Halloween always makes me think of the Bauhaus. Post-Punk, Goth, call them what you like. Their music has always coincided with the fall weather and Halloween especially.
"White on white translucent black capes...Back on the rack...Bela Lugosi's dead
The bats have left the bell tower...The victims have been bled...Red velvet lines the black box...Bela Lugosi's dead
Undead...undead...undead
The virginal brides file past his tomb...Strewn with time's dead flowers...Bereft in deathly bloom...Alone in a darkened room...
The count
Bela Logosi's dead"
See what I mean? It just fits. The time of year, the season, the darkening sky... it all just fits. Now and forever. Bela's undead indeed.
Ciao.
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