Veronique Chevalier's "Polka Haunt Us"

Polka Haunt Us Lyrics

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The Beer Hall In Hell
(Alpine Drinking Song)
Music and Lyrics by Veronique Chevalier © 2008
Publisher/Performing Rights Organization: Cyphyre Music LLC/ASCAP

In Hell there's lots of beer Get there by sinning here
Hoist your stein all night 'n day And you'll soon be on your way
In Hell the beer flows free You like that thought I see
There's just a little toll The Devil gets your soul

Chorus:
In the Beer Hall in Hell I hear tell that it's swell
In the Beer Hall in Hell The girls are really HOT
Come here and rest a spell In the Beer Hall in Hell
There's no Last Call in Hell And you Polka 'round the clock

In Hell the beer is flat You'll soon get used to that
No bubbles in your glass Just passing sulfur gas
In Hell it's quite a brew That they will serve to you
It's made in giant vats With warts and wings of bats

Chorus:
In the Beer Hall in Hell I hear tell that it's swell
In the Beer Hall in Hell The boys are really HOT
Come Dear and rest a spell In the Beer Hall in Hell
There's no Last Call in Hell And you Polka til you drop

In Hell the beer they serve Man, they've sure got some nerve
This stuff is really foul Feels like fishhooks your bowel
In Hell the beer just stinks You'll be heavin' in the sink
On second thought no dice This free beer is overpriced

Chorus (slowly speeds up):
In the Beer Hall in Hell I hear tell that it's swell
In the Beer Hall in Hell Everyone is really HOT
Don't fear at all the smell In the Beer Hall in Hell
There's no Last Call in Hell And this Polka never stops

Chorus reprise:
In the Beer Hall in Hell I hear tell that it's swell
In the Beer Hall in Hell We're all just way too HOT
You won't rest all that well In the Beer Hall in Hell
There's no Last Call in Hell And this Polka never stops
And this Polka never stops And this Polka never stops
And this Polka never stops And this Polka never stops
And this Polka never stops...

Spoken Word: Oh, shut up!!!!

About This Song: An over-the-top send up of all those beer-glorifying Polkas,
this “Oompah of Doom” is clearly a morality tale.

Artists:
Veronique Chevalier: Vocals * Kerry Christensen: Yodeling * Jann Castor: Programming
Producer(s): Veronique Chevalier & Jann Castor * Arrangement: Jann Castor
Recording facility/studio(s): Motion Music Man Studios/Hoffman House Studios
Recording Engineer(s): Jann Castor/Roger Hoffman

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Ghost Train
(Canadian)
Music by Mike Surratt & Lyrics by Veronique Chevalier © 2008
Publisher/Performing Rights Organization: Eclectic Coalition Music/ASCAP * Cyphyre Music LLC/ASCAP

I was a railway man Back in 1908
On the Alberta Line Earnin' a decent wage
Jim Twohey (TOO-HEE) was my buddy Man, he could drive a train
But neith'r of us could foresee That fateful night in May

The sky was pine tar dark 'n Medicine Hat was up ahead
Our nerves were suddenly jarred By a vision full of dread
Headlong out of nowhere And gaining on us fast
It was a blazing nightmare of The Ghost Train- Set to crash

Chorus:
Look out all you Trainmen On the darkest of nights
For the deadly Ghost Train With evil red devil lights
Watch out all you Train Men It's later than you think
That demon driven Ghost Train Could take your life in a blink

Luckily The Ghost Train It spared our lives that night
But the mem'ry long remained Of that God-forsaken fright
For a time we worked the yard But Jim he missed the tracks
Not one for being guarded No ghosts would hold him back

One long hot night that summer In the cab was Jim
On the silver Spokane Flyer He was takin' a spin
He saw the Ghost Train coming'Round 'bout Medicine Hat
The two trains crashed and Jim Plus six men laid flat

Chorus:
Look out all you Train Men On the darkest of nights
For the deadly Ghost Train With evil red devil lights
Watch out all you Train Men It's later than you think
That demon driven Ghost Train Could take your life in a blink

You might be on that Ghost Train Givin' the Devil a wink...

About This Song: This is an almost-country tinged ballad, based on a faithfully recounted
paranormal incident taking place
in the early 1900s, that took to lives of six victims.

Artists:
Mike Surratt: Vocals, Accordion, Keyboards * Jann Castor: Addtional Programming, Sound Design
Producer: Jann Castor Arrangement: Mike Surratt
Recording facility/studio(s): Mic-In-A-Shoe Studios/Motion Music Man Studios
Recording Engineer(s): Mike Surratt/Jann Castor

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Castle Leap
(Celtic Irish)
Music by Jann Castor and Lyrics by Veronique Chevalier © 2008
Publishers/Performing Rights Organizations: Jann Castor Music/ASCAP * Cyphyre Music LLC/ASCAP

High above a lonely pass Broods gloomy Castle Leap
Countless hauntings have amassed Since Eight Hundred AD
The O'Bannons built the keep To be their family home
But the O'Carrolls took the "Leap" Stone by bloody stone

Chorus:
In the dungeon way down deep
The spooks and ghoulies dwell
If ye don't look before ye "Leap"
Ye'll be endin' there as well

The O'Carroll Clan they were Bloodthirsty I hear tell
If ye dined with 'em by dessert They wouldda sent yer soul to Hell

Bridge:
The worst of the O'Carrolls
Murdered his own brother (oya, oya yey)
Worst of all he had the gall
To use the Chapel altar (oya, oya yey)

Underneath the Chapel of Blood A trapdoor filled with spikes
The bones of impaled victims stood Sentries of the Afterlife
Called the "Elemental" one wretch Was the most fearsome of all
The stench of rotted human flesh he Brought into the Hall

Chorus:
In the dungeon way down deep
The spooks and ghoulies dwell
If ye don't look before ye "Leap"
Ye'll be endin' there as well

Bridge:
This song could go along for weeks
With lurid tales of gore (oya, oya yey)
But let's stop before we "Leap"
Too far overboard (oya, oya yey)

About This Song: This Celtic Polka is based on Ireland's most haunted fortress.
It has an 800 year history of ghostly occurances within the confines of its keep.

Artists:
Marion Ramsey: Vocals * Jann Castor: Background Vocals, Programming
Producer/Engineer: Jann Castor * Arrangement: Jann Castor
Recording facility/studio(s): Motion Music Man Studios

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After Wife Polka Tango
(Argentina)
Music by Mike Surratt & Lyrics by Veronique Chevalier © 2008
Publisher/Performing Rights Organization: Eclectic Coalition Music/ASCAP * Cyphyre Music LLC/ASCAP

The roses were wilted The night that we met
You got them on sale How cheap could you get?
In moonlight we basked You got down on your knee
And begged me to love you for all eternity

Your cheapness continued To our wedding day
Those marked-down steaks No bargain were they
Groaning and heaving I lay down to die
If I still had eyes I might begin to cry

Chorus:
For better or worse 'till Death us do part
It's not the end Dear For me it's a start
I've re-appeared From the After Life
Honey say "Hi" To your new After Wife

Evita's husband That Juan Peron
Embalmed her in a fancy Tomb of her own
So he was prepared In the After Life
To have himself A trophy After Wife

Nicely-done funerals Cost quite a sum
The least you could've done Is given me one
But you kept cutting corners After I died
So now you are facing Your undead cut-rate bride

Bridge:
Stuck into the mud And then baked by the sun
You know that cheap boards Buckle and warp
So buried in earth Guess what "wood" become
Of me, your dearly departed bride's corpse?

Chorus:
For better or worse 'till Death us do part
It's not the end Dear For me it's a start
I've re-appeared From the After Life
Honey say "Hi" To your new After Wife

Spoken Word:
Hey there Sweetheart why're you so squirrely?
Aren't you glad to see your Baby Girly?

You used to say I looked good in green!
Can't help that I'm falling apart at the seams.

If you hadn't buried me in that cheap casket
I'd still have all of my original skin left

At least I'm keeping my eternal vow
What's wrong with an undead wife anyhow????

And another thing...Hey, you're not listening!
Oh those men! What can I say? Can't live with them anyway...!

About This Song: Based on the historical fact that deceased Argentinian First Lady
Evita Peron's corpse was embalmed and put on public view by her widower, dictator Juan Peron.
This tale is told from the point-of-view of a bride who returns from the dead.

Artists:
Veronique Chevalier: Vocals * Lili Haydn: Vintage French Violin, circa 1827
Mike Surratt: Accordion & Keyboards * Jann Castor: Backing Vocals
Producer: Jann Castor * Arrangement: Mike Surratt
Recording facility/studio(s): Mic-In-A-Shoe Studios/Lililand Studios/Motion Music Man Studios
Recording Engineer(s): Mike Surratt/Lili Haydn/Jann Castor

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Bubbe's Dybbuk Polka
(Eastern European Jewish)
Music by Jann Castor and Lyrics by Veronique Chevalier © 2008
Publishers/Performing Rights Organizations: Jann Castor Music/ASCAP * Cyphyre Music LLC/ASCAP

My Bubbe believed in spirits all around
Dybbuks they are called by the Jews
Invisible evil souls who were bound
To do bad BAD deeds and be bad news

The biggest ones stayed in the Old Country
Where they caused the World Wars and such
But weaker Dybbuks sailed across the sea
To wreak lesser havoc on us

Bubbe's Fav'rite my gambling Uncle Dan
A smoother talker never lived
A lucky streak in cards guided his hand
His flaws girls would forget and forgive

Dan's winning streak sudd'nly ran out of steam
Bubbe swore Dybbuks possessed him
For three days bad checks flowed out like a stream
So to Chicago he stole from Brooklyn

Bubbe's Chorus:
If you were righteous, but now you are wronging
And you're not quite sure who you are-
It's probably Dybbuks who are prolonging
Your troubles 'cause they're souls waging war

If you're wrongdoing when once you lived right
And everyone now says that you've changed
It could just be things that go bump in the night
Or else Dybbuks have made you deranged

Once in Chicago Dan soon settled down
No more bad checks or gambling debts
His bored Dybbuk never came back around
Instead it latched on to Al Capone

Rat-a-tat-tat went gangster machine guns
The Valentine's Day Massacre
Capone's thugs sure botched that one
Or maybe Dybbuks threw them a curve?

Bubbe's Chorus:
Wrongdoers can go from bad to much worse
And I know exactly the cause
When you do bad it's as good as a curse
Those Dybbuks'll catch you in their claws

Bubbe's Spoken Word:
Who stole the kishka? ** I want to know
It was here in the kitchen So where did it go?

If we don't find it Then I will guess
There must be a dybbuk Behind all of this

** Makes reference to the famous polka by Frankie Yankovic,
"Who Stole The Kishka?"

About This Song: An Eastern European musical style graces this tale. Dybbuks are mischeivous spirits in Jewish lore,
that are used as an explanation for bad or odd human behavior. The song is based on “A Jewish Ghost Story”
by Ted Roberts, a prolific writer and former Nashville lyricist

Artists:
Gary Shapiro: Vocals (Man & Bubbe) * Jann Castor: Dybbuk Voices, Programming
Producer/Engineer: Jann Castor * Arrangement: Jann Castor
Recording facility/studio(s): Motion Music Man Studios

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White Witch Of Jamaica
(Jamaica)
Music by Gee Rabe and Lyrics by Veronique Chevalier © 2008
Publisher/Performing Rights Organization: Gee Rabe Music/ASCAP * Cyphyre Music LLC/ASCAP

Young Miss Annie that was she Mad’moiselle from gay Paris (Paree)
Sailed across the Atlantic Sea A fortune for to marry

John Palmer was her bridegroom’s name Netting his estate her true aim
What lurked inside Annie’s four-foot frame? A demon wrapped up oh-so pretty

Chorus:
Annie Palmer the White Witch of
Rose Hall by the sea
Luring men with hopes of love
Was her cottage industry

Her husband quickly made her yawn She missed the nightlife of Paris
Saw little use for dull old John Widowhood soon set her free

It’s clear that some fools never learn Three husbands did she take
Her taste then took a darker turn: The slave boys of her estate

Chorus:
Sugar cane and homicide
She a mean self-widow maker
With voodoo magic as her guide
Made for a busy undertaker

The Undertaker's Spoken Word:
Annie Palmer Thank you Ma'am The morgue is doing well
I'll let you rest upon my slab On your way to Hell

She summoned slaves into her bed Used them like a lusty whore
Soon, to a man, each was dead Miss Annie so easily bored

The plantation overseer had Fondness for his daughter
In turn she loved a handsome lad Approved of by her father.

Bridge:
But Annie called the boy up to her room By morning he too had met his doom
The poor daughter lost her mind Her papa vowed vengeance for his kind

Into Annie’s chambers he did burst Horrid shrieks of bloody red
Servants shook and feared the worst When calm returned they both lay dead

Chorus:
Annie Palmer the White Witch of
Rose Hall by the sea
Luring men with hopes of love
Was her cottage industry
Sugar cane and homicide
A mean self-widow maker
Fit to be the Devil's Bride
If only He would take her

The Devil's Spoken Word:
Annie Palmer, welcome Dear To this annex of your Fate
Only seven levels had we here Just for you we’ve added EIGHT!

About This Song: This Reggae Polka is about the infamous 18th Century serial murderess Annie Palmer,
a white woman familiar with the Dark Arts.

Artists:
Veronique Chevalier: Lead Vocals * Gee Rabe: Accordion & Steel Pan * Kirk Brundage: Drums
Jann Castor: Sound Design, Voices of The Undertaker & The Devil * Brian Netzley: Bass
Producer: Jann Castor * Arrangement: Veronique Chevalier & Jann Castor
Recording facility/studio(s): Addison Sound/Motion Music Man Studios
Recording Engineer(s): Robert Tepper/Jann Castor

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Devil's Guitar
(US)
Music by Goh Kurosawa and Lyrics by Veronique Chevalier © 2008
Publisher/Performing Rights Organization: Sharp Three Music/BMI * Cyphyre Music LLC/ASCAP

Billy was a lazy bones As lazy as can be
Work was not his way to go He wanted to be free

His goal to be a household name To be a great big star
So how'd he want to find his fame? By playing the guitar

Problem is you can't be great If you don't practice every day
Billy didn't want to wait He wanted it today

The ashes of a burned out store Was what would hold the key
A hidden axe beneath the floor What a discovery!

Chorus:
Lazy Billy best take care
That guitar's not what it seems
Lucifer has set his snare
And snagged you in his schemes
Lazy Billy you might think
That you can get away
But to Hell is where you'll sink
Because the Devil always gets his way!

Billy played all day and night Charts had his name on top
But the thing that gave him frights Was that he could never stop

On and on poor Billy played His fingers bloody stumps
Then he knew he'd been betrayed The Devil always trumps

Chorus:
Lazy Billy so now you know
That you can't bend the rules
Lucifer has got your soul
Welcome to the Barbecue of Fools

Outro:
George's guitar might gently weep
Devil's axe give you the creeps
BB made his Lucille sing
Devil's guitar has got the sting
Guitar Man make girls' knees weak
But the Devil makes them shriek
Eight to the bar The good times roll
'cause now the Devil's got your soul

The Devil's Last Words:
You are mine...

About This Song: A Metal Polka, based on an American yarn about a lazy young man with visions of being a rock star
(polka star?), who is seduced by the preternatural powers of a guitar once belonging to a legendary old
Mississippi blues man- possibly Robert Johnson himself.

Artists:
Goh Kurosawa: Vox, Electric Guitar, Les Stansel Acoustic Guitar, Jerry Jones-built Electric Sitar, Bass & Programming
Jann Castor: Additional Guitars & Sound Design
Producer(s): Goh Kurosawa & Jann Castor * Arrangement: Goh Kurosawa
Recording facility/studio(s): Onigawara Studios/Motion Music Man Studios
Recording Engineer(s) Goh Kurosawa/Jann Castor

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Fisher Bird Girl
(Norway)
Music by Elisabeth Ekornes and Lyrics by Veronique Chevalier © 2008
Publishers/Performing Rights Organizations: EVE Voice Music/ASCAP, TONO * Cyphyre Music LLC/ASCAP

Such an odd girl Birdlike it seems
Dark piecing eyes that haunted men's dreams
She and her mother worked the fishery
To wed her all the young fishermen schemed

Who fathered that Dark Pearl? A mystery
The lads wanted no village girls Only just she
How'd the raven-haired beauty bewitch the crews?
Only the Fisher Birds probably knew

Chorus:
Up from the island And out to the sea
Twelve Fisher Birds swooped and they swirled
On Midsummer's Day there were thirteen
And no sign of the raven-haired girl

If a man wished to win her as his sweet bride
First a great test he'd have to survive
To find her golden ring in the turbulent waves
Then could she wed on Midsummer's Day

But many gave up before even they tried
Fear of the great sea could not be denied
Only one lad dared to try for she'd
Saved him when once he'd washed up on the beach

Chorus:
Up from the island out to the sea
Twelve Fisher Birds swooped and they swirled
On Midsummer's Day there were thirteen
And no sign of the raven-haired girl

She loved the fair lad whose life she'd saved
And also to her his heart was enslaved
The breakers they braved on Midsummer's Day
And found her golden ring in the ocean spray

With ring in hand on the island they wed
With the sky as their witness and rocks for their bed
Their bodies and hearts were now as one
When he woke up his Love Bird was gone

Chorus:
The morning after Midsummer's Day
Twelve Fisher Birds swooped and they swirled
With only some rags left in the dinghy
What became of the raven-haired girl...?

About This Song: This hauntingly Gothic classical waltz is based on
a traditional Norwegian folktale of a strange, enchanted girl who seems to morph into
a Fisher Bird (cormorant) every year on Midsummer Day. Or does she...?

Artists:
Elisabeth Ekornes: Vocals * Jann Castor: Programming,
Producer/Engineer: Jann Castor * Arrangement: Jann Castor
Recording facility/studio: Motion Music Man Studios

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Blank Face Goblins
(Japan)
Music by Kai Kurosawa and Lyrics by Veronique Chevalier © 2008
Publishers/Performing Rights Organizations: Little Wooden Bridge Music/BMI * Cyphyre Music LLC/ASCAP

In the kingdom of Japan Called “The Land Of The Rising Sun”
You’d be wise from dusk to dawn Not to go out solo

On the unwary playing tricks City slickers or plain hicks
Creepy creatures who get kicks Known as the Nopperabo

Chorus:
Blank face goblins have no lips or mouth
They can’t sneeze or drip
Since they haven’t got a snout
For their sockets were left out
No place for eyes
Here’s my tip
Just run like hell and shout!

Who’s there lurking in the night? Some old food peddler – it’s all right
Stop to ask him for a bite His face is missing- Oh No!

Chorus:
Blank face goblins have no lips or mouth
They can’t sneeze or drip
Since they haven’t got a snout
For their sockets were left out
No place for eyes
Here’s my tip
Just run like hell and shout!

There’s a pretty young maiden Sobbing sorrow in the garden
But her tears we thought we’d mention Have no eyes from which to flow

Outro:
You’d be wise from dusk to dawn Not to go out solo...

About This Song: Based on the Japanese legendary Blank Face Goblins (Nopperabo)
who trick unwary passersby who are foolish enough to go out alone at night,
this composition is probably the world’s first Asian Industial Polka!

Artists:
Kai Kurosawa: Warr Guitar, Bass, Taiko Drums, Programming * Mika Bando: Vocals & Vocal Arrangement
Goh Kurosawa: Guitar * Vinny Golia: Shakuhachi & Woodwinds
Producer(s): Kai Kurosawa & Jann Castor * Arrangement: Kai Kurosawa
Recording facility/studio(s): Little Wooden Bridge Studios/Torico Studios
Recording Engineer(s) Kai Kurosawa/Mika Bando

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Strange Faces In The Floor
(Spain)
Music by Goh Kurosawa and Lyrics by Veronique Chevalier © 2008
Publishers/Performing Rights Organizations: Sharp Three Music/BMI * Cyphyre Music LLC/ASCAP

In the world of / ghostly exploring A myst'ry in Belmez Spain
There's a house with haunted flooring That nobody can explain

Nobody (CLAP CLAP CLAP)
Nobody (CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP)
Nobody can explain

One day a girl's face appeared On the surface under foot
That was just the start of the weird Faces that followed suit

Chorus:
No matter how they tried
No one could erase
Faces on the underside
Of that place
Resealing
Each time more and more
What keeps revealing
Strange faces in the floor?

They decided / to excavate Beneath the kitchen floor
Came upon a shocking sight That nobody'd seen before

Nobody (CLAP CLAP CLAP)
Nobody (CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP)
Nobody'd seen before

Lying within their earthly bed Many sets of human bones
Skeletons without a head Identities unknown

Chorus:
No matter how they tried
No one could erase
The faces on the underside
Of that place
Resealing
Each time more and more
What oh what keeps revealing
Strange faces in the floor?

Outro:
Nobody Nobody Nobody can explain
Nobody Nobody Nobody can explain

About This Song: A recounting of the eerie appearance of depictions of faces on the kitchen floor of
Spain's most-haunted house, located in Belmez, this waltz incorporates Bulerias (a 12 beat flamenco form),
as well as traditional palmeros (hand-clapping patterns).

Artists:
Goh Kurosawa: Electric Guitar, Les Stansel Acoustic Guitar, Jerry Jones-built Electric Sitar, Bass & Programming
Veronique Chevalier: Lead Vocals * Jann Castor: Strange Voices & Sound Design
Producer(s): Goh Kurosawa & Jann Castor * Vocal & Musical Arrangements: Goh Kurosawa
Recording facility/studio(s): Onigawara Studios/Motion Music Man Studios
Recording Engineer(s): Goh Kurosawa/Jann Castor

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Kalkajaka Polka
(Australia)
Music by Jann Castor and Lyrics by Veronique Chevalier © 2008
Publishers/Performing Rights Organizations: Jann Castor Music/ASCAP * Cyphyre Music LLC/ASCAP

There is Black Mountain Off in Australia
Way outback in Queensland Filled with deep caverns
Chockfull of beasties Crawlies and creepies
No one gets out alive

Chorus:
Kalkajaka
Your Dreamtime creation
Kalkajaka
The fear of our damnation
Kalkajaka
Stone heap of lost souls
Kalkajaka
The boulders rock and roll

Once was a shaman Struck down by lightning
His blackened remains Now stalking the range
He's haunting the grounds Waits for you to go down
Go on run for your life

Chorus:
Kalkajaka
Means the Place Of The Spear
Kalkajaka
Symbol of grave fear
Kalkajaka
Spooks do a crazy dance
Kalkajaka
A polka has no chance...

About This Song: Black Mountain (known as Kalkajaka by the Aborginals) in the outback of
Queensland, Australia, has a long history of unexplained phenomena and sightings of
strange apparitions, dating from pre-history up until today.

Artist Info:
Jann Castor: Lead Vocals, Chanting, Tribal Drums, Dijeridu, Programming, Sound Design
Producer/Engineer: Jann Castor * Arrangement: Jann Castor
Recording facility/studio: Motion Music Man Studios

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Full Moon Face Off
(Werewolf Lore)
Music by Alex Meixner and Lyrics by Veronique Chevalier © 2008
Publishers/Performing Rights Organizations: Meixner Music/BMI * Cyphyre Music LLC/ASCAP

Full moon spinning room
Never thought you'd fall
Heart is flipping
Thoughts are skipping
As the werewolves call

Full moon full of doom
Feeling scared and small
Chest is heaving
Life is leaving
This is your last call

Repeats once then trails off, into eerie silence...

About This Song: Taking inspiration from werewolf lore, this Gypsy Polka
serves as a sonic illustration of what could happen late at night to anyone foolhardy enough
to venture out unaccompanied during the wrong portion of the lunar cycle.

Artists:
Alex Meixner: Siwa-Figli Super Cobra Elegant Accordion, Electric Bass * Lili Haydn: Vintage 1827 French Violin
Jann Castor: Vocals & Sound Design * Jon Asbath: Guitar
Producer: Jann Castor * Arrangement: Alex Meixner
Recording facility/studio(s): Sleepy Weasel Studios #2/Lililand Studios/Motion Music Man Studios
Jon Asbath/Lili Haydn/Jann Castor: Recording Engineer(s)

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Polka Haunt Us
by Jann Castor © 2008Publisher/Performing Rights Organization: Jann Castor Music/ASCAP

About This Song: Not so much a song as a sonic monster. Don't listen to this one alone in the dark!

Artists:
Veronique Chevalier: Vocals * Jann Castor: Vocals, Programming
Producer/Engineer: Jann Castor * Sound Design: Jann Castor
Recording facility/studio: Motion Music Man Studios

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Vampire Surprise (Bonus Track)
(Transylvania)
Music by Jann Castor and Lyrics by Veronique Chevalier © 2007
Publishers/Performing Rights Organizations: Jann Castor Music/ASCAP * Cyphyre Music LLC/ASCAP

Back in the Old Country Where I learned to cook
Recipes they taught me Didn't come from any book
Dishes so tasty Ranged from "A" to "Z" but
The greatest ingredient Started with a "G"

Chorus:
Garlic with a "G"
Fried or fricasseed
Keep it next to me
Potent Potpourri
Seasoning and spice
With a taste so nice
Has healthy bite–BUT…..!
The greatest thing of all IS….!
That it extends your life!

Cooking one moonlit night I heard a creepy creepy sound
Tried to find a wooden "stake" But a T-bone was all I found
Didn't have a silver bullet 'Cause I don't pack a gun
Had to grab some garlic So I'd live to see the sun

Chorus:
Garlic with a "G"
Fried or fricasseed
Keep it next to me
Potent Potpourri
Seasoning and spice
With a taste so nice
Has healthy bite–BUT…..!
The greatest thing of all IS….!
That it extends your life!

Bridge:
Let the werewolves howl and bay
But if you display a garlic lei
You will make it through the night
Give Nosferatu a fright

Love to try new recipes And serve them to my guests
They like my dinner parties for They know my food's the best
Doesn't take much money To make all this stuff

Chorus:
Garlic with a "G"
Fried or fricasseed
Keep it next to me
Potent Potpourri
Seasoning and spice
With a taste so nice
Has healthy bite–BUT…..!
The greatest thing of all IS….!
That it extends your life!

Bridge:
You can keep your fancy flavors
I found the one for me
Yes, the garlic is our savior
And Dracula is history

Spoken Word:
Hey Count, have you a cold or are you just "coffin"?
Which gang are you in- Bloods or Crypts? Ha Ha!
Who's your orthodontist? Jack the Ripper?
Hey, Drac, at a séance, do you go into a Trance-sylvania?
Fang you for the memories, Old Toothy!
That's Garlic with a "G"

About This Song: How a resourceful cook can turn the tables on those pesky Tranysylvanian blood-suckers.

Artists:
Veronique Chevalier: Vocals * Jann Castor: Programming
Producer/Engineer: Jann Castor * Arrangement: Jann Castor
Recording facility/studio: Motion Music Man Studios

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