NIGHTMARE IN RED (1980 recording)
This one is a bit dark. Abiout your local friendly serial killer....
Cyrus is a singer-songwriter from India who has been writing lyrics and music for over four decades.
Story behind the song
Written in '76, this was recorded in 1980 on a reel to reel tape drive, then transferred onto cassette and converted to MP3 only recently.
Lyrics
NIGHTMARE IN RED
And this girl with the blonde hair in shiny red raincoat
He'd followed in silent but desperate chase,
Had never turned round once, but he hoped that she looked good:
For, somehow, he just had to look at her face…
Through roads and dark alleys, but always this dark night-
His mad world of nightmare had never known light-
And all was deep silence, except for the sound
Of her click-clacking high-heels, a-covering ground…
She walked on in darkness, her gait was inviting
The shadow behind her, who was even now fighting
The beast that took over his mind and was tearing
His lips drawn back over teeth he was baring…
Her walk turns to hurrying, he can tell by the sound,
As he reaches the corner and races around,
She hears him behind her, her heart starts to pound,
But her shoes have turned traitor- she falls to the ground…
He sees her there lying alone in the rain-
She sees him and scrambles to get up again!
He sees her blind terror - his heart starts to race,
And he knows that he just has to touch her face…
There are tears in his eyes, as he reaches out-
There's a smile on his face, but no sound from his mouth-
She sinks her teeth into the arm of his coat
As she feels his fingers encircle her throat…
Warm blood on his hands, and he looks down, amazed!
But sees only red through this terrible haze-
You bit me, you bitch! he cries out in pain,
As he smashes her face, again and again
And again and again and again and again
And again and again and again…
Newspapers scream: the toll rises to four
Young girls in a month, and how many more?
Cop on the case in an interview notes
That this guy has a thing for young blondes in raincoats…
And this girl with the blonde hair in the shiny black raincoat
He'd followed in silent, but desperate chase,
Had never turned round once, but he hoped that she looked good-
For, somehow, he just had to look at her face…
