shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
whiplash girlchild in the dark
comes in bells, your servant, don’t forsake him
strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
…
kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
shiny leather in the dark
tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
Okay, maybe not so creepy. In fact, I guess it’s kind of sweet…
“…He sees when you are sleeping
He knows when you’re awake
He knows when you’ve been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake
You better watch out
You better not cry
You better not pout…”
The crest of the waves break over my head
My strength’s almost gone and soon I’ll be dead
I’d rather be dead out here in the sea
Than to love a woman who never loved me
Chorus
Oh the water’s so cold, out here in the dark
The water’s so cold–as cold as your heart
The lights from the shore are fast growing dim
The water’s so cold, I can’t hardly swim
I offered my ring and I offered my name
She said, “You’re a child”; she put me to shame
If she saw me now she’d have to agree
Most men couldn’t swim this far out to sea
I’ve always thought that a disturbing little song.
Or,
Marc Cohen’s “Strangers in a Car”
Strangers in a Car
There’s a stranger in a car
Driving down your street
Acts like he knows who you are
Slaps his hand on the empty seat and says
“Are you gonna get in
Or are you gonna stay out?”
Just a stranger in a car
Might be the one they told you about
Well you never were one for cautiousness
You open the door
He gives you a tender kiss
And you can’t even hear them no more —
All the voices of choices
Now only one road remains
And strangers in a car
Two hearts
Two souls
Tonight
Two lanes
You don’t know where you’re goin’
You don’t know what you’re doin’
Hell it might be the highway to heaven
And it might be the road to ruin
But this is a song
For strangers in a car
Baby maybe that’s all
We really are
Strangers in a car
(Driving down your street)
Just strangers in a car
(Driving down your street)
Strangers in a car
“Don’t Fear the Reaper,” (Blue Oyster Cult)… Oh, a footnote – How 'bout those “heavy metal umlauts”? I wasn’t aware of this, not being a metal fan, but BOC always had one over the “O”, evidently…Wikipedia tells me that they, in fact, invented it…and all this time I’d assumed that absurd affectation originated with Mötley Crüe. “Röck döts” and the reasons behind them are silly-creepy.
A lot of good nominees here. I’ll have to agree about Mack The Knife, Last Kiss.
This one’s not “pop” but Mac Wiseman did one about a little girl who’s mother has disappeared and she goes out to find her daddy who’s at the “store with the bottles on the wall”. When she gets there he flys into a demented, drunken rage and hits her with a chair and she dies horribly.
I’m surprised no one has mentioned Blinded By The Light yet …
“Blinded by the light, wrapped up like a another in the night…”
I know it really doesn’t say that, but for years i thought it did!