ass. G: Hey whatever toots your flute there Leroy. BTDLIMD I have a normal family. G: Tell that to your soccer mom wife that OD's on Codine because she can't cope with the fact that you don't please her. BTDLIMD: I please her just fine. G: That's not what she tells me at weight watchers and she's behind 10 pounds by the way. Too much pasta I guess. BTDLIMD: Why you little... G: Nice try there klan man. BTDLIMD: Let's just hold hands and agree to disagree.
G: What, do you think I'm stupid? BTDLIMD: No, but you can't blame a guy for trying. G: Yeah, I see you staring at my sexy Goblin ass. BTDLIMD: No I'm trying to get a good aim and oh the hell with it. I'm gonna go jerk off to some porno's. You know, the GIRL next door type. My own kind. G: Yeah, go watch the Marilyn Monroe Story dick weed. BTDLIMD: I'm tired of talking to freaks. G: When your screwed up kids bathe in therapy because they couldn't meet up to your enormous athletic quotas that only equates to your tremendous insecurity, largely a result of your tiny dick, then we'll see who's the freak. BTDLIMD:Did you like Hallowmonium by the way? G: yeah it was great. BTDLIMD: Gotta go, the wife is making me do the dishes and then I have to cook dinner. G: Okay GI Joe, I've got a freak show to go to. Bye for now. BTDLIMD: Bye for now.

Dialogue between Dick and Stud Guy

Chicks.
D: So do you really like this Hallowmonium Stuff? SG: Sure it works well on some chicks. D: What type of chicks? SG: You know the actors, the artists, the English major partime singer types and even a few of the musician chicks but less so. D: Could you hook me up? SG: Sure but don't be a dick. D: But that's who I am. 'Dick'. SG: Be yourself but don't be a dick...and oh wait. Be a dick and don't be yourself. Chicks love that. Sorry I got it backwards. D: Why do I have so much trouble then? SG: It's becaus you don't know you're a dick and you can't always be a dick. Just sometimes. D: When? SG: Well that's the trick isn't it Dick? D: Chicks don't make any sense. SG: No they don't. D: Why is that? SG: Partly because they're basically stupid, flawed and way too complicated. D: You're going to piss off a lot of chicks by saying that. SG: Hopefully, otherwise they'd never go out with me. Girls force us to be assholes because they won't touch us if we're not. D: So let me get this strait, be an asshole, but not all the time, don't be myself and they'll love me. SG: You got it my friend. Or you can just date the Hallowmonium types. They actually like nice guys. Most of them do anyway. D: Thanks I'll try it. SG: Good Luck! -More later-

Conversation between R. Krafchin and Train Station Guy Who Wishe

Early years.
RK: You’re not really a clown. TSGWWHWAC: Watch it Krafchin. RK: You’re just an old guy who’s not happy because he’s stuck in a go-nowhere-Job. TSGWWHWAC: You mind your manners boy. RK: You’re parents didn’t love you so they left you on the door step of two midgets. TSGWWHWAC: How did you know that (?)… no… I mean, that’s not true. RK: Yes it is. Your dad told me. TSGWWHWAC: No he didn’t. How do you know my dad? RK: He worked with my dad as an accountant. He says your dad told him you were a freak and every day you’d wear clown costumes to school and boss the other kids around because they didn’t act like clowns. He said it relates to your early childhood fear of monkeys. TSGWWHWAC: It isn’t true. It isn’t true. It isn’t true. RK: Sure it’s true. Your dad showed him the records from your school’s psychologist. TSGWWHWAC: Well then why did he give me to midgets? RK: Because he knew that being gay, they’d be compassionate and since they were dwarves, they probably wouldn’t beat the hell out of you for telling them to act more like clowns. TSGWHHWAC: It’s so hard to remember, but your story is so convincing. And… hey, you’re a member of the ACCE (Anti-Clown-Code-of-Ethics). You’re a spy, you sick enemy to the people of the world that just want to others happy. Oh yes. I’ll get you R. Krafchin. You’ll see. RK: You’re a freak. TSGWWHWAC: Sure I’m a freak. Sure I am. [as he waves Hallowmonium in the mirror.] -More to come-
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