Happy Entrails

I’ll paint the big top stripes on next

This weekends Halloween 666 Special #5 will be by far the most macabre of the series, but it will also be the funniest.

Design Drawing

I’m in my own virtual world, but unlike Online virtual world’s, mine has power tools and paint.

Happy Acres

Welcome to Happy Acres

I got the haunted house painted black yesterday and also built the “Happy Acres” cemetery fence and gate built. I’ll use these for my next several photo shoots. I plan on having one for Autumn / Harvest Season, one for Halloween, and one for Thanksgiving. Then its Christmas and beyond.

Today’s song is meant to be a soundtrack to the cemetery, again, loosely in the Psychobilly vein – but maybe more like a gothic alt-Americana or Dead Country maybe. I had fun with three different Arturia V Collection 8 synth vst patches – using Piano, Solina and Buchla. I tried to create a “haunted music box” piano sound at the end of the song.

If you get tired of evil grifting politicians and greedy businessmen – just remember – there is a special place reserved for each and everyone of them at Happy Acres.

Welcome home
We've been waiting for you
You won't be alone
There's plenty to do

You can't live forever
You were mistaken
We're sure you'll love it
Right hand of satan

Its eerily quiet
Not even a peep
Your friends are buried here
Some are real creeps

We have politicians
And other such fools
Murderers, thieves, swindlers
Just like you

Evil pumpkins will guard
You'll never escape
You'll never go back
Make no mistake

Your place is reserved
In the pits of hell
Too late to repent
You na'er-do-well




No Big Macs in Hell

That Smell of Burning Flesh Ain’t Hamburger
Hey 45
Our grift to the world
Like Elvis Presley
Adored by the girls

Where you'll end up
You won't like the smell
Your burning flesh
No Big Macs in Hell

Hey 45
We know you're the most
Your eyebrows will singe
You'll smell like burnt toast

Where you'll end up
You won't like the smell
Your burning flesh
No big Macs in Hell

Hey 45
Life is too short
Our days are numbered
We too soon abort

Where you'll end up
You won't like the smell
Your burning flesh
No big Macs in Hell

Psycho billy just screams for dark humor, and man this is fun. As rock n roll should be.