Thing a Week 42 – Creepy Doll

July 21st, 2006

I don’t know what’s going on with this one, I just decided earlier this week that it was time to write a song about a creepy doll. I was thinking about various 70s horror movies that scared the hell out of me when I was a kid. Back then you didn’t need to torture people with chainsaws and drills to make a scary movie, it was enough just to have a doll that kept showing up. Or maybe a clown. I couldn’t keep a straight face though, somewhere in the middle of the song the doll just becomes not so much creepy as annoying. And before you post it in the comments, yes I know that it sounds like Bacteria in the beginning – it’s the same Glock sound and the same key, and kind of the same music. Sue me. We’re on song number 42 here people…

Also, just a little merch plug: I’ve just added T-shirts for “Re: Your Brains” to my CafePress store. The image is the song lyrics typed in memo form decorated with a delightful blood spatter. Buy zombies, buy!

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55 Responses to “Thing a Week 42 – Creepy Doll”

  1. The Lost Dog says:

    HI, j -

    Not a stalker.

    Sometimes it’s tough when you are percieved as such, but your songs make me laugh, dickhead.

    Best of luck to you, J.

    You are a grin monster. Too bad about the code monkey thing. Good money (I think), but all I can picture is “Office Space”.

    Oh well. We are all learning as we go, as far as I can tell. And I am old.

    Please ignore me, as most of the post sixties people do…

    Loco Tomas

  2. The Lost Dog says:

    I hate revealing this, but you should probably plan a trip to see “Gwennie”.

    I certainly would be on my way to see her if I weren’t already dead in dog years.

    Screw it. You are great and if you wish, I can help you enormously. It’s just too bad that Cablevision came and unhooked my service from the telephone pole.

    But it’s OK. As soon as O! is elected, I am pretty sure that rich people will have to pay for my cable.

    JUSTICE!!!!

  3. lisa says:

    So, my parents bought a run-down house in the country with their bag of big-city money, and then found a creepy doll in the basement. True story.

  4. moot says:

    I had a similar experience. I was about five years old, and my family moved to an acreage just outside of Ottawa, Ontario. The day we moved in, I found a creepy little clown doll in the cold storage area in the basement. I went upstairs to show it to my mom, and my mom got scared, and said, “You’re movin’ with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air.” I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, “Nah, forget it. Yo, holmes to Bel-Air!” I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie, “Yo holmes smell ya later!” Looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.

  5. ixat says:

    Heard it on some random podcast somewhere, and I love this! Dolls are weird dude, especially one my aunt had from her childhood – huge, like 3 feet tall, and it had those eyes that would open and close, but they were off so sometimes you could only see the whites. Freaked me out when I was little.