She’s my little
banshee and she turns me round and
round,
My head and hers keep spinning when we listen to the sound,
Because the dance floor in this basement has been lit up, filled with fun,
And me and my little banshee know the party’s just begun.
As a gruesome band of skeletons play songs no men should hear,
I know that with my little banshee, there is nothing here to fear.
Her hair is like spun silver, her eyes pale as the moon,
And they light up when she sees me, as we’re dancing to the tune.
My head and hers keep spinning when we listen to the sound,
Because the dance floor in this basement has been lit up, filled with fun,
And me and my little banshee know the party’s just begun.
As a gruesome band of skeletons play songs no men should hear,
I know that with my little banshee, there is nothing here to fear.
Her hair is like spun silver, her eyes pale as the moon,
And they light up when she sees me, as we’re dancing to the tune.
While the
ghosts and wights are stepping, swinging in baroque,
The music theme is changing, beating, blasting with old rock.
Every lifeless husk grows vivid and move their feet along the floor,
Even floating gheists drop lower, and they dance like none before.
And my little banshee and I, move it and let the night go by,
For some time soon the sun will rise and reign high in the sky.
For now the gloom entrances as she dances, and my brittle little head
Is swooning for my banshee, I love her, even though she’s dead.
But a heart won’t stop loving, once it has stopped beating!
And I know were in love, me and my ghostly sweetling.
Now the room’s candle-lit, and the music slows down,
And she shuffles near to me in her ragged gray gown.
The music theme is changing, beating, blasting with old rock.
Every lifeless husk grows vivid and move their feet along the floor,
Even floating gheists drop lower, and they dance like none before.
And my little banshee and I, move it and let the night go by,
For some time soon the sun will rise and reign high in the sky.
For now the gloom entrances as she dances, and my brittle little head
Is swooning for my banshee, I love her, even though she’s dead.
But a heart won’t stop loving, once it has stopped beating!
And I know were in love, me and my ghostly sweetling.
Now the room’s candle-lit, and the music slows down,
And she shuffles near to me in her ragged gray gown.
She wonders
with her pale blue eyes, as we take each other’s hand,
And we step slowly through the people while we’re transfixed by the band.
I can feel my little banshee’s fingers, cold, but yet so warm.
While we sway on the music, I take her by her arm.
And then she leans in closer, lays a cold hand in my neck,
I can see her eyes are closed, and lay my hand on her back.
Her lips are full and blue and when ours touch, the cold is gone.
And while the ghasts and ghouls go homeward, we are waiting for the dawn.
And we step slowly through the people while we’re transfixed by the band.
I can feel my little banshee’s fingers, cold, but yet so warm.
While we sway on the music, I take her by her arm.
And then she leans in closer, lays a cold hand in my neck,
I can see her eyes are closed, and lay my hand on her back.
Her lips are full and blue and when ours touch, the cold is gone.
And while the ghasts and ghouls go homeward, we are waiting for the dawn.
Inspiratiebronnen zijn de film "Corpse Bride" en het liedje "Griezelgruizelfeest" van VOF de Kunst. Wat een leuk riedeltje, al weet ik nog niet zeker of ik het einde wel zo top vind, maar hij werd al te lang!
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