So many different types of goosebumps, from scary (rosemary's baby, ravenous, shining) to epic (dark city, jin roh, the good the bad and the ugly) or moving (hardy's message personnel, groenemeyer's der weg, cash's hurt) or contextual when related to memories or twisted usages (brazil, etc).
Cabrel may be terribly cheesy, but these days there is a very nicely written song whose atmosphere gives me goosebumps, for some strange melancholic (indirectly lovecraftian) reason. It's called off season. It says, in french, something like :
---
It is the silence that one notices most
The rolling shutters all down
Some ancient grass in the plant tubs on the balconies
We've got to be off season
The sea, yet, in its rolls resumes
Its same theme, its empty and stubborn song
For a few shadows lost under some hoods
We've got to be off season
The wind pierces through these too long streets
Someone is looking for an unknown address
And the mail overflows on the summer house doorsteps
We've got to be off season
A town in fading in the salted fogs
The oceanic wrath is too close
The torments condemn her to the smoke screens
And nobody quits the wharf
We could take everything : the walls, the gardens, the streets
we could put on the mailboxes our first names
Or maybe some day the people will come back
We've got to be off season
The sea, still, in its rolls resumes
Its same theme, its empty song : "where are you"
All of my mail overflows on the doorstep of your summer house
We've got to be off season
A town is fading in the salted fogs
The oceanic wrath is too close
The torments condemn her to the smoke screens
And nobody quits the wharf
---
and it sounds a bit like that :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ND_mr_xWrnM Another song that goosebumps me is Alain Souchon's sweet and gentle "and if there was nobody", maybe the music video has something to do with it :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JvkMnHXtHzc Kinda goes :
---
Abderhamane, Martin, David
And what if the sky was empty
So many processions, so many heads bent down
So many hoods, so many desired fears
So many demagogues, temples, synagogues
So many pressed hands, eager prayers
So many angelus bells -ding- that toll
And if moreover there is no one
Abderhamane, Martin, David
And what is the sky was empty
There is so much torpor, analgesic musics
So many painkillers in these pretty cantiques
There are so many questions and so many mysteries
So much compassion and so many revolvers
So many angelus bells -ding- that toll
And if moreover there is no one
Abderhamane, Martin, David
And what if the sky was empty
If all these tracer bullets, and these handweapons
All these ignorant women, these orphan children
If these capsizing lives, these wet eyes
Were merely the old pleasure to kill
And the angelus bell -ding- that tolls
And if moreover there is no one
---
Maybe I'm just easily goosebumpable...
