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01. intro & tune-up
02. Some Ballet Music
03. Uncle Meat (including Drum Duet)
04. Eye Of Agamotto
05. My Guitar preamble
06. My Guitar Wants To Kill Your Mama
07. Clap & Vomit (including Prelude to the Afternoon of a Sexually Aroused Gas Mask, Meditation, audience participation)
08. Kung Fu #1 (aka The Jelly)

1. "Didja Get Any Onya" 6:51
2. "Directly from My Heart to You" (Richard Wayne Penniman) 5:17
3. "Prelude to the Afternoon of a Sexually Aroused Gas Mask" 3:35
4. "Toads of the Short Forest" 4:48
5. "Get a Little" 2:35

Side two
6. "Eric Dolphy Memorial Barbecue" 6:53

01. Intro
02. Agon
03. Call Any Vegetable
04. A Pound for a Brown On The Bus
05. Sharlena
06. The Air
07. Dog Breath (in the Year of the Plague)
08. Mother People

01. Tuneups
02. Chunga's Revenge
03. Keep lt Greasey
04. Outside Now
05. City Of Tiny Lites
06. Teenage Wind
07. Bamboozled By Love
08. Pick Me I'm Clean

I was sittin' in a breakfast room in Allentown, Pennsylvania,
Six o'clock in the morning, got up too early, it was a terrible mistake...
Sittin' there face-to-face with a 75 cent glass of orange juice
About as big as my finger and a bowl of horribly foreshortened cornflakes,
And I said to myself: "This is the life!" . . .

She's two hundred years old
So mean she couldn't grow no lips

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

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)

You are the girl
Somebody invented
In a grim little office
On madison ave.

They were specific
They made you terrific:
Red lips;

For you, I could do anything
For your love, my heart cries
Take my heart, my love my everything
For so long I've needed your love

Oh, when, when you first came to me
I-I-I-I-I doubted your love
But now you mean everything to me

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

Are You Hung Up?Frank Zappa
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)

Baby snakes
Late at night is when they come out
Baby snakes
Sure you know what Im talkin about
Pink n wet
They make the best kinda pet
Baby
Baby

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)

There's a big dilemma
About my Big Leg Emma, uh-huh, oh yeah
There's a big dilemma
About my Big Leg Emma, uh-huh, oh yeah
She used to knocka me out
Until her teeth fell out

There's a big dilemma

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
Here I am at a famous school
I'm dressin' sharp and I'm actin' cool
I got a cheerleader here wants to help with my paper
I'll let her do all the work 'n' maybe later I'll rape her

Brown shoes don't make it
Brown Shoes don't make it
Quit school, why fake it
Brown shoes don't make it

TV dinner by the pool
Watch your brother grow a beard
Got another year of school

Call any vegetable
Call it by name
You've gotta call one today
When you get off the train
Call any vegetable
And the chances are good
The vegetable will respond to you
La La La La

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

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

It was the darkest night
There was no moon in sight
You know the stars ain't shinin'
'Cause the sky's too tight
Heard the scarey wind
I seen the ugly trees
There was a werewolf honkin'
'Long the side of me

Chop a line now. . .
Cocaine decisions . . .
You are a person with a snow-job
You got a fancy gotta go job
Where the cocaine decision that you make today
Will mean that millions somewhere else
Will do it your way
Cocaine decisions . . .

Hey, this is for all the Republicans in the audience!

Cock-sucker Tammy get your mother fuckin' dammy
We're goin' downtown to the Cock-Suckers' Ball
Fuck, suck an' fight
'Till beginnin' of the broad daylight
We don't need no
Goddam taxi here

THE MYSTERY MAN CAME OVER
AND HE SAID: "I'M OUTTA SITE!"
HE SAID FOR A NOMINAL SERVICE CHARGE
I COULD REACH NER-VONNA TONITE
IF I WAS READY, WILLING, AND ABLE
TO PAY HIM HIS REGULAR FEE
HE WOULD DROP ALL THE REST
OF HIS PRESSING AFFAIRS романы

The mystery man came over
and he said "I'm outta sight!"
he said for a nominal service charge,
I could reach nirvana tonight.
If I was ready, willing and able
to pay him his regular fee,
he would drop all the rest of
his pressing affairs and devote

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)

I Don't know much about dancin'
That's why I got this song
One of my legs is shorter than the other
'N' both my feet's too long
'Course now right along with 'em
I got no natural rhythm
But I go dancin' every night
Hopin' one day I might get it right

[Песня описывает женщину, заключившую с рассказчиком пари, что он не сможет вызвать у неё оргазм; в итоге она наблюдает, как он занимается сексом с её сестрой, а пари он выиграл]

I couldn't say where she's coming' from,
But I just met a lady named Dinah-Moe Humm
She stroll on over, say look here, bum,
I got a forty dollar bill say you can't make me cum
Y'jes can't do it
She made a bet with her sister who's a little bit dumb

Give me
Your dirty love
Like you might surrender
To some dragon in your dreams
Give me
Your dirty love
Like a pink donation
To the dragon in your dreams

Disco Boy
Run to the toilet, honey,
Comb your hair

Disco Boy
Pucker yer lip,
'N check yer shoulder,
'Cause some dandruff might be

Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-yah!
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-yah!
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-yah!
Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-yah!

Primer mi carucha (Chevy '39)
Going to El Monte Legion Stadium
Pick up on my weesa (she is so divine)

Dreamed I was an Eskimo
Frozen wind began to blow
Under my boots and around my toes
The frost that bit the ground below
It was a hundred degrees below zero...

And my mama cried
And my mama cried

Dreamed I was an Eskimo, frozen wind began to blow
Under my boots 'n around my toe, frost had bit the ground below
Was a hundred degrees below zero
[And my momma cried]x2
[Nanook-a, no no]x2
Don't be a naughty Eskimo
Save your money: don't go to the show
[Well I turned around an' I said: Ho Ho]x3

Well, my dandruff is loose
An' my breath is chartreuse
I know I ain't cute
An' my voice is ka-poot

But that's awright people
I'm just crazy enough to sing to you
Any old way

Find her finer, sneak up behind her,
Unwrap like a mummy 'til you finally unwind her.
Find her, blind her, see who designed her,
Act like a dummy 'til you finally grind her.

If you should see a girl on the street,
Now maybe you might think she is sweet,
But if you wanna tickle her treat,

Flower Punk Frank Zappa
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)

A year ago today
Was when you went away
But now you come back knockin' on my door
And you say you're back to stay,
But I say...
Go cry
On somebody else's shoulder
I'm somewhat wiser now

Hob-noblin', with the goblin'
The Goblin' Girl from the mystery world
Hob-noblin' with the goblin'
She's black and green 'cause it's Halloween
Raggedy black is the way she dress
Little green shoes and her hair's a mess
On Halloween night at de costume ball
She's a Goblin' Girl and she can gobble it all

Imagine me and you,
I do,
I think about you day and night
It's only right,
To think about the girl you love
And hold her tight,
So happy together

He's so gay
He's so gay
He's very very gay
He's so gay
He's so gay
And he likes to be that way
With his keys all on the right
He's into rubber every night

And if these words you do not heed
Your pocketbook just kinda might recede
When some man comes along and claims godly need
He will clean you out right through your tweed
That's right, remember there is a big difference between kneeling down and bending over

He's got twenty million dollars in his heavenly bank account
All from those chumps who was born again

Mr. america, walk on by your schools that do not teach
Mr. america, walk on by the minds that won't be reached
Mr. america try to hide the emptiness that's you inside
But once you find that the way you lied
And all the corny tricks you tried
Will not forestall the rising tide of hungry freaks daddy!

They won't go on four no more

Special Delivery.
(Oh no...)
Registered Mail, buddy. You're gonna have to sign for this.
(Oh no...)
Come on out, I know you're in there.
(Oh no...)
You goddamn communist!

Well, I have been in you, baby, you have been in me
And we have be so intimately entwined and it sure was fine
I have been in you, baby, you have been in me
And so you see, we have be so together I thought that we would never return from forever
Return from forever
Return from forever
You have been in me
And understandably I have been in 'n' out-a you (In 'n' out-a you, in 'n' out-a you)

One Two Three Four!
Feelin' sorry
Feelin' sad
So many ugly people
I feel bad
I'm so cute
They're so honely
Some of them

Going back again to see that girl
I left behind me when I went out
To see this great big world
I hope that she feels the same about me
As she did before I went out
To see this great big world
I know I love that girl
And I hope that she still wants me to be

We're playin' in a tent
It's payin' the rent
If you persevere,
It's amazing you can
In France
Way down in France
Way on down
Way on down

If the froggy come up-a with his
Satchel in his hand,
Then he reachs in the front and
Dump a mile of sand
Across the rug, along the hall
Up to the umbrella stand
That you’ve been watchin’ all the time
Watchin’ all the time

I want a nasty little jewish princess
With long phony nails and a hairdo that rinses
A horny little jewish princess
With a garlic aroma that could level tacoma
Lonely inside
Well, she can swallow my pride

I want a hairy little jewish princess

Act I

SCENE TWO
JOE'S GARAGE

A boring old garage in a residential area with a teenage
band rehearsing in it. JOE (the main character in the CENTRAL
SCRUTINIZER'S Special Presentation) sings to us of the trials

Keep it greasey so it'll go down easy
Keep it greasey so it'll go down easy
Keep it greasey so it'll go down easy
Roll it over 'n grease it down
I'll drive you through the heart of town

Keep it greasey so it'll go down easy
Keep it greasey so it'll go down easy

Lemme take you to the beach
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Lemme take you to the beach
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lahhh

Bring the weenies
I'll bring the soft drinks
And the cookies

Love of my life, love of my life

Love of my life, I love you so
Love of my life, don't ever go
I love you only
Love, love of my life

Stars in the sky

Joe:
Lucille
Has messed my mind up
But I still love her
Oh I still love her
Lucille
Has messed my mind up
But I still love her

The muffin man is seated at the table in the laboratory of the utility muffin
Research kitchen... reaching for an oversized chrome spoon he gathers an
Intimate quantity of dried muffin remnants and brushing his scapular aside
Procceds to dump these inside of his shirt...
He turns to us and speaks:

Some people like cupcakes better. I for one care less for them!

You know your mama and your daddy
Sayin I'm no good for you
They call me dirty from the alley
Til I don't know what to do

I get so tired of sneakin around
Just to get to your back door
I crawled past the garbage

Well right about that time, people,
A fur trapper
Who was strictly from commercial
(Strictly Commershil)
Had the unmedicated audacity to jump up from behind my igyaloo
(Peek-a-Boo Woo-ooo-ooo)
And he started in to whippin' on my fav'rite baby seal
With a lead-filled snow shoe...

Юмор и язвительность Заппы вошли в поговорку. Подборки его афоризмов неизменно вытесняют разговоры о музыке - от этого никуда не деться. И очень мало кто способен признаться, что Фрэнк Заппа надувал нас самым бессовестным образом. Именно это было его любимым занятием. Он всю жизнь играл имитацию рок-музыки, виртуозно жонглируя штампами, чередуя легкие проходные песенки со сложнейшими вещами, часть которых так и не смогла найти нормального воплощения. Он изучал законы, по которым сочиняется музыка, чтобы потом все сделать наоборот и посмотреть, что получится. Такие, как он, никогда не становятся рок-героями, потому что им не хватает серьезности в отношении к себе и к тому, что они делают. Все искусство Заппы - одна большая шутотерапия. Или пощечина общественному вкусу - кому как больше нравится.

The planet of my dreams
The earth, my earth
Is bulging at the seams
The earth, my earth
It's full of many schemes
And as the sunlight beams
The glory of our sciences
And militant alliances

Meanwhile, on Wall Street . . .

On the Planet of the Baritone Women
They talk low
'Bout stuff they know.

They sing "Oooh!"
And laugh at you

Наверное, в какой-нибудь из параллельных реальностей, где когда-то так и не раздавили злополучную бабочку, Фрэнк Заппа не умер от рака 4 декабря 1993 года и выиграл президентские выборы в США. Я бы с удовольствием побывал в этой реальности.

His name is Stevie Vai,
And he's a crazy guy
Last November, I recall,
He needed a spanking

He decided then
A female specimen
Would be exciting for a night

In the dark
Where all the fevers grow
Under the water
Where the shark bubbles blow
In the mornin'
By yer radio
Do the walls close in t' suffocate ya

Isaac Hayes
Gabby Hayes, well . . .
Willie Mays
Helen Hayes
Speakin' of Helen . . .

Well it's gettin' near dark
When the lights be closin' your tired little eyes

There will come a time when everybody
Who is lonely will be free . . .
TO SING & DANCE & LOVE
There will come a time when every evil
That we know will be an evil . . .
THAT WE CAN RISE ABOVE

Who cares if hair is long or short

Tengo na minchia tanta, tengo na minchia accussi'

Devi usare un pollo, devi usare un pollo
Se me la vuoi tastar

Tengo na minchia tanta, tengo na minchia accussi'
Tengo na minchia tanta, tengo na minchia accussi'
Devi usare un pollo

The Illinois Enema Bandit
I heard he's on the loose
I heard he's on the loose
Lord, the pitiful screams
Of all them college-educated women . . .
Boy, he'd just be tyin' 'em up
(They'd be all bound down!)
Just be pumpin' every one of 'em up with all the bag fulla

Once upon a time
It was in Albuquerque, New Mexico
There were these girls that worked at the college
They were really cool . . .
(They thought so anyway)
They would be delighted to tell you
how suave they were at the drop of a hat
There was three of 'em:

Well,
This is the story of a man who lived in Utopia
This is the story of a man who lived in Utopia
He was a funny little fella with feet just like I showed ya

Well, he had a girl, her name was Mary Lou
Well, he had a girl, her name was Mary Lou
She did everything for him that she could do

Some take the bible
For what it's worth
When it says that the meek
Shall inherit the Earth
Well, I heard that some sheik
Has bought New Jersey last week
'N you suckers ain't gettin' nothin'

Flies all green and buzzin'
In this dungeon of despair
Prisoners grumblin
Piss they clothes
Scratch their matted hair
A tiny light from a window-hole
Hundred yards away
That all they ever get to know

It was the blackest night!
There was no moon in sight!
(you know the stars ain't shinin'
'cause the sky's too tight)
I heard the scary wind!
I seen some ugly trees!
There was a werewolf honkin',
'long the side of me!

Well I'm about to get sick
From watchin' my TV
Been checkin' out the news
Until my eyeballs fail to see
I mean to say that every day
Is just another rotten mess
And when it's gonna change, my friend
Is anybody's guess

Wo, are we movin' too slow?
Have you seen us,
Uncle Remus . . .
We look pretty sharp in these clothes (yes, we do)
Unless we get sprayed with a hose
It ain't bad in the day
If they squirt it your way
'Cept in the winter, when it's froze

Valley girl
Shes a valley girl
Valley girl
Shes a valley girl
Okay, fine...
Fer sure, fer sure
Shes a valley girl
In a clothing store

I'm a little pimp with my hair gassed back
Pair a khaki pants with my shoe shined black

Got a little lady . . . walk the street
Tellin' all the boys that she cain't be beat

Twenny dollah bill (I can set you straight)
Meet me onna corner boy 'n don't be late

L.A. in the summer of '69
I went downtown and bought me some wine
Oh, I drank it down under the table
I said: watch me now,
I'm gonna eat the label
Well I'm a wino man,
Don't you know I am?

Wowie Zowie
Your love's a treat
Wowie Zowie
You can't be beat
Wowie Zowie, baby
You're so neat
I don't even care
If you shave your legs

Frank Zappa (vocals, guitar)
Lowell George (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Roy Estrada (bass, vocals)
Bunk Gardner (woodwinds)
Ian Underwood (keyboards, woodwinds)
Don Preston (keyboards)
Motorhead Sherwood (woodwinds, vocals)
Jimmy Carl Black (drums, percussion)

You're probably wondering
Why I'm here
And so am i
So am i
Just as much as you wonder
'bout me bein' in this place
Yeah!
That's just how much I marvel

Three hundred years ago
I thought I might get some sleep
I stretched myself out onna antique bed
An' my spirit did a midnite creep

You know I'll never sleep no more

It seem to me that it just ain't wise