Trick or Threat

Halloween has its origins in the ancient Celtic festival known as Samhain. The festival of Samhain is a celebration of the end of the harvest season in Gaelicc culture, and is sometimes regarded as the "Celtic New Year". Traditionally, the festival was a time used by the ancient Celtic pagans to take stock of supplies and slaughter livestock for winter stores. The ancient Gaels believed that on October 31, now known as Halloween, the boundary between the alive and the deceased dissolved, and the dead become dangerous for the living by causing problems such as sickness or damaged crops. The festivals would frequently involve bonfires, into which bones of slaughtered livestock were thrown. Costumes and masks were also worn at the festivals in an attempt to mimic the evil spirits or placate them.

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Have a scary, dark, creepy, doomed, wounded...

and great

HALLOWEEN!!!

Da Roda dos Tostões

Clambering men in big bad boots

Dug up my den, dug up my roots

Treated us like plasticine town

They built us up and knocked us down

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From meccano to legoland

Here they come with a brick in their hand

Men with heads filled up with sand

Its build

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Its build a house where we can stay

Add a new bit everyday

Its build a road for us to cross

Build us lots and lots and lots and lots and lots

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Whistling men in yellow vans

They can and drew us diagrams

Showed us how it all worked it out

And wrote it down in case of doubt

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Slow, slow, quick, quick, quick

Its wall to wall and brick to brick

They work so fast it makes you sickI

ts build

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Its build a house where we can stay

Add a new bit everyday

Its build a road for us to cross

Build us lots and lots and lots and lots and lots

Its build

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Down with sticks and up with bricks

In with boots and up with roots

Its in with suits and new recruits

Its build
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- Housemartins -

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R.I.P.

"(...) Morte! Misteriosa e soturna amiga da fraca humanidade! Porquê, entre todos os mortais, me negas o teu seio protector? Ah, ter a paz da cova! O profundo silêncio do túmulo inviolável! Onde o pensamento cessasse de me atormentar o cérebro e o meu coração deixasse de bater por emoções que são apenas novas formas de tristeza! (...)"

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- Mary Shelley -

(Contos Góticos; O Mortal Imortal)