Well, let's see, I did "The Waterman's Reggae" in Season 127. And I did "Mary March and Nancy April" for alemarco's Songs That Tell True Stories theme in Season 74. And other story songs like "Community" and "No One Cool Ever Came from Hufflepuff" in other Seasons. I think this is my only finished original story song that I haven't used in the Seasons yet. This is a proggy horror story thing I wrote on keyboard back in the early '80s. I learned it on uke to play at open mics a few years back, but it's probably been three years or more since I had reason to play it. I was using a trippy sound effect that I kept lowering the volume on as I did takes, you can maybe hear it burbling in the background. On keyboard, the bit at the end was a Supertramp-y sort of thing.
Lyrics:
It's wet outside
Remember the night we watched raindrops hit the sidewalk from a view an inch above the ground?
Hard rock and gin
And a voice in the shadows warning "Murky's off again"
Hate and vanity, he's followed that knife
For half his life, and you followed him
Hustled him off down some dark side street
And tied him down in bed, one more lost weekend
Lot of sirens tonight
And that same glare's on the pavement, and it's in your eye
Without a word, you ran for the bridge
Leaving me there in the alley looking dumb
And after what he'd done the last time
I thought you'd never smile again
"Silas, get the silver bullets and the garlic,
Murky's on the rampage again
Keep his sister under lock and key
This time it's near the end
Clear the neon from your brain and run"
But it's like the hammer striking on an empty gun
The game's all over
The crowd's all out there
To check the bodies, make sure it's not them who's lying on the ground
You stood beneath the fire escape shouting
Till the shot from above grazed your cheek
Staring rages at the impotent crowd
Like tonight it's their crime to survive
Murky's on the rampage tonight
Get your children off the street
Take your terror where you find it, love
Does it make you feel complete?
Then let the rain wash it all away
Turn the crimson back to gray
Turn us back into stone
Can't you hear now how they'll talk about it
For a year or two, at least
Like it's some kind of club? "Remember how it was
The night they took the beast?"
But there's a girl looking 'bout three years old
No way to ever reach her, watch her eyes turn cold
The game's all over
God help us all, at last this time I think it's really over