Outage.

So, am I the only one who spent the last fifteen minutes refreshing status.livejournal.org over and over and over? Or, for that matter, the four tabs of LJ I had open at the time?

Actually...

[Poll #1311852]

o.O

I have no idea why, but Late Lament (the spoken word part of Nights in White Satin) and Thriller always seem to kind of blend together whenever I hear either song. Which is odd, because really? They don't sound at all similar. The songs they're in are completely different. THERE IS NO SENSIBLE REASON FOR THEM TO DO IT.

But still they do.

The result, in my head at least, is typically something like this:

Breathe deep the gathering gloom
Watch lights fade from every room
Darkness falls across the land,
The midnight hour is close at hand
Bedsitter people look back and lament
Another day's useless energy spent
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorise your neighborhood

Impassioned lovers wrestle as one,
Lonely man cries for love and has none
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell,
And rot inside a corpse's shell
New mother picks up and suckles her son,
Senior citizens wish they were young
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom

Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colors from our sight
Red is grey and yellow white,
But we decide which is right
And which is an illusion
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller

I should add something terribly clever here, I suppose, but I'm far too busy devising a way to stare in puzzlement at my own mind.