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from Frank Zappa - The Best Band You Never Heard In Your Life (2004)
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, synthesizer, vocals)
Ike Willis (rhythm guitar, synthesizer, vocals) Mike Keneally (rhythm guitar, synthesizer, vocals) Bobby Martin (keyboards, vocals) Ed Mann (vibes, marimba, electronic percussion) Walt Fowler (trumpet, flugel horn, synthesizer) Bruce Fowler (trombone) Paul Carman (alto saxophone, soprano saxophone, baritone saxophone) Albert Wing (tenor saxophone) Kurt McGettrick (baritone saxophone, bass saxophone, contrabass clarinet) Scott Thunes (electric bass, mini-moog) Chad Wackerman (drums, electronic percussion) [This is spoken with the style and accent of an evangelist preacher from the southern United States.] Thank you very much, Mr. Zappa. Ah, I'm very pleased to be here on behalf of the Administration-- the most powerful government in the world. And, uh, Mr. Fitzwater invited me to come here tonight to create some balance, because there has been some things done by Mr. Zappa that I think are unfair to our country. I think, from the beginning, to say that this is going to be balanced, when he has this *lingerie* up here, and makin' fun of *children's toys*, as a beginning, if this is what he has in mind, I think he's wrong. It's people like Mr. Frank Zappa that kept the Senate from being able to send arms to the democratic freedom fighters in Nicaragua! And I, for one, am headin' down there myself, as soon as I finish up here tonight. And I want the elected official, Mr. Charlie Sanders the Democrat, to remember that "Democrat" begins with a "D", just like DEMON! And we'll remember you, friend, when it comes votin' time. And Margaret Boyd[?] and Carmen Belacord[?], despite ...[?] habit, did some help to back things up. Friends, these forms cost money. And this money could be going towards a more powerful military; this money could be going towards driving out the illegal aliens. Instead, Mr. Zappa wants to have a bunch of young, uninformed 18 to 21-year-olds votin' here, and spendin' your money. And I just want you to know that tonight, I *love* him anyway. Because I've got love in my heart, and I'm not afraid of the fact that he turned this into some kind of zoo up here. Sunday--that's not fair, Mr. Zappa--Sunday night used to be a night in which Americans would get together. They'd go to their place of worship, and they would share. And I don't know why, on this night which is supposed to be Valentine's night, there aren't more people that have a heart that have a love affair with America. But instead, they're here on Sunday night, worshipping this man who's demon-possessed! I ask you, Mr. Frank Zappa, what kind of man can name a child Moon Unit? What kind of man can name a child Weasel? What kind of man can name a child Ohman? To me, it defies the logic. And I'm comin' here tonight because I want to share with him, just the same way we're going to give spirit power to the democratic freedom fighters down there, our brothers that wanna have the freedom to be able to have a man like Pat Robertson. To have a man like Mr. Dole. Restore, America! And I'm gonna ask the power and the joy and the power of the living king of kings, and a lot of you here, you smut-minded, musical people say, "King of kings, that must be Elvis". No, I'm gonna ask for the power and ask for the glory. I'm gonna now, I'm gonna tell you a story. I'm gonna drive out the demons, friends. I'm gonna ask you to help this badness end. Come on Frank, let's have a story. Come on now share the glory. Do you feel the power? Come on, put out the negativity... |
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from Frank Zappa - You Can'T Do That On Stage Anymore Vol.5 (2001)
Frank Zappa (dialog)
Motorhead Sherwood (dialog) Arthur Tripp (dialog) Ian Underwood (dialog) FZ: They're really getting professional now. In the dressing room waiting for the Vanilla Fudge to go off Motorhead and Arthur Dyer Tripp the Third are playing cards. Arthur: Pair of queens what is this shit? Motorhead: Pissy, pissy poop. Arthur: Can I go down with two cards? Motorhead: Pissy, pissy poop. Arthur: Do it this way. Give me a good chance buddy. Motorhead: I'll take that sonabitch. Arthur: You better not Motorhead: I took it. Arthur: Oh, you're running for a spade straight, are ya? Motorhead: I took it. Arthur: Oh, I got your number. Motorhead: Oh whaddaya know. Arthur: I knew it. You have any other one I want? (phhht!) I hear a Fuzztone. Wahhh Motorhead: You shink evvyzing gonna be awright? Arthur: Is this an accounting office? |
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from Frank Zappa - Joe`S Garage Acts 1, 2 & 3 (2006)
Act III
(after the song ends) This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER... As you can see, MUSIC can get you pretty fucked up...Take a tip from Joe, do like he did, hock your imaginary guitar and get a good job...Joe did, and he's a happy guy now, on the day shift at the Utility Muffin Research Kitchen, arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas snoot of a fully-charged icing anointment utensil. And every time a nice little muffin comes by on the belt, he poots forth... And if this doesn't convince you that MUSIC causes BIG TROUBLE...then maybe I should turn off my plastic' megaphone and sing the last song on the album in my regular voice... SCENE EIGHTEEN A LITTLE GREEN ROSETTA CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER: A little green rosetta A little green rosetta A little green rosetta A little green rosetta You'll make a muffin betta With a green rosetta A little green rosetta A tiny green rosetta A little green rosetta A little green rosetta A little green rosetta A little green rosetta You'll make a muffin betta Betta It's really getting betta It's betta, it's betta With a green rosetta Green rositti A little green rositti It's really, really meaty A little green rositti Betta, betta, (Hey, really out there...really good) It's really getting betta It's betta, it's betta With a green rosetta Setta, setta (Good God, give the drummer some) Green rosetta A little green rosetta A little green rosetta A little green rosetta (Setta, setta, setta, etc....) (Make a muffin, make a muffin, make a muffin, Make a muffin betta, make a muffin betta, etc....) With a green rosetta A little green rosetta (Etc....) Good God! You're really jammin ! Now the Reggae version, hey, for the People in the Third World... we haven't forgotten anybody on this song.. .for all of you French people...who think that you re outta sight... And for the people in Spain...who think the French people are where its at... And for the people in Mongolia who always wanted to go to Spain for a vacation... And for those of you in Taiwan who got chumped, this chorus is for you: (Rang Tang Ding Dong, I am the Japanese Sandman... Take eight...) Green rosetta Green rosetta A little green rosetta (Against the Reggae beat, though... No, it's still Reggae, but it s all backwards) A little green rosetta A little green rosetta A little green rosetta You'll make a muffin betta (Etc., etc., etc...) Now you see, some places in the Third World it might be difficult to dance to this because the kerosene record player is not a very efficient device.. .And a lot of times they run out of, they run out of spunk right in the middle of the chorus... Causing the song to sound like this... A little green rosetta However we continue in spite of the fact that the fuel may be low on your record player. We suggest that in places like the Fourth World where things are really tough that you keep the record player going by rubbing two sticks together. And if all else fails, throw the record away... build your own green rosetta...try this recipe: Well start with a lump of grass... the grass bone connected to the ankle bone...the knee bone connected to the wishbone...and then everybody moves to New York and goes to a party with Warren. Hey! And we've flown in, at great expense, (triple scale, no less, ladies and gentlemen), Steve Gad's clone to play the out-chorus on this song...he's really outa-site, in spite of the fact that the click track is totally irrelevant to what he's doing now. I'm listening to the click, yes I'm suffering with the click track right now...this guy is totally out of sync with it, but what the fuck. Ed Mann will call him up later, show him the sign. Okay Vinnie, where is five? They're pretty good musicians They re pretty good musicians They're pretty good musicians They're pretty good musicians But it don't make no difference If they're good musicians Because anybody who would buy this record Doesn't give a fuck if there's good musicians on it Because this is a stupid song AND THAT'S THE WAY I LIKE IT A little green rosetta A little green rosetta A little green rosetta A little green rosetta You make a muffin betta With a little green rosetta A little green rosetta Rosetta, rosetta, rosetta (etc., etc., etc....) AL MALKIN. Zetta.. |
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from Frank Zappa - Frank Zappa`S 200 Motels (2007)
Mark Volman (vocals)
Howard Kaylan (vocals) Ian Underwood (keyboards, woodwinds) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) George Duke (keyboards, trombone) Martin Lickert (bass) Ruth Underwood (orchestra drum set) Jim Pons (vocals) Female Soprano: Why don't you strap on this here bunch of cardboard boxes daddy-o? Chorus: Joy of my desiring Female Soprano: You certainly look suave and get me hot. Chorus: Hot hot. Get me hot Female Soprano: And horny. If there's one thing I really get off on, it's a nun suit painted on some old boxes. Chorus: Some old melodies. Female Soprano: Four-four... an aura Chorus: An areola Female Soprano: Pink gums. Stumpy gray teeth. Chorus: Dental floss. Female Soprano: Gets me hot. Want to watch a dental hygiene movie? |
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from Frank Zappa - You Can'T Do That On Stage Anymore Vol.5 (2001) | |||||
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from Frank Zappa - Joe`S Garage Acts 1, 2 & 3 (2006)
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Warren Cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals) Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals) Ike Willis (lead vocals) Peter Wolf (keyboards) Arthur Barrow (bass, vocals) Ed Mann (percussion) Vinnie Colaiuta (drums) Arriving at L. Ron Hoover's modernistic office / cathedral / warehouse / condominium complex, Joe is greeted by a pre-recorded message and a dramatically illuminated image on a wall-sized TV screen... L. Ron Hoover: Welcome to the First Church of Appliantology! The WHITE ZONE is for loading and unloading only! Don't you be Tarot-fied It's just a token of my extreme Don't you be Tarot-fied It's just a token of my extreme Don't you never try to look behind my eyes You don't wanna know what they have seen Don't you never try to look behind my eyes You don't wanna know what they have seen Joe: (thinking to himself) Some people think That if they go too far They'll never get back To where the rest of them are I might be crazy But there's one thing I know You might be surprised At what you find when ya go! And thus, having rationalized his expedition to L. Ron's modernistic office / cathedral / warehouse / condominium complex, JOE seeks The Answer to his problem... Joe: Oh oh oh Mystical Advisor What is my problem, tell me Can you see? L. Ron Hoover: Well, you have nothing to fear, my son! You are a Latent Appliance Fetishist, It appears to me! Joe: That all seems very, very strange I never craved a toaster Or a color T.V. L. Ron Hoover: A Latent Appliance Fetishist Is a person who refuses to admit to his or herself That sexual gratification can only be achieved Through the use of MACHINES... Get the picture? Joe: Are you telling me I should come out of the closet now Mr. Ron? L. Ron Hoover: No, my son! You must go into THE CLOSET Joe: What? L. Ron Hoover: And you will have Joe: Heh? L. Ron Hoover: Hey! A lot of fun! That's where they all live So if you want an Appliance to love you You'll have to go in there 'N' get you one Joe: Well...that seems simple enough... L. Ron Hoover: Yes, but if you want a really GOOD one, You'll have to learn a foreign language... Joe: German, for instance? L. Ron Hoover: That's right... A lot of really cute ones come from over there! (Fifty bucks, please) And a cheerful group of Appliantologists dance into the room wearing aluminum foil lab smocks, lock arms in a circle around JOE, making sure he pays in full, all the while singing with L. RON as he delivers his final instructions... L. Ron Hoover: If you been Mod-O-fied, It's an illusion, an you're in between Don't you be Tarot-fied, It's just a lot of nothin', So what can it mean? If you been Mod-O-fied, It's an illusion, an yer in between Don't you be Tarot-fied, It's just a lot of nothin', So what can it mean? If you been Mod-O-fied, It's an illusion, an yer in between... JOE leaves the First Church of Appliantology and sets out to try L. RON's expensive advice CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER: This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER... Joe has just learned to speak German Now, get this, heres why he did it! He's gonna go to this club on the other side of town, it's called THE CLOSET... And they got these Appliances in there that really go for a guy dressed up like a housewife who can speak German (you know what I mean)... so Joe's learned how to speak German, he goes in this place and he sees these little Kitchen Machineries dancing around with each other, and he sees this one...that looks like it's a cross between an industrial vacuum cleaner and a chrome piggy bank with marital aids stuck all over its body... it's really exciting...and when he sees it, he BURSTS INTO SONG... |
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from Frank Zappa - We`re Only In It For The Money (1968) | |||||
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from Frank Zappa - We'Re Only In It For The Money / Lumpy Gravy (1994)
Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) I don't do publicity balling for you anymore... The first word in this song is discorporate. It means: to leave your body Discorporate & come with me Shifting; drifting Cloudless; starless VELVET VALLEYS & A SAPPHIRE SEA: Wah Wah Unbind your mind There is no time To lick your stamps And paste them in DISCORPORATE And we will begin...WAH WAH! Flower Power sucks! Diamonds on velvets on goldens on vixen On comet on cupid on donner & blitzen On up & away & afar & a go-go Escape from the weight of your corporate logo! UNBIND YOUR MIND THERE IS NO TIME Boin-n-n-n-n-n-g TO LICK YOUR STAMPS AND PASTE THEM IN DISCORPORATE AND WE'LL BEGIN FREEDOM! FREEDOM! KINDLY LOVING! YOU'LL BE ABSOLUTELY FREE ONLY IF YOU WANT TO BE Dreaming on cushions of velvet & satin To music by magic by people that happen To enter the world of a strange purple Jello The dreams as they live them are all mellow yellow UNBIND YOUR MIND THERE IS NO TIME Boin-n-n-n-n-n-g TO LICK YOUR STAMPS AND PASTE THEM IN DISCORPORATE AND WE'LL BEGIN FREEDOM! FREEDOM! KINDLY LOVING! YOU'LL BE ABSOLUTELY FREE ONLY IF YOU WANT TO BE YOU'LL BE ABSOLUTELY FREE ONLY IF YOU WANT TO BE |
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from Frank Zappa - You Can`T Do That On Stage Anymore Vol.3 (2001) | |||||
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from Frank Zappa - You Can`T Do That On Stage Anymore Vol.6 (2001) | |||||
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from Maurice Ravel, Frank Zappa - Omnibus Wind Ensemble Music By Frank Zappa (2002) | |||||
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from Frank Zappa - Zappa Picks/ By Larry Lalonde Of Primus (2004) | |||||
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from Frank Zappa - The Lost Episodes (1998)
Captain Beefheart (lead vocals)
Frank Zappa (guitar) Winged Eel Fingerling (Elliot Ingber) (slide guitar) Drumbo (John French) (drums) You may find me, baby Yeah, this street With my slippery fists Knock it like this n Knock it like that With my heart in a cage Tucked up under my hat Fluttering like a little black bird, yeh Just seen his furs, pussycat Got my umbrella up in front, yeah And over my head Ready to beat you, baby, If you don't let me in Cuz its raining Cuz its raining, Baby outside Well I'm tired and cold and hungry Been knocked like this an Knocked like that Dont see that bad backyard Alley cat I want dis little pussy Baby wants some o dis And some o dat Dont treat me, baby, like your Any old Alley Cat Alley Cat Alley Cat Alley Cat Dont treat me, baby, like your Any old Alley Cat |
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from Frank Zappa - One Size Fits All (2004)
Frank Zappa (guitar, vocals)
George Duke (keyboards, synthesizer, lead vocals) Napoleon Murphy Brock (flute, tenor saxophone, lead vocals) Chester Thompson (drums) Tom Fowler (bass) Ruth Underwood (vibes, marimba, percussion) Bloodshot Rollin' Red (harmonica) Johnny "Guitar" Watson (vocals) Is there anything good inside of you If there is, I really wanna know Is there anything Good inside of you If there is I really wanna Know Is there anything Good inside of you If there is I really wanna Know Is there? Is there any-thaaaang good inside of you If there is, I really wanna know-woh-oh-oh-oh Is there any-thaaaang good inside of you If there is, I really wanna know, really wanna know... Something Anything Something Anything Show me a sign If you don't mind Show me a sign If you don't mind Do you know what I'm really telling you Is it something that you can understand Do you know what I'm really telling you Is it something that you can understand Do you know what I'm really telling you Is it something that you can understand Do you know what I'm really telling you Is it something that you can understand Andy de vine Had a thong rind It was sublime But the wrong kind Andy de vine Had a thong rind It was sublime But the wrong kind Have I aligned With a blown mind Wasted my time On a drawn blind Have I aligned With a blown mind Wasted my time On a drawn blind Oh Andy ... |
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from Frank Zappa - The Best Band You Never Heard In Your Life (2004)
Frank Zappa (guitar, vocals)
George Duke (keyboards, synthesizer, lead vocals) Napoleon Murphy Brock (flute, tenor saxophone, lead vocals) Chester Thompson (drums) Tom Fowler (bass) Ruth Underwood (vibes, marimba, percussion) Bloodshot Rollin' Red (harmonica) Johnny "Guitar" Watson (vocals) Is there anything good inside of you If there is, I really wanna know Is there anything Good inside of you If there is I really wanna Know Is there anything Good inside of you If there is I really wanna Know Is there? Is there any-thaaaang good inside of you If there is, I really wanna know-woh-oh-oh-oh Is there any-thaaaang good inside of you If there is, I really wanna know, really wanna know... Something Anything Something Anything Show me a sign If you don't mind Show me a sign If you don't mind Do you know what I'm really telling you Is it something that you can understand Do you know what I'm really telling you Is it something that you can understand Do you know what I'm really telling you Is it something that you can understand Do you know what I'm really telling you Is it something that you can understand Andy de vine Had a thong rind It was sublime But the wrong kind Andy de vine Had a thong rind It was sublime But the wrong kind Have I aligned With a blown mind Wasted my time On a drawn blind Have I aligned With a blown mind Wasted my time On a drawn blind Oh Andy ... |
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from Some Time In New York City (1973) | |||||
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from Frank Zappa - You Are What You Is (2001) | |||||
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from Frank Zappa - Broadway The Hard Way (2001)
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike Willis (guitar, vocals) Mike Keneally (guitar, synthesizer, vocals) Bobby Martin (keyboards, vocals) Ed Mann (percussion) Walt Fowler (trumpet) Bruce Fowler (trombone) Paul Carman (alto saxophone) Albert Wing (tenor saxophone) Kurt McGettrick (baritone saxophone) Scott Thunes (bass) Chad Wackerman (drums) Eric Buxton (vocals) You are the girl Somebody invented In a grim little office On Madison Ave. They were specific They made you terrific: Red lips; Blue eyes; Blonde hair; Un-wise -- You're All-American, And, darling, they said so YOU'D TAKE ANY KIND OF PAIN FROM ME, WOULDN'T YOU, BABY? YOU'D TAKE ANY KIND OF PAIN FROM ME, WOULDN'T YOU, BABY? SINCE YOU HAVEN'T GOT A BRAIN, LET ME JUST EXPLAIN: ANY KIND OF PAIN IS NEVER A MAYBE Her head's full of bubbles; Her nose is petite! She looks like she never Gets nothin' to eat! She dines with actors, 'N Wall Street characters: Dull talk; Nice clothes -- See her? She blows -- She's so important 'Cause he gets to do talk shows -- AND SHE'D TAKE ANY KIND OF PAIN FROM ME, WOULDN'T YOU, BOBBY? SHE'D TAKE ANY KIND OF PAIN FROM ME, WOULDN'T YOU, BOBBY? SINCE YOU HAVEN'T GOT A NAME, LET ME JUST EXPLAIN: ANY KIND OF PAIN IS PROBABLY HER HOBBY She has moves up now; She's come a long way -- They give her bunches Of words she can say! When she's in a bold mood, "Confinement Loaf" sounds good -- That's right, She's wrong! Let's end Her song (It seems she's everywhere We just can't escape her -- Is this a miracle of pure evolution? And all the yuppie boys, they dream they will rape her -- She brings the 80's To a thrilling conclusion!) YES, SHE'S EVERY BIT AS TAME AS ME, ISN'T SHE TENDER? YES, SHE'S EVERY BIT AS LAME AS ME, LET US REMEMBER, SHE GETS ONLY HALF THE BLAME ONLY HALF THE BLAME ONLY HALF THE BLAME UNLESS WE EXTEND HER -- |
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from Frank Zappa - The Lost Episodes (1998)
Ray Collins (lead vocals, harmonica, tambourine, finger cymbals, bobby pin, tweezers)
Jimmy Carl Black (drums) Roy Estrada (bass, guitarron, boy soprano) Elliot Ingber (lead guitar, rhythm guitar) Any way the wind blows is-a fine with me Any way the wind blows, it don't matter to me 'Cause I'm thru with-a fussin' and-a fightin' with-a you I went out and found a woman who is gonna be true She makes me oh so happy now, I'm never ever blue Any way the wind blows, Any way the wind blows, Any way the wind blows She's my heart and soul and she loves me tenderly Now my story can't be told just how good she is to me Yes, she treats me like she loves me and she never makes me cry I'm gonna stick with her 'till the day I die She's not like you baby, she would never ever lie Any way the wind blows, Any way the wind blows, Any way the wind blows Any way the wind blows, Any way the wind blows, Any way the wind blows Now that I am free from the troubles of the past Took me much too long to see that our romance couldn't last I'm gonna go away and leave you standing at the door I'll tell you pretty baby I won't be back no more 'Cause you don't even know what love is for Any way the wind blows, Any way the wind blows, Any way the wind blows |
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from Frank Zappa - Cruising With Ruben & The Jets (1968) | |||||
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from Frank Zappa - Freak Out! (1966) | |||||
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from Frank Zappa - Cruising With Ruben & The Jets (1968) | |||||
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from Frank Zappa - Apostroghe / Overnight Sensation (0000) | |||||
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from Frank Zappa - You Can`T Do That On Stage Anymore Vol.2 (2001)
FZ: Alright, that's the melody, now, here it is with the mouth, as performed at Eva's wedding... Come on Ruth, come on! Ah, come on Ruth, sing along, come on Ruth, harmonize with him... A-ren-ne-henna... Okay. Achtung! One two, one two three four...
Simmons funky What are wondering about (It's a hit!) Chester! [...] shoe Chester (Suzi) Singin' (Quatro) Funky Ruthie-Ruthie [...] teeth (Take the towels We want you to take them to your country No, don't pay us for the towels We insist Towels... Suitcase... Get it through customs for her) FZ: And now, here is way number three: With the feet! Hey! It's so modern... Can't have any of that! FZ: Later on we'll have a dance-contest and some lucky member of the audience will win a quart of Finnish champagne! George: That's a good... That's a good... FZ: Just wanna see how long... Right! Okay... Alright, now here it is, all the way through... So exhilarating... Guy in the audience: Eric Dolphy Memorial Barbecue! FZ: Hey! That's a good idea, isn't it? Another guy: This guy has ESP! FZ: Thank you! Thank you very much. Thank you, and thank you. And thank you some more, and thank you very much, and thank you, and thank you... KIITOS! Thank you, and thank you... |
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from Frank Zappa - You Can`T Do That On Stage Anymore Vol.4 (2001)
FZ: Alright, that's the melody, now, here it is with the mouth, as performed at Eva's wedding... Come on Ruth, come on! Ah, come on Ruth, sing along, come on Ruth, harmonize with him... A-ren-ne-henna... Okay. Achtung! One two, one two three four...
Simmons funky What are wondering about (It's a hit!) Chester! [...] shoe Chester (Suzi) Singin' (Quatro) Funky Ruthie-Ruthie [...] teeth (Take the towels We want you to take them to your country No, don't pay us for the towels We insist Towels... Suitcase... Get it through customs for her) FZ: And now, here is way number three: With the feet! Hey! It's so modern... Can't have any of that! FZ: Later on we'll have a dance-contest and some lucky member of the audience will win a quart of Finnish champagne! George: That's a good... That's a good... FZ: Just wanna see how long... Right! Okay... Alright, now here it is, all the way through... So exhilarating... Guy in the audience: Eric Dolphy Memorial Barbecue! FZ: Hey! That's a good idea, isn't it? Another guy: This guy has ESP! FZ: Thank you! Thank you very much. Thank you, and thank you. And thank you some more, and thank you very much, and thank you, and thank you... KIITOS! Thank you, and thank you... |
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from Frank Zappa - We`re Only In It For The Money (1968) | |||||
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from Frank Zappa - We'Re Only In It For The Money / Lumpy Gravy (1994)
Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals)
Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) ARE YOU HUNG UP? ARE YOU HUNG UP? Honest... Outta site, yeah! Listen, ah, ARE YOU HUNG UP? Well... You're strung up, are you? I decided... I called it Honest... Outta site, yeah! Listen, ah, ARE YOU HUNG UP? One of these days I am going to erase every tape in the world ...In the world...world... Tomorrow I may do it... All the Frank Zappa Masters... Nothing... Blank... Empty... Space... That's what they are now... Blank... Empty... Space... I know he's sitting in there, In the control room now, Listening to everything I say But I really don't care Hello Frank Zappa! Hi boys & girls I'm Jimmy Carl Black I'm the Indian of the group! |
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from Some Time In New York City (1973)
What a waste of human power
What a waste of human lives Shoot the prisoners in the towers Forty-three poor widowed wives Attica State, Attica State, we're all mates with Attica State Media blames it on the prisoners But the prisoners did not kill "Rockefeller pulled the trigger" That is what the people feel Attica State, Attica State, we're all mates with Attica State Free the prisoners, jail the judges Free all prisoners everywhere All they want is truth and justice All they need is love and care Attica State, Attica State, we're all mates with Attica State They all live in suffocation Let's not watch them die in sorrow Now's the time for revolution Give them all a chance to grow Attica State, Attica State, we're all mates with Attica State Come together join the movement Take a stand for human rights Fear and hatred clouds our judgement Free us all from endless night Attica State, Attica State, we're all mates with Attica State Attica State, Attica State, we all live in Attica State Attica State, Attica State, Attica, Attica, Attica State |
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from Some Time In New York City (1973)
Good night!
Good night, thank you! Thank you We'd like to thank Frank for having us on here Yeah, he's great, isn't he? He's the greatest |
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from Frank Zappa - You Can`T Do That On Stage Anymore Vol.1 (2001)
Don't tell me no, Babbette (I mean, Duke)
Don't you tear my dream Don't you break my heart Darling, we could share a love so fine Please, doggy Won't you be mine (Hi-aye-hi... yah!) Don't tell me no, Babbette Can't you see that I Don't wanna make you cry You're the only one like this before Please, Babbette, it's you I adore! (You I a-do-ore!) Oh-oh! Oh-ow... Oh, how I want you I really really want you I need your love to guide my way Oh, oh, oh! Oh, how I need you I really really need you Don't try to bark And I'll take you to the park Arf, Arf, Arf! No, Babbette Don't you tear my dream Don't you break my heart Oh, ah ah! (We could share a love) We... (We could share a love) Y'know, (We could share a love) Babbette, (We could share a love) I know I had to go on a tour with Zappa That's what Marty said, he said: But Babbette, Well, y'know, when I need a little bit of your lovin', Babbette I brought along a whistle around my neck So I could call ya, Babbette I said, Whaaa-aaaah-ooooh! Could nobody hear that whistle but Babbette. Oh, it's a strange dog whistle The only dogs that answer are Great Danes, German Shepherds, Doberman pinschers, all Marty's women You know I said, no, no, no, Babbette. Share my love Don't make me cry-y (Don't let me cry) Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, Babbette Share my love Don't make me, don't make me, don't make me cry Oh-ooh-ow-ow-ow well... arf, arf, arf, arf, arf Please... (it's what Marty say to all his dogs) (Marty, there's a phone call for you.) Please... |
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from Frank Zappa - Sheik Yerbouti (2006)
Baby Snakes
Late at night is when they come out Baby Snakes Sure you know what I'm talkin' about Pink 'n' wet They make the best kinda pet Baby Baby Snakes Looked around An' there's a couple right near me Baby Snakes Maybe I think they can probably hear me Pink 'n' wet I'll take all I can get Baby Baby Sna-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-kes, Yeah They live in a ho-ho-hole (Tiny hole) That is usually empty (usually empty, tiny too) They live by a code (Dit dit dit dit) That is usually SMPTE Which stands for *Society of Motion Picture & Television Engineers* Maybe I think That is what keeps them in sync They're wet 'n' they're pink I think I'll give 'em a, give 'em a, Give 'em a drink Baby Sna-a-a-a-a-akesss |
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from Frank Zappa - Broadway The Hard Way (2001)
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike Willis (guitar, vocals) Mike Keneally (guitar, synthesizer, vocals) Bobby Martin (keyboards, vocals) Ed Mann (percussion) Walt Fowler (trumpet) Bruce Fowler (trombone) Paul Carman (alto saxophone) Albert Wing (tenor saxophone) Kurt McGettrick (baritone saxophone) Scott Thunes (bass) Chad Wackerman (drums) Eric Buxton (vocals) While I was down in W.D.C. Certain folks were not glad to see me I just tried to get out the vote But some little weasel must 'a dropped 'em a note It said: "Check out the politics Practiced by this oaf And if they ain't just right Feed him Confinement Loaf." They wanne be Feedin' 'em Feedin' 'em Feedin' 'em Feedin' 'em Feedin' 'em Feedin' 'em Feedin' 'em Feedin' 'em LOAF...loaf (3X) |
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from Frank Zappa - You Can'T Do That On Stage Anymore Vol.5 (2001)
Frank Zappa (lead guitar)
Lowell George (guitar, vocals) Roy Estrada (bass) Don Preston (keyboards) Buzz Gardner (trumpet) Ian Underwood (alto saxophone) Bunk Gardner (tenor saxophone) Motorhead Sherwood (baritone saxophone) Jimmy Carl Black (drums) Arthur Tripp (drums) (Instrumental) |
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from Frank Zappa - You Can`T Do That On Stage Anymore Vol.3 (2001)
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike Willis (rhythm guitar, vocals) Ray White (rhythm guitar, vocals) Steve Vai (rhythm guitar, vocals) Warren Cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals) Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals) Tommy Mars (keyboards, vocals) Peter Wolf (keyboards) Bob Harris (keyboards, trumpet, vocals) Ed Mann (percussion) Arthur Barrow (bass, vocals) Vinnie Colaiuta (drums) Bamboozled by love, Oh lord, the shit done hit the fan Bamboozled by love Oh lord, the shit done hit the fan The way that girl been carryin' on I swear I just don't understand Don't you know I treat her nice and kind The way no other lover can Now don't you know I treat her nice and kind The way no other lover can I came home the other day and she was Suckin' off some other man I ain't the type for beggin' I ain't the type to plead If she don't change those evil ways I'm gonna make her bleed She can scream and she can holler Bang her head all along the wall If she don't give me what I want She ain't gonna have no head at all Bamboozled by love I said she fooled around too long Bamboozled by love I said she fooled around too long Now I am mad and getting meaner I am here and she is gone And the reason you have not seen her She is underneath the lawn I know she's underneath the lawn, lawn, lawn Now look I ain't the type for beggin' Now I ain't the type to plead If she don't change those evil ways I'm gonna make her bleed She can scream and she can holler Bang her head all along the wall If she don't give me what I want She ain't gonna have no head at all Bamboozled by love I said she fooled around too long Bamboozled by love, oh lord I said she fooled around too long Now I am mad and getting meaner, meaner I am here and she is gone And the reason you have not seen her, seen her Is she is underneath the lawn |
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from Frank Zappa - Tinseltown Rebellion (2005)
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike Willis (rhythm guitar, vocals) Ray White (rhythm guitar, vocals) Steve Vai (rhythm guitar, vocals) Warren Cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals) Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals) Tommy Mars (keyboards, vocals) Peter Wolf (keyboards) Bob Harris (keyboards, trumpet, vocals) Ed Mann (percussion) Arthur Barrow (bass, vocals) Vinnie Colaiuta (drums) Bamboozled by love, Oh lord, the shit done hit the fan Bamboozled by love Oh lord, the shit done hit the fan The way that girl been carryin' on I swear I just don't understand Don't you know I treat her nice and kind The way no other lover can Now don't you know I treat her nice and kind The way no other lover can I came home the other day and she was Suckin' off some other man I ain't the type for beggin' I ain't the type to plead If she don't change those evil ways I'm gonna make her bleed She can scream and she can holler Bang her head all along the wall If she don't give me what I want She ain't gonna have no head at all Bamboozled by love I said she fooled around too long Bamboozled by love I said she fooled around too long Now I am mad and getting meaner I am here and she is gone And the reason you have not seen her She is underneath the lawn I know she's underneath the lawn, lawn, lawn Now look I ain't the type for beggin' Now I ain't the type to plead If she don't change those evil ways I'm gonna make her bleed She can scream and she can holler Bang her head all along the wall If she don't give me what I want She ain't gonna have no head at all Bamboozled by love I said she fooled around too long Bamboozled by love, oh lord I said she fooled around too long Now I am mad and getting meaner, meaner I am here and she is gone And the reason you have not seen her, seen her Is she is underneath the lawn |
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from Frank Zappa - You Can`T Do That On Stage Anymore Vol.1 (2001)
Frank Zappa (vocals)
Ike Willis (background vocals) Ray White (background vocals) Napoleon Murphy Brock (background vocals) Bobby Martin (saxophone, falsetto) Brad Cole (piano) Scott Thunes (bass) Chad Wackerman (drums) Be in my video, Darling, every night I will rent a cage for you And mi-j-i-nits dressed in white (teeny-little-tiny-little...) Twirl around in a lap dissolve Pretend to sing the words I'll rent a gleaming limousine; Release a flock of Ber-herna-herna-herna Herna-her-nerds Wear a leather collar And a dagger in your ear (Stabbin' and a-stabbin' and a-stabbin' and a-stabbin' at you-ou-ou-ou-ou) I will make you smell the glove And try to look sincere, then we'll Dance the blues (Oh yes) Let's dance the blues (We'll dance the blues) Let's dance the blues (We'll dance them very much) Under the megawatt moonlight Pretend to be Chinese, (One-hung-low) I'll make you wear red shoes There's a cheesy atom bomb explosion All the big groups use Atomic light will shine Through an old venetian blind Making patterens on your face, Then it cuts to outer space With its billions & billions & Billions & billions and Be in my video Darling, every night Everyone in cable-land Will say you're 'outta-sight' You can show your legs While you're getting in the car, then I will look repulsive While I mangle my guitar Reen-toon-teen-toon-teen-toon Tee-nu-nee-nu-nee, Moo-ahhhh Reen-toon-teen-toon-teen-toon Tee-nu-nee-nu-nee, Moo-ahhhh Reen-toon-teen-toon-teen-toon Tee-nu-nee-nu-nee, Moo-ahhhh Tee-nu-nee-nu-nee, Moo-ahhhh Tee-nu-nee-nu-nee, Moo-ahhhh-wah-wah-wah! After all the closeup shots of you In bondage leather They'll spray an alley with a hose And we'll escape together Then we'll dance the blues again (Oh yes, we'll dance the blues) Let's dance the blues again (Sure we will) Let's dance the blues again (We'll dance them blues) In the middle of an alley Let's dance your face (Let's dance your face) Let's dance your lips (And dance your lips) Let's dance your nose (We'll dance your nose) And then we'll dance your sinus! Wooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooooooo! |
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from Maurice Ravel, Frank Zappa - Omnibus Wind Ensemble Music By Frank Zappa (2002) | |||||
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from Frank Zappa - Shut Up `N Play Yer Guitar (2001)
(includes part of the leather conversation)
(Guitar solo from The Torture Never Stops The Palladium, NYC October 30, 1980 engineer: George Douglas FZ lead guitar Steve Vai rhythm guitar Ray White rhythm guitar Ike Willis rhythm guitar Tommy Mars keyboards Bob Harris keyboards Arthur Barrow bass Vinnie Colaiuta drums Terry Bozzio voice Patrick O'Hearn voice Davey Moire voice? People inside the piano from Apostolic Studios, NYC October, 1967 All-Night John Kilgore voice Girl (Maxine or Beckie) voice Louis The Turkey Cuneo voice) John: Keep on to it . . . ahm . . . Who's out there Gross Man? I know they're Gross Men . . . Girl: No! Louis: It 'cause . . . all my body! No . . . honey . . . Boogey-man or something, nothing's on there, Boogey-man! O'Hearn: God! Right . . . well, oh, f**kin' . . . Bozzio: Beat this f**kin' surfist . . . Moire?: No way, (gato . . .) O'Hearn: Yeah, for Christ, beat it with your fist, for Christ . . . |
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from Frank Zappa - You Are What You Is (2001)
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike Willis (rhythm guitar, vocals) Ray White (rhythm guitar, vocals) Bob Harris (boy soprano, trumpet) Steve Vai (guitar) Tommy Mars (keyboards) Arthur Barrow (bass) Ed Mann (percussion) David Ocker (clarinet, bass clarinet) Motorhead Sherwood (tenor saxophone, vocals) Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals) David Logeman (drums) Craig Steward (harmonica) Jimmy Carl Black (vocals) Ahmet Zappa (vocals) Moon Zappa (vocals) Beauty knows no pain So what you cryin' about Girl Beauty knows no pain So what you cryin' about Girl Beauty knows no Beauty knows no Beauty knows no Even if yer plain You could be tryin' it out Girl Even if yer plain You could be tryin' it out Girl Beauty is no Beauty is no Beauty is no Beauty is a bikini wax 'n waitin' for yer nails to dry Beauty is colored pencil, scribbled all around yer eye Beauty is a pair of shoes that makes you wanna die Beauty is a Beauty is a Beauty is a Lie But you don't care if it's a lie 'Cause you are such a beautiful guy Your head is north, your feet is south And you save the rest for Charlie's mouth Your head is north Your feet is south And you save the rest for CHARLIE'S ENORMOUS MOUTH... |
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from Frank Zappa - Zappa In New York (2004) | |||||
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from Frank Zappa - Just Another Band From L.A (2007)
Mark Volman (lead vocals)
Howard Kaylan (lead vocals) Ian Underwood (woodwinds, keyboards, vocals) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) Don Preston (keyboards, mini-moog) Jim Pons (bass, vocals) Billy the Mountain Billy the Mountain A regular picturesque Postcardy mountain Residing between lovely Rosamond and Gorman With his stunning wife Ethel A tree, a tree. Billy was a Mountain Ethel was a tree growing off of his shoulder Billy was a Mountain Billy was a Mountain Ethel was a tree growing off of his shoulder Ethel was a tree growing off of his shoulder ( Hey, hey, hey! ) Billy had two big Caves for eyes With a cliff for a jaw That would go up or down And whenever it did He'd puff out some dust And hack up a boulder, hack. Hack up a boulder, hack, hack. Hack up a boulder, hack, hack. Hack up a boulder. Now, one day, and I believe it was on Tuesday, a man in checkered double-knit suit drove up in large El Dorado Cadillac leased from Bob Spreene ( "Where the freeways meet in Downey!" ) and he laid a huge bulging envelope right at the corner of BILLY THE MOUNTAIN, that was right where his foot was supposed to be. Now BILLY THE MOUNTAIN, he couldn't believe it: All those postcards he'd posed for, for all of those years, and finally, now at last, his royalties! "Royalties, royalties, royalties! The royalty check is in, honey!" ... Yes, BILLY THE MOUNTAIN was rich! Yes, and his eyeball caves, they widened in amazement... and his jaw, which was a cliff, well it ... it dropped thirty feet! A bunch of dust puffed out ... rocks and boulders hacked up, hack! hack! ... crushing the Lincoln ... I gave him the money He acted real funny He hacked up a rock and It totaled my car Oh do you Know any trucks Might be bound for the valley I don't wanna stand here All night in this bar ( Dear Lord ) I don't wanna stand here All night in this bar ( No shit ) I don't wanna stand here All night in this bar By two o'clock, when bars had already closed down, Billy had broken the big news to Ethel, AHHHH, and with dust and boulders everywhere, Billy, choked with exitement, announced: "Ethel, we're going on a vacation!"... Yes, and they were going on a vacation, oh, and Ethel, Ethel, Ethel, like any little woman, she of course was very excited ... she creaked a little bit, and some old birds flew off of her. Billy told Ethel they were going to... yes, they where going to New York! "Ethel, we're going to... New York! But first they were gonna stop in Las Vegas... "It's off to Las Vegas to check out the lounges, Pull a few handles and drink a few beers, oh Ethel, Ethel, my darling, you know that I love you, I'm glad we could have a vacation this year, Oh neat-o, glad we could have a vacation this year." They left that night, crunchin' across the Mojave Desert, their voices echoing thru the canyons of your minds... "Ethel, wanna get a cuppa cawfee? Howard Johnson's, ahhh there's a Howard Johnson's! ... Wanna eat some clams? ... The first noteworthy piece of real estate they destroyed was Edwards Air Force Base. And to this very day, wing-nuts and data reduction clerks alike speak in reverent whispers about that fateful night when Test Stand Number One and the rocket sled itself got LUNCHED, I said LUNCHED, by a famous mountain and his small wooden wife ... "Word just in to the KTTV news service undeniably links this mountain and his wife to drug abuse and payoffs as part of San Joaquin Valley smut ring. However, we can assure parents in the Southern California area that a recent narcotic crackdown in Torrence ... Hawthorne ... Lomita ... Westchester ... Playa del Rey ... Santa Monica ... Tujunga ... Sunland ... San Fernando ... Pacoima ... Sylmar ... Newhall ... Canoga Park ... Palmdale ... Glendale ... Irwindale ... Rolling Hills ... Granada Hills ... Shadow Hills ... Cheviot Hills ... will provide the secret evidence the Palmdale Grand Jury has needed to seek a criminal indictement and pave the way for stiffer legislation, increased federal aid, and avert a crippling strike of bartenders and veterinarians throughout the inland empire ..." Within the week, Jerry Lewis had hosted a telethon ( La La La nice lady ) to raise funds for the injured, "injured", and homeless, "homeless" in Glendale, as Billy had just levelled it. And a few miles right outside of town Billy caused a 'Oh mine/my(?) papa' in the earth's crust, right over the secret underground dumps, right near the Jack In The Box on Glenoaks where they keep the pools of old poison gas and obsolete germs bombs, just as a freak tornado cruised through ... Yes, it was about three o'clock in the afternoon when little Howard Kaplan was sitting on his porch ( "Toto...!" ) just playing ( "Come here, Toto ...!" ) and having a nice time with his little accordion, ( "Toto...!" ) and this weird wind came up, direct from Glendale, blowing those terrible germs in his direction ... and all this caused by huge mountain ( "Aunty Em" ) somewhere over the rainbow, blue birds fly, sucking up two-thirds of it ( suck, suck, suck) for an untimely dispersal over vast stretches of ... WATTS!!! Now, unless I misunderstood, it was right outside of Columbus, Ohio when Billy received his notice to report for his induction physical. Now lemme tell ya, Ethel said, now Ethel, Ethel said she wasn't gonna let him go ... "I'm not gonna let you go, Billy" ... that's right, we now have confirmed reports from an informed Orange County minister that Ethel is still an active communist and it is this reporter's opinion that she also practices covert WITCH-CRAFT ... It was about this time that the telephone rang inside of the secret briefcase belonging to one mortal man who might be able to stop all of this senseless destruction and save America herself. And I'm sorry to disappoint some of you, it was not Chief Redden. This one man was Studebacher Hoch, fantastic new super hero of the current economic slump. Now, some folks say he looked like Zubin Mehta (Zubin Mehta); still others say "Bullshit, honey, it was just another greasy guy who happened to be born next to the frozen beef pies at Boney's Market..."; still others say "Pshaw, and piss on you, Jack, he's just a crazy Italian who drove a red car ..." You see, nobody ever really knew for sure because Studebacher was sooooo mysterious .... He was so ( he was so, he was so) mysterious He was so ( he was so, he was so) mysterious 'Cuz when a person gets to be such a hero, folks And marvelouse beyond compute You can never really tell about a guy like that Whether he's really a nice person Or if he just smiles a lot Or if he has a son named Pinocchio or what. Whether he's really a nice person Or if he has a son named Pinocchio or what. Some men say he could fly Some men say he could swim Others say he could sing like Neil Sedaka, And all the girls in Flushing would be amazed of him Two, three amazed of him ... amazed ... Time passed. January, February, March, July, Wednesday, August, Irwindale, two-thirty in the afternoon, Sunday, Monday, Funny Cars, Walnuts, City of Industry, Big John Masamanian ... So when the phone ring in the secret briefcase, a strong masculine hand with a Dudley Do-Right wristwatch and flexy braclet grabbed it and answered in a deep, calmly assured voice: "So... ah... yeah, yeah hello already ... what? ... well, yeah? ... Ah-are you kidding? ... You're not kidding ... a mountain ... with a tree growing off of its shoulder? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah listen, by the way, before you go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front, yeah? Yeah, you should move some of those for me ... We're having a lot of,...listen, so kiss little Jakee on the head... and how's your wife's hemorrhoids?...ah, that's too bad...Listen...so you've got a mountain, with a tree, listen, causing...well, let me write this down... sorta take a few notes here...yeah? ...to El Segundo, huh?...causing untold destruction..( my baby, my baby )...wanted for draft evasion?... an expense account? ... and per diem, too?..." SOME MEN SAY HE COULD DANCE They said he could dance And of course they were right ... Ladies and gentelmen, this is it: The Studebacher Hoch Dancing Lesson & Cosmic Prayer For Guidence, featuring Aynsley Dunbar! ... HIT IT! ... TWIRLY, TWIRLY, TWIRLY, TWIRLY, TWIRLY, Fillmore ... Hey, right hand from a heart Left hand from a heart Right hand from a heart Left hand from a left shoulder To the heart. Fillmore, Fillmore ... Nobody can dance like Studebacher Hoch ... So many rumors have spread about Studebacher Hoch ... consider this rumor which was published about three weeks ago in ROLLING STONE ( "oh, it's gotta be true! ) ... Studebacher Hoch can write the Lord's Prayer on the head of a pin!" (NO!) do-do-do do-do-doot doot do-do-do ... ... I'm so hip ... beef pies ... he was born next to the beef pies, underneath Joni Mitchell's autographed picture, right beside Elliot Robert's big bank book, next to the boat where Crosby flushed away all his stash and the cops got him in the boat and drove away, to the can where Neil Young slipped another disc ... ( Frozen ??? pie Frozen ??? pie Frozen ??? pie And that was the main influence on him The influence of a frozen beef pie ) Boldly springing into action he phoned his wife who ran a modeling school, whereupon he... yes, he ran around the back of the Broadway at Hollywood Boulevard and Vine to see if he could find himself some big, large, unused cardboard boxes ( no shit! )... after which he hit up the Ralph's on Sunset for some Aunt Jemima syrup, some Kaiser boiler foil and pair of blunt sissors, yeah! ... yes, and in the parking lot of Ralph's ... where no prices are lower prices than Ralph's... in the parking lot of Ralph's, in between a pair of customized trucks where nobody was looking, he cut out some really, really, really nice wings and he covered them thoroughly with foil ... Then he took those wings and wedged one under each of his powerful arms and sneaked into a telephone booth ..YES,YES!! And then he shut the fucking door! ... And he pulled down his blue denim policeman-type trouser pants, and he spread even amounts of Aunt Jemima maple syrup all over the inside of his legs! ... Soon the booth was filling with flies ( help me! help me! help me! ) ... He held open the legs of his boxer shorts so they could all get in, and when each and every one of those little cocksucking flies had gone into his pants and they were lapping up all that maple syrup, he bent over and he put his head between his legs and he said in a very clear, impressive, Ron Hubbard-type voice: "New York" ... And the booth and everything lifted up, out of parking lot, and into the sky. Studebacher Hoch YEAH, YEAH, Studebacher Hoch Studebacher Hoch Studebacher Hoch YEAH, YEAH, Studebacher Hoch Studebacher Hoch He's coating his legs With Aunt Jemima syrup up and down His shorts will be filled with flies That will be buzzing all around Studebacher Hoch is really outa sight Studebacher Hoch, he does it every night Studebacher Hoch, he treats the flies all right Studebacher Hoch That's why they never bite, hey! Hey please to New York Fly to New York He could be a dog Or a frog Or a lesbian queen (Fly to New York) He could be a narc Or a lady marine Or he might play dirty He's over thirty Getting old ... I don't know His peculiar attire And the flies he requires Keep leading him on 'Cuz Ethel is gone They keep leading him on 'Cuz Ethel is gone And the mountain she's on And speaking of mountains - - we'll join Studebacher Hoch on the edge of BILLY THE MOUNTAIN's mouth .. take it away! ... "Ah ... ya, ya, ya, hey-ah, Billy, listen ... I've come to reason with you ... our great country needs you in the armed forces ... Your number came up ... ya can't go on running like this forever ..." Ah, but Ethel just shook her twigs angrily. But Studebacher Hoch, calm, cool, collected and unperturbed, continued: "Ya, well listen ... listen you communist sonofabitch ... you better get your ass down there for your fuckin' physical or I'll see to it that you get used for fill dirt in some impending New Jersey marsh reclamation ... And your girlfiend there will wind up disguised as series of brooms, primative ironing boards or a dog house ... get the ( cough, cough ) get the picture?" Ya, well Billy just laughed: "Ha, ha, ha. If they think they're gonna draft me, they're crazy." Unfortunately, because Studebacher Hoch was standing on the edge of BILLY THE MOUNTAIN's mouth when the giant mountain laughed ... Studebacher Hoch lost his footing and fell screaming, two hundred feet into the rubble below ... ( "Aaahhhhh, oh fuck, I'm gonna need a truss ..." ) Ah listen, that only goes to show you And it'l show you once again that A mountain is something you don't wanna fuck with You don't wanna fuck with Don't fuck around Don't fuck around Don't fuck with Billy, No And don't fuck with Ethel You saw what just happened To the guy with the flies Don't fuck around Don't fuck around Don't fuck around Don't fuck around Don't fuck around Don't fuck around Don't fuck around With Biddilly, Biddilly Biddilly The Mountain Eddie, are you kidding? Eddie, are you kidding? Oh I forgot to mention this is where we take our intermission. we will see you in a few minutes Thank you, We'll be back. |
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from Frank Zappa - You Can`T Do That On Stage Anymore Vol.6 (2001)
Terry Bozzio (drums, background vocals)
Davey Moire (vocals) Andre Lewis (organ, vocals) Roy Estrada (bass, vocals) Dave Parlato (bass) Napoleon Murphy Brock (saxophone, vocals) Ruth Underwood (synthesizer, marimba) Donnie Vliet (harmonica) Louanne Neil (harp) Ruben Ladron De Guevara (background vocals) Sharkie Barker (background vocals) (Instrumental) |
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from Frank Zappa - Cheap Thrills (2000)
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike Willis (rhythm guitar, vocals) Ray White (rhythm guitar, vocals) Bobby Martin (keyboards, vocals) Alan Zavod (keyboards) Scott Thunes (bass) Chad Wackerman (drums) Ooh... A real hologram! We sure do! I mean: not real, but almost a real hologram Hey there, people, I'm Bobby Brown They say I'm the cutest boy in town My car is fast, my teeth is shiney I tell all the girls they can kiss my heinie Tiny heinie ho! Here I am at a famous school I'm dressin' sharp I'm actin' cool I got a cheerleader here wants to help with my paper Let her do all the work 'n' maybe later I'll rape her Oh God I am the American dream I do not think I'm too extreme An' I'm a handsome sonofabitch I'm gonna get a new glove 'n' be real rich Get a good, get a good, get a good, get a good job... Women's Liberation Came creepin' all across the nation I tell you people, I was not ready When I fucked this dyke by the name of Freddie She made a little speech then, Aw, she tried to make me say when She had my balls in a vice, but she left the dick I guess it's still hooked on, but now it shoots too quick Oh God I am the American dream, But now I smell like Vaseline An' I'm a miserable sonofabitch Am I a boy or a lady...I don't know which I wonder...wonder...Hi-ho Silver!... So I went out 'n' bought me a leisure mask I jingle my change, but I'm still kinda cute Got a job doin' radio promo An' none of the jocks even think about tonso Eventually me 'n' a friend Sorta drifted along into S&M I can take about an hour on the tower of power 'Long as I gets a little golden shower Oh God I am the American Dream With a spindle up my butt till it makes me scream An' I'll do anything to get ahead "Hi-ho Silver!" Oh God, Oh God, I'm so fantastic! "Hi-ho Silver!" And my name is Bobby Brown And my name is Bobby Brown "Hi-ho Silver!" Way! And my name is Bobby Brown "Hi-ho Silver!" Oh, never mind... The name of this song is: "Keep It Greasey" |
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from Frank Zappa - You Can`T Do That On Stage Anymore Vol.3 (2001)
(Ooh . . . )
A real hologram! (We sure do!) I mean: not real, but almost a real hologram Hey there, people, I'm Bobby Brown They say I'm the cutest boy in town My car is fast, my teeth is shiney Tell all the girls they can kiss my heinie (Tiny heinie ho!) Here I am at a famous school (Gonna fly now) I'm dressin' sharp I'm actin' cool I got a cheerleader here wants to help with my paper Let her do all the work 'n maybe later I'll rape her Oh God I am the American dream I do not think I'm too extreme An' I'm a handsome son-of-a-bitch Gonna get a good job 'n be real rich (Get a good, get a good, get a good, get a good . . . ) Women's Liberation Came creepin' across the nation I tell you people, I was not ready When I fucked this dyke by the name of Freddie She made a little speech then, Aw, she tried to make me say when She had my balls in a vice, but she left the dick I guess it's still hooked on, but now it shoots too quick Oh God I am the American dream But now I smell like Vaseline An' I'm a miserable sonofabitch Am I a boy or a lady . . . I don't know which (I wonder wonder, Hi-Yo, Silver!) So I went out 'n bought me a leisure mask I jingle my change, but I'm still kinda cute Got a job doin' radio promo (Gonna fly now) An' none of the jocks can even tell i'm a homo Eventually me 'n a friend Sorta of drifted along into S&M (YA!) I can take about an hour on the tower of power 'Long as I gets a little golden shower Oh God I am the American dream With a spindle up my butt till it makes me scream An' I'll do anything to get ahead Hi-Yo, Silver! Oh God, Oh God, I'm so fan . . . Hi-Yo, Silver! And my name is Bobby Brown And my name is Bobby Brown Hi-Yo, Silver! Away! And my name is Bobby Brown Hi-Yo, Silver! |
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from Frank Zappa - Sheik Yerbouti (2006)
(Ooh . . . )
A real hologram! (We sure do!) I mean: not real, but almost a real hologram Hey there, people, I'm Bobby Brown They say I'm the cutest boy in town My car is fast, my teeth is shiney Tell all the girls they can kiss my heinie (Tiny heinie ho!) Here I am at a famous school (Gonna fly now) I'm dressin' sharp I'm actin' cool I got a cheerleader here wants to help with my paper Let her do all the work 'n maybe later I'll rape her Oh God I am the American dream I do not think I'm too extreme An' I'm a handsome son-of-a-bitch Gonna get a good job 'n be real rich (Get a good, get a good, get a good, get a good . . . ) Women's Liberation Came creepin' across the nation I tell you people, I was not ready When I fucked this dyke by the name of Freddie She made a little speech then, Aw, she tried to make me say when She had my balls in a vice, but she left the dick I guess it's still hooked on, but now it shoots too quick Oh God I am the American dream But now I smell like Vaseline An' I'm a miserable sonofabitch Am I a boy or a lady . . . I don't know which (I wonder wonder, Hi-Yo, Silver!) So I went out 'n bought me a leisure mask I jingle my change, but I'm still kinda cute Got a job doin' radio promo (Gonna fly now) An' none of the jocks can even tell i'm a homo Eventually me 'n a friend Sorta of drifted along into S&M (YA!) I can take about an hour on the tower of power 'Long as I gets a little golden shower Oh God I am the American dream With a spindle up my butt till it makes me scream An' I'll do anything to get ahead Hi-Yo, Silver! Oh God, Oh God, I'm so fan . . . Hi-Yo, Silver! And my name is Bobby Brown And my name is Bobby Brown Hi-Yo, Silver! Away! And my name is Bobby Brown Hi-Yo, Silver! |
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from Frank Zappa - Orchestral Favorites (2004)
[includes a quote from Who Needs The Peace Corps?]
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from Some Time In New York City (1973)
We're born in a prison
Raised in a prison Sent to a prison called school We cry in a prison We love in a prison We dream in a prison like fools Wood becomes a flute when it's loved Reach for yourself and your battered mates Mirror becomes a razor when it's broken Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate We live with no reason Kicked around for no reason Thrown out without reason like tools We work in a prison And hate in a prison And die in a prison as a rule Wood becomes a flute when it's loved Reach for yourself and your battered mates Mirror becomes a razor when it's broken Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate We live in a prison Among judges and wardens And wait for no reason for you We laugh in a prison Go through all four seasons And die with no vision of truth Wood becomes a flute when it's loved Reach for yourself and your battered mates Mirror becomes a razor when it's broken Look in the mirror and see your shattered fate |
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from Frank Zappa - We`re Only In It For The Money (1968) | |||||
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from Frank Zappa - We'Re Only In It For The Money / Lumpy Gravy (1994)
Frank Zappa (guitar, piano, lead vocals) Billy Mundi (drums, vocals, yak) Bunk Gardner (woodwinds) Roy Estrada (electric bass, vocals) Don Preston (retired) Jimmy Carl Black (drums, trumpet, vocals) Ian Underwood (piano, woodwinds) Motorhead Sherwood (soprano, baritone saxophone) Suzy Creamcheese (telephone) Dick Barber (snorks) Bow tie daddy dontcha blow your top Everything's under control Bow tie daddy dontcha blow your top 'Cause you think you're gettin' too old Don't try to do no thinkin' Just go on with your drinkin' Just have your fun, you old son of a gun Then drive home in your Lincoln |
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from Frank Zappa - Sheik Yerbouti (2006)
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Adrian Belew (rhythm guitar, vocals) Tommy Mars (keyboards, vocals) Peter Wolf (keyboards) Patrick O'Hearn (bass, vocals) Terry Bozzio (drums, vocals) Ed Mann (percussion, vocals) Napoleon Murphy Brock (background vocals) Andre Lewis (background vocals) Randy Thornton (background vocals) Davey Moire (background vocals) Hey! Do you know what you are? You're an asshole! An ASSHOLE! Some of you might not agree 'Cause you probably likes a lot of misery But think a while and you will see... Broken hearts are for assholes Broken hearts are for assholes Are you an asshole? Broken hearts are for assholes Are you an asshole too? Whatcha gonna do, 'cause you're an asshole... Maybe you think you're a lonely guy Maybe you think you're too tough to cry So you went to The Grape, Just to give it a try And Dagmar Without a doubt, the ugliest sonofabitch I ever saw in my life Was his name... One Two Three Four! The whiskers sticking out from underneath of his Pancake make-up And yet he was a beautiful lady Nearly drove you insane Let's talk about Leather: LEATHERRRRRR And so you kissed a little sailor Tex Abel, starring in the latest Shepperton Production: Who had just blew in from Spain Sir Richard Pump-A-Loaf You sniffed the reeking buns of Angel The story of a demented bread-boffer And acted like it was cocaine Cucumber pud annexed to a fine whole-wheat loaf You were dazzled by the exciting new costume of Ko-Ko Then on Tuesday night, Ceasar's back in town In a way you can't explain Facing off in a no-holds-barred tag team grudge match With Kona. And so you worked the wall with Michael Three-hundred-seventy-nine pounds of Samoan dynamite Which gave your back an awful strain Volcanic Hell But you came back on Sunday for the gong show Next Thursday, teen town's finest... But you forgot what I was sayin' 'Cause you're an asshole, You're an asshole That's right You're an asshole, you're an asshole Yes, yes You're an asshole, you're an asshole That's right You're an asshole, you're an asshole Now you been to The Grape 'n' you been to The Chest 'N' now I think you know what you are: you're an asshole You say you can't live with what you been through Well, ladies you can be an asshole too You might pretend you ain't got one on the bottom of you, But don't fool yerself girl It's lookin' at you Don't fool yerself girl It's winkin' at you Don't fool yerself girl It's blinkin' at you That's why I say I'm gonna ram it, ram it, ram it Ram it up yer poop chute Corn hole Ram it, ram it, ram it Ram it up yer poop chute Fist fuck Ram it, ram it, ram it Ram it up yer poop chute Wrist-watch; Crisco Ram it, ram it, ram it Ram it up yer poop chute Pud! Don't fool yerself, girl It's goin' right up yer poop chute Don't fool yerself, girl It's goin' right up yer poop chute (etc., repeats) Aw, I knew you'd be surprised... |
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from Frank Zappa - You Can`T Do That On Stage Anymore Vol.4 (2001)
Frank Zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve Vai (guitar) Ray White (guitar, vocals) Tommy Mars (keyboards) Chuck Wild (piano) Arthur Barrow (bass) Scott Thunes (bass) Jay Anderson (string bass) Ed Mann (percussion) Chad Wackerman (drums) Ike Willis (vocals) Terry Bozzio (vocals) Dale Bozzio (vocals) Napoleon Murphy Brock (vocals) Bob Harris (vocals) Johnny "Guitar" Watson (vocals) BROWN MOSES: (singing) Oh-oh! Wait a minute! What? What wickedness id dis? De way you's carryin' on! Dis pygmy I be clutchin' Have been lef' out on de lawn! De daddy were ne-GLIJ-ible, De mama were de-FLATE-able, De trauma to de imfunt Be mostly not ne-GATE-able Yo' urgin' to be exitin' Because of dem fla-min-i-go's Be thoroughly perplexin' him Because of where yo' petuh goes If only you been 'siderate Erbout dis lil' illiterate I wouldna been trudgin' cross de san' Fum way down yonder in E-gyp-lan' Dey callin' me BROWN MOSES, Fo' dat id sho'ly what I am, Ancient an' re-lij-er-mus Solemn an' pres-tig-i-mus Wisdom reekin' outa me 'Long wif summa dis baby pee 'Minds me of dem River Weeds 'N all dem ignint Bible deeds Growed up in de Pharaoh place, Lef' de sucker in disgrace! Some dem boys refuse to loin Somthin' smokin': Somthin' boin! Somethin' borry: Somethin' blue! Best keeps a lil' paper In yo shoe! Hear me when I's tellin' you: Leavin' de midgit were WRONG T'DO! It's a terr'ble thang, done did to him Left wit de crab-grass Over his chin! Sho'ly one day he will grow, 'N put some shit In yo' sack o' woe OL' BROWN MOSES now have spoke! Could ya lends me 'bout a dollar? I's a tiny bit broke I likes my wine I loves my gin 'N fo a lil' collateral, I'll gives ya HIM! A lil' collateral, I'll gives ya HIM! A lil' collateral, I'll gives ya HIM! I said a lil' collateral, A lil' collateral, A lil' collateral, A lil' collateral, A lil' collateral, I'll gives ya HIM! I'll gives ya HIM! |
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from Frank Zappa - Fillmore East - June 1971 (Live At The Fillmore East / 1971) [live] (2005)
Frank Zappa (guitar, dialog)
Mark Volman (lead vocals, dialog) Howard Kaylan (lead vocals, dialog) Ian Underwood (woodwinds, keyboards, vocals) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog) Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals) Don Preston (mini-moog) I've got the thing you need I am endowed beyound your wildest Clearasil-spattered fantasies, oh oh oh.. Girls from all over the world Love to write my name on the toilet walls At the Whisky a Go Go For I am Bwana Dik I am Bwana Dik Me Bwana Dik Me Bwana Dik My dick is a monster Give me your heart My dick is a Harley You kick it to start (Chorus line) When Bwana Dik speaks The heavens will part My dick is a dagger I'll force it to fit My dick is a reamer, Baby To scream up your slit Steam it! Ream it! Cream it! |
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from Frank Zappa - Apostroghe / Overnight Sensation (0000)
Frank Zappa (guitar, vocals) Ralph Humphrey (drums) Sal Marquez (trumpet, vocals) Tom Fowler (bass) Bruce Fowler (trombone) George Duke (keyboards, synthesizer) Ruth Underwood (marimba, vibes, percussion) Ian Underwood (flute, clarinet, alto saxophone, tenor saxophone) Jean-Luc Ponty (violin, baritone violin) She had that Camarillo brillo Flamin' out along her head, I mean her Mendocino bean-o By where some bugs had made it red She ruled the Toads of the Short Forest And every newt in Idaho And every cricket who had chorused By the bush in Buffalo She said she was A Magic Mama And she could throw a mean Tarot And carried on without a comma That she was someone I should know She had a snake for a pet And an amulet And she was breeding a dwarf But she wasn't done yet She had gray-green skin A doll with a pin I told her she was awright But I couldn't come in (I couldn't come in right then...) And so she wandered Trough the door-way Just like a shadow from the tomb She said her stereo was four-way An' I'd just love it in her room Well, I was born To have adventure So I just followed up the steps Right past her fuming incense stencher To where she hung her castanets She stripped away Her ranchid poncho An' laid out naked by the door We did it till we were un-concho An' it was useless any more She had a snake for a pet And an amulet And she was breeding a dwarf But she wasn't done yet She had gray-green skin A doll with a pin I told her she was awright But I couldn't come in (actually, I was very busy then) And so she wandered Trough the door-way Just like a shadow from the tomb She said her stereo was four-way An' I'd just love it in her room Well, I was born To have adventure So I just followed up the steps Right past her fuming incense stencher To where she hung her castanets She said she was A Magic Mama And she could throw a mean Tarot And carried on without a comma That she was someone I should know (Is that a real poncho...I mean Is that a Mexican poncho or is that a Sears poncho? Hmmm...no foolin' ...) |
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from Frank Zappa - You Can`T Do That On Stage Anymore Vol.6 (2001)
She had that Camarillo brillo
Flamin' out along her head, I mean her Mendocino bean-o By where some bugs had made it red She ruled the Toads of the Short Forest And every newt in Idaho And every cricket who had chorused By the bush in Buffalo She said she was a Magic Mama And she could throw a mean Tarot And carried on without a comma That she was someone I should know She had a snake for a pet And an amulet And she was breeding a dwarf But she wasn't done yet She had gray-green skin A doll with a pin I told her she was alright But I couldn't come in (I couldn't come in right then...) And so she wandered through the doorway Just like a shadow from the tomb She said her stereo was four-way And I'd just love it in her room Well, I was born to have adventure So I just followed up the steps Right past her fuming incense stencher To where she hung her castanets She stripped away her rancid poncho And laid out naked by the door We did it till we were un-concho And it was useless any more She had a snake for a pet And an amulet And she was breeding a dwarf But she wasn't done yet She had gray-green skin A doll with a pin I told her she was alright But I couldn't come in (actually, I was very busy then) And so she wandered through the doorway Just like a shadow from the tomb She said her stereo was four-way And I'd just love it in her room Well, I was born to have adventure So I just followed up the steps Right past her fuming incense stencher To where she hung her castanets She said she was a Magic Mama And she could throw a mean Tarot And carried on without a comma That she was someone I should know (Is that a real poncho, I mean Is that a Mexican poncho or is that a Sears poncho? Hmmm... no fooling...) |
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from Frank Zappa - Over Nite Sensation (2001)
She had that Camarillo brillo
Flamin' out along her head, I mean her Mendocino bean-o By where some bugs had made it red She ruled the Toads of the Short Forest And every newt in Idaho And every cricket who had chorused By the bush in Buffalo She said she was a Magic Mama And she could throw a mean Tarot And carried on without a comma That she was someone I should know She had a snake for a pet And an amulet And she was breeding a dwarf But she wasn't done yet She had gray-green skin A doll with a pin I told her she was alright But I couldn't come in (I couldn't come in right then...) And so she wandered through the doorway Just like a shadow from the tomb She said her stereo was four-way And I'd just love it in her room Well, I was born to have adventure So I just followed up the steps Right past her fuming incense stencher To where she hung her castanets She stripped away her rancid poncho And laid out naked by the door We did it till we were un-concho And it was useless any more She had a snake for a pet And an amulet And she was breeding a dwarf But she wasn't done yet She had gray-green skin A doll with a pin I told her she was alright But I couldn't come in (actually, I was very busy then) And so she wandered through the doorway Just like a shadow from the tomb She said her stereo was four-way And I'd just love it in her room Well, I was born to have adventure So I just followed up the steps Right past her fuming incense stencher To where she hung her castanets She said she was a Magic Mama And she could throw a mean Tarot And carried on without a comma That she was someone I should know (Is that a real poncho, I mean Is that a Mexican poncho or is that a Sears poncho? Hmmm... no fooling...) |
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from Frank Zappa - One Size Fits All (2004)
Frank Zappa (guitar, vocals)
George Duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals) Napoleon Murphy Brock (flute, tenor saxophone, vocals) Chester Thompson (drums) Tom Fowler (bass) Ruth Underwood (vibes, marimba, percussion) Bloodshot Rollin' Red (harmonica) James "Bird Legs" Youman (bass) heh-heh-heh... Have you heard the news? (News? What news?) Can't afford no shoes (Get a good deal on tape) Have you heard the news? (News? Can't afford a paper) Can't afford no shoes (Hi-yo-hi) Went to buy some cheap detergent Some emergent nation Got my load Got my load That i stowed Well, well Hey lawdy mama, Can't afford no shoes Maybe there's a bundle of rags that I could use Hey anybody, Can you spare a dime If you're really hurtin', a nickel would be fine Hey everybody Nothin' we can buy Chump Hare Rama, ain't no good to try Recession Depression |
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from Frank Zappa - Shut Up `N Play Yer Guitar (2001) | |||||
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from Frank Zappa - Shut Up `N Play Yer Guitar (2001)
(includes a quote from the Mystery Rehearsal Piece)
(basic track: Guitar solo probably from Easy Meat Hammersmith Odeon, London February 19, 1979 engineer: Mick Glossop overdubs: Village Recorders Spring, 1979 engineer: Joe Chiccarelli FZ lead guitar Warren Cuccurullo electric sitar Patrick O'Hearn bass Vinnie Colaiuta drums) Canarsie, where everyone looks the same . . . |
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from Frank Zappa - You Can`T Do That On Stage Anymore Vol.3 (2001)
Oh Carol!
Oh Carol! You was a fool Carol, you fool You was a fool Carol, you fool Carol, you fool Don't you know you're crazy He won't be true But your mind's a little hazy He'll break your heart Don't let it start But if you think it's better Go ahead and buy 'm a sweater Carol, you fool You think you've got it so bad (Thank you!) Tryin' to steal some money Just to get some more of what you had And he's got the dog And he has no log No, he won't come back So put away your black-jack You wanna try (You wanna try) To rob some Mexican guy (To rob a Mexican guy) Beat him on the head (Oh, you beat him on his head) Maybe make him dead (You just might make him dead) Just so you can fly (Oh, you wanna fly) From Pittsburgh out to see him (You said you really gotta see him) Carol, you're a foolish fool (Carol, oh-oh, girl!) You don't really need him Carol Carol Carol Carol Fool Fool Fool Carol, you fool You wanna try (Oh... you said you wanna try) (You wanna try to rob some Mexican guy) To rob some Mexican guy (To rob a Mexican guy) (You wanna beat him all over his head) Beat him on the head (Please, don't beat him on his head, girl) (If you wanna make him dead, Who knows what you want to do 'cause he's not...) Maybe make him dead (You just might make him dead) Just so you can fly (You say you gotta gotta fly) From Pittsburgh out to see him (You didn't... broccoli tonight) (Fool, you really gotta see him) Carol, you're a foolish fool (Carol, oh-oh, girl!) You don't really need him Carol, you fool I think you better try again Carol, you fool Don't wanna see you cry again He's gone away What can you say? Carol, you fool You'll meet another engineer You was a fool (Aw, Carol, you fool) Carol, you fool (Carol, you foolish fool) You was a fool (No!) (Oh Carol, you...) Carol, you fool (Carol, you foolish, foolish fool) You was a fool (Oh Carol, you fool) Carol, you fool, you! |
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from Frank Zappa - Cheap Thrills (2000)
Act I
SCENE THREE CATHOLIC GIRLS A festive CYO party with crepe paper streamers, contestants for the broom dance, the "hokey cokey", baked goods, & FATHER RILEY making sure the lights don't go down too low... Father Riley And Various Party Goers: (Well) Catholic Girls With a tiny little mustache Catholic Girls Do you know how they go? Catholic Girls In the Rectory Basement Father Riley's a fairy But it don't bother Mary Catholic Girls At the CYO Catholic Girls Do you know how they go? Catholic Girls There can be no replacement How do they go, after the show? Joe: All the way (That's right, all the way!) That's the way they go Every day (That's right!) And none of their mamas ever seem to know Hip-Hip-Hooray For all the class they show There's nothing like a Catholic Girl At the CYO When they learn to blow . . . Father Riley: They're learning to blow All the Catholic Boys! Mary: Warren Cuccurullo . . . Father Riley: Catholic Boys! Mary: Kinda young, kinda WOW! Father Riley: Catholic Boys! Mary: Vinnie Colaiuta . . . Chorus: Where are they now? Did they all take The Vow? Father Riley: Catholic Girls! Warren: Carmenita Scarfone! Father Riley: Catholic Girls! Officer Butzis: Hey! She gave me VD! Father Riley: Catholic Girls! Warren: Toni Carbone! Chorus: With a tongue like a cow She could make you go WOW! Joe: VD Vowdy vootie Right away That's the way they go Every day Whenever their mamas take them to a show Matinee Pass the popcorn please There's nothing like a Catholic Girl With her hand in the box When she's on her knees Larry: She was on her knees My little Catholic Girl Chorus: In a little white dress Catholic Girls They never confess Catholic Girls I got one for a cousin I love how they go So send me a dozen Catholic Girls OOOOOOH! (Well well now) Catholic Girls (Ma-ma-mum ma-ma-mum) Yai-ee-ahhh! Catholic Girls OOOOOOH! (Well well now) Catholic Girls (Ma-ma-mum ma-ma-ma-ma-mum) Yai-ee-ahhh! Joe had a girl friend named Mary. They would meet each other at the Social Club. Hold hands And think Pure Thoughts But one night, at the Social Club meeting... |
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from Frank Zappa - Cheap Thrills (2000)
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals) Warren Cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals) Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals) Ike Willis (lead vocals) Peter Wolf (keyboards) Tommy Mars (keyboards) Arthur Barrow (bass, vocals) Ed Mann (percussion) Vinnie Colaiuta (drums) Jeff (tenor saxophone) Marginal Chagrin (baritone saxophone) Stumuk (bass saxophone) Dale Bozzio (vocals) Al Malkin (vocals) Craig Steward (harmonica) A festive CYO Party with crepe paper streamers, contestants for the broom dance, the "Hokey Pokey," baked goods, & FATHER RILEY making sure the lights don't go down too low... Father Riley And Various Party Goers: Catholic Girls With a tiny little mustache Catholic Girls Do you know how they go? Catholic Girls In the Rectory Basement Father Riley's a fairy But it don't bother Mary Catholic Girls At the CYO Catholic Girls Do you know how they go? Catholic Girls There can be no replacement How do they go, after the show? Joe: All the way That's the way they go Every day And none of their mamas ever seem to know Hip-Hip-Hooray For all the class they show There's nothing like a Catholic Girl At the CYO When they learn to blow... Father Riley: They're learning to blow All the Catholic Boys! Mary: Warren Cuccurullo... Father Riley: Catholic Boys! Mary: Kinda young, kinda WOW! Father Riley: Catholic Boys! Mary: Vinnie Colaiuta... Chorus: Where are they now? Did they all take The Vow? Father Riley: Catholic Girls Warren: Carmenita Scarfone! Father Riley: Catholic Girls Officer Butzis: Hey! She gave me VD! Father Riley: Catholic Girls! Warren: Toni Carbone! Chorus: With a tongue like a cow She could make you go WOW! Joe: VD vowdy vootie Right away That's the way they go Every day Whenever their mamas take them to a show Matinee Pass the popcorn please There's nothing like a Catholic Girl With her hand in the box When she's on her knees Larry: She was on her knees, My little Catholic Girl Chorus: In a little white dress Catholic Girls They never confess Catholic Girls I got one for a cousin I love how they go So send me a dozen Catholic Girls OOOOOOH! Catholic Girls OOOOOOH! (etc.) Central Scrutinizer: This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER... Joe had a girl friend named Mary. She used to go the church club every week. They'd meet each other there Hold hands And think Pure Thoughts But one night at the Social Club meeting Mary didn't show up... She was sucking cock backstage at The Armory In order to get a pass To see some big rock group for free... |
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from Frank Zappa - You Can`T Do That On Stage Anymore Vol.6 (2001)
Act I
SCENE THREE CATHOLIC GIRLS A festive CYO party with crepe paper streamers, contestants for the broom dance, the "hokey cokey", baked goods, & FATHER RILEY making sure the lights don't go down too low... Father Riley And Various Party Goers: (Well) Catholic Girls With a tiny little mustache Catholic Girls Do you know how they go? Catholic Girls In the Rectory Basement Father Riley's a fairy But it don't bother Mary Catholic Girls At the CYO Catholic Girls Do you know how they go? Catholic Girls There can be no replacement How do they go, after the show? Joe: All the way (That's right, all the way!) That's the way they go Every day (That's right!) And none of their mamas ever seem to know Hip-Hip-Hooray For all the class they show There's nothing like a Catholic Girl At the CYO When they learn to blow . . . Father Riley: They're learning to blow All the Catholic Boys! Mary: Warren Cuccurullo . . . Father Riley: Catholic Boys! Mary: Kinda young, kinda WOW! Father Riley: Catholic Boys! Mary: Vinnie Colaiuta . . . Chorus: Where are they now? Did they all take The Vow? Father Riley: Catholic Girls! Warren: Carmenita Scarfone! Father Riley: Catholic Girls! Officer Butzis: Hey! She gave me VD! Father Riley: Catholic Girls! Warren: Toni Carbone! Chorus: With a tongue like a cow She could make you go WOW! Joe: VD Vowdy vootie Right away That's the way they go Every day Whenever their mamas take them to a show Matinee Pass the popcorn please There's nothing like a Catholic Girl With her hand in the box When she's on her knees Larry: She was on her knees My little Catholic Girl Chorus: In a little white dress Catholic Girls They never confess Catholic Girls I got one for a cousin I love how they go So send me a dozen Catholic Girls OOOOOOH! (Well well now) Catholic Girls (Ma-ma-mum ma-ma-mum) Yai-ee-ahhh! Catholic Girls OOOOOOH! (Well well now) Catholic Girls (Ma-ma-mum ma-ma-ma-ma-mum) Yai-ee-ahhh! Joe had a girl friend named Mary. They would meet each other at the Social Club. Hold hands And think Pure Thoughts But one night, at the Social Club meeting... |
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from Frank Zappa - Joe`S Garage Acts 1, 2 & 3 (2006)
Act I
SCENE THREE CATHOLIC GIRLS A festive CYO party with crepe paper streamers, contestants for the broom dance, the "hokey cokey", baked goods, & FATHER RILEY making sure the lights don't go down too low... Father Riley And Various Party Goers: (Well) Catholic Girls With a tiny little mustache Catholic Girls Do you know how they go? Catholic Girls In the Rectory Basement Father Riley's a fairy But it don't bother Mary Catholic Girls At the CYO Catholic Girls Do you know how they go? Catholic Girls There can be no replacement How do they go, after the show? Joe: All the way (That's right, all the way!) That's the way they go Every day (That's right!) And none of their mamas ever seem to know Hip-Hip-Hooray For all the class they show There's nothing like a Catholic Girl At the CYO When they learn to blow . . . Father Riley: They're learning to blow All the Catholic Boys! Mary: Warren Cuccurullo . . . Father Riley: Catholic Boys! Mary: Kinda young, kinda WOW! Father Riley: Catholic Boys! Mary: Vinnie Colaiuta . . . Chorus: Where are they now? Did they all take The Vow? Father Riley: Catholic Girls! Warren: Carmenita Scarfone! Father Riley: Catholic Girls! Officer Butzis: Hey! She gave me VD! Father Riley: Catholic Girls! Warren: Toni Carbone! Chorus: With a tongue like a cow She could make you go WOW! Joe: VD Vowdy vootie Right away That's the way they go Every day Whenever their mamas take them to a show Matinee Pass the popcorn please There's nothing like a Catholic Girl With her hand in the box When she's on her knees Larry: She was on her knees My little Catholic Girl Chorus: In a little white dress Catholic Girls They never confess Catholic Girls I got one for a cousin I love how they go So send me a dozen Catholic Girls OOOOOOH! (Well well now) Catholic Girls (Ma-ma-mum ma-ma-mum) Yai-ee-ahhh! Catholic Girls OOOOOOH! (Well well now) Catholic Girls (Ma-ma-mum ma-ma-ma-ma-mum) Yai-ee-ahhh! Joe had a girl friend named Mary. They would meet each other at the Social Club. Hold hands And think Pure Thoughts But one night, at the Social Club meeting... |
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from Frank Zappa - Frank Zappa`S 200 Motels (2007)
Mark Volman (vocals)
Howard Kaylan (vocals) Ian Underwood (keyboards, woodwinds) Aynsley Dunbar (drums) George Duke (keyboards, trombone) Martin Lickert (bass) Ruth Underwood (orchestra drum set) Jim Pons (vocals) Mark Volman & Howard Kaylan: Centerville. A real nice place to raise your kids up. Centerville. It's really neat! Churches. Churches, and liquor stores. |
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from Frank Zappa - You Can`T Do That On Stage Anymore Vol.3 (2001)
Chana in de Bushwop
In de Bushwop Chana in de Bushwop In de Bushwop Chana in de Bushwop In de Bushwop Chana in de Bushwop In de Bushwop Chana in de Bushwop In de Bushwop Chana in de Bushwop In de Bushwop Chana in de Bushwop In de Bushwop Chana in de Bushwop She live in a tree (They call her Chana in de Bushwop) Nine foot three (They call her Chana in de Bushwop) Larger than me (She's a Chana in de Bushwop) And she's a mystery (She's a Chana in de Bushwop) They call her Chana in de Bushwop In de Bushwop Chana in de Bushwop In de Bushwop Where she goes... Nobody knows She eats a horse (She's a Chana in de Bushwop) It's very large of course (Like a Chana in de Bushwop) She wears a dog (Like/Chaka Chana in de Bushwop) And she loves that frog (Like/Chaka Chana in de Bushwop) They call her Chana in de Bushwop In de Bushwop Chana in de Bushwop In de Bushwop Where she goes... Nobody knows Chana, Chana, Chana, Chana In de Bushwop Chana, Chana, Chana, Chana In de Bushwop Chana, Chana, Chana, Chana In de Bushwop Chana, Chana, Chana, Chana In de Bushwop Chana in de Bushwop In de Bushwop Chana in de Bushwop In de Bushwop Isn't that amazing? She went to France (Like a Chana in de Bushwop) And she tried to dance (Like a Chana in de Bushwop) She raised a big fuss (Like a Chana in de Bushwop) In the back of the bus (Like a Chana in de Bushwop) One of those dudes with a long loaf of bread Made a big mistake When he turned and said: "Chana inne zi bouchoipe (Hey! Nice volcano!) Chana inne zi bouchoipe Hon hon hon!" She banged his head (Like a Chana in de Bushwop) With a loaf of lead (Like a Chana in de Bushwop) She had this sucker weepin' (Like a Chana in de Bushwop) 'Bout that sausage he's keepin' (Like a Chana in de Bushwop) He stood there weepin' on the crumbs She said: Isn't that amazing? Oh! It's just amazing... Ha ha ha! That's right! It's... it's broccoli for him! Yes, oh, what? Isn't that amazing? Oh... uh... Chana, Chana, Chana, Chana (Broccoli for everyone!) In de Bushwop Chana, Chana, Chana, Chana (It's on the house tonight!) In de Bushwop Chana, Chana, Chana, Chana In de Bushwop Chana, Chana, Chana, Chana In de Bushwop Chana from de Bushwop From de Bushwop Chana from de Bushwop From de Bushwop (Ka-poo!) Where'd she go? Well, I don't know! I-da-ho! (Wile E. Coyote!) |
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from Frank Zappa - You Can'T Do That On Stage Anymore Vol.5 (2001)
Frank Zappa (guitar)
Lowell George (guitar, lead vocals) Roy Estrada (bass, vocals) Don Preston (keyboards, electronics) Buzz Gardner (trumpet) Ian Underwood (alto saxophone) Bunk Gardner (tenor saxophone) Motorhead Sherwood (baritone saxophone) Jimmy Carl Black (drums) Arthur Tripp (drums) Hands Up! (Instrumental) |
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from Frank Zappa - You Are What You Is (2001) | |||||
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from Frank Zappa - The Lost Episodes (1998)
Frank Zappa (vocals, piano, bass, drums)
Charva, I loved you I loved you through and through I loved you since in grammar school When we were sniffing glue I loved you purty baby doll And I don't know what in the world to do about it Boppa-bah-boppa-choo-wah Charva, my darling The only love I had I hope you will forgive me dear For punching out your dad I loved you, I loved you And I don't know what in the world I'm gonna do about it Ooohh-oh-oooh Lahm-buh-buhm-buhm I remember, remember the junior prom And I remember the time I broke your father's arm And I remember, remember all the love we shared Every place and everywhere Oh Charva, Charva I love you more and more I swear it aint because your father owns a liquor store Charva, my baby I love you and I don't know what to do about it Oh-oh Charva Ooooohh Oh-oh Charva Ooooohh Come back my little darling Charva I love you so much honey Come back to me Charva Please Charva, please come back to me I miss you so much |
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from Frank Zappa - Cruising With Ruben & The Jets (1968)
Ray Collins (lead vocals)
Frank Zappa (lead guitar) Roy Estrada (bass) Jimmy Carl Black (drums) Arthur Tripp (drums) Ian Underwood (piano, alto saxophone) Don Preston (piano) Motorhead Sherwood (baritone saxophone, tambourine) Bunk Gardner (tenor saxophone) Darling, darling, please hear my plea God only knows what your loving does to me... Cheap thrills in the back of my car Cheap thrills, how fine they are Cheap thrills up and down my spine I need it, I need it, 'cause it feels so fine now Cheap thrills all over the seat Cheap thrills, your kind of lovin' can't be beat Cheap thrills up and down my spine I need it, I need it, 'cause it feels so fine now Cheap thrills Cheap thrills Cheap thrills Cheap thrills Cheap thrills, I can't wait another day Cheap thrills, you gotta try to sneak away Cheap thrills up and down my spine I need it, I need it, 'cause it feels so fine Cheap thrills Cheap thrills Cheap thrills Cheap thrills Cheap thrills set fire to my soul Cheap thrills, like a story untold about Cheap thrills up and down my spine I need it, I need it, 'cause it feels so fine Cheap thrills Cheap thrills Cheap thrills Cheap thrills Cheap thrills in the back of my car Cheap thrills, how fine they are Cheap thrills up and down my spine I need it, I need it, 'cause it feels so fine Cheap thrills all over the seat Cheap thrills, your kind of lovin' can't be beat Cheap thrills up and down my spine I need it, I need it, 'cause it feels so fine Cheap thrills Cheap thrills Cheap thrills Cheap thrills Etc. etc. etc. |
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from Frank Zappa - Cheap Thrills (2000)
Ray Collins (lead vocals)
Frank Zappa (lead guitar) Roy Estrada (bass) Jimmy Carl Black (drums) Arthur Tripp (drums) Ian Underwood (piano, alto saxophone) Don Preston (piano) Motorhead Sherwood (baritone saxophone, tambourine) Bunk Gardner (tenor saxophone) Darling, darling, please hear my plea God only knows what your loving does to me... Cheap thrills in the back of my car Cheap thrills, how fine they are Cheap thrills up and down my spine I need it, I need it, 'cause it feels so fine now Cheap thrills all over the seat Cheap thrills, your kind of lovin' can't be beat Cheap thrills up and down my spine I need it, I need it, 'cause it feels so fine now Cheap thrills Cheap thrills Cheap thrills Cheap thrills Cheap thrills, I can't wait another day Cheap thrills, you gotta try to sneak away Cheap thrills up and down my spine I need it, I need it, 'cause it feels so fine Cheap thrills Cheap thrills Cheap thrills Cheap thrills Cheap thrills set fire to my soul Cheap thrills, like a story untold about Cheap thrills up and down my spine I need it, I need it, 'cause it feels so fine Cheap thrills Cheap thrills Cheap thrills Cheap thrills Cheap thrills in the back of my car Cheap thrills, how fine they are Cheap thrills up and down my spine I need it, I need it, 'cause it feels so fine Cheap thrills all over the seat Cheap thrills, your kind of lovin' can't be beat Cheap thrills up and down my spine I need it, I need it, 'cause it feels so fine Cheap thrills Cheap thrills Cheap thrills Cheap thrills Etc. etc. etc. |