Feast On Brains

To the tune of You're So Vain by Carly Simon

You limped in from the wasteland and so we fired a warning shot

Our men strategically hid just out of sight

Tryin' hard not to be caught

You had one eye in your sockets and you smelled of death and rot

And all the ghouls screamed, they're crazed by the hunger

Crazed by the hunger, they'd…

Feast on brains, gobble up as much as you can chew

Feast on brains,

OM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM OM NOM

OM NOM, OM NOM

We hacked your severed limbs right off and you didn't even bleed

Well we shot at their heads but they were not scared

They just kept on approaching

But I stood my ground and as I died I watched the others flee

Now I'm so hungry, for guts in my gullet

Guts in my gullet, and I…

Feast on brains, gobble up as much as you can chew

Feast on brains,

OM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM OM NOM

OM NOM, OM NOM

Now I'm so hungry, for guts in my gullet

Guts in my gullet, and I…

Feast on brains, gobble up as much as you can chew

Feast on brains,

OM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM OM NOM

OM NOM, OM NOM

Well I shambled along with the zombie horde, joined in our hunger as one

Then we stormed the reinforced encampment

To eat the holdout remaining humans

Well we savored each bite as they died

And all the parts that remained

Moved and stood upright, they're infected zombies

Infected zombies, who…

Feast on brains, gobble up as much as you can chew

Feast on brains,

OM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM OM NOM

OM NOM, OM NOM OM NOM

Feast on brains,

OM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM OM NOM

OM NOM, OM NOM

Feast on brains,

OM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM OM NOM

OM NOM, OM NOM

I don't know who the original is about, but this one is about a zombie.

I Saw Mommy Biting Santa Claus

To the tune of I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus by Tommie Connor

Slick red stains on the fireplace

Little Johnny's scared, see how he shivers and he shakes

For Johnny's witnessed horrors such as he should never bear

He vomits milk and cookies and he rips out all his hair

I saw mommy biting Santa Claus

Undead teeth rent flesh and bone last night

She became a horrid freak and seized him with a shriek

He fought back but she was too strong, the outcome was so bleak

Then I saw mommy thrill-kill Santa Claus

Hunger made her take the old man's life

While she scarfed his bloody spleen, I wished that I'd never seen

Mommy biting Santa Claus last night

This may be the most disturbing thing I've ever written. Yes, I'm quite proud of myself. Merry Christmas, bitches!

Back in 2010 & new update days

Hey everyone,

I'll be firing up this blog again starting in 2010, updating regularly on Tuesdays and Fridays. January 5th will be the date of the next regular post.

There might be something gory and disturbing in your stocking if you were a very good zombie and ate lots of brains this year. And by that I mean I couldn't go without zombifying a Christmas song!

May the winter holiday of your choice bring you happiness.

Brains,

~ Dave

We're Craving Brains Again

To the tune of Here Comes The Rain Again by Eurythmics

We're craving brains again

Gnawing on your head, so savory

Gnawing on your head like a crude compulsion

I want to suck on your broken shin

I want to snack on ravaged wounds

I want to split open your noggin

And start feeding on you

So hungry, need your brains

For zombie food

Indeed your brains

Are zombie food

Need your brains

For zombie food

We're craving brains again

Gnawing on your head spasmodically

Tearing you apart like a crude compulsion

I want to chew on your broken shin

I want to drink from ravaged wounds

I want to split open your noggin

And start feeding on you

So hungry, need your brains

For zombie food

Indeed your brains

Are zombie food

Need your brains

For zombie food

So hungry, need your brains

For zombie food

We're craving brains again

Gnawing on your head, so savory

Gnawing on your head like a crude compulsion

(craving brains again, craving brains again)

I want to suck on your broken shin

I want to snack on ravaged wounds

I want to split open your noggin

And start feeding on you

True story: in 1989, the Eurythmics' career was eaten by zombies. Also, I have a thing for Annie Lennox.

Maybe I'll Eat Your Brain

To the tune of Baby I love Your Way by Peter Frampton

Skin pulled off upon your demise

And we're slurping the hemorrhage

Greedily I take another bite

Matter grey, is so pretty

We're zombie clichés, our hunger won't abate

Ooh maybe I'll eat your brain

Gonna kill you then eat your brain

Wanna make your skull my buffet

Human fears I'll dine upon his eye

Posthumous, he will arise

Hunt them down and then upon them dine, dine, dine

The population is in decline

We're zombie clichés, our hunger won't abate

Ooh maybe I'll eat your brain

Gonna kill you then eat your brain

Wanna make your skull my buffet

We're zombie clichés, our hunger won't abate

I sunk my bicuspid in your thighs

Gnawed up bones, chewed insides

Guts unraveled, intestines undone

It's a bit messy but appeasin'

We're zombie clichés, our hunger won't abate

Ooh maybe I'll eat your brain

Gonna kill you then eat your brain

Wanna make your skull my buffet

Ooh maybe I'll eat your brain

Did you think the album "Frampton Comes Alive" refers to a live concert? NO! It was about him coming back from the dead as a zombie. Yes, really. His album "Rise Up" had nothing to do with crawling out of a grave though.

	Peter Frampton - Baby I Love Your Way (Acoustic)
	Found at skreemr.com

Re: Your Brains

No, I didn't do a zombie version of a zombie song, redundancy ain't my thing. But, in lieu of new posts this week, here's a funny video I put together a couple of Halloweens ago, set to the music of the talented Jonathan Coulton, who I will hopefully be able to see perform at PAX on Saturday.

Off this week, back from the dead on the 7th

Sorry folks, no new posts this week, I'll be back on Monday, Sept 7th with new material. If you're going to PAX, look for the guy in the Zombaritaville shirt!

In the meantime, enjoy this classic: Zombie Vs. Shark, from Lucio Fulci's Zombi 2.

Be My Zombie

To the tune of Stand By Me, by Ben E. King

When your limbs are numb
And you've lost that spark
And you groan and are always quite hungry
No I won't run away
No I won't run away
It's not wrong, if you'll be my zombie

And snarling, snarling, be my zombie
Oh now be my zombie
Oh be my zombie, my zombie

If it's brains, that you feast upon
And you shamble and crawl
And your skin is all rotten and turns green
I won't fire, I won't fire
No I won't shoot you, dear
It's not wrong, if you'll be my zombie

And snarling, snarling, be my zombie
Oh now, be my zombie
Oh be my zombie, my zombie

So snarling, snarling, be my zombie
Oh now, be my zombie
Oh be now, my zombie, my zombie

When you're resurrected won't you be my zombie
Oh now, be my zombie
Oh won't you be my zombie, my zombie

I genuinely love this song, I have no snarky comment to add. It's a beautiful piece of art, and I probably shouldn't have made a zombie parody of it, but I did, so there.