Happy Hell-O-Ween

A Night with the Jersey Devil

By Bruce Springsteen, Robert Jones, and Gene Vincent

(Download the song free from his website)

Hear me now!

I was born 13th child, 'neath the 13th moon

Spit out hungry and born anew

Daddy drag me to the river tie me in rocks

Throw me in where it's deep and wide

I go down, I don't die

Hole in the river bottom, I crawl through

Come back kill six brothers and sisters, kill papa too

Sway down Mama, sway down low

They gonna know me wherever I go

Into my bed with her kerosene my mama creep

Set my flesh to burning, whilst I sleep

I burn, burn, burn, till my soul burn black

Black rains fall, I come back, I come back

Get down Mama, get down low

They gonna know me wherever I go

16 witches, cast 16 spells

Make me guitar outta skin and human skull

Sing you a song like the wind in the sandy loam

Bring you baby out'cha your happy home

Ram's head, forked tail, clove hoof, love's my trail

I sup on your body, sip on your blood like wine

Out world theirs, this world mine

So kiss me baby till it hurts

God lost in heaven, we lost on earth

Sway down Mama, sway down low

They gonna know me wherever I go

Wherever I go, wherever I go

Well I got a brand new lover

I love her yes I do,

She's my one and only and her name is Baby Blue...

Jumping on the Bandwagon

Pirates are hot...wait, I don't mean the "PILF" sense. I mean in the marketing sense. Although, I wouldn't mind finding me a buxom piratey wench. But Pirate Day, I don't know. I was in KMART today and a woman was buying costume pieces to dress up as a pirate at work on Friday. Sometimes I think excessive fake holidays are the opiate of the masses.

So go ahead and take a hit....Aaarrrrrggggg, ye land-lubbers.

This sea shanty was first brought to my attention when actor Robert Shaw sang a variation of it the movie, Jaws. Here is one American version:

Farewell and adieu to you Spanish ladies

Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain

For we've received orders to sail from New England

And we hope in a short time to see you again

Chorus:We'll rant and we'll roar like true Yankee Whalermen

We'll rant and we'll roar on deck and below

Until we sight Gayhead off old Martha's Vineyard

And straight up the channel to New Bedford we'll go.

We hove our our ship to with the wind from the sou'west, boys.

We hove our our ship to deep soundings to take

'Twas 45 fathoms with light sandy bottom

We squared our main yard and up channel did make.

Chorus

I went to a dance one night in Tombaz.

There were plenty of girls there as fine as you wish.

There was one pretty maiden a chewin' tobacco

Just like a young kitten a chewin' fresh fish.

Chorus

Then the signal was sent for the grand ship to anchor

And all in the downs that night for to lie

Let go your shank painter, let go your cat stopper

Haul up your clew garnets, let tacks and sheets fly.