I knew Len was going to like this one. It looks kind of like this doll just beat me to death with my own record.

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July 22nd, 2006 at 9:14 am
Sweet. Love the poster in the background, Len. (Wink wink nudge nudge) Seriously, that is really good. What’s even creepier is the similarity to the doll in the image I threw together last night. Get out of my head! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
July 22nd, 2006 at 6:14 pm
Almost creepy as the song itself!
July 22nd, 2006 at 8:49 pm
I love it whenever that album shows up.
July 25th, 2006 at 8:24 am
Can’t guarantee total accuracy, but this is what I managed to transcribe from endlessly repeating the song. Maybe this’ll save Jonathan a little effort getting it onto the website.
In a town in the woods at the top of a hill,
There’s a house where no one lives.
So you take a big bag
of your big city money there
And buy it
But at night when the house is dark
And you’re all alone, there’s a noise upstairs.
At the top of the stairs
There’s a door and you take a deep breath
And try it.
And the flashlight shows you something moving just inside the door.
There’s a tattered dress and a feeling you have felt somewhere before.
And there’s a Creepy Doll
That always follows you.
It’s got a ruined eye
That’s always
Open.
And there’s a Creepy Doll
That always follows you.
It’s got a pretty mouth
That swallows
You whole.
So you scream and you close the door
and you tell yourself it was just a dream.
In the morning you head into town
cause you wanna go
Antiquing.
In the store there’s a strange old man
With a wandering eye and a withered hand.
When he hands you the wooden box
You can hear his old bones
Creaking.
And you know what you will find inside the moment that you see
That someone’s carved your name into the tarnished silver key.
And there’s a Creepy Doll
That always follows you.
It’s got a ruined eye
That’s always
Open.
And there’s a Creepy Doll
That always follows you.
It’s got a pretty mouth
That swallows
You whole.
When you come home late the Doll is waiting up for you.
And when you fix a snack the Doll says it would like one too.
The Doll is in your house and in your room and in your bed.
The Doll is in your eyes and in your arms and in your head.
And you are crazy
Now it’s late and you head downstairs
‘Cause you just can’t sleep so you make some tea.
And the Doll disapprovingly asks
If you really need that much
Honey.
You decide that you’ve had enough
And you lock the Doll in the wooden box.
You but the box in the fireplace
Next to your bag of big city
Money.
As the smoke fills up your tiny room, there’s nothing you can do.
Far too late you see the one inside the box is you.
And there’s a Creepy Doll
That always follows you.
It’s got a ruined eye
That’s always
Open.
And there’s a Creepy Doll
That always follows you.
It’s got a pretty mouth
That swallows
You whole.
July 27th, 2006 at 8:21 pm
Wow - that looks like one of those icky Garbage Pail Kids (remember when those were shocking? Oh man, I’m getting old) Great job, Len! And I agree - I love when the album cover shows up. ^_^