From: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org (fegmaniax-digest) To: fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Subject: fegmaniax-digest V7 #4 Reply-To: fegmaniax@smoe.org Sender: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-fegmaniax-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk fegmaniax-digest Monday, January 5 1998 Volume 07 : Number 004 Today's Subjects: ----------------- Re: Groovy Eerie Green Storm Lantern [hal brandt ] Re: Groovy Eerie Green Storm Lantern [hal brandt ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 04 Jan 1998 09:10:52 -0700 From: hal brandt Subject: Re: Groovy Eerie Green Storm Lantern Carole Reichstein wrote: > Is everyone as enraptured as I am about "Eerie Green Storm Lantern?" > Does anyone have the definitive lyrics of this song? > I think someone put down the lyrics ages ago, but I never saved them. Rob Collingwood transcribed the lyrics thusly: By an eerie green storm lantern Three ghouls were playing Whist By an eerie green storm lantern In the swirling mist By an eerie green storm lantern How could I resist By an eerie green storm lantern That's the night we kissed How you gonna get right down that spiral staircase How you gonna get right down them spiraling stairs Down below the cobbles shine It's a sixty-foot drop from yours to mine (Better make it sixty-nine) All your mistakes come and jabber 'round your bedside They brush your sleeves with loathsome tentacles They even try to kiss you (ughh) Like rotting nurses (curses, curses!) 'I'll tuck you in sweetie', says your biggest mistake And after your mistakes in come your failures As only failures can They sit there so reproachfully Like a face in a frying pan They sit there all dejected 'Til their heads fall in their laps And then they bubble feebly at their lips And their bones protrude right through their hips (hear the ghouls sing) By an eerie green storm lantern Three ghouls were playing Whist By an eerie green storm lantern In the swirling mist By an eerie green storm lantern How could I resist By an eerie green storm lantern That's the night we kissed You were looking for a taxi But you picked the wrong place for a taxi You're a fool You're down with the ghouls Thin, translucent fingers always give the game away See the hearts of little fishes pulsing through that grey skin Or is is the mercury in your veins Two males, one female No pulse, no heartbeat, no ID Not a good night to be a red tomato On a long green stalk Not a good night to be a red tomato Let's sit down and talk Pull up a chair why don't you You could get some straw if you'd be more comfortable, babe Maybe we could rustle up a bean-bag We're gonna get really close 'Please, sir, send out for some dry stuff for Mr. Jarrold! Now, Mr. Jarrold, take off your glasses. Take off your shirt. Take off your skirt, Mr. Jarrold. You're among friends here.' Not a good night to be a red tomato Oh, are those your pips? By an eerie green storm lantern Three ghouls were playing Whist By an eerie green storm lantern In the swirling mist By an eerie green storm lantern How could I resist By an eerie green storm lantern That's the night we kissed Bayard wrote: > GSL is a groovy song indeed. What is the definitive title? Green storm > lantern? Eerie green storm lanterns? On the "Storefront Hitchcock" sessions tape he calls it "Eerie Green Storm Lantern". > Are we to assume the ghouls in the song are the same as those in "The > Professor"? I'd bet on it! Lines 37-40 sure remind me of the "Er-Is this Muswell Hill Cab Hire?" cartoon on page three of "The Professor" in the Y&O booklet. Also, while listening to the 6.14.89 Lisner Aud. Wash.DC tape, I noticed, in the intro to "I Got A Message For You", Robyn using the phrase "Eerie Green Storm Lantern". A genuine message from the future...documented! /hal ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 04 Jan 1998 09:27:56 -0700 From: hal brandt Subject: Re: Groovy Eerie Green Storm Lantern Bayard wrote: > Are we to assume the ghouls in the song are the same as those in "The > Professor"? Upon even closer scrutiny, I'm now sure of this connection. From the text of "The Professor": "..he soon found himself clattering helplessly up and down a spiral staircase..." "Three ghouls were playing whist on a cold, flat trunk, tossing the dice in and out of the eerie, green storm lamp that hung above them. The Professor advanced...thinking them to be cab drivers." The connection seems undeniable! /hal ------------------------------ End of fegmaniax-digest V7 #4 *****************************