“Riders on the Storm” The Doors

 Luis Ricardo Falero 1880

Riders on the storm.

Riders on the storm.

Into this house were born.

Into this world were thrown.

Like a dog without a bone,

An actor out on loan.

Riders on the storm.

Theres a killer on the road,

His brain is squirmin like a toad.

Take a long holiday,

Let your children play.

If ya give this man a ride,

Sweet family will die.

Killer on the road, yeah.

Girl ya gotta love your man.

Girl ya gotta love your man.

Take him by the hand,

Make him understand.

The world on you depends,

Our life will never end.

Gotta love your man, yeah.

Wow!

Riders on the storm.

Riders on the storm.

Into this house were born.

Into this world were thrown.

Like a dog without a bone,

An actor out alone.

Riders on the storm.

Riders on the storm.

Riders on the storm.

Riders on the storm.

Riders on the storm.

Riders on the storm.

"Ghost Riders in the Sky" by Stan Jones ©1948

The Wildhunt by P.N. Arbo 1872

An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day,

Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way.

When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw,

A-plowing through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw.

Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel.

Their horns were black and shiny and their hot breath he could feel.

A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky.

For he saw the Riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry.

Yippie yi Ohhhhh.

Yippie yi yaaaaay.

Ghost Riders in the sky.

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat.

He's riding hard to catch that herd but he ain't caught 'em yet.

'Cause they've got to ride forever, on that range up in the sky.

On horses snorting fire, as they ride on hear their cry.

Yippie yi Ohhhhh.

Yippie yi yaaaaay.

Ghost Riders in the sky.

As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name;

“If you want to save your soul from Hell, a-riding on our range.

Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride.

Trying to catch the Devil's herd, across these endless skies.”

Yippie yi Ohhhhh.

Yippie yi yaaaaay.

Ghost Riders in the sky.

Ghost Riders in the sky.

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A Little Humour for Halloween

This is a true story and it took place only a couple of years ago.

It was a weekend and I was at home preparing my house for our Hallowtide gathering. One of my fellow members of the Hearth of the Turning Wheel was staying the weekend with me and helping to sort out our ritual equipment.

We had amongst this equipment the Hearth totems and one of these is a “haremask,” which is the facial skin of a hare complete with fur and ears. This "mask" was tied to a rabbit skin by leather thronging and looked rather like a glove puppet.

While we were chatting we heard a knock at the door and I, expecting other Hearth members; swung back the front door while remaining hidden behind it, extended my arm with the hare puppet on it and shouted; “Happy Halloween!”

There was complete silence. I stepped out from behind the door expecting to see our other Hearth members but no. Instead I found a Jehovah’s Witness, as white as a sheet.

William Shakespeare "As You Like It" Act IV Scene 2

Herne the Hunter by George Cruikshank

"What shall he have that kill'd the deer?

His leather skin and horns to wear.

Then sing him home:

(The rest shall bear this burden.)

Take thou no scorn to wear the horn,

It was a crest ere thou wast born.

Thy father's father wore it,

And thy father bore it;

The horn, the horn, the lusty horn,

Is not a thing to laugh to scorn."