Monster Music

Monster stories are embedded in the folklore of people everywhere. At times, monster legends make their way into songs. In September 1952, the Flatwoods Monster appeared in the small town of Flatwoods, West Virginia. The strange creature “looked worse than Frankenstein” according to eyewitness Kathleen May. Gene Lemon, also an eyewitness, said the creature had a “blood-red face and a green body that seemed to glow.” Further descriptions indicate the being was man-shaped, with an over-sized fiery-orange head; it had protruding eyes that cast beams of light; its body was dark green; it had small claw-like hands extending from the front of its body. Additional oddities included a shield behind its head in the shape of an ace of spades. The lower portion of the monster’s “clothes” hung down in folds and looked like a “pleated metallic skirt.” The strange being seemingly “duck walked” and appeared to float with bouncing motions.

Tales of the monster filled Braxton County, West Virginia airwaves on local radio. Cindy Coy performed the following song:

One evenin’ in Flatwoods a mother and her boys

Saw a great light and heard a great noise.

They ran to the hilltop, didn’t know what they feared,

It was then that the Phantom appeared.

(chorus)

Oh, Phantom of Flatwoods from Moon or from Mars

Maybe from God and not from the stars,

Please tell us why you fly o’er our trees

The end of the world or an omen of peace?

The size of the Phantom was a sight to behold,

Green eyes and red face, so the story was told.

It floated in air with fingers of flame.

It was gone with a hiss just as quick as it came.

(chorus)

The people were frightened and started to pray

They were living in hopes of another new day,

There’s no end to this story, except just to say

The world will go on for it’s written that way.

(chorus)

A modern song, with a bit more “edge,” also pays tribute to the Flatwoods Monster. The following verses are from “The Being” by Argyle Goolsby.

The somber glow of autumn kissed the sky. And bled upon the fading green hillsides

The children tended dreams of innocence

That heaven blazed upon fiery descent.

Surviving lights that led them to the site

Submitted to immortal will of night.

The warmth had fled from curiosity.

And chilled the air with presence of The Being.

Was it a star born visitor

Or just imagination?

Was it a trick of misplaced light?

Or an interplanetary visitation?

Was it mass hysteria

That felt the being glide

Across the heart of Flatwoods’ darkest night?

Seared into the hills his scars have left no explanation.

As quick as stardust fell then drifted to another destination.

A monster in the mist or a ship lost from formation?

Regardless left a legend with duration.

Was it a star born visitor

Or just the imagination?

Was it a trick of misplaced light?

Or an interplanetary visitation?

Was it warfare in the skies

That brought down half his tribe

Across the heart of Flatwoods’ darkest night?

(darkest night)

Across the heart of Flatwoods’ darkest night.

(darkest night)

Across the heart of Flatwoods’ darkest…..night.

 

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