Who exactly was shot in front of the Chelsea?

Oompa Loompa doompety do

Pretty much everything I've ever heard by the Moody Blues gives me the heebie jeebies, except Knights in White Satin (oddly enough).

I heard Ray Stevens' "The Streak" on the radio the other day, and was so creeped out that I couldn't stop listening. That ridiculous canned laughter, the redneck interjections, 3/4 of which I can't even understand...brrrrrr.

Mike Greenlees wrote:I heard Ray Stevens' "The Streak" on the radio the other day, and was so creeped out that I couldn't stop listening. That ridiculous canned laughter, the redneck interjections, 3/4 of which I can't even understand...brrrrrr.

I heard this on the radio recently, too, and it was much more disconcerting than I remembered.

Anything with the word "sexy" in it.

Rod Stewart's "Da Ya Think I'm Sexy."

"Sexy Eyes" by Dr. Hook.

Come to think of it, the Pointer Sisters' "Slowhand," too.

My second grade self found these songs more than a little unsettling whenever the roller rink DJ turned down the lights and put one of them on.

"Tomorrow Never Knows" by the Beatles creeped my 8 year old self right out. All that crazy background noise that sounds like demons laughing. Had me hiding under my blankets afraid to turn the radio off...

Bump.

This would have to be the song Gene Wilder sings when the boat goes through the tunnel and things get really wild in the original Willy Wonka movie.

A little existential for the kids.

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"Mexican Radio" - Wall of Voodoo

The Radiator song from "Eraserhead". In heavennnn everything is finnnnee!

That scared the shit out of me when my sadistic uncle let me watch the movie!

That was the same day I watched "american werewolf in london" and got my first hardon whilst listening to "moondance"!

lars wrote:Anything with the word "sexy" in it.

Rod Stewart's "Da Ya Think I'm Sexy."

Carmine Appice plays drums in the video, which I find creepier than the actual song (which I love)

"Nights In White Satin" used to creep me out as a kid, so I am the Anti-Greenlees, I suppose.

When my mom first moved into her apartment, I was given the responsibility of caulking the baseboards and small prep duties like that. With one bare lightbulb hanging above me, I caulked for about 4 hours one night, listening to the soundtrack to 2001: A Space Odyssey on my walkman.

The Ligeti stuff creeps me every time, but I figured, "there's nothing spooky about this place...WAIT WHAT THE HELL IS THAT OUTSIDE?!?"

I succeeded in scaring myself so thoroughly that I jumped about 5 feet in the air when my mom came back, and tapped me on the shoulder to let me know she was there.