BRIDE OF THE MONSTER

A columnist for a newspaper in New Jersey, Jeff Grimshaw, e-mailed me one day and asked if I’ve ever heard of Ed Wood. He also asked if I’ve ever seen the movie “Bride of the Monster” specifically. This was a while back and all I could find was a VHS copy selling on the interwebz for some odd dollars. A few weeks later, I received the movie, watched it, and promptly recorded a 4minute 1second song that received airplay on WFMU by Irwin Chusid. Re-recorded it some years later with Wolf Carr supplying extra vocals and Gary Reynolds giving it a Beatles mix. Both versions are available for free download below.

DOWNLOAD ORIGINAL HERE: Bride of the Monster (original)
DOWNLOAD NEW VERSION HERE: Bride of the Monster (new)

LYRICS FOR BRIDE OF THE MONSTER

As you can see
The town is seeming a bit empty
Can’t figure it out
Where twelve have gone in the past three months

Pretty poor Miss Lawton
Snooping the swamp for a look around
Officer Kelton
Hmmm was he ever found

And so we ask you now
Do you believe in a monster

Bride of the monster
Dr. Varnoff ought to get a life
Ed Wood’s desire
We always laughed although that’s not what’s tried
Bride of the atom
Some more Atomic Supermen they need
Bride of the monster
You are tired very tired

As you can tell
Professor Strowski seems a bit well
Can’t figure it out
But he seemed to know what Lake Marsh is about

Poor Mr. Strowski
Attacked by a rubber thingie
The swamp flames up
Willow Place is going down

And so we ask you now
Do you believe in a monster

Bride of the monster
That’s when Janet caught Lobo’s eye
Professor Strowski
I think you’ll be another homicide
Dr. Varnoff
Believe or not he needs some lovin’ too
Bride of the monster
Oh you are tired very very tired

Home (home)
That was always where Varnoff wanted to be
Please (please)
He just wants to be
Bride (bride)
Understand that’s what mattered
Love (love)
The thing a monster needs

Bride of the monster
What a kooky kooky kind of guy
Willow type-Manor
What nasty weather comes most every night
A happy trigger
Oh our Lobo’s in a lot of pain
Ed Wood’s desire
He tampered in God’s domain