Title from Man Man (MySpace)
I like remembering how we got out
of that creepy old castle in North Hampton
with cob webs in the corners
and moss on the Victorian wallpaper
and a coven of coffin'd Counts in the basement.
They had us surrounded,
fangs dripping with anticipatory saliva
as they hissed and waved their hairy hands
like they were casting a pre-dinner hex.
You threw me a "Holy shit, we're going to be killed by mythology" glance,
but I just smirked and shook my head
and pulled out my boom box.
I dropped in a copy of Van Halen,
and when Eddie started shredding "Eruption,"
those neck-biters bit the dust.
When you asked how Van Halen just saved our lives,
I laughed and shook my head
and pointed to an emblem on the boom box.
In raised letters: "Made by Van Helsing."
I like remembering how we got out
of that creepy old castle in North Hampton
with cob webs in the corners
and moss on the Victorian wallpaper
and a coven of coffin'd Counts in the basement.
They had us surrounded,
fangs dripping with anticipatory saliva
as they hissed and waved their hairy hands
like they were casting a pre-dinner hex.
You threw me a "Holy shit, we're going to be killed by mythology" glance,
but I just smirked and shook my head
and pulled out my boom box.
I dropped in a copy of Van Halen,
and when Eddie started shredding "Eruption,"
those neck-biters bit the dust.
When you asked how Van Halen just saved our lives,
I laughed and shook my head
and pointed to an emblem on the boom box.
In raised letters: "Made by Van Helsing."
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