THE
FRANKY VALENTYN PROJECT
Gothic Horror
I grew up watching horror movies…lots of them. I was enthralled with the schlock horror of the Hammer movies. They were so B grade, but also leaving a huge mark on our psyche. A "semi" true story about personal experience, was it all in a dream? The major musical influences I had when I was younger such as Rick Wakeman, Yes, Stravinsky, Wagner etc, play a big part in the construction of this piece. Sung by the amazing Ben Craven.
Ben Craven: Lead Vocals
Wendy Angel: Lead Vocals and Backing Vocals
Teresa LaRoca: Lead Vocals
Jacqui Edgecombe: Cello
Taras: Harp
Robert Forbes: Thereman
Jane Cox: Spoken Word
Franky Valentyn: Backing Vocals, Piano, Mini Moog, M Tron, Bass, Drums, Acoustic and Electric Guitars, Flute.
You sit all alone in your room late at night
A flickering TV your worlds only light
Movies of Horror from days black and white
Heighten your fear of those bumps in the night
Drift to that place between sleep and awake
Where dreams can't control what is real what is fake
The air it grows colder, the TV goes black
You feel that your sanities under attack
Suddenly lost in a room you don’t know
In mazes of shadows in candle lit glow
Panic ignites, you run for the door
But your feet are so heavy they won’t leave the floor
Your breath starts to shorten, your body grows weak
Too scared to scream, way too frightened to speak
The room starts to spin, you can't move or feel
A nightmare in motion, this cannot be real
Gothic horror, Turns your blood cold, takes your breath away
Hammer Horror, make your skin crawl, make it go away…
Hell only knows of the horrors not seen
Or the monsters that lurk in the corners of dreams
Caught in this limbo ‘tween heaven and hell
There’s no sense of reason, no sight, touch or smell
Something’s behind you, its there on the stairs
You find yourself trapped in the bind of its glare
Realized you’re where fear and evil collide
When the end is upon you, there's no-where to hide
You waken to find it’s not all that it seems
Descending to hell was just all in a dream
But soon as you’re feeling safe in your cocoon
You suddenly realize you’ve spoken too soon
Feel it behind you, you know that it's there
Its breath on your neck, and its hand in your hair
Collapse to the ground as you draw your last breath
Those bumps in the night, they can scare you to death