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1. Steal Softly Thru Snow 2. Click Clack: 3:26 3. Golden Birdies: 7:06 4. I'm Gonna Booglarize You, Baby: 9:03.
The Artist Formerly Known as Captain Beefheart - John Peel.
Formatted in 320kbps MP3 Track Listing (Asterisk signifies CD Bonus Track) 1: Sure 'Nuff 'n Yes I Do - 0:00 2: Zig Zag Wanderer - 2:15 3: Call On Me - 4:55 4...
I couldn't find this album on Youtube in full, so here ya go Track Listing: 1. Frownland 0:01 - 1:41 2. The Dust Blows Forward n' the Dust Blows Back 1:42 - ...
This is Captain Beefheart's 1971/1972 albums The Spotlight Kid and Clear Spot, after Golden Birdies there was some tracks from the "Spotlight Kid Outtakes". ...
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Having no musical training or instrumental experience, throughout his career Van Vliet had relied on a musical director within the band who could translate h...
Captain Beefheart is a guest on Late Night with David Letterman, 11 November 1982.
Captain Beefheart & his Magic Band Live in Cannes (1968)
Strictly Personal is the second album by Captain Beefheart and his Magic Band. It was originally released in October 1968, almost a year after the band had initially taken to the studio to record the follow-up to 1967's Safe as Milk. The finished album has been the subject of controversy owing to producer Bob Krasnow's addition of phasing to many of the tracks, which Beefheart initially supported, but subsequently claimed was done without his knowledge or approval. 00:00 "Ah Feel Like Ahcid" 3:05 03:05 "Safe As Milk" 5:27 08:32 "Trust Us" 8:09 16:41 "Son of Mirror Man - Mere Man" 5:20 22:01 "On Tomorrow" 3:27 25:28 "Beatle Bones 'n' Smokin' Stones" 3:18 28:46 "Gimme Dat Harp Boy" 5:05 33:51 "Kandy Korn" 5:06 Don Van Vliet - vocals, harmonica Alex St. Clair - guitar Jeff Cotton - guitar Jerry Handley - bass guitar John French - drums
Captain Beefheart and the Magic Band; directed by Don Van Vliet (with much uncredited assistance from producer Ken Schreiber), cinematography by Daniel Pearl...
Great BBC documentary from 1997, narrated by John Peel, featuring Beefheart himself, Frank Zappa, Ry Cooder and More!
COPYRIGHT BELONGS TO THE ZAPPA FAMILY TRUST. 00:00 - Bat Chain Puller 5:07 - Seam Crooked Sam 8:16 - Harry Irene 11:42 - 81 Poop Hatch 14:18 - Flavor Bud Liv...
Artist: Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band Album: The Mirror Man Sessions (Recorded: October-November 1967 / Released: June 1, 1999) Tracklist: 1. Tarotplane...
Captain Beefheart and the Magic Band live at My Father's Place in Roslyn, New York on November 18th, 1978. Picture is from the show! This show has been bootl...
Without a doubt the most challenging artist of the rock era, the man formerly known as Don Van Vliet still retains an almost biblical dedication amongst the ...
Captain Beefheart and the Magic Band - 9 NOV 1980 - Paris Don Van Vliet - vocals, harmonica, sax Jeff Moris Tepper - guitar Richard Midnight Hatsize Snyder -...
Marc Maron on Captain Beefheart. From "Thinky Pain" 2014.
The Cap and his Magic Band playing their oh-so-conventional sound to a bunch of hip crowd members on a beach. Fucking love it.
The Magic Band Speaks About Captain Beefheart. From the documentary film 'Straight To Bizarre - Zappa, Beefheart, Alice Cooper And LA's Lunatic Fringe'. Buy ...
the legend will be restored, just need time.
Henry Rollins performing Spoken Word at the Crane Lane, Cork,Ireland Aug 2011.
Captain Beefheart & Magic Band - Sure 'nuff 'n Yes I do -Midem Festival Cannes, France 1-27-68.
She's Too Much For My Mirror & Human Gets Me Blues...truly amazing.
Captain Beefheart and the Magic Band live at the Royal Albert Hall in London, England on March 27th, 1972. Pictures are from both Royal Albert Hall shows. Th...
From French TV Program Chorus, Théatre De L'Empire, Paris, France, November 7th 1980. Track List: Nowadays A Woman's Gotta Hit A Man Best Batch Yet Dirty Blu...
Captain Beefheart et le Magic Band feat.Ry Cooder(?) "Electricity" et "Sure 'n' Snuff Yes I Do"; sur la plage, face à l'hôtel Martinez à Cannes pendant la se...
1973 Live in Paris.
Captain Beefheart and His Magic Band live at the Avalon Ballroom in San Francisco on an unknown date in 1966. Posters are from various Avalon shows, and the ...
Captain Beefheart and the Magic Band live at the Showbox at the Market in Seattle, Washington, on January 15th, 1981. Poster is from the show! Don's 40th bir...
Captain Beefheart and His Magic Band live at the Avalon Ballroom in San Francisco on two unknown dates in 1966 and 1967. Posters are from various Avalon shows, and the picture is from the band around this era. 1966 Show: 00:00 Somebody In My Home 02:49 Tupelo, Mississippi 06:58 Evil Is Going On 1967 Show: 09:32 Old Folks Boogie 12:39 Blues Jam
1974.
Captain Beefheart and the Magic Band live at the Knebworth Festival in Stevenage, England on July 5th, 1975. Pictures are from the festival and some from the...
Artist: Captain Beefheart Album: London 1974 (Recorded: June 9, 1974 / Released: 1994) Tracklist: 1. Mirror Man (0:04) 2. Upon The Me Oh My (4:53) 3. Full Mo...
Here it is - the last one there is from the French Chorus TV show 1980.
Track #17 from the live album "I'm Gonna Do What I Wanna Do", recorded at My Father's Place in 1978.
Captain Beefheart and his Magic Band (featuring Frank Zappa) play at the Festival Actuel, also known as the Amougies Festival in Amougies, Belgium on October...
Captain Beefheart and the Magic Band live at the Nouvel Hippodrome in Paris, France on November 19th, 1977. Pictures and poster are from the show! 0:00:00 Hair Pie (Bass Solo) 0:01:42 Suction Prints 0:06:20 Deserts of Time 0:06:37 Low Yo Yo Stuff 0:10:16 Bat Chain Puller 0:15:23 I Wanna Find A Woman 0:17:11 Abba Zaba 0:20:36 Dali's Car 0:22:36 One Nest Rolls After Another 0:22:59 The Dust Blows Forward and the Dust Blows Back 0:25:36 Nowadays A Woman's Got To Hit A Man 0:29:45 Click Clack 0:35:27 Grow Fins 0:41:17 Golden Birdies 0:43:34 Electricity (cut) 0:46:59 A Carrot Is As Close As A Rabbit Gets To A Diamond 0:48:57 China Pig 0:54:39 Sun Zoom Spark 0:56:38 My Human Gets Me Blues 0:59:51 Floppy Boot Stomp 1:04:32 Moonlight On Vermont 1:08:22 Owed T'Alex 1:12:39 Old Black Snake (few lines only) 1:13:14 Pachuco Cadaver 1:17:46 Veteran's Day Poppy 1:22:36 The Blimp (Harry Duncan on vocals) 1:24:39 Big Eyed Beans From Venus Don Van Vliet: I played a thing in France - a festival. There were ten thousand people in the rain, and me under a thing where the rain didn't hit me. I was feeling sorry for the people in the rain. Things like that are hard if you're at all feeling. I apologised at least twelve times, I probably bored everyone to tears. That's not good business. god, that was terrible. It's wonderful to see people out in the rain, but not with me under a canopy. Do you know how cold it was that night? It would freeze the fur on a fishing pole, I'll tell you that. Contact lenses would be frightening in that kind of cold. I think it must have been at least ten below. John Orme: Don Van Vliet is a happy man. A fortnight ago he brought his new Magic Band to Paris for its European debut, and although the gig is now three days away, it is easier to whistle a dance-along selection from Trout Mask Replica than to stop him talking about the success of the concert and the band. Don Van Vliet: This band is so good - the best I have ever had! They play with a smile. They really breathe up there when they are playing. After all this time I have finally found the band I'm looking for. It's amazing! Playing with this group is like going for a walk: they are so happy when they play. People I meet from the audience have been coming up and telling me how pleased they are that I have finally found a band that I am content with - and they are right. The gig we played in Paris was monstrous. It was three days ago, but I haven't slept since - it was so good! And my voice, well, I can still feel that show in my voice. It hit me so hard I am down to three octaves .... I couldn't get over the way the audience was singing along with it, singing the words back at me in English - and I don't speak a word of french. This group, I tell you, I couldn't believe that there were such nice people still around on this earth. True, they are playing what I have written, but they really are playing. This band is moving so fast that very soon I won't have to tell them anything. I really must say: this band is the best .... John Morthland: He's feeling particularly sprightly right now - just came from Paris, where he played before 10,000 at a National Socialist Party music festival, the highlight of a tour that's done quite well despite there being no new album in the stores or record label behind him. In truth, this could conceivably be his time. Earlier in his career, he was the number one weirdo for audiences that prized weird above and beyond all else. That's a lot of baggage to carry, and in more subdued times such as these, perhaps his music can be taken strictly on its own terms and viewed as the unique, vital stuff that it is. John Gray: How did it go in Paris at the Hippodrome? Don Van Vliet: The people were dancing to Trout Mask Replica music! I mean dancing! In France! Robert Williams: One of my favorite shows was the one we played in Paris on November [19th], 1977 at the Hippodrome. There were ten thousand kids under the big top that night. Alastair Dickson: The following year, I seem to recall that the Magic Band played Paris, either financed by or at a benefit for a French Trotskyist group ... And continuing on interesting concerts, around 77, wasn't there a double-headed Magic Band and Prime Time concert? That would have been wonderful, given that they were the only two bands to be operating a sound based on 2 guitars playing very different lines.
Captain Beefheart and the Magic Band playing When Big Joan Sets Up on Detroit Tubeworks, January 15th, 1971, right before their tour for Lick My Decals Off, ...
Captain Beefheart and His Magic Band live on John Peel's Top Gear program on the BBC Radio on January 24th, 1968. Pictures are John Peel with the band. 00:00 Yellow Brick Road 03:03 Abba Zaba 06:38 Sure 'Nuff 'n' Yes I Do 09:30 Electricity
Captain Beefheart is a guest on Late Night with David Letterman, 1983.
Captain Beefheart interviewed (or rather just having a casual conversation with him) by John Peel on April 24th, 1973. Picture is of Don and John in 1968 dur...
captain beefheart interview LA eyewitness.
Without a doubt the most challenging artist of the rock era, the man formerly known as Don Van Vliet still retains an almost biblical dedication amongst the ...
Without a doubt the most challenging artist of the rock era, the man formerly known as Don Van Vliet still retains an almost biblical dedication amongst the ...
Co De Kloet interviews Don Van Vliet in a phone-in interview on Radio 4 in Holland.
The only example of Captain Beefheart paying homage to The Beatles that I know of! From VAN OEKEL'S DISCOHOEK show, taped June 22nd 1974.
Captain Beefheart never played by the rules -- and that's why we love him. On this CD, a rare mid-1970s interview he gave to journalist Steven Rosen reveals ...
It's Captain Beefheart on the Hot Line at American Bandstand on June 18, 1966. After Don answers some probing questions from one of the shows dancers everyon...
With all due respect to the great musician, it seems in this interview in which he talks about his and Beefheart's childhood, he's put on a couple of pounds ...
Captain Beefheart is interviewed by Andy Hall in London sometime in March, 1972. Picture is from the Royal Albert Hall performance that month, audio of which...
Bob Chorush interviewing Don van Vliet (Captain Beefheart) in March, 1971. Picture is of Don from the time.
KHSU radio phones in Don van Vliet for an interview involving many topics including the Clear Spot album. Don even sings a bit!
Captain Beefheart / Don Van Vliet interview on Dr Demento 12/3/78 part 1 of 2.
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October 18th 1987. Don is interviewed on american radio by Kristine McKenna and takes questions from callers.
Thomas Lopez, or Meatball Fulton, interviews Don van Vliet, or Captain Beefheart. Recorded on July 20th, 1969, during the moon landing.
October 18th 1987. Don is interviewed on american radio by Kristine McKenna and takes questions from callers.
Three Harp Boogies from around '72 on a radio show. The last one was a call in interview. :p.
Recently Gay Lucas and Nona Hendryx performed at the Paradiso in Amsterdam, the Netherlands. Together with the famous Metropole Orchestra. As part of The Wor...
'MASCARA SNAKE' From the DVD 'THE LOST BROADCASTS - CAPTAIN BEEFHEART AND HIS MAGIC BAND' available from http://www.gonzomultimedia.com In 1972 Captain Beefh...
Captain Beefheart, born Don Van Vliet in California USA in 1941 was a singer/songwriter with a poetical emphasis. This larger than life character was first a...
Thee hours of outtakes from the Spotlight Kid album. Lots of songs are early versions from future albums such as Clear Spot, Shiny Beast (Bat Chain Puller), ...
Produced by Captain Beefheart himself, Lick My Decals Off, Baby was a further refining and exploration of the musical ideas posited on Trout Mask Replica. As...
Captain Beefheart and the Magic Band live at the Bickershaw Festival on May 7th, 1972. Pictures are from the show. 0:00:00 Hair Pie (Bass Solo)/ The Mascara ...
Captain Beefheart & the Magic Band live at the Mudd Club in New York City on December 10th, 1980. Video from the show! 00:13 Hair Pie (Bass Solo) 03:07 Best ...
The near complete sessions of Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band's sadly unfinished album, It Comes To You In A Plain Brown Wrapper. Recorded throughout Octo...
With yet one final Magic Band lineup in place, featuring Richard Snyder on bass and Cliff Martinez on drums alongside returning vets Jeff Moris Tepper and Ga...
The complete set of outtakes and backing tracks for Captain Beefheart & the Magic Band's album Shiny Beast (Bat Chain Puller). Features songs from the album ...
Recorded from an FM radio broadcast in 1975 01-Cucamonga 02-Orange Claw Hammer 03-Debra Kadabra 04-Carolina Hard Core Ecstasy 05-Will You Drink My Water 06-P...
An Evening with... Frank Zappa & Captain Beefheart * Radio-broadcast oldies and rarities Musicians: various Start Times approx. :) 00:00 - Cucamonga (intro) 2:47 02:47 - Orange Claw Hammer 4:29 07:16 - Debra Kadabra 3:54 11:10 - Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy 5:50 17:00 - The Smegmates - Will You Drink My Water 1:06 18:06 - Pachuco Cadaver 4:40 22:46 - I Was A Teenage Maltshop Suite 4:27 27:13 - Toads of the Short Forest (interlude) 2:44 29:57 - The Uncle Frankie Show (Excerpt) 0:41 30:38 - Charva 1:55 32:33 - Metal Man Won His Wings 3:51 36:24 - Power Trio From The Saints & Sinners 0:33 36:57 - Bossa Nova Pervertamento 1:43 38:40 - Original Mothers At The Broadside 1:12 39:52 - Mondo Hollywood (excerpt) 1:52 41:44 - Sandwich Song (Studio rehearsal) 1:43 43:27 - How Could I Be Such a Fool? (Studio rehearsal) 1:54 45:21 - Boogie For Berkeley 0:48 46:09 - Neon Metal Dream of an Octafish 2:21 48:30 - Muffin Man 5:28 This is a recording of a radio show on KWST radio, 1-Nov-1975, where Zappa and Beefheart played oldies and oddities. (There is a completely unsubstantiated rumour that this radio show was actually a broadcast of a Warner Brothers promo record with these songs on it, which has never been found, and never been confirmed to have existed.) Tracks 1, 3, 5, 10-12, 15, 19 & 20 have been officially released on Bongo Fury, The Lost Episodes, Mystery Disc and Captain Beefheart's Trout Mask Replica. As for the other tracks: * Track 2 was performed live in the studio; the Captain sings the song to a simple guitar backing * Track 4 is a very strange track, announced as a recording of a group called "The Smegmates" * Tracks 6-8 are CBS demos from 1965 - track 6 has been officially released (approximately) on the Mystery Disc. Track 8 may or may not include "Ned Has a Brainstorm". * Track 9 recorded at Studio Z, Cucamonga, 1964 * Track 13 is from 1964 (very informative, isn't it?) * Track 14 has been officially released (perhaps in a shorter edit) on the Mystery Disc (as "Original Mothers at the Broadside (Pomona)"); it is the first live recording of the Mothers, from 1965 * Tracks 16-17 are from the first Mothers rehearsal in 1965; a small fragment of track 16 has been officially released on the Mystery Disc, as "Original Mothers Rehearsal" * Track 18 is a 1968 rehearsal * Track 21 is NOT directly from Bongo Fury, but a longer version from an acetate, clocking in at 07:55 instead of 04:31. What has been cut out on Bongo Fury is 39 seconds just before the guitar solo (a slide solo by Denny Walley), 2 minutes and 43 seconds just after the guitar solo (effectively a piano solo and one verse), and 2 seconds of the fade-out. It's a CD bonus track from another radio broadcast, on WPLR, New Haven, 18-Apr-1975, and it also appears on Chronicle and Bongo Fury El Paso TX. Adding to this very impressive cast of characters, the album retains some radio-station chatter from Zappa and the Captain.
01. Mirror Man 02. Upon The My Oh My 03. Crazy Little Thing 04. Full Moon, Hot Sun 05. Sugar Bowl 06. This Is The Day 07. Keep On Rubbing 08. Be Your Dog 09....
... The Independent; he has also written about crumpets, Captain Beefheart, rude place names and string.
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The Examiner 2015-04-17... for bigger national acts like the MC5, Captain Beefheart, and Ted Nugent and the Amboy Dukes.
Houston Press 2015-04-152" Jeff Beck, "Love is Blue/I've Been Drinking" Jeff Beck, "Hi Ho Silver Lining/Beck's Bolero" Jeff ...
Lehigh Valley 2015-04-13Dave Grohl first glimpsed nirvana — and his future — in a K-Tel album ... The LP in question? Blockbuster: ... E ... • Captain Beefheart .
Toronto Sun 2015-04-13... The Independent; he has also written about crumpets, Captain Beefheart, rude place names and string.
Big News Network 2015-04-11... Captain Beefheart, Country Joe McDonald, The Kinks, Donovan and the short-lived Captain Beyond.
U~T San Diego 2015-04-01A Captain Beefheart song surfaces. Not entirely sure what ... Sheriff Of Hong Kong – Captain Beefheart.
The Guardian 2015-03-26SIMON SWEETMAN. Thanks to all the Right This Blog! entries ... Asleep ... ***** ... ) They even do Captain Beefheart on Sexy Trash.
Stuff 2015-03-24... The Independent; he has also written about crumpets, Captain Beefheart, rude place names and string.
Topix 2015-03-20Captain Beefheart drummer-turned -composer Cliff Martinez also created something arresting – and ...
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The Guardian 2015-03-04Don Van Vliet ( /væn ˈvliːt/, born Don Glen Vliet; January 15, 1941 – December 17, 2010) was an American musician, singer-songwriter, artist and poet best known by the stage name Captain Beefheart. His musical work was conducted with a rotating ensemble of musicians called The Magic Band, active between 1965 and 1982, with whom he recorded 13 studio albums. Noted for his powerful singing voice with its wide range, Van Vliet also played the harmonica, saxophone and numerous other wind instruments. His music blended rock, blues and psychedelia with avant-garde and contemporary experimental composition. Beefheart was also known for exercising an almost dictatorial control over his supporting musicians, and for often constructing myths about his life.
David Michael Letterman (born April 12, 1947) is an American television host and comedian. He hosts the late night television talk show, Late Show with David Letterman, broadcast on CBS. Letterman has been a fixture on late night television since the 1982 debut of Late Night with David Letterman on NBC. Letterman recently surpassed friend and mentor Johnny Carson for having the longest late-night hosting career in the United States of America.
Letterman is also a television and film producer. His company Worldwide Pants produces his show as well as its network follow-up The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson. Worldwide Pants has also produced several prime-time comedies, the most successful of which was Everybody Loves Raymond, currently in syndication.
In 1996, David Letterman was ranked #45 on TV Guide's 50 Greatest TV Stars of All Time.
Letterman was born in Indianapolis, Indiana. His father, Harry Joseph Letterman (April 1915 – February 1973), was a florist of British descent; his mother Dorothy Letterman (née Hofert, now Dorothy Mengering), a Presbyterian church secretary of German descent, is an occasional figure on the show, usually at holidays and birthdays.
Frank Vincent Zappa (December 21, 1940 – December 4, 1993) was an American composer, singer-songwriter, electric guitarist, recording engineer, record producer and film director. In a career spanning more than 30 years, Zappa wrote rock, jazz, orchestral and musique concrète works. He also directed feature-length films and music videos, and designed album covers. Zappa produced almost all of the more than 60 albums he released with the band The Mothers of Invention and as a solo artist. While in his teens, he acquired a taste for percussion-based avant-garde composers such as Edgard Varèse and 1950s rhythm and blues music. He began writing classical music in high school, while at the same time playing drums in rhythm and blues bands; he later switched to electric guitar.
He was a self-taught composer and performer, and his diverse musical influences led him to create music that was often impossible to categorize. His 1966 debut album with The Mothers of Invention, Freak Out!, combined songs in conventional rock and roll format with collective improvisations and studio-generated sound collages. His later albums shared this eclectic and experimental approach, irrespective of whether the fundamental format was one of rock, jazz or classical. His lyrics—often humorously—reflected his iconoclastic view of established social and political processes, structures and movements. He was a strident critic of mainstream education and organized religion, and a forthright and passionate advocate for freedom of speech, self-education, political participation and the abolition of censorship.
Stopped by your house, saw your lamp lit
Not a sign of you in it
Where could you go at this hour?
Has all our love lost its power?
I said I'd be here with a flower
Streetlamps flutter like fireflies
I wish I hadn't a told you all of those love lies
Where could you go at this hour?
Has all our love lost its power?
I miss you more hour by hour
The roses seem to smell sour
Streetlamps flutter like fireflies
I wished I hadn't a told you all of those love lies
Stopped by your house, saw your lamp lit
Not a sign of you in it
Flutterlamps flutter like fireflies
I wish I hadn't a told you all of those love lies
The past sure is tense
They're heading up for the main event
All those people seem to be hell-bent
See those people up on top of the fence
And the man down there
Selling knotholes through the fence
The little shoe generation man
I found your print on a dollar bill
I founf your print on an Indian mound
I found your print on the statue at the sound
I found your print on the elephant ground
I found your print in the beautiful mountains
The grass no longer grew around
I found your print in my mind -
The past sure is tense
The pastsureistense
No you got the wrong idea
No you got the wrong intent
The carpenter carpenterized my vent
The only peephole
Where is my dent
The past sure is tense
The past sure is tense
The past sure is now
I don't see how
See those people that used to
Throw those tents
You can't see them now
They're in past tense
Intro: A D A D A D A D
Have you heard that rumour
That's going around?
You got another man
Way across town
It's the same old story
Tell me when does it end?
Yes I heard the news
A# D
It's the same old blues again
Well I wrote you a letter
You must have read it wrong
I stood at your doorway
Ah, but you were gone
I took a lot of time
And let your telephone ring
It's the same old blues
The same old blues again
as version
When you give me the business
Well it didn't mind
Cause I've got a lot of patience
And I got a lot of time
It's the same old story
Tell me when does it end?
It's the same old blues
The same old blues again
I said it's the same old blues
The same old blues again
I'm gonna find me a mountain
I'm gonna hide out
I ain't talking to you
And I ain't yet coming out
Cause I heard that rumour
Tell me where does it end?
Yes I heard the news
It's the same old blues again
Cause I said it's the same old blues
Candle shy, candle weep
Fly, hot candle, leap
Candle roll and fold in ball
Candle large, candle small
Your threads of fire burning up,
Your feathers of fire winning night
And turning light, and turning light
Light deepest night for me, and steer for me
Spin and spin
Then and then
When I'm dancing with my love the shadows flicker up
above
Up above the shadows do the Candle Mambo
Candle roll and fold in ball
Candle blur, candle whir
Candle her, candle her
While your lights are spinning round,
Your feathers of fire winning night
And turning light, and turning light
Candle crack, candle break
Correct the night's mistake
When I'm dancing with my love
The shadows flicker up above
Apes-Ma
Apes-Ma
Your cage it's too dirty, Apes-Ma
Remember when you were young Apes-Ma?
And you used to break out of your cage?
Well you know that you're not
Strong enough to do that anymore now
And Apes-Ma...
The little girl that
Named you years ago died now
And you're older Apes-Ma
Remember when she named you
And it was in the paper Apes-Ma?
Apes-Ma
Apes-Ma
You're eating too much
And going to the bathroom too much Apes-Ma
And Apes-Ma
Here she comes walkin'
Lookin' like uh zoo
Hello Moon Hello Moon
Hi Ella high Ella Guru
She knows all the colors that nature do
High Ella high Ella Guru
High yella high red high blue she blew
High Ella high Ella Guru
She do what she mean
She do what she do
Got sumptin' fo' me sumptin' fo' you
She sho' sumptin'
She's young too
Ella Guru Ella Guru
Ella Guru Ella Guru
Ha ha right right
Just dig it
That's right "The Mascara Snake"
Fast 'n bulbous
Tight also
Ella Guru Ella Guru
Ella Guru Ella Guru
High Ella high Ella Guru
{Now, we won't have to worry 'bout the Rocket Martin [Incomprehensible]
Rocket Martin takes off again into the wind
What do you run on, Rocket Martin?
(Say beans)
I run on beams, I run on laser beams}
When I get lonesome the wind begin to moan
When I trip, fallin' ditch
Somebody wanna' throw the dirt right down
When I feel like dyin' the sun come out
Stole my fear 'n gone
Who's afraid of the spirit with the blues-fer-bones?
Who's afraid of the fallin' ditch?
Fallin' ditch ain't gonna get my bones
How's that for the spirit?
How's that for the things?
Ain't my fault the thing's gone wrong
'N when I'm smilin' my face wrinkles up real warm
'N when I'm frownin' things just turn to stone
Fallin' ditch ain't gonna get my bones
'N when I get lonesome the wind begin to moan
Moonlight on Vermont affected everybody
Even Mrs. Wooten, well, as little Nitty
Even lifebuoy floatin'
With his lil' pistol showin'
With his lil' pistol Totin'
Well, that goes to show you what, uh, moon can do
No more bridge from Tuesday to Friday
Everybody's gone high society
Hope lost his head and got off on alligators
Somebody's leavin' peanuts on the curbings
For, uh, white elephant escaped from zoo with love
Goes to show what, uh, moon can do
Moonlight on Vermont
Well, it did it for Lifebuoy
And it did it t' you
And it did it t' zoo
And it can do it for me
And it can do it for you
Moonlight on Vermont
Gimme dat ole time religion
Gimme dat ole time religion
Don't gimme no affliction
Dat ole time religion is good enough for me
And it's good enough for you
Well, come out to show dem
Come out to show dem
Come out to show dem
Come out to show dem
Come out to show dem
Come out to show dem
Come out to show dem
Gimme dat ole time religion
Gimme dat ole time religion
Gimme dat ole time religion
It's good enough for me
Without yer new affliction
Don't need yer new restrictions
Gimme dat ole time religion
It's good enough for me
Hoy hoy
When Big Joan comes out
Her arms are too small
Her head like a ball
She tied off her horse
and galloped off into the moonbeams
She pulled up her blouse
and compared her navel to the moon
I dig my life for a while
When Big Joan sets up
Her hands are too small
She's too fat to go out in the daylight
So she rolls around all night
I'm just sorta thread
With a drooped body
I'll set up with ya Big Joan
I'm too fat to go out in the daylight
I'll stay up all night
I won't droop if you
Won't talk about your
Hands being too small
You know something's happening
Or you wouldn't of come out like ya did
She ain't built for going naked
So she can't wear any new clothes
Or go to the beach
They laugh at her body
Cause her hands are too small
When Big Joan sets up her hands are too small
l She's outta reach
A turquoise scarf and a sleeve
Rolled up over a Merc Montclair
I'll sit up with ya Big Joan
I'm too fat to go out in the daytime
I'll stay up all night
If ya promise not to talk
About your hands being too small
Hey Garland, I dig your tweed coat. I'll trade you a
domino this size, mothball-scented. The woman silk nude
tie painting his chest. One celluloid stay exposed
through his nibbled collar. Feet speckled the sidewalk.
Faces gurgled through windows. Passing cars gum rubber
streaks. Neon plants swim like green seaweed to a deep
rhythm of blues. Red thyroid sunsets, flame in speckled
chemistry. Pipes run off dark tubes. Erase into marks
that pour the dye of darkness. Crystal comes together
as silent as ink.
"I don't think I could let it go. I got it at the
religious scene"
Teeth let go, tobacco juice, an oiled balloon, brown
eye in an egg white, black tar bubbles and stripes. A
straw hat squeaked on the brim of a feather. Newsprint
thumbed through nicotine fingers, a dark olive was
turned on. Its small pulp speaker burst into a scream.
One large tomato was immediately peeled skin red. It
bled into a red "O" and smacked behind accepted fangs.
Quick eyebrows danced cutely above a mole. The bridge
held a large gold pair of spectacles. The front was
smooth. It slightly gathered and wrinkled at the holes.
A dark wooden moustache deposited below above Chinese
red varnished lips that dented slightly into the
evening.
"It's gotten quite cold. I've decided I can't sell you
my coat."
Honking, the wind puffed into the clumps above the
lattice rows. And out looked Panatella, naked and not
ashamed, without no clothes. Wiggle Pig went snout-
first into a tree. The rubber turkey was gobbled up by
the night's dark rubber mouth. A white phosphorous
raindrop dropped in the sky. Hot silhouettes in a
convertible gave this applause. And several white
porcelain trays were rolled in by bumblebees. Their
wings arranged with pictures out of the past. And the
rainbow baboon gobbled fifteen fish eyes with each
spoon. Pockets was caught at window level. Approaching
the fractured glass, dripping in light, he spoke: "I've
just looked at myself, and from here to here it ain't
far enough, but from here to here it's too short." "And
circles don't fly, they float," Pena exclaimed and went
on to say, "Sun sure did shine this year. Who'd you
look like underneath?"
Steve Robey sent this to Justin, along with this
amusing story:
'During college (1987-1991), my friend Rob and I would
go up to drunk partygoers and recite this entire piece
in their ears (one in the left, one in the right).
Turned many an otherwise conservative, mainstream drunk
into a very confused, conservative, mainstream
There's so many things
To feel and see while you're awake
They're just out of reach
Out of grasp
Yeah out of reach
And just as many; maybe more
The minute that you sleep
So I got to throw my preach
Skeleton breath
Scorpion blush
I have a crush on your skeleton
Watch out unsuspecting stranger
You'll fall off the log
Headfirst into dreams
End up screaming
This will comb the wolf
And that will comb the fog
What will peen the rain
What will preen the hog
Oh you mean earth
And hell over you
And laugh at your tire tracks
If you get up
Skeleton makes good
Here she comes walkin'
Lookin' like uh zoo
Hello Moon Hello Moon
Hi Ella high Ella Guru
She knows all the colors that nature do
High Ella high Ella Guru
High yella high red high blue she blew
High Ella high Ella Guru
She do what she mean
She do what she do
Got sumptin' fo' me sumptin' fo' you
She sho' sumptin'
She's young too
Ella Guru Ella Guru
Ella Guru Ella Guru
Ha ha right right
Just dig it
That's right "The Mascara Snake"
Fast 'n bulbous
Tight also
Ella Guru Ella Guru
Ella Guru Ella Guru
High Ella high Ella Guru
Ella Guru
Crazy Little Thing has just gone crazy
Girl, how'd ya get a name like Crazy Little Thing
Probably the name that drove you crazy all along
How'd ya get a walk
How'd ya get it all to move so smooth and lazy
How'd ya learn to talk real low like that
To where it makes all the men go crazy
Every little thing, every little thing has just gone crazy
The way she move, there ain't no maybe
Talkin' way low like that
To where all the men go crazy
She brings things down lower than they should be
She brings things up higher than they could be
She got the answer to the answer
And my only question is how old, how cool, how low can you be?
(won't find out from me)
If you're too young, girl, you know you're gonna be the ruin of me
They call her crazy, but I'm hot and she's cold
Crazy Little Thing, Crazy Little Thing
How old, how old, how old
How'd ya get built like that?
You ain't been here that long
Crazy Little Thing, Crazy Little Thing
How long, how long, how long
Crazy Little Thing has just gone crazy
Girl, how'd ya get a name like Crazy Little Thing
Probably the name that drove you crazy all along
How'd ya get a walk
How'd ya get it all to move so smooth and lazy
How'd ya learn to talk real low like that
To where it drives, to where it drives the men all crazy
Crazy Little Thing has just gone crazy
Girl, how'd ya get a name like Crazy Little Thing
You used me like an ashtray heart
Case of the punks
Right from the start
I feel like a glass shrimp in a pink panty
With a saccharine chaperone
Make invalids out of supermen
Call in a "shrink"
And pick you up in a girdle
You used me like an ashtray heart
Right from the start
Case of the punks
Another day, another way
Somebody's had too much to think
Open up another case of the punks
Each pillow is touted like a rock
The mother / father figure
Somebody's had too much to think
Send your mother home your navel
Case of the punks
New hearts to the dining rooms
Violet heart cake
Dissolve in new cards, boards, throats, underwear
You picked me out, brushed me off
Crushed me while I was burning out
Then you picked me out
Like an ashtray heart
Hid behind the curtain
Waited for me to go out
A man on a porcupine fence
Used me for an ashtray heart
Hit me where the lover hangs out
Stood behind the curtain
While they crushed me out
You used me for an ashtray heart
You looked in the window when I went out
While the city was busy we wanted to rest
She decided to drive up to observatory crest
We'd just saw a concert and heard all the best
We went on a ride, we got outside
The sand was hot, she wanted to dance
We went round and round in observatory crest
Thought we'd saw flying saucers and all of the rest
from observatory crest
While the city was busy we wanted to rest
She decided to drive up to observatory crest
We'd just saw a concert and heard all the best
So the only thing to do
Was to drive up
And watch the city
Ah you know you're a man
Yeah, she makes you understan'
Yeah, you know you're a man
Yeah, you know you're a girl about the same time
About the same time I know I'm a man,
You know you're a girl
Ah, we're starting to...
Deep down in yr heart you know you're a girl
When I know I'm a man
Way down deep in yr heart
Way down deep in my heart
I got a glow
Way down deep in my heart, yer hear me?
Yeah, you hear me cryin' out to you
We're already in love
When we're starting to glow
We've got a glow startin'
Deep down in yr heart
Lovin' by you
Aah! You know you're a man
Yeah she makes you know you're a man
You know you're a girl about the same time
Uh huh I know uh yeah
You know you're a man
Don't she make you understand?
When the Witch Doctor Life
Throws his silent bones
Some are crowned kings
While others lose their thrones
When the Witch Doctor Life
Throws his silent bones
Small 'O' mouths scream
And run to Mama Kangaroo
Insecure pouches wherein hide
Beggars and drones
And babies and bums and buzzards
Mama crouches and smiles
Her old useful smile
And old ego roars - laughs yesterday's gasses
While children and angels gasp
And follow a shepherd on crutches
When the Witch Doctor Life
Throws his silent bones
Some flee the dream
Some turn to stone
And the children sing
And the heavens ring
Worn by the shepherd with the folded wings
Twist ah luck that made you mine
A stitch in time, your path crossed mine
You're the reason, love's the rhyme
It's genuine
Now you're takin' up all my time
When we're apart you're on my mind
Thinkin' about you all the time
Thinkin' about you all the time
Got my heart and me beatin' overtime
Got my heart and me beatin' overtime
Thinkin' about you all the time
Thinkin' about you all the time
I'm glad I played the game I played
And I paid this heart of mine
When we met I lost the bet
And I lost this heart of mine
(Repeat first verse)
Thinkin' about you all the time
Brickbats fly at my fireplace
Upside down I see them in the fire
They squeak and roast there
Wings leap across the floor
Fold up the wall shadows
The window curtain ghost
Throws my heart and dusts my throat
My mind caught by the corner
Gradually decides its safe
Becomes a bat itself
Flexes its little claws
Curse its leather wings
With loud, hollow pops
Around the room
Threatening to dash its brains
Somehow at the last minute
Retreats and becomes a natural glue
And holds fast and slow
In every other motion
Making the night more interesting
Becomes a cold, liquid breeze
That freezes and thaws
And pours the surroundings full
As no breath can be taken
It drowns and relieves
To see the black turn into yellow
And the yellow into black.
Brickbats
Brickbats
Brickbats
(Diddy Wah)
(A-diddy Wah)
(Diddy Wah)
I gotta gal down in Diddy Wah Diddy
(Diddy Wah)
Ain't no town an it ain't no city
(Diddy Wah)
She loves her man, just is a pity
Crazy 'bout my gal in Diddy Wah Diddy
(Diddy Wah)
This little girl is sweet as she could be
(Diddy Wah)
I know she's in love with me
(Diddy Wah)
A lovely face, she's so pretty
(Diddy Wah)
But she's still way down in Diddy Wah Diddy
(Diddy Wah, Diddy Wah, Diddy)
(Diddy Wah, Diddy Wah, Diddy)
(Diddy Wah, Diddy Wah, Diddy)
Ain't no town, an it ain't no city
But oh, how they love in Diddy Wah Diddy)
(Diddy Wah)
(Diddy Wah)
(Diddy Wah)
(Diddy Wah)
She kissed me all the time
(Diddy Wah)
She gonna turn me outta my mind
(Diddy Wah)
Anything, she says she's ready
(Diddy Wah)
Run right back to Diddy Wah Diddy
(Diddy Wah)
(Diddy Wah)
(Diddy Wah)
(Diddy Wah)
Ain't no town, ain't no city
Lord, how they love in Diddy Wah Diddy)
(Diddy Wah)
(Diddy Wah)
FADES-
The moon was a drip on a dark hood
'N' they were drivin' around 'n' around
Vital Willy tol' Weepin' Milly
I'm gonna booglarize you baby
I'm gonna booglarize you baby
If I can find ah place
T' park my machine out ah town
Milly tol' Willy come on over t'my house
I'll slow your machine right down
'Cause listen Vitals gives me the Willies
Drivin' around 'n' around, drivin' around 'n' around
If you keep beatin' around the bush
You'll lose your push
If you keep beatin' around the bush
You'll lose your push
The moon was ah drip on ah dark hood
The moon was ah drip on ah dark hood
'N' they were drivin' around 'n' around
Tush tush
Bogota boogie
Tush tush
Bogota boogie around
There ain't no place t' stop around
Bogota boogie said Weepin' Milly
Now Willy come over t' my place
'N' I'll slow you right down
You lose your push tush
When you beat around the bush
If you act reserved
I know somebody payin' for your parkin' place
You gotta take your space
Tush tush, you lose your push
When you beat around
When you beat around
When you beat around the bush
Bogota boogie, bogota boogie
I'm gonna booglarize you baby
I'm gonna booglarize you baby
My smile is stuck
I cannot go back t' yer frownland
My spirit's made up of the ocean
And the sky 'n the sun 'n the moon
'N all my eye can see
I cannot go back to yer land of gloom
Where black jagged shadows
Remind me of the comin' of yer doom
I want my own land
Take my hand 'n come with me
It's not too late for you
It is not too late for me
To find my homeland
Where man can stand by another man
Without an ego flyin'
With no man lyin'
'N no one dyin' by an earthly hand
Let the devils burn 'n the beggar learn
'N the little girls that live in those old worlds
Take my kind hand
My smile is stuck
I cannot go back t' yer frownland
Dachau blues those poor jews
Dachau blues those poor jews
Down in Dachau blues, down in Dachau blues
Still cryin' 'bout the burnin' back in world war two's
One mad man six million lose
Down in Dachau blues down in Dachau blues
Dachau blues, Dachau blues those poor jews
The world can't forget that misery
'n the young ones now beggin' the old ones please
t' stop bein' madmen
'fore they have t' tell their children
'bout the burnin' back in World War Three's
War One was balls 'n powder 'n blood 'n snow
War Two rained death 'n showers 'n skeletons
Danced 'n screamin' 'n dyin' in the ovens
Cough 'n smoke 'n dyin' by the dozens
Down in Dachau blues
Down in Dachau blues
Three little children with doves on their shoulders
Their eyes rolled back in ecstasy cryin'
Please old man stop this misery
They're countin' out the devil
With two fingers on their hands
Beggin' the Lord don't let the third one land
On World War Three
Pena, her little head clinking
Like a barrel of red velvet balls
Full past noise
Treats filled her eyes
Turning them yellow like enamel coated tacks
Soft like butter, hard not to pour
Out enjoying the sun
While sitting on a turned on waffle iron
Smoke billowing up from between her legs
Made me vomit beautifully
And crush a chandelier
Fall on my stomach an' view her
From a thousand happened facets
Liquid red salt ran over crystals
I later band aided the area
Sighed, oh well, it was worth it
Pena pleased but sore from sitting
Choose to stub her toe
An' view the white pulps
Horribly large in their red pockets
"I'm tired of playing baby", she explained
An' out of, uh, blue felt box let escape
One yellow butterfly the same size
Its dropping were tiny green phosphorous worms
That moved in tuck an' rolls that clacked
An' whispered in their confinement
Three little burnt scotch taped windows
Several yards away
Mouths open to tongues that vibrated
An' lost saliva
There's so many things
To feel and see while you're awake
They're just out of reach
Out of grasp
Yeah out of reach
And just as many; maybe more
The minute that you sleep
So I got to throw my preach
Skeleton breath
Scorpion blush
I have a crush on your skeleton
Watch out unsuspecting stranger
You'll fall off the log
Headfirst into dreams
End up screaming
This will comb the wolf
And that will comb the fog
What will peen the rain
What will preen the hog
Oh you mean earth
And hell over you
And laugh at your tire tracks
If you get up
The thousandth and tenth day of the human totem pole.
The morning was distemper grey,
Of the thousandth and tenth day of the human totem pole.
The man at the bottom was smiling.
He had just finished his breakfast smiling.
It hadn't rained or manured for over two hours.
The man at the top was starving.
The pole was a horrible looking thing
With all of those eyes and ears
And waving hands for balance.
There was no way to get a copter in close
So everybody was starving together.
The man at the top had long ago given up
But didn't have nerve enough to climb down.
At night the pole would talk to itself and the chatter wasn't too good.
Obviously the pole didn't like itself, it wanted to walk!
It was the summer and it was hot
And balance wouldn't permit skinning to undergarments.
It was an integrated pole, it was taking on an reddish brown cast.
Exercise on the pole was isometric,
Kind of a flex and then balance
Then the highest would roll together,
The ears wiggle, hands balance.
There was a gurgling and googling heard
A tenth of the way up the pole.
Approaching was a small child
Singin through you to me
thunderbolts caught easily
shouts the truth peacefully
electricity
High voltage man kisses night to bring the light to those who need to hide their shadow deed
go into bright find the light and know that friends don't mind just how you grow
Midnight cowboy stained in black reads dark roads without a map
to free selectricity (repeat) (repeat both lines)
Lighthouse beacon straight ahead straight ahead across black seas to bring
seeking electricity
High voltage man kisses night to bring the light to those who need to hide their shadow-deed hide their shadow-deed (repeat)
seek electricity
This is the day that love chose to play,
The day love came to stay,
This kiss is for the first time,
And this kiss is for that time
Love to ride
This is the day that love chose to play
One minute here, one minute there
Love spent time everywhere,
This day that love chose to stay
This is the day that love chose to play,
The day love came to stay,
This kiss is for the first time,
And this kiss is for that time
Love to ride
This is the day that love chose to play
One minute here, one minute there
Love spent time everywhere,
Paint hears this and he begin to run
Electric black shadow runs 'cross the sun
Hold holes in the world
The sun goes down, we'll be done
You hoped
And you hopped
And you hopped
And you swung
There's my baby standing at the gate
Waving, "Come, come."
Paint hears this and he begin to run
You got hot paint, and you're havin' fun
There's my baby standing at the gate
Waving, "Come, come."
Paint hears this and he begin to run
Electric black shadow runs 'cross the sun
When the sun goes down, we'll be done paint done.
Electric black shadow runs 'cross the sun
You hoped
And you hopped
And you hopped
Then you won.
You gold plated monkey
You're a hot devil sun
You better go by and you run and you run
You got hot paint and you swung and you swung
And you hoped
And you hopped
And you hopped
And you swung
You're a hot devil's sun
You 're a mean monkey,
You stuck out your tongue
Hope you have the winning ticket
There's an avenue where the silhouettes dance
There's an avenue where the silhouettes dance
And the sun there shines down
Day and night
Nobody looks there
Everybody knows there
Good times grow there
Come on, baby, let's go there
Where?
Pompadour Swamp
Fun never waits there
It starts at the gate there
Pompadour Swamp
Don't you be late there
Just get there
Pompadour Swamp
Pompadour Swamp
Wafer-thin shadows dance in nostalgic meadows
Ya, dance there
(repeat 3rd verse)
There's an avenue where the silhouettes dance
There's a lane there where they dance
And the sun shines day and night there
All you got to do is get down there
Pompadour Swamp
She always shows up when I'm up
But she never shows up when I'm down
But she's under arrest
'cause I might guess
The Sheriff of Hong Kong
Then she goes up in a flash
I bite the end of her sash
Then I'm long gone
To Hong Kong Kong
She never makes a taste mistake
She's the Sheriff of Hong Kong
Now I'm the Sheriff of Hong Kong
Now she's the Sheriff of Hong Kong
Long gone gone
To Hong Kong Kong
Whoa I'm long gone
To Hong Kong Kong
Long gone gone
To Hong Kong Kong
Ad hu
And uh zing hu
I don't know who I am
Do you?
Ohhh ahhh oooh
There's a string and bat dangle
Black and white bat and cat panda
And uh
She's the Sheriff of Hong Kong
And uh
Ad hu
And uh zing hu
I don't know who I am
Do youuuu?
Now she's the Sheriff of Hong Kong gone
I bite the end of her sash
And she's off in a flash
And we're long gone gone
To Hong Kong Kong
There's a string and bat dangle
Black and white bat and cat panda
And uh
She's the Sheriff of Hong Kong and uh
Ad hu
And uh zing hu
Whoa-ohhhh ohhh ohhh
wai ni sha yeh
wai ni sha yeh
she say
ohhh - ohh
Ad hu
Zing hu
wai ni sha yeh
wai ni sha yeh
ohhh
Ad hu
Zing hu
She's the Sheriff of Hong Kong
Zo hu
Zing hu
Aah ohhh
Aaaah oh
Ad hu
Zing hu
Long before song before song blues
Babbette baboon, Babbette baboon
Abba zaba zoom
Two shadows at noon, Babbette baboon
Two shadows at noon, Babbette baboon
Comin' over pretty soon, Babbette baboon
Run, run, catch her soon, draft of dawn
Sunshine on Babbette baboon
Mother say, "Son", she say, "Son
You can't lose, with the stuff you use"
Abba zaba go zoom, Babbette baboon
Mother say, "Son", she say, "Son
You can't lose, with the stuff you use"
Abba zaba go zoom, Babbette baboon
Run, run, monsoon, Indian dream, tiger moon
Yellow bird fly high, tobacco sky, two shadows at noon
Babbette baboon gonna catch her soon, Babbette baboon
Song before song before song blues
Babbette baboon abba zaba zoom
Song before song before song blues
Babbette baboon abba zaba zoom
Two shadows at noon, abba zaba zoom
Gonna zaba her soon, Babbette baboon, abba zaba zoom
Gonna zaba her soon, Babbette baboon, abba zaba zoom
Gonna catch her soon
Harry Irene were a couple that lived in the green
Harry Irene were a couple that ran a canteen
Ran a canteen
Ran a canteen
Two people Harry and Irene like you never seen
The floor was made of oak, the door was smokey gray
Their tuna sandwiches would turn the dark into day
They sold wine like turpentine to painters
They took to social life like props to aviators
Harry Irene were a couple that ran a canteen
Harry Irene were a couple that lived in the green
Ran a canteen
Ran a canteen took Harry for all of his green and Irene
Harry was left holding an empty canteen
And by the way folks, it was Dusty not Harry
What does this mean?
What does this mean?
What's the meaning of this?
We don't have to suffer, we're the best batch yet
Baked in special
White flesh waves to black
You might think this is the finest pearl
But it's only cardboard balls
Seamed in glue
Overwhelming technique
Done t' diligence
It's all happening from the inside, you say?
Done from the inside
Where it barely shows on the outside
It's remarkable
I think this is the best batch yet
We don't have to suffer, we're the best batch yet
Baked in special, we're the best batch yet
White flesh waves to black
You might think this is the finest pearl
But it's only cardboard balls
Seamed in glue
Overwhelming technique
Done through diligence
It's all happening from the inside, you say?
Done from the inside
Where it barely shows on the outside
It's remarkable
I say
I think this is the best batch yet
We're baked in special, we're the best batch yet
Yellow and orange and
Well, they taste so good I want to eat 'em
And they taste so good I get to need 'em
Can, can, can, candy, candy
Candy corn
Yellow and orange and
Candy corn
Yellow and orange and
Candy be reborn, be reformed
Go back ten years ago sunbeams dancing round
Go back ten yeas ago sunbeams dancing down
Autumn's child Autumn's child
Autumn's child got a loophole round her finger
Halo rings her head
Cornhusk hair makes me linger
A cat's stare meet s my dare
A man's chair greets my stare
Gonna be my wife she sang she said
Gonna be my wife gonna spice my life she said
Go back ten years ago sunbeams everywhere
Go back ten years ago sunbeams fill the air
Harvest moon be nimble
Apples bob and tremble
Fish pond streaks love kind
Found the child I have to find
Apples shine share together
Got the time to make her mine
Fish pond streaks love kind
Found the child I had to find
Autumn's child-I met her at a balloon buts picnic
She caught me with the beauty queen
With jade-green eyes buttons and bows and fancy ties
The feet of dust under trees of rust
make them sandals gambol under knees of trust
Gonna be my wife gonna spice my life she sang she said
Gonna be my wife gonna spice my life she said
Go back ten years ago sunbeams shining down
Go back ten years ago sunbeams glancin' round....
The floppy boot stomped down into the ground
The farmer screamed 'n blew the sky off the mountains
Eye sockets looked down on the chestbone mountains
'n the sun dropped down, 'n the moon ran off,
His heels 'n elbows pale as chalk
'n all the comets collided 'n blew t' dust
For fear they'd be seen.
'n the sky turned white in the middle of the night
'n the sky turned white in the middle of the night
'n the big floppy boot stomped down into the ground
'n the red violin took the bow
to do the hoodoo hoe-down
'n the red violin took the bow
for to do the hoodoo hoe-down
The farmer jumped in ah circle 'n flung his chalk right
down
Do-si-do the devil sho' showed 'n he broke of his horns
'n fiddled him down the road
through the fork
'n the farmer's floppy boot stomped down
Red tail squirmin' and the hot leg kicked
'n the fire leaped 'n licked
And when the boot came up, the fire went out
And hell was just an ice cube melting off on the
ground.
And the bold caught down for to do the hoodoo hoedown
And the bold caught down for to do the hoodoo, the
devil hoedown
To the fork, huddlin' in a hollow, standin' at the
crossroads
With that bunged-up bandaged broken bum that fell in
the wrong circle
He had a sole red tail - once went red, now was pale
Fe Fi Fo Fum he was summoned up from hell
Booted down a spell
By a square-dancin' farmer
By a square-dancin' farmer, well
That old bum was sticking out his thumb
When the farmer drew up, said
"Listen son", and the horse compared his hooves.
"If you fall into my circle again I'll tan your red
hide
And dance you on your tail, and pitch you from now to
Pitch you from now to now."
And the hotlick kicked, and the fire leaped an' licked
And the hotlick kicked and the fire just leaped an'
licked
And the hotlick kickin' an' the fire jus' leapin' an'
lickin'
The decks were stacked
The wind blew low
The wind blew high
The stakes were low
The stakes were high
Upon the My-O-My
Hands low, hands high
Ho-ho-ho, hi-hi-hi
Hands low, hands high
Upon the My-O-My
How was I to know she was so shy?
Upon the My-O-My
Across the light, across the night
You can hear the Captain's cry
Hands low, hands high
Upon the My-O-My
Got to make her roll, got to make her fly
Upon the My-O-My
Now tell me, good Captain
How does it feel
To be driven away from your own steering wheel?
CAPTAIN BEEFHEART
Mirror Man
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Ice cream for Crow 1982
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Ice Cream for Crow
The Host The Ghost The Most Holy-O
Semi-Multicoloured Caucasian
Hey Garland, I Dig Your Tweed Coat
Evening Bell
Cardboard Cutout Sundown
The Past Sure Is Tense
Ink Mathematics
The Witch Doctor Life
"81" Poop Hatch
The Thousandth and Tenth Day of the Human Totem Pole
Around the corner the wind blew back follow the yellow brick road
It ended up in black on black
I was taught the gift of love
Smiling children painted joy sunshine bright girl and boy
bag of trick s and candy sticks peppermint kite for my toy
Yellow brick black on black
Keep on walking and don't look back
I walked along happy and them came back
I follow the yellow brick road
Lost and found I saw you down on the bound off the bound
Taught against the love yellow brick road took my load
Sunshine girl sunshine girl come to my abode 1-2-3-4-5 miles long
Oh I can't ever (so) go wrong
Clouds were gray yesterday down on my shoulder it's time to play
Yellow brick black on black
Keep on walking and don't look back
(repeat 1st verse)
Phos'phrous chimney burnin'
Modern-men's a-learnin'
Time and space a-turnin'
Motor's engine churnin'
fac'trys no place for me boss man let me be
Wind and wave all blowin'
Mountain 'n' sky showin'
Bee 'n;'' flower growin'
Boy'n'girl are glowin'
fac'trys no place for me boss man let me be
Minds inside are goin'
Muscle 'n' bone are showin''
One thing sure are knowing (sure I'm?) knowin'
Get a fire goin'
Two trains, two railroad tracks
One goin' 'n' the other one comin' back
There goes my baby on that ole train
I say come back, come back, baby, come back
Click clack, click clack
There's my baby wavin' her handkerchief down
My cars stand up when I hear that sound
This time it sound like it's for keeps
Click clack, click clack
I get down on the ground with the gravel around
I pray t' the Lord that the train will stop
Turn right around 'n' never stop
Till it drop my baby off
Now I had this girl threatened
'N' leave me all the time
Maybe you had uh girl like that
I-yuh all time cryin'
Well, I had this girl threatened
'N' leave me all the time
Threatenin' t' go down t' N'Orleans-uh
'N get herself lost 'n found
Maybe you had uh girl like this
She's always threatenin' t' go down t' N'Orleans
'N' get herself lost 'n' found
C'mon. I'll play it for yuh
Lemme tell yuh 'bout it
Lemme tell yuh 'bout it
There were two railroad tracks
Click clack, click clack
One ah them leavin'-uh
'N' the other one comin' back
I was two years from yuh baby
You were goin' way up the tracks
The train was leavin'-uh
Into the sun in my glider
There's a shadow beside her
Up 'n' down through the blues
Clouds give me my silent cues
I'm up in my glider
With a shadow beside her
It begins to rain on her window pain
Up in my glider
There's no shadow beside her
Thundering 'n' lightning
Gettin' pretty frightenin'
I feel like an outsider
Then the sun shows through 'n' right on cue
There's a shadow beside her
Up 'n' down through the blues
I'm up in my glider
'N' I'm telling you boys there ain't no noise
CAPTAIN BEEFHEART
Mirror Man
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Tarotplane (19 minutes)
Kandy Korn (8 minutes)
25th Century Quaker (9 minutes 50 seconds)
Mirror Man (15 minutes 38 seconds)
Ice cream for Crow 1982
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Ice Cream for Crow
The Host The Ghost The Most Holy-O
Semi-Multicoloured Caucasian
Hey Garland, I Dig Your Tweed Coat
Evening Bell
Cardboard Cutout Sundown
The Past Sure Is Tense
Ink Mathematics
The Witch Doctor Life
"81" Poop Hatch
The Thousandth and Tenth Day of the Human Totem Pole
Skeleton Makes Good
The moon was a drip on a dark hood
'N' they were drivin' around 'n' around
Vital Willy tol' Weepin' Milly
I'm gonna booglarize you baby
I'm gonna booglarize you baby
If I can find ah place
T' park my machine out ah town
Milly tol' Willy come on over t'my house
I'll slow your machine right down
'Cause listen Vitals gives me the Willies
Drivin' around 'n' around, drivin' around 'n' around
If you keep beatin' around the bush
You'll lose your push
If you keep beatin' around the bush
You'll lose your push
The moon was ah drip on ah dark hood
The moon was ah drip on ah dark hood
'N' they were drivin' around 'n' around
Tush tush
Bogota boogie
Tush tush
Bogota boogie around
There ain't no place t' stop around
Bogota boogie said Weepin' Milly
Now Willy come over t' my place
'N' I'll slow you right down
You lose your push tush
When you beat around the bush
If you act reserved
I know somebody payin' for your parkin' place
You gotta take your space
Tush tush, you lose your push
When you beat around
When you beat around
When you beat around the bush
Bogota boogie, bogota boogie
I'm gonna booglarize you baby
I'm gonna booglarize you baby
I'm gonna booglarize you baby
Two trains, two railroad tracks
One goin' 'n' the other one comin' back
There goes my baby on that ole train
I say come back, come back, baby, come back
Click clack, click clack
There's my baby wavin' her handkerchief down
My cars stand up when I hear that sound
This time it sound like it's for keeps
Click clack, click clack
I get down on the ground with the gravel around
I pray t' the Lord that the train will stop
Turn right around 'n' never stop
Till it drop my baby off
Now I had this girl threatened
'N' leave me all the time
Maybe you had uh girl like that
I-yuh all time cryin'
Well, I had this girl threatened
'N' leave me all the time
Threatenin' t' go down t' N'Orleans-uh
'N get herself lost 'n found
Maybe you had uh girl like this
She's always threatenin' t' go down t' N'Orleans
'N' get herself lost 'n' found
C'mon. I'll play it for yuh
Lemme tell yuh 'bout it
Lemme tell yuh 'bout it
There were two railroad tracks
Click clack, click clack
One ah them leavin'-uh
'N' the other one comin' back
I was two years from yuh baby
You were goin' way up the tracks
The train was leavin'-uh
I could see yuh wavin' your handkerchief
You wanna do what (repeat) I told you what (repeat) (repeat both)
Go ta school (repeat) just cain't (repeat) dropout (repeat)
Ya getta job (repeat) Dunno whattit (repeat)
What it's all about (repeat)
you told her ya love her so figured her mother ya love her adapt her
(repeat) adapt her adapter (repeat)
Support her (repeat) she says she's no boarder
getta job (repeat) ya gotta support her
ya told her you loved her so figured her mother
ya love her adapt her (repeat) adapt her adapter (repeat)
I cry but I can't buy
Your Veteran's Day poppy
It don't get me high
It can only make me cry
It can never grow another
Son like the one who warmed me my days
After rain and warmed my breath
My life's blood
Screamin' empty she crys
It don't get me high
It can only make me cry
Gimme that harp boy
Ain't no fat man's toy
You hear what he is saying
You hear he's saying today
Harp cry, harp smiling
Shiny moon, white note
Give me room
Ain't no time to rock no boat, gimme room
Harp sing time and playin' ohm
(Cockle doodle doo)
Gimme harp, this harp, harp this, harp bite
Harp this. harp kiss, harp money
Gimme that harp, boy, don't just stand around
Gon' blow pure joy, girl, you wear this crown
Gimme that harp, boy, gimme that harp, girl
Gimme that harp, girl, gimme that harp, boy
Harp string, harp ring
Harp toke, harp smoke
Why, not even a rustler'd have anything to do
With this branded bum steer world
This pirate flag headlong disaster course vessel
Misguided charted this nautical numbskull hull
Sink in silence smoke - blow your chest out in hope
Sits spread-eagle on poor men
Piled high on truth mountain - last speak in clarity's chain
You'll not be thrown but dive and sink
Your pockets filled with earthly burdens
When they could be filled with light and back with wings
The sky is dark in daytime
And still the blackbird's beauty lyrics clean
Sing ye brothers and end this miserable thing
And brush the dark sky in light
And let the moon bell crack and ring
Upon the mast of mercy
For she is a beautiful thing
I watched her cut with clarity
The sea of satan's red rolling water
That stung my eyes with vile vile brine
And clung to the vine that choked mary's only son
God in vain to slaughter
I can't darken your dark cross door no more
The light lovely one with the nothing door
I been hopin' on Mondays
Some how's and Moondays
Sunday's and Some days
Never seeing some days
I'm tryin' in all ways
And learnin' in between
I been working up in lovin'
Underneath the moonstone sky
I know there's many things I've never seen
Mondays and Moonbeams
I been hopin' on Mondays
Some how's and Moondays
Sunday's and Some days
Never seeing some days
I'm tryin in all ways
And learnin' in between
I been working up in lovin'
Underneath the moonstone sky
I know there's many things I've never seen
Mondays and Moonbeams
Well I was born in the desert came on up from New Orleans
Came up on a tornado sunlight in the sky
I went around all day with the moon sticking in my eye
Hey hey hey all you young girls wherever you're at
I got a brand new Cadillac I got a Ferrari too
Sure 'nuff baby sure 'nuff 'n yes I do
Got the time to teach ya' now, bet you'll learn some too
Got the time to teach ya' now, bet you'll learn some too
Sure 'nuff baby sure 'nuff 'n yes I do
Hey hey hey all you young girls whatever you do
Hey hey hey all you young girls whatever you do
Well come on by and see me I'll make it worth it to you
...with me and I'll .with me and you
Sleep with me and I'll sleep with me and you
Oh, when I see mommy, I feel like a mummy,
Gonna wrap her up
Every time I see her
Every time I see her
I wanna grab her
Pull her up to me til I look right through her
But she moves so fast that I can't even see her
Her interest fades like breath on the mirror
Oh, when I see mommy, I feel like a mummy,
Gonna wrap her up
Gonna wrap her up
Next time I see her
Next time I see her
I'm gonna seize her
Then I'm gonna freeze her
It's the only way
That I might get to see her
Tropical Hot Dog Night
Like two flamingoes in a fruit fight
Ev'ry colour of day
Whirlin' around at night
I'm playin' this music
So the young girls will come out
To meet the monster tonight
Tropical Hot Dog Night
Like two flamingoes in a fruit fight
I don't wanna know 'bout wrong or right
I don't want to know
- I'm anywhere tonight
Tropical Hot Dog Night
Like two flamingoes in a fruit fight
Like steppin' out of a triangle
Into striped light
Striped light, striped light
Tropical Hot Dog Night
- Everything's wrong, at the same time it's right
The truth has no patterns for me tonight
I'm playing this music so the young girls will come out
To meet the monster tonight
Meet the monster tonight
What do all you women do
When the men get Tropical Hot Dog payday?
What do you do on Tropical Hot Dog day day?
Yay; Yay
Step out of a triangle into striped light
Turn around and step back into striped light
Tropical Hot Dog Night
I'm playin' this song
For all the young girls to come out to meet the monster
tonight
Meet the monster tonight
How would you like to be the lucky girl,
The lucky one?
- To be the monster tonight
Ow, to be the monster tonight
Oh, everything's wrong, at the same time it's white!
You get to be - you get to be - with me
The camel wore a nightie...
At the party of special things to do
When the stiff wind blows
The flag don't wiggle
In the party of special things to do
I met the Ace of Love
She took me to her plantation
For love without separation
In the party of special things to do
I could happen to me
It could happen to you
I met the Ace of Love
She said I want you to go
To a party of special things to do
And when you're through
I'll be right here waiting for you
Here take these sparks
So that my distant cousins can get along with you
Watch out for the Mirror Man
And Elixir Sue
Spoken: When I got to the party of special things to do it wasn't hard
to find Elixir Sue. I met all the cars, the wild cards, the One-Eye
Jills, the Red Queen. She turned her head, you know what I mean, she
turned it back and said, "I got a brand new game I want to lay on
you..."
I met them all
At the party of special things to do
When I was done
I was far from through
I returned to the Ace of Love
Now wouldn't you?
I met them all
I met them all
I met them all
At the party of special things to do
The camel wore a nightie
I look at her and she looks at me
In her eyes I see the sea
I don't see what she sees in a man like me
She says she loves me
Her eyes, yeah her eyes
Her eyes are a blue million miles
Far as I can see
She loves me
Her eyes, her eyes
Yeah her eyes are a blue million miles
Far as I can see
She loves me
Yeah her eyes, yeah her eyes
Her eyes are a blue million miles
I look at her and she looks at me
In her eyes I see the sea
I can't see what she sees in a man like me
But she says she loves me
Yeah her eyes, yeah her eyes
Are a blue million miles
Yeah her eyes, yeah her eyes
Whoa her eyes are a blue million miles
Her eyes, yeah her eyes
Ink mathematics
Grey mass ecstatics
Noggin elastics
Cerebral tatics
Cranium classics
Brainium domics
Denizen omics
Grey massmatics
Quantum pure
It's plain to feel
Hard to see
Fission antics
Abombastics
Death antiques
Wrong deductions
Poor instructions
Mass destructions
Peace antiques
Singing ink mathematics
Hop along with me
Ink mathematics
Moon to a flea
Ink mathematics
I breathe black and white
Day and night
Grey gymnastics
Ink math ah ratics
Mathfantastics
Ink mathemon to a flea
Ink mathematics
Hop along with me
Ink mathematics
Guaranteed here we go again, baby
On the new electric ride
Twisting and turning
Over on our side
Here we go around the curve
Ya, we really going to swerve
Oh, I could barely hold my pride
I could barely hold my pride
Rappin' so hard
I'm holding my side
With you right by my side
With my baby right by my side
When the machine guitar stars to playing
We're watching the shooting stars
We're under love's blue sky
On the new electric ride
Think of all the love we've been missing
Then we start to kissing and kissing
I could barely hold my pride
With my baby right by my side
Loop de loop
Ride and glide
Swoop de swoop
On the new electric ride
With my baby right by my side
I can barely hold my pride
From coast to coast
She loves me the most
Twisting and turning, side by side
My baby loves to hide
On the new electric ride
Up and down, around and round
She loves me the most
On the new electric ride
Up and down, around and round
She loves to hide
Zig zag wanderer, zig zag wanderer (rep.)
You can huff, you can puff
You'll never blow my house down
You can zig, you can zag
Whoa I'm gonna stay, gonna stay around (rep.)
You can jump, you can holler
Never lose what I found
Heaven's free 'cept for a dollar
You can zig, you can zag
Whoa I'm gonna stay, gonna stay around (rep.)
The zig zag wanderer had a zigzag child
Zig zag traveller for the mercy mile
Found his wheels and nature scene
Quenched his thirst, (in a?) way it never been
Zig zag wanderer (rep.)
You can dance, you can prance
Freeze those timbers, drop some beams
Hide my shield, throw away my lance
Zig zag child, mercy mile
Zig zag dream, zig zag dream
Bat chain
Puller
Bat chain puller
Puller, puller
A chain with yellow lights
That glistens like oil beads
On its slick smooth trunk
That trails behind on tracks, and thumps
A wing hangs limp and retreats
Bat chain puller
Puller puller
Bulbs shoot from its snoot
And vanish into darkness
It whistles like a root snatched from dry earth
Sodbustin' rakes with grey dust claws
Announces its coming in the morning
This train with grey tubes
That houses people's very thoughts and belongings.
Bat chain puller
Puller puller
This train with grey tubes that houses people's
thoughts,
Their very remains and belongings.
A grey cloth patch
Caught with four threads
In the hollow wind of its stacks
Ripples felt fades and grey sparks clacks,
Lunging the cushioned thickets.
Pumpkins span the hills
With orange crayola patches.
Green inflated trees
Balloon up into marshmallow soot
That walks away in forty circles,
Caught in grey blisters
With twinkling lights and green sashes
Pulled by rubber dolphins with gold yawning mouths
That blister and break in agony
In souls of rust
They kill gold sawdust into dust.
Bat chain puller,
Rock 'n Roll's evil doll
Here she comes down the hall
Her eyes are flashing
She's looking big, I'm feeling small
Rock 'n Roll's evil doll
Rock 'n Roll's evil doll
Rock 'n Roll's evil doll
The writing's on the wall
She's coming up on me
Getting bigger as she gets near to me
Rock 'n Roll's evil doll
Rock 'n Roll's evil doll
[We don't like running]*
But I don't want to fall
She's so big
I'm so small
I heard the door slam
And I ran down rock 'n roll's rainbow hall
(Repeat first verse)
Rock 'n Roll's evil doll
Rock 'n Roll's evil doll
But I don't want to fall
She's so big
I'm so small
I heard the door slam
And I ran down rock 'n roll's evil hall
Rock 'n Roll's evil doll
Rock 'n Roll's evil doll . . .
(Over fade out...)
She's so big
I'm getting big, too
She's looking small
She's looking big
My eyes are burnt and bleeding and all that looks like
a monkey on a silver bar ...
big poop hatch with a cotton hatch - hatch holes that
the light shows in and the light shows out ...
and the little red fence ...
and the wire and the wood ...
and the barbs and the berries ...
and the tires and the bottles and the caruponrims ...
and the heat swims on its fenders and the dust collects
and the rust of autumn surrenders into gold ...
trumpet poop on the ground with peanuts its bell was
blocking an ant's vision ...
and the mice played in its air holes and valves ...
a ladybug crawled off its mouthpiece standing out red
and blacked its wings and blew off to a flower ...
its hum heard just above the ground ...
black dots were hung in what turned out to be an olive
tree that originally held a tree house full of a
building with one small window ...
birds and broken glass and tiny bits of newspaper ...
"My sun is free from the window," said the god the
green dabbers ...
rice wires mouse tins and milk muffins ...
cereal and stone ...
matches and masks and mace and clubs ...
and splintered shaft light intrigues a cricket on a
dust jeweled penlet ...
cobwebs collect down plaster run into a hole and find
collected glass that drinks the reflection of midday
afternoon midway between telegraph lines ...
a silver wing - a cloud - a rumbling of a cloud ...
a crowd of various violins strum from next door through
my wall into my ear obviously artificial ...
neighbors laugh through sandwiches ...
Harlem babies - their stomachs explode into roars ...
their eyes shiny with starvation ...
spreckled hula dance on my phonograph ...
my door rattles windy ...
sand wears my rug shoe and taps on the unheard finish
of an hourglass I cannot hear ...
a typical musician's nest of thoughts filter through
dust speakers ...
"Why don't you go home? Oh Blobby, are you great,"
exclaims two lips in some jumbled rock 'n' roll tune
and wears a spot I cannot scratch ...
the surface of a friend ...
this high book a friend laid on me ...
on the couch relaxing in the corner behind a still life
pond with plenty of bugs and lily pads slurred in mud
banks and boulders tin cans and raisins warped by
thought ...
strain on the spoon like a wheat check - check Bif -
cotton popping out of his sleeve ...
poop hatch open - big poop hatch with a cotton hatch -
hatch holes - got to pick up the horns ...
Distant cousins, there's a limited supply.
And we're down to the dozens, and this is why:
Big Eyed Beans from Venus! Oh my, oh my.
Boys and girls,
Earth people around the circle,
Mixtures of man alive.
Big eyed beans from Venus,
Don't let anything get in between us.
Beam in on me baby,
and we'll beam together
I know we always been together,
but there's more.
Mister Zoot Horn Rollo, hit that long lunar note,
and let it float.
Men let your wallets flop out,
and women open your purses,
Cause a man or a woman without a big eyed bean from
Venus
Is suffering with the worstest of curses
Yeah, you're suffering, with the worstest of curses.
Put 'em out in the sun, and when the night come
You don't have to go out and get 'em
They'll glow with you
They'll go with you
They'll show with you
Ain't no losers
Cause they're on the right track
Cause they're on the right track
You can be on the right track, woman,
Of course, of course
Ain't no SNAFU, no fol-de-rol
Check these out, Big eyed beans from Venus
Oh, let a few out, let 'em pass in between us
Distant cousins, there's a limited supply.
And we're down to the dozens, and this is why...
Don't let anything get in between us!
Big eyed beans from Venus
Now here ya come, baby
With yer tail draggin' the gravy
Y' know yer P's 'n' Q's
What ya don't know, baby
Is you givin' me the blues
Ya got juice on your chin
Eggs on the drain-board
Pie on the wall
Dirt on the rug
I come home late
'N I stumbled 'n swore
Ya won't even give me a hug
Ya had my things all laid out by the door
I'm leavin'
I'm gonna take up with, ah, mermaid
'N' leave you land lubbin' women alone
'N' leave you land-lubbin' women alone
Ya said ya had it together once
Now yer head's around the bend
I'm tellin' ya, woman
Ya better get it back together again
I'm gonna grow fins
'N' go back in the water again
If ya don't leave me alone
I'm gonna take up with, ah, mermaid
'N' leave you land-lubbin' women alone
'N' leave you land-lubbin' women alone
Now here ya come, baby
With yer tail draggin' the gravy
Ya know yer P's 'n Q's
What ya don't know, woman
Men you been lookin' all around for the women
But they always been right there
Nowadays a woman has to haul off and hit a man
T' make him know she's there
Other night a woman came up 'n hit me
Like I wasn't even there
Yeah, mmm dawned on me, man
That a man been doin' a woman unfair
Y' gotta wait for your woman
Let her know you're there
I knew I had to go out 'n tell all of the women
That I knew they were there
Now ev'rywhere I go the women all know that I know
Mmm, there ain't no other place to go but there
I'm talkin' about women
Yeah, I'm talkin' about women, man
They don't have to hit me
To make me know it's there
None o' my women have tears in their eyes
You can ask 'em about me I swear
'n they'll tell you
That's one man I swear
Yeah that's a man
'nuff about tellin' you this
Mmm, y' gotta wait for your woman
Let her know you're there
I knew I had to go out 'n tell all of the women
That I knew they were there
Now ev'rywhere I go the women all know
That I know
There ain't no, there ain't no other place to go but
there
I'm talkin' about women
They don't have to hit me, man
To make me know it's there
None o' my women have tears in their eyes
Well my cigarette died when I washed my face
Dropped some drops in an ashtray hit a wrong place
Woman at my blinds to see spiders spinning lines
Its a safe as milk it's a safe as milk
I never heard it put quite that way
The shape I'm in is a gone a way
They called a day they called a day
Yesterday's paper headlines approach rain gutter teasing rusty cat sneezing
Soppin wet hammer dusty and wheezing
Lusty alley whining trashcan blues
Children running after rainbows stocking poor
Gracious ladies nylon hanging on to line
Jumping onto leg looking mighty fine
Sorrows lollipop lands stick-broken on a dark carnival ground
Pop up toaster cracklin
Aluminium rhythm and sound
Ev'ry day pencil lazy and sharp
The icebox inside looking like a harp
E-lectric bulb been out for years
Freezer fumes feed the gas tears
Cheese in the corner with a mile long beard
Bacon blue bread dog eared (repeat twice)
I got up this morning and I put on my shoes
I tied my shoes then I washed my face
I went to the mirror for to comb my head
I made a move didn't know what to do
I tipped way forward got to break and run
Baby, this ain't me
Baby, this ain't me
Got so ugly I don't even know myself
I left Angola, 1964
Go walking down my street, knock on my baby's door
My baby come out, she asks me who I am
And I say, "Honey, don't you know your man?"
She said, "My man's been gone since 1942
And I'll tell you Mr. Ugly, he didn't look like you"
Baby, this ain't me
Baby, this ain't me
Stupid heart, cupid heart
Where will you go from here?
Magnetic ring, magnetic draw
Ooh, what you got me into?
I'm a wolf, chrome craw
Leavin' you now
- I'll write ya, ma
Takin' a putt up to Carson City
Well, if you hear me howlin'
Wehell, sittin' pretty
Tasted nitty gritty
Puttin' on into Carson City
Sparks, tattoos, two tats and a toot
Helmets, crosses, and a patch to boot
Engine hot, pipes burn white
Glad I'm not home tonight
Five miles back I took a spill
- Thought I almost paid my bill
Makin' my putt to Carson City
Party time with the Jones-by-name
Ah, it's a shame
Say, it's a pity
Gotta put outta Carson City
Ha ha ha ha ha