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    Frank Vincent Zappa... The Maestro

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    Re: Frank Vincent Zappa... The Maestro

    Post by promethean75 on Fri Nov 09, 2018 11:44 am

    i dunno what's wrong with me, but any time i stop on a channel and try to listen to a politician, official or media pundit, this is all i hear.
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    Post by promethean75 on Sat Nov 10, 2018 7:34 am





    She made a bet with her sister who's a little bit dumb, she could prove at any time all men were scum.

    I don't mind that you called me a bum, but I knew right away she was really gonna cuuum... so I got down to it....
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    Post by promethean75 on Sat Dec 01, 2018 1:27 pm

    lordoflight wrote:It's like getting slapped on the ass by a dominatrix may be painful. But it offers so much more.

    note: you cannot know what's going on here unless you listen to the whole album. Do it, it's one of the best concept albums Frank ever composed. Absolutely brilliant.



    Fun fact: I smoked a joint with the narrator (not harry or rhonda) behind a club is Asheville years ago. Ike Willis.




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    Post by promethean75 on Sat Dec 01, 2018 3:18 pm

    Edit. I switched the above sample song two posts up, thinking it better represented the theme of the lordoflight quote... but then switched it back, realizing it didn't. Just listened to the whole album again... it's been three years since. Switched the song before it was over, caught the mistake, and switched it back. This note is for those who may have played the WRONG one. You want 'briefcase boogie'.....
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    Re: Frank Vincent Zappa... The Maestro

    Post by promethean75 on Sat Dec 01, 2018 3:29 pm

    Ah shit... okay, maybe 'drop dead' IS better, but the song is very long. Go to 5:15 then....
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    Post by promethean75 on Sat Dec 22, 2018 7:18 am

    while on tour in europe, the band experienced all kinds of problems with hotel service and management. one such experience became an improvisational satire that would be added to the band's set list whenever they played in europe...

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    Re: Frank Vincent Zappa... The Maestro

    Post by promethean75 on Sun Dec 23, 2018 12:23 pm

    defenders of the earf wrote:i’m done. humanity is fucked, there is no stopping it. i’m done caring about this scum fucking piece of shit culture anymore. it can rot in the fucking hell it made for itself.

    https://vocaroo.com/i/s1faQhtZJqzt

    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
    Reveal their basic worth
    Along the mounds of dead appliances!
    The planet of my dreams
    The earth, my earth
    I hear it's muffled screams
    The earth, my earth
    And though it often seems
    From televison beams
    That ignorance is rampant there
    And governmental goons don't care
    I know that I shall not despair
    And cheat like all the rest
    I'll just keep on
    With what I do the best!
    Cheat-cheedly-cheat! go ahead!
    I can't do it!
    Cheat-cheedly-cheat! go ahead!
    I can't do it!
    Cheat-cheedly-cheat! go ahead!
    I can't do it!
    Cheat-cheedly-cheat! go ahead!
    I can't do it!
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    Re: Frank Vincent Zappa... The Maestro

    Post by promethean75 on Wed Dec 26, 2018 11:39 am

    Two of your favorites from the 'Apostrophe' album.

    Excentrifugal Forz: https://vocaroo.com/i/s1AV7TqgEFO9

    The clouds are really cheap
    The way I seen 'em thru the ports
    Of which there is a half-a-dozen
    On the base of my resorz
    You wouldn't think I'd have too many
    Since I never cared for sports
    But I'm never really lonely
    In my Excentrifugal Forz

    There's always Korla Plankton
    Him 'n me can play the blues
    An' then I'll watch him buff that
    Tiny ruby that he use
    He'll straighten up his turban
    An' eject a little ooze
    Along a one-celled Hammond Organism
    Underneath my shoes
    An' then I'll call PUP TENTACLE
    I'll ask him how's his chin
    I'll find out
    How the future is
    Because that's where he's been
    His little feet got long 'n flexible
    An' suckers fell right in
    The time he crossed the line
    From LATER ON to WAY BACK WHEN

    Father Vivian O'Blivion: https://vocaroo.com/i/s0xJMmhGIqJj

    Get on your feet an' do the funky Alfonzo!
    Father Vivian O'Blivion
    Resplendent in his frock
    Was whipping up the batter
    For the pancakes of his flock
    He was looking rather bleary
    (He forgot to watch the clock)
    'Cause the night before
    Behind the door
    A leprechaun had stroked, yup . ..
    The night before
    Behind the door
    A leprechaun had stroked (he stroked it) . . .
    The night before
    Behind the door
    A leprechaun had stroked . . . his . . .
    Sma-ah-ah
    Ah-ah-ah
    Ah-ah-ah
    Ah-ah-ah
    Ah-ah-ah
    Ah-ah-ah
    Ahhh (stroked his smock)
    Which set him off in such a frenzy
    He sang LOCK AROUND THE CROCK
    An' he topped it off with a . . .
    An' he topped it off with a . . .
    An' he topped it off with a . . .
    WOO WOO WOO
    WOO WOO WOO
    WOO WOO WOO
    As he stumbled on his [?]
    He was delighted as it stiffened
    And ripped right through his sock
    Oh, Saint Alfonzo would be proud of me

    He shouted down the block

    Dominus Vo-bisque 'em
    Et come spear a tu-tu,
    Oh!
    Won't you eat my sleazy pancakes
    Just for Saintly Alfonzo
    They're so light 'n fluffy-white
    We'll raise a fortune by tonite
    They're so light 'n fluffy-white
    We'll raise a fortune by tonite
    They're so light 'n fluffy-brown
    They're the finest in the town
    They're so light 'n fluffy-brown
    They're the finest in the town
    Good morning, your Highness
    Ooo-ooo-ooo
    I brought you your snow shoes
    Ooo-ooo-ooo
    Good morning, your Highness
    Ooo-ooo-ooo


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    Re: Frank Vincent Zappa... The Maestro

    Post by promethean75 on Fri Dec 28, 2018 6:58 pm

    https://vocaroo.com/i/s1IzEYtfWxaR

    Out in cucamonga
    Many years ago
    Near a holy roller church
    There was once a place
    Where me and a couple of friends
    Began practicing for a time
    We might go

    [...]

    on tv
    And as fate would have it
    Later on we got a chance to play

    All we ever really knew

    That it was crazy
    To be doin' it any other way
    Yes it was crazy, crazy...

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    Post by promethean75 on Mon Dec 31, 2018 6:55 pm

    ... yes indeed, here we are, at saint alphonso's pancake breakfast...

    ... where I stole the margarine...

    ruth underwood demonstrates the rollo interior:



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    Re: Frank Vincent Zappa... The Maestro

    Post by promethean75 on Tue Jan 15, 2019 9:16 pm

    this is wonderful. i'm so proud of this father i'd almost send the dude a thank-you card on frank's behalf. now of course the girls are just having fun and aren't able to grasp what a brilliant song this is. the assault on that nauseatingly shallow happiness that was so earnestly expressed by the naive generations from the early sixties, couldn't be done better. even the melody perfectly captures the emerging fusion elements that were evolving out of the standard rock-n-roll of that decade. listen to that walking bass-line. if one bass-line had to condense all the popular media from the early sixties - the new corny sitcoms, the mind numbing pop rock-n-roll, the porno (girls in bell bottoms with reddish-bronze foundation, hair parted directly down the middle, and enormous bushes), and what was to split away from the direction of jazz fusion to become disco - it would be this one. the 'do-it-all' bass-line that portrays an entire age. frank wasn't just a composer, but an archaeologist as well.

    but did you get it? no, i'm afraid you didn't. when the verse is repeated the second time; 'let me take you to the beach again?' what's being said indirectly here? he's drawing attention to how lame lyrical music is in general, not to mention how often verses are repeated because the song writer can't think of anything else to say or just needs filler material to drag out the song to the desired four minute length so he can fill up the album.

    i hope frank's music isn't lost on these girls as they get older, but i'm sure it will be. the forces of the mainstream garbage on the radio are just too strong. they'll have to be a bit exceptional to retain an interest and grow fond of his music; to be able to recognize and understand the genius behind it.  



    the whole song:

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    Post by promethean75 on Thu Jan 17, 2019 1:14 pm

    ^^^ oh wait! I should repost the creative writing bit I did for this song, huh? I set the whole studio 54 scene pretty well, if I do say so myself. rhonda, tony, barry and jenny are on a quest to find that great disco ball in the sky and dance with drug induced, depraved abandon beneath it....

    "look at that line!," Rhonda shouted over the Bee Gees' 'jive talkin' that blasted from the chevy convertable's speakers. "what a drag!," she said, standing up in the backseat to get a better view. the chevy slowly cruised down the blvd and past studio 54... Tony was looking for a place to park.

    "hey, don't worry about it... i know the bouncer," assured Barry confidently as he adjusted his polyester shirt, unbottoning the top two buttons.

    "sure barry, sure you do," retorted Tony. "the last time you said that, we stood in line for an hour at the flamingo club." he pulled from his Salem menthol one-hundred and passed it to Jenny who was siting beside him, primping her hair in the mirror.

    "hey Rhonda, cut out a few lines for us before we go in, yeah?," said Tony as he looked over at Jenny beside him. he was groovin' to the music... his head bopping back and forth.

    a buick laid on the horn as the chevy swerved a little into the other lane.

    Barry shrieked. "jesus Tony, watch where yuh goin', will yuh!? Yer gonna get us all killed!"

    Tony ignored Barry's concern and squeezed Jenny's thigh as she applied eyeliner. "cut it out Tony... yuh gonna make me mess up muh face," Jenny protested, pushing Tony's hand away. Rhonda was in the back cutting lines out on a KC and the Sunshine Band album jacket now, with her credit card.

    "Man this is gonna be great... I can't wait to try out my new moves on the floor,' declared Barry shifting in his seat and simulating one of his dance moves. he bumped Rhonda's elbow. she dropped the straw and looked up.

    "godammit Barry!" "aw shit, Rhonda, I'm sorry." Jenny peered over the front seat at Rhonda, who now had coke smudged all over her nose. she burst out laughing, then blew an enormous bubble with her chewing gum. "christ Barry, watch what yuh doin'!"

    "hey Rhonda, pass that up here already... we're almost there," Tony ordered as he pulled into a parking lot and starting looking for a spot. a colorful crowd of club patrons were walking toward the street. a black midget dressed in a polyester suit with an afro the size of a basketball moved past the car. "hey man is that a 68?" "sure is," replied Tony, turning down the radio. 'stayin' alive' was now playing. "man that's far out!"

    the midget shot Tony a thumbs up, spun around on one heel, and continued walking.

    the car was parked and Barry jumped out of the back seat. "wooo hooo!," he shouted and gave Tony five. Jenny was finishing up her line and passed the coke to Tony. "Come on you guys, let's go!," shouted Barry enthusiastically. Rhonda had cleaned the coke off her nose and was now straightening her skirt as she stepped out of the car.

    they started walking toward studio 54, Tony with his arm around Jenny. "hey Rhonda... yuh gonna dance with me," asked Barry as they rounded the corner. again he was practicing his moves... shuffling from side to side. "yeah right, Barry," replied Rhonda sarcastically. "yuh the worst dancer i ever seen."

    Tony and Jenny starting laughing as Rhonda rolled her eyes.

    Barry was a guy who loved to have fun, and tonight was his night. he'd always dreamed of being a famous dancer and had practiced every night for months. studio 54 was the place to be. "you guys keep laughing... I don't care... you'll see. you're just jealous yuh can't dance like me!"

    as it turned out, Barry did know the bouncer, and they got to the front of the line. they were admitted through the door, found a table, and ordered drinks. fifteen minutes later they were ready to go... Barry leading the way. the crowd parted as he cut his way to the floor... the disco ball beckoning him like a light from god.

    Barry went straight to the middle of the floor, leaped into the air, landed in a full split, and ripped the crotch of his pants. the crowd gasped and cheered in amazement, clapping their hands to the rhythm of 'disco fever' that blared over the dance floor.

    Barry paid no attention to the minor inconvenience of his now ripped pants, jumped back up, and immediately began doing the hustle... everyone following his lead. he owned the floor, there was no doubt about it. Barry was a dancin' fool.
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    Post by promethean75 on Thu Jan 17, 2019 1:34 pm

    ... we're not quite done with barry just yet. This one should do it, though. As they say in mortal combat; finish him!!

    I tried to do this one too but I had to get so close to the mic (because of the hilariously low bass vocals), my vocals drowned out frank's, which shall not be permitted under any circumstances...



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

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

    Disco Boy,
    You're the DISCO KING!
    Aw, the Disco-Thing
    Made you think
    Someday,
    That you
    Just might GO SOMEWHERE!

    Disco Girl!
    You're 'out-a-site'!
    You need a Disco Boy
    To treat you right
    He'll do a little dance;
    Take you home tonight
    (Leave his hair alone,
    But you can kiss his comb)

    Disco Boy!
    Run to the toilet boy,
    'N comb your hair

    Disco Boy!
    Shake it more than three times 'n yer playin' with it
    (WOW!)
    While yer standin' there!
    (Well . . . )

    Disco Boy!
    Do the Bump every night, 'til the Disco Girl
    Who's REALLY RIGHT
    Gonna fall for yer line,
    'N feed you a box fulla
    Chicken Delight!

    Disco chit-chat; so demure!
    Pump that booty all across the floor!
    A disco drink
    A disco wink
    "You never go doody!"
    (That's what you think)
    "You never go doody!"
    (That's what you think)
    "You never go doody!"
    (That's what you think)

    Doody
    Ah, go doody
    Doody
    You never go doody
    Doody
    You never go doody
    Doody
    You never go doody
    Doody
    You never go doody
    Ah, baby, doody
    No doody
    Doody
    Ah, baby, doody

    Disco Boy!
    You got one more chance
    To comb your hair again

    Disco Boy!
    They're closin' the bar,
    And she's leavin' with your friend!

    Disco Boy,
    That's the way it goes,
    So wipe your nose,
    'N try it again,
    To get a little laid tomorrow!

    Disco Boy,
    No one understands,
    But thank THE LORD
    That you still got hands
    To help you do that jerkin' that'll
    Blot out yer Disco Sorrow!

    It's Disco Love tonight
    Make sure you look all right
    It's Disco Love tonight
    Make sure you look all right

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    Post by promethean75 on Tue Jan 29, 2019 6:06 pm

    https://vocaroo.com/i/s0QjXSiF0MQi

    Now believe me when I tell you that my song is really true
    I want everyone to listen and believe
    It's about some little people from a long time ago
    And all the things the neighbors didn't know

    Early in the morning, Daddy Dinky went to work
    Selling lamps and chairs to San Ber'dino squares
    And I still remember Mama with her apron and her pad
    Feeding all the boys at Ed's Cafe

    Whizzing and pasting and pooting through the day
    Ronnie helping Kenny, helping burn his poots away
    And all the while on a shelf in the shed
    Kenny's little creatures on display

    Ronnie saves his pneumies on a window in his room
    A marvel to be seen, dysentery green
    While Kenny and his buddies had a game out in the back
    Let's make the water turn black

    We see them after school in a world of their own
    To some it might seem creepy what they do
    The neighbors on the right sat and watched them every night
    I bet you'd do the same if they was you

    Whizzing and pasting and pooting through the day
    Ronnie helping Kenny, helping burn his poots away
    And all the while on a shelf in the shed
    Kenny's little creatures on display

    Ronnie's in the army now and Kenny's taking pills
    Oh, how they yearn to see a bomber burn
    Color flashing, thunder crashing, dynamite machine
    Wait till the fire turns green
    Wait till the fire turns green
    Wait till the fire turns green
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    Post by promethean75 on Wed Jan 30, 2019 7:32 pm

    we would now like to do a brief study of the politics of identity crisis in capitalist/consumerist america as it undergoes the rapid multicultural changes now taking place. i will be playing the part of our narrator and team-leader, THING-FISH, and the distinguished SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON, the subject of our study.

    https://vocaroo.com/i/s1HM2HIqNOEh

    THING-FISH: (displaying Dummy #1) Straighten up in that chair and pay attentium. People, this is for your own good. Do you know what you are?

    ENSEMBLE: Do you know what you are?

    THING-FISH:
    Dat what I ast ya!

    ENSEMBLE:
    You are what you is You is what you am

    THING-FISH:
    And DAT de trufe!

    ENSEMBLE:
    (A cow don't make ham...)

    THING-FISH:
    I meant dat now!

    ENSEMBLE:
    You ain't what you're not

    THING-FISH:
    Not even hardly...

    ENSEMBLE:
    So see what you got

    THING-FISH:
    And you got a lot o' lookin' t'do, junior!

    ENSEMBLE:
    You are what you is

    THING-FISH:
    Dat entirely TOO CORRECT!

    ENSEMBLE:
    An' that's all it 'tis!

    THING-FISH:
    Uh-HUHHHH!

    ENSEMBLE:
    A foolish young man

    THING-FISH:
    Bring dat dummy ovuh heah 'n show it to 'em!

    ENSEMBLE:
    Stashed away in SAN QUENTIM Ate de mys'try potatoes

    THING-FISH:
    Told ya 'bout dem 'taters!

    ENSEMBLE:
    EVIL PRINCE was inventin' Now he talk like de THING-FISH

    THING-FISH: (manipulating the dummy)
    ("Hmmmm, Saffiiiee!")

    ENSEMBLE:
    An' he look like a MAMMY!

    THING-FISH: (manipulating the dummy)
    ("See de mammy, now! See de mammy, now!")

    ENSEMBLE:
    His fav'rit CO-LOG-NUMM...

    THING-FISH:
    Smell like...

    (Chitlins!)

    ENSEMBLE:
    Is de one dey call 'SAMMY'!

    THING-FISH:
    One-Adam-Twelve...see de mammy...

    ENSEMBLE:
    He finally layin'

    THING-FISH:
    Armed 'n dangerous, reproach wit cautium!

    ENSEMBLE:
    De whole thang down, 'Cept de NIVEA LOTIUM!

    THING-FISH:
    Rub it on good, now!

    ENSEMBLE:
    An de ROYAL CROWN!

    THING-FISH:
    Take good care o' dat "ASH"!

    ENSEMBLE:
    Do you know what you are?

    THING-FISH:
    You's a wimp...she's a shrew!

    ENSEMBLE:
    You are what you is

    THING-FISH:
    Got dat?

    ENSEMBLE:
    You is what you am

    THING-FISH:
    One-Adam-Twelve, see de mammy agin'!

    ENSEMBLE:
    (A cow don't make ham...)

    THING-FISH:
    And it never will...

    ENSEMBLE:
    You ain't what you're not,

    THING-FISH:
    Unless SCIENCE do somethin' 'bout it!

    ENSEMBLE:
    So see what you got!

    THING-FISH:
    I KNOW dey woikin' on it...

    ENSEMBLE:
    You are what you is,

    THING-FISH:
    Underneath VIRGINIA!

    ENSEMBLE:
    An' that's all it 'tis!

    THING-FISH:
    BOOG-BOOGMMM, Dano..."MAMMY ONE"!

    ENSEMBLE: (showing Dummy #2)
    A foolish young man
    Of de negro persuasion
    Devoted his life
    To become a caucasian
    He stopped eating pork
    He stopped eating greens
    He trade his dashiki

    SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON: (manipulating the dummy)
    ("Uhuru!")

    ENSEMBLE:
    For some Jordache Jeans!

    He learned to play golf
    An' he got a good score
    Now he says to himself:
    "I AIN'T NO..."

    THING-FISH:
    "NIGNINT!"

    ENSEMBLE:
    NO MORE...HEY! HEY! HEY!"

    THING-FISH:
    One-Adam-Twelve, see de "NIGNINT" wit knife... proceed wif cautium...knife may be open...

    ENSEMBLE:
    BWANA MA-COO-BAH

    HARRY:
    All Right! Let's go!

    ENSEMBLE:
    MERCEDES BAINNNZZZZZ!

    ENSEMBLE:
    Who is who?

    SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON: (singing)
    I don't know...

    ENSEMBLE:
    'N what is what

    SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON:
    Somethin' I just don't know...

    ENSEMBLE:
    'N why is this

    SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON:
    Tell me now...

    ENSEMBLE:
    Appropriot

    SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON:
    That's a funny pronunciation, If'n ever I heard one!

    ENSEMBLE:
    If you don't like

    SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON:
    Where'd you get that word?

    ENSEMBLE:
    What you has got

    SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON:
    Appropriot? The word is not!

    ENSEMBLE:
    Drop it in the dirt

    SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON:
    Drop it, yeah!

    ENSEMBLE:
    'N let it rot

    SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON:
    I can smell it now!

    ENSEMBLE:
    Someone else

    SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON:
    Here de come, here de come!

    ENSEMBLE:
    Will surely come

    SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON:
    I told you he was comin'!

    ENSEMBLE:
    'N pick it up

    SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON:
    That's right!

    ENSEMBLE:
    'Cause he wants some

    SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON:
    An' he wants it for free!

    ENSEMBLE:
    And when one day

    SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON:
    There will come a day!

    ENSEMBLE:
    You wonder who

    SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON:
    I wonder too!

    ENSEMBLE:
    You used to was

    SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON:
    Who I was, anyway!

    ENSEMBLE:
    'N what you do

    SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON:
    I... I used to work at the post office!

    ENSEMBLE:
    You'll scratch your head

    SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON:
    But I don't wanna un-do my doo!

    ENSEMBLE:
    'N look around

    SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON:
    To see what's goin' on!

    ENSEMBLE:
    But what you lost

    SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON:
    Can't seem to find it!

    ENSEMBLE:
    Will not be found

    SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON:
    A Mercedes Benz!

    ENSEMBLE:
    Do you know what you are?

    SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON:
    I know!

    ENSEMBLE:
    You are what you is

    SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON:
    I'm the kinda guy...

    ENSEMBLE:
    You is what you am

    SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON:
    That ought to be drivin'

    ENSEMBLE:
    A cow don't make ham

    SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON:
    A four-fifty SLC...

    ENSEMBLE:
    You ain't what you're not

    SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON:
    A big ol' RED ONE!

    ENSEMBLE:
    So see what you got

    SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON:
    With some golf clubs stickin' out de trunk!

    ENSEMBLE:
    You are what you is

    SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON:
    I'm goin' down to de links on Saturday mornin'!

    ENSEMBLE:
    An' that's all it is

    SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON:
    Gimme a five dollar bill!

    ENSEMBLE:
    YOU ARE WHAT YOU IS

    SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON:
    And an overcoat too...

    ENSEMBLE:
    AN' THAT'S ALL IT IS

    SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON:
    Where's my waitress, yeahhhh!

    ENSEMBLE:
    YOU ARE WHAT YOU IS

    SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON:
    Robbie, take me to Greek Town!

    ENSEMBLE:
    AN' THAT'S ALL IT IS

    SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON:
    I'm harder than yer husband; Harder than yer husband!

    ENSEMBLE:
    YOU ARE WHAT YOU IS

    SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON:
    I'm goin' down to White Street, to the Mudd Club, y'all!

    ENSEMBLE:
    AN' THAT'S ALL IT IS

    SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON:
    I'm goin' down 'n work the wall! 'N work the floor

    ENSEMBLE:
    YOU ARE WHAT YOU IS

    SISTER OWL-GONKWIN-JANE COW-HOON:
    'N work the pipe, 'N work the wall some more!

    ENSEMBLE:
    AN' THAT'S ALL IT IS
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    Re: Frank Vincent Zappa... The Maestro

    Post by promethean75 on Thu Jan 31, 2019 10:33 am

    we'd now like to conduct a short anthropological examination of some of the mating habits and courtship practices characteristic of modern culture, especially pertaining to the upper social classes.

    https://vocaroo.com/i/s0CVXMZaKFWc

    Honey honey hey
    Baby don't you want a man like me
    Honey honey hey
    Baby don't you want a man like me
    He was the Playboy Type (he smoked a pipe)
    His fav'rite phrase was "OUTA-SITE!"
    He had an Irish Setter
    It was a singles bar, a Tuesday night
    The moon was dim, the band was tight
    They did the Bump together
    What a splendid sight, her teeth were white
    The drinks were cheap (it was Ladies Nite)
    He was glad that he met her
    She was an office girl (her name was Betty)
    Her fav'rite group was HELEN REDDY
    (They discussed the weather)

    [CHORUS REPEAT]

    She was a lonely sort, just a little too short
    Her jokes were dumb and her fav'rite sport
    Was hockey (in the winter)
    He was duly impressed and was quick to suggest
    Any sport with a PUCK had to be 'bout the best
    As he jabbed his elbow in her (get it honey?)
    Later on they went off to where the music was soft.
    The candles were drippy, they saw a REAL HIPPY
    Who delivered their dinner
    The rice was brown, and soon they found
    That the crowd around that had jammed the room,
    Well it seemed to be getting thinner

    [CHORUS REPEAT]

    He took her home to a motor court
    She wouldn't kiss him, he tried to ignore it,
    But it made him angry!
    He called her a slut, a pig and a whore
    A bitch and a cunt and she slammed the door
    In a petulant frenzy!
    On the sofa she weeps
    BOO HOO HOO HOO
    She weeps and she weeps
    BOO HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO
    She weeps and she peeps
    Through the curtain
    He just got in his car
    But the battery's dead
    So he asks to use the phone
    And she gives him some head
    And that's the end of the story

    [CHORUS REPEAT]
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    Re: Frank Vincent Zappa... The Maestro

    Post by promethean75 on Mon Feb 04, 2019 12:38 pm

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    Re: Frank Vincent Zappa... The Maestro

    Post by promethean75 on Mon Feb 04, 2019 12:51 pm


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