Kreep’s Korner : Alien
By: Brazilla R. Kreep |
Wednesday August 13, 2008 |
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Sometimes the scariest things come from within |
| 1979 was a particularly stellar year for galactic outer space horror film fare. At the time, super clean vessels were exploring space-the finale frontier-packed with clean-cut crews wearing brightly colored spandex uniforms, and no bathrooms in sight. And space monsters were mostly shag carpeting and saliva free. Three years after Star Wars rocked the sci-fi landscape, another type of science fiction was about to creep us out so badly that many movie patron's stood in the lobby until the final credits rolled. From the brilliant minds of director Ridley Scott (Blade Runner) and screenwriter Dan O'Bannon (Total Recall) came this dark Gothic tale about a mining ship, sent to investigate an SOS, docs on a distant star to discover an alien life form. Alien has a great script, a great director, a great cast, and above all a great monster from the creative abyss of fine artist H. R. Giger. This highly imitated original sci-fi thriller is still one of the best. In Space No One Can Hear You Scream Please forgive me whilst I whisper Something dreadful's in the dark Monster from another planet Flesh digested foreign shark Hides within the ship's veneer Teeth t'grind it doth appear Oh… this dreadful abomination Wants t'munch on me like bacon As I crawl on belly aching Pray thee lord my soul for taking How I wish we stayed the course Now the dead have much remorse Docked to check an SOS Deep in space how we digress Oddest place I've ever been Heinous ship drones steady din Saw such things t'say oh-no We're not in Kansas anymore, Toto Now this thing is on the loose Back t'earth we must vamoose Acid spitting jaws in jaws Greedy as it gnaws n' gnaws Whips its tail into the air Cuts out throats devoid of err Incubates within thy chest Pops out an unwanted guest Hunts n' eats n' breeds n' then Begins the cycle all again Awful hideous most bizarre Might I live my lucky star? Shhhhh, Now I hear it crawling near Sopping Soaking Stinking fear How I loath this ain't no dream In space, no one can hear you scream |
