Before I go road tripping, I always check the weather, and hey, the meteorological team on channel 666, Creedence Clearwater Revival, warn “a bad moon’s on the rise.” Think I’ll relax and take the train, perhaps Chris De Burgh’sSpanish Train.” Need a place to stay? If Bate’s Motel is full, why not do as the Eagles, and check into the “Hotel California”?

And, once you’re tucked in, check out Theodora Goss, The Strange Case of the Alchemist’s Daughter. She puts a fantastic female spin on traditional male dominated horror and science fiction stories such as Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, by Robert Louis Stevenson, Mary Shelly’s Frankenstein, or the Modern Prometheus, and The Island of Dr. Moreau by H.G. Wells then weaves these new feminine threads into a mystery tale involving Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson!

Have suggestions for countdown to howlin’en music and readings, or posted yourself, leave your thoughts in the comments.

 

opening image: (c) Lorraine

Bad Moon Rising

Creedence Clearwater Revival

I see a bad moon a-rising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightnin’.
I see bad times today.

Don’t go ’round tonight
It’s bound to take your life,
There’s a bad moon on the rise.

I hear hurricanes a-blowing,
I know the end is coming soon.
I fear rivers over flowing.
I hear the voice of rage and ruin.

Don’t go ’round tonight
It’s bound to take your life,
There’s a bad moon on the rise.

I hope you got your things together.
I hope you are quit prepared to die.
Look’s like we’re in for nasty weather.
One eye is taken for an eye.

Oh don’t go ’round tonight
It’s bound to take your life,
There’s a bad moon on the rise.
There’s a bad moon on the rise.

Songwriters: JOHN C. FOGERTY

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Spanish Train

Chris de Burgh

There’s a Spanish train that runs between
Guadalquivir and old Saville
And at dead of night the whistle blows
And people hear she’s running still

And then they hush their children back to sleep
Lock the doors, upstairs they creep
For it is said that the souls of the dead
Fill that train ten thousand deep

Well a railwayman lay dying with his people by his side
His family were crying, knelt in prayer before he died
But above his bed just a waiting for the dead
Was the Devil with a twinkle in his eye
Well God’s not around and look what I’ve found, this one’s mine

Just then the Lord himself appeared in a blinding flash of light
And shouted at the Devil, get thee hence to endless night
But the Devil just grinned and said I may have sinned
But there’s no need to push me around
I got him first so you can do your worst
He’s going underground

But I think I’ll give you one more chance
Said the Devil with a smile
So throw away that stupid lance
It’s really not your style
Joker is the name, poker is the game
We’ll play right here on this bed
And then we’ll bet for the biggest stakes yet
The souls of the dead

And I said look out, Lord, He’s going to win
The sun is down and the night is riding in
That train is dead on time, many souls are on the line
Oh Lord, He’s going to win

Well the railwayman he cut the cards
And he dealt them each a hand of five
And for the Lord, he was praying hard
Or that train he’d have to drive
Well the Devil he had three aces and a king
And the Lord, he was running for a straight
He had the queen and the knave and nine and ten of spades
All he needed was the eight

And then the Lord he called for one more card
But he drew the diamond eight
And the Devil said to the son of God
I believe you’ve got it straight
So deal me one for the time has come
To see who’ll be the king of this place
But as he spoke, from beneath his cloak
He slipped another ace

Ten thousand souls was the opening bid
And it soon went up to fifty nine
But the Lord didn’t see what the Devil did
And he said that suits me fine
I’ll raise you high to a hundred and five
And forever put an end to your sins
But the Devil let out a mighty shout, my hand wins

And I said Lord, oh Lord, you let him win
The sun is down and the night is riding in
That train is dead on time, many souls are on the line
Oh Lord, don’t let him win

Well that Spanish train still runs between
Guadalquivir and old Saville
And at dead of night the whistle blows
And people fear she’s running still

And far away in some recess
The Lord and the Devil are now playing chess
The Devil still cheats and wins more souls
And as for the Lord, well, he’s just doing his best

And I said Lord, oh Lord, you’ve got to win
The sun is down and the night is riding in
That train is still on time, oh my soul is on the line
Oh Lord, you’ve got to win

Songwriters: CHRIS DE BURGH

Data from: LyricFind

Hotel California

Eagles

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
‘This could be heaven or this could be Hell
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain
‘Please bring me my wine
He said, “we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say”

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They livin’ it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise), bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling
The pink champagne on ice
And she said, ‘we are all just prisoners here, of our own device
And in the master’s chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can’t kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
‘Relax’ said the night man
‘We are programmed to receive
You can check out any time you like
But you can never leave!

Songwriters: DON FELDER, DON HENLEY, GLENN FREY

Data from: LyricFind

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