The true, gruesome story of Edward "Ed" Gein and his corrupt mother, possibly driving him to dig up bodies and killing women to decorate his home with their bodyparts. Music by the death-metal band Macabre! :)
These Macabre campfire songs are so good, especially with the drawings. I just want to sing them with my friends around a bonfire at night in the deepest, creepiest patch of wilderness we can find.
A long time ago in Wisconsin There was four in the family, whose name was the Geins They were shunning the city with the birth of their two born The Mother just hated all of the boozing whores There'll be Gein wear that's made of embalmed ladies A heart in a frying pan and lips on a string Some scraps and fats and skeletons and sure as you're born The ugliest of all was the oozing corpse Now Mom's seen some sinning and it gave her pain She said in fact, I'm going to make it change She said hey Father know what, I'll tell you what to do To Plainfield we're going to move Ed gets some of the Gein wear that's made of embalmed ladies A head in a burlap sack and lips on a string Some scraps and fats and skeletons and sure as you're born The ugliest of all was the oozing corpse Then no one was there with Ed all alone He was digging up graves in the dark, just as his brain started going He bought books on cannibals and sex changes too And he called out, as he read through Hey Mom, I got your Gein wear that's made of embalmed ladies A heart in a frying pan and lips on a string Mother cried loath the whores in Ed's brain was soaring And he just would make things from an old woman's corpse When no one was out Ed was robbing graves Taking home the bodies, playing silly games Sticking and slashing when his brain was soar All those willing gruesome whores They'll be Gein wear that's made of embalmed ladies A head in a burlap sack and lips on a string Some scraps and fats and skeletons and sure as you're born The ugliest of all was the oozing corpse Corpse art sort of soothing, but drifting with the time Two women looked much like his Mom so they died The authorities came around and escorted him away And that's why he'd never see another corpse to this very day You'll see Gein wear that's made of embalmed ladies A heart in a frying pan and lips on a string Some scraps and fats and skeletons and sure as you're born The ugliest of all was the oozing corpse
This is based on an Irish song about why their are no unicorns. My mother liked that song, and used to play it when I was a kid. I got this ep, and thought this song sounded strangely familiar. Then it clicked. Fantastic.
These videos are great! I wish that you could do a series of children's books with the lyrics from the songs and your drawings! Great stocking stuffers at Xmas time!
Just a note..... the "Heart in the frying pan" was a sensational headline that held no merit..... sounded good though... although the lampshade and chair binding were real.
Holy shit I love this! XD Ed Gein was a sick and creepy dude. The drawings are fucking awesome. Are you the same person the drew and posted "The Killers" on Deviantart??? Cuz holy shit I love that drawing.
As for official stuff, I don't know yet, but I hope they wanna work with me again in the future! Until then, I have their blessing to keep making fanvids like this one too though. :)
Of course it has no flavor,silly goose! That's why you need to let it sit in a flavorful marinade overnight! Just let all of those sweet and tangy juices soak up into the meat... that's right,mmmmm good!
I like the tune, but not the words. However, the tune sounds identical to "The Unicorn Song" by the Irish Rovers but I can tell that the words are spooners.
A long time ago in Wisconsin There was four in the family, whose name was the Geins They were shunning the city with the birth of their two born The Mother just hated all of the boozing whores There'll be Gein wear that's made of embalmed ladies A heart in a frying pan and lips on a string Some scraps and fats and skeletons and sure as you're born The ugliest of all was the oozing corpse Now Mom's seen some sinning and it gave her pain She said in fact, I'm going to make it change She said hey Father know what, I'll tell you what to do To Plainfield we're going to move Ed gets some of the Gein wear that's made of embalmed ladies A head in a burlap sack and lips on a string Some scraps and fats and skeletons and sure as you're born The ugliest of all was the oozing corpse Then no one was there with Ed all alone He was digging up graves in the dark, just as his brain started going He bought books on cannibals and sex changes too And he called out, as he read through Hey Mom, I got your Gein wear that's made of embalmed ladies A heart in a frying pan and lips on a string Mother cried loath the whores in Ed's brain was soaring And he just would make things from an old woman's corpse
