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The Ghost of John
00:53
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No Moon at All
04:14
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No moon at all, what a night
Even lightnin' bugs have dimmed their lights
Stars have disappeared from sight
And there's no moon at all
Don't make a sound, it's so dark
Even Fido is afraid to bark
Such a perfect chance to park
And there's no moon at all
Should we want atmosphere
For inspiration, dear
One kiss will make it clear
That tonight is right and bright moonlight might interfere
No moon at all up above
This is nothin' like they told us of
Just to think we fell in love
And there's no moon at all
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I Put a Spell on You
04:14
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I put a spell on you
Because you're mine
You better stop the things you're doin'
I ain't lyin'
No I ain't lyin'
You know I can't stand it
The way you're always runnin' around
You know I can't stand it
The way you put me down
I put a spell on you
Because you're mine
You better stop the things you're doin'
I ain't lyin'
No I ain't lyin'
I love you
I love you
I love you anyhow
I don't care if you don't want me
I'm yours right now
I put a spell on you
Because you're mine
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Bell Weather
00:48
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Witchcraft
06:51
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Those fingers in my hair
That sly come hither stare
That strips my conscience bare
It's witchcraft
And I've got no defense for it
The heat is too intense for it
What good would common sense for it do?
'Cause it's witchcraft
Wicked witchcraft
And although I know it's strictly taboo
When you arouse the need in me
My heart says yes indeed in me
Proceed with what you're leading me to
It's such an ancient pitch
But one I'd never switch
'Cause there's no nicer witch than you
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Reckoning
00:40
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St. James Infirmary
06:31
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I went down to the St. James Infirmary
I saw my baby there
She was stretched out on a long white table
So sweet, so cool, so fair
Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever she may be
She can look this whole wide world over
She'll never find a one as sweet as me
When I die, please bury me in straight-lace shoes
A box-back suit and a Stetson hat
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So the boys'll know I died standin' pat
I want six crapshooters for pallbearers
And a chorus girl to sing me a song
Put a jazz band on my hearse wagon
They can raise hell as I roll along
Roll out your rubber-tired carriage
Roll out your old timey hat
They'll be twelve men going to the graveyard
And eleven comin' back
Oh now that I've told my story
Please buy me another shot of booze
And if anyone should ask you
Tell ‘me I've got those St. James Infirmary Blues
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9. |
The Hollow
01:01
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10. |
Ghost Town
04:59
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This town is becomin' like a ghost town
All the clubs are bein' closed down
This place is becomin' like a ghost town
Bands won't play no more
Too much fighting on the dance floor
Do you remember the good old days before the ghost town?
We danced and sang and the music played in our dear boom town
This town is becomin' like a ghost town
All the clubs are bein' closed down
This place is becomin' like a ghost town
Can't go on no more
All the people are getting angry
This town is becomin' like a ghost town
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Monstermash
00:46
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12. |
That Old Black Magic
06:49
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Old black magic has me in its spell
That old black magic that you weave so well
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
The same old witch craft when your eyes meet mine
That same old tingle that I feel inside
And then the elevator starts its ride
Down and down I go
Round and round I go
Like a leaf that's caught in the tide
I should stay away but what can I do
I hear your name and I'm aflame
Aflame with such a burning desire
That only your kiss can put out the fire
Oh you're the lover I've been waiting for
You're the mate that fate had me created for
And every time your lips meet mine
Baby down and down I go
Round and round I go
In a spin, lovin' the spin I'm in
Lovin' the old black magic called love
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The Ghost of Jane
03:51
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Have you seen the ghost of John?
Long white bones with the skin all gone
Ooooooooo
Ooooooooo
Wouldn't it be chilly with no skin on?
Have you seen the ghost of Jane?
Face twisted in a mask of pain
Ooooooooo
You'd look funny too with an axe in your brain
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