HALLOWMONIUM: 6 Original Halloween Songs On Harmonium. (Great CD for clay animation for Halloween music.) by David Hatfield

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's a true genious.

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.

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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 toden 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 recless 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.

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

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