What song are you playing right now?

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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)

Your ethos
Your pathos
Your porthos
Your aramis
Your brut cologne
You're writing home
You are hopeless
Your hopelessness
Is rising around you, rising around you
You like it
It gives you something to do
In the day time
Hey buddy, you need a hobby
You are tired of moving forward
You think of the future
And secretly you piddle your pants
The puddle of piddle
Which used to be little
Is rising around you, rising around you
You like it
It gives you something to do
In the night time

Oh well, you travel to bars
You also go to winchell's doughnuts
And hang out with the highway patrol
Sometimes you'll go to a pizza place
You go to shakey's to get that
American kind of pizza
That has the ugly, waxey, fake yellow
Kind of cheese on the top...
Maybe you'll go to straw hat pizza,
To get all those artificial ingredients
That never belonged on a pizza in the first place
(but the white people really like it...)
Oh well, you'll go anyplace, you'll do anything
Oh you'll give me your underpants
I hope these aren't yours, buddy...
They're very nice, though
You go to santa monica boulevard,
You go to the blue parrot
No problem, you'll go anyplace
You'll do anything
Just so you can hang out with the others
The others just like you
Afraid of the future
(death valley days straight ahead)
The future is scary
(yes it sure is)
Well, the puddle is rising
It smells like the ocean
A body of water to isolate england
And also reseda
The oil in patches
All over atlantis, atlantis
You remember atlantis
Donovan, the guy with the brocade coat
Used to sing to you about atlantis
You loved it, you were so involved then
That's back in the days when you used to
Smoke a banana
You would scrape the stuff off the middle
You would bake it
You would smoke it
You even thought you was getting ripped from it
No problem
Woop! atlantis, they could really get down there
The plankton, the krill
The giant underwater pyramid, the squid decor
Excuse me, todd
The big ol' giant underwater door
The dome, the bubbles, the blue light
Light, light, light, light
Light, light, light, light
Blue light blue light
The seepage, the sewage, the rubbers, the napkins
Your ethos, your porthos,
Your flag pole, your port hole
Your language
You're frightened
The future
Your lang...
You can't even speak your own fucking language
You can't read it anymore
You can't write it anymore
Your language
The future of your language
Your meat loaf
Don't let your meat loaf
Heh, heh, heh
Your micro-nanette
Heh
Your brut
Cologne

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Read more: Frank Zappa - The Blue Light Lyrics | MetroLyrics

 

[mrquackers00]

Big Black Delta - Side of the Road

 

[Hypnophone]

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)

From madam wong's to starwood
To the whiskey on the strip
You can hear the crashing, blasting strum
Of bands that come to be real hip
And get a record contract
From a talent scout some day
They'll sell their ass, their cocks and balls
They'll take the check 'n' walk away
If they're lucky they'll get famous
For a week or two perhaps
They'll buy some ugly clothes to wear
And hope the business don't collapse
Before some stupid magazine
Decides they're really good
They're a tinsel town rebellion band
From downtown hollywood

Tinsel town rebellion, tinsel town rebellion band
It's a little bitty tinsel town rebellion
A tinsel town rebellion band

They used to play all kinds of stuff
And some of it was nice
Some of it was musical
But then they took some guy's advice
To get a record deal, he said,
They would have to be more punk
Forget their chops and play real dumb
Or else they would be sunk
So off they go to s.i.r. to learn some stupid riffs
And practice all their poses
In between their powder sniffs

Chop a line now, snort it up now
And when they think they've got it
They launch a new career
Who gives a fuck if what they play
Is somewhat insincere

Tinsel town rebellion, tinsel town rebellion band
A tinsel town rebellion,
A tinsel town rebellion band
Did you know that in tinsel town the people down there
Think that substance is a bore
And if your new wave group looks good
They'll hurry on back for more
Of leather groups and plastic groups
And groups that look real queer
The tinsel town aficionados
Come to see and not to hear
But then again this system works
As perfect as a dream
It works for all of those record company pricks
Who come to skim the cream
From the cesspools of excitement
Where jim morrison once stood
It's the tinsel town rebellion
From downtown hollywood

Is everybody happy?
Oh never mind!
No problem!


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[mrquackers00]

The Humane Experimente - 21st Century Schizoid Man

Awesome cover of the Crimson classic. This version has Rob Fripp, Jeff Kayman, and Maynard Keenan.

 

[Hypnophone]

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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Read more: Frank Zappa - Bamboozled By Love Lyrics | MetroLyrics

 

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Ma
By Rare Earth
Born in a log cabin in the back woods
The back woods of Mississippi
She drank moonshine, chewed tobacco
Raised 13 children all by herself

Never looked much like a lady
You see she was too busy providin' to raisin' her babies
Spend her evenings sitting in a rockin' chair
Never had much o' nothin but was always willin' to share

Talking 'bout ma ,talkin' 'bout ma
Yeah, yeah, yeah, talking 'bout my ma
Talkin' 'bout ma

Every once in awhile when ma would get depressed
She'd go to the cabinet and get paw's guitar
Sit herself down in the rockin' chair
Start strummin' and hummin', ha ha, yeah

That was ma's way of lettin' off steam
In plan old English you could see
That ma was doin' her thing
Every once in awhile she'd shout, "Let it all hang out"

Oow talkin' 'bout ma, talking 'bout ma
Yeah, yeah, yeah, talking 'bout ma
Talking 'bout ma

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Big John Is My Name
By Rare Earth
Well I like what I do and I do what I like
What I do? I play the funky music
Some of my friends smoke a little dope I gotta tell you all
Some of my friends tootin' up coke
Well different strokes for different folks, but me?
Playin' funky music all night long, that's what turns
Me on

I might not ever make the big time yeah yeah yeah yeah
'Cause honky tonk joints that's my style
Hey in a one bulb lighted room, where the women wear
50 cent perfume

Big John is my name, playin' funky music is my claim to

Fame
From the big city, me and my band specialize in the
Nitty gritty

Played my music in every honky tonk joint from Maine to
Mexico
Soulful folks ain't got no shoes smellin' like all
Out doors
I got invited to the white house but I had to turn it
Down cause
This here band can't stand what saddity folks are
Puttin' down

I might

Big John

I want to know can you get down, all the way
Down

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[Hypnophone]

Smiling Faces Sometimes
By Rare Earth
Smiling faces sometimes pretend to be your friend.
Smiling faces show no traces of the evil that lurks within.

Smiling faces, Smiling Faces, Sometimes they don't tell the truth.
Smiling faces, smiling faces tell lies and I got proof.
The truth is in the eye 'cause the eyes don't lie, amen.
Remember, a smile is just a frown turned upside down my friend.
So, hear me when I'm saying

Smiling faces, Smiling Faces, Sometimes they don't tell the truth.
Smiling faces, smiling faces tell lies and I got proof.
Beware. Beware of the handshake that hides the snake,
I'm tellin' you beware of the pat on the back it just might hold you back.
Jealousy, (Jealousy) misery, (misery) envy.
I tell you you can't see behind

Smiling faces, Smiling Faces, Sometimes they don't tell the truth.
Smiling faces, smiling faces tell lies and I got proof.
Your enemy won't do you no harm, 'cause you'll know where he's comin' from;
don't let the handshake and the smile fool ya.
Take my advice I'm only tryin' to school ya.

Smiling faces, Smiling Faces, Sometimes they don't tell the truth.

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Before they got cheesy. Before Terry Kath (guitar badass) lost a game of russian roulette... Yep. really.

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A cover of the Spencer Davis classic:

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Three piece.

Hammond/Piano/Synth/Violin/Lip-Flappin' - Jobson

Bass/synth/bass pedals/Lead Lip-Flappin' - Wetton

Drums - Bozzio

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[Hypnophone]

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[Hypnophone]

The Humane Experimente - 21st Century Schizoid Man

Awesome cover of the Crimson classic. This version has Rob Fripp, Jeff Kayman, and Maynard Keenan.

Not bad. Not Bad at all. They skipped some parts. It is otay!

 

[mrquackers00]

Not bad. Not Bad at all. They skipped some parts. It is otay!

Yeah...it had some rearrangements to fit into a more mainstream-format (personal speculation). We both agree that it was a good execution though

I actually haven't listened to that track in awhile...wore it out by playing too often. Glazing over some of your posts I realized how long I've been "away" from prog music. I need to update myself with what's been released lately and get back into the genre some more.

 

[Hypnophone]

Krank it up:

Transmaniacon MC
By Blue Öyster Cult
With Satan's hog no pig at all
And the weather's getting dry
We'll head south from Altamont
In a cold-blood traveled trance
So clear the road, my bully boys
And let some thunder pass
We're pain, we're steel, a plot of knives
We're Transmaniacon MC

Behind the pantry, behind the tree
The ghouls adopt that child
Whose name resound forever
Whose name resounds in terror
And I'm no fool to call that hog
'Cause man, I remember
Those who did resign their souls
To Transmaniacon MC

And surely we did offer up
Behind that stage at dawn
Beers and barracuda, reds and monocaine, yeah
Pure nectar of antipathy
Behind that stage at dawn
To those who would resign their souls
To Transmaniacon MC

Cry the cable, cry the word
Unknown terror's here
And won't you try this tasty snack
Behind the scene or but the back
Which was the stage at Altamont
My humble boys of listless power
We're pain, we're steel, a plot of knives
We're Transmaniacon...

Look, all right! You can feel it!

 

[Hypnophone]

Canadian mounted baby, a police force that works
Red and black, that's their color scheme
Get their man, in the end
It's all right, yeah, it's all right

Frontenac chateau, baby, I'll cross the frontier at ten
Got a whip in my hand, baby
And a girl or a husky at Leather's end
It's all right, it's all right, baby, it's all right
My lovely bel punice, you'd kill and you'd maim

[Incomprehensible]

Hornswoop me bungo pony, dogsled on ice
Make a dash for freedom baby, don't skate on polar ice
It's to thick to be sliced by the light
Of long and white polar nights
It's all right, it's all right, baby
It's all right
My lovely bel punice, you'd kill and you'd maim

 

[Hypnophone]

 

[Hypnophone]

Who remembers this?
Hell, I know y'all don't know the real Casino Royale.....

 

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Just check it out.

It's cooool.

 

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[Hypnophone]

Year 3000 Blues
By Ten Years After
They took me down the grading station
And they classified me zed
'Cause of over population
They told me that I would soon be dead

But I slipped out of the force field
And hid beneath the monorail
But the automatic blood hounds
Lord, they're soon hot along my trail

Now if I had been a scholar
With computer working hard
Then my molecular structure
Would not be on the grader's card

So, I know that they will get me
Put my index in the brain
Then, the atoms of my body
Will be disposed of, Lordy, down the drain

They took me down the grading station
And they classified me zed
'Cause of over population
They told me that I would soon be dead

Songwriters: ALVIN LEE

 

[Hypnophone]

You cannot go wrong with Alvin Lee....

Love Like A Man
By Ten Years After
You roly-poly
All over town
But you come on back to me
When things are down
Love like a man
Love all you can

Your satisfaction
Is growing less
If you come on back to me
Use my address and let you
Love like a man
Love all you can

You are the woman
You can't deny
You look so good to me, girl
You make me high

I'll tell you something
I think you know
When you flash those eyes at me
All systems go and let you
Love like a man
Love all you can

Songwriters: ALVIN LEE

 

[Hypnophone]

I know what you're thinking.
You could not be more wrongererererererer.....

As The Sun Still Burns Away
By Ten Years After
A thousand cities in the night
Each one waiting for the light
Ten million people plan their day
As the sun still burns away

As the earth just spins in space
People plan their daily race
As the sun still burns away
Few say "Thank you for the day"
All the people in their ties
Forget to look up at the sky
they exist another day
As the sun still burns away

I wonder just how long we'll last
When the final die is cast
Every day brings forth the time
When the sun forgets to shine

Songwriters: ALVIN LEE

 

[Hypnophone]

WOO HOO!!!

Congratulations to our British brothers for getting the fuck out of the communist EU!!!!!
Now, fix your muzzie problem....

This is a great day for humanity!

 

[Hypnophone]

They did it!!!

 

[Hypnophone]

Jerusalem
By Emerson, Lake & Palmer
And did those feet in ancient time,
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy lamb of god
On England's pleasant pastures seen?

And did the countenance divine,
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark satanic mills?

Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear, oh clouds unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!

I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Til we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land

Songwriters: PHIL KEAGGY, WILLIAM BLAKE, CHARLES HUBERT PARRY

 

[Hypnophone]

Well Goddamn, Y'all are a prissy bunch of pillow-biters....

From Texas. ...with love.

 

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From the lands of nether.....

 

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Who plays here? Huh?

This is fuckin' badass:

 

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The awesome live version has been removed from youtube. Is it the Zappa family fight, or is it the NWO?

I dunno. I'm perty fuckin' pissed-off about this sillyness.
Here's the El Pee version:

 

[Hypnophone]

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)

Flakes! flakes!
Flakes! flakes!
They don't do no good
They never be workin'
When they oughta should
They waste your time
They're wastin' mine
California's got the most of them
Boy, they got a host of them

Swear t'god they got the most
At every business on the coast
Swear t'god they got the most
At every business on the coast
They got the flakes

Flakes! flakes!

They can't fix yer brakes
You ask 'em, "where's my motor? "
"well, it was eaten by snakes..."
You can stab 'n' shoot 'n' spit
But they won't be fixin' it
They're lyin' an' lazy
They can be drivin' you crazy

Swear t'god they got the most
At every business on the coast
Swear t'god they got the most
At every business on the coast
Take it away, bob...

I asked as nice as I could
If my job would
Somehow be finished by friday
Well, them whole damn weekend
Came 'n' went, frankie
Wanna buy some mandies, bob?
'n' they didn't do nothin'
But they charged me double for sunday

You know, no matter what you do,
They gonna cheat 'n' rob you
Then they'll send you a bill
That'll get your senses reelin'
And if you do not pay
They got computer collectors
That'll get you so crazy
'til your head'll go through th' ceilin'
Yes it will!

I'm a moron, 'n' this is my wife
She's frosting a cake
With a paper knife
All what we got here's
American made
It's a little bit cheesey,
But it's nicely displayed
Well we don't get excited when it
Crumbles 'n' breaks
We just get on the phone
And call up some flakes
They rush on over
'n' wreck it some more
'n' we are so dumb
They're linin' up at our door
Well, the toilet went crazy
Yersterday afternoon
The plumber he says
Never flush a tampoon!
This great information
Cost me half a week's pay
And the toilet blew up
Later on the next day-ay-eee-ay
Blew up the next day
Woo-ooo

We are millions 'n' millions,
We're coming to get you
We're protected by unions
So don't let it upset you
Can't escape the conclusion
It's probably god's will
That civilization
Will grind to a standstill
And we are the people
Who will make it all happen
While yer children is sleepin',
Yer puppy is crappin'
You might call us flakes
Or something else you might coin us
But we know you're so greedy
That you'll probably join us

We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you
We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you
We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you
We're coming to get you, we're coming to get you...


Read more: Frank Zappa - Flakes Lyrics | MetroLyrics

 

[Hypnophone]

City of tiny lites
Don't you wanna go
Hear the tiny auto horns
When they tiny blow
Tiny lightin'
In the storm
Tiny blankets
Keep you warm
Tiny pillows
Tiny sheets
Talkin' bout those tiny cookies
That the peoples eats

City of tiny lites
Maybe you should know
That it's over there
In the tiny dirt somewhere
You can see it any time
When you get the squints
>From your downers and your wine
You're so big
It's so tiny
Every cloud is silver line-y
The great escape for all of you

Tiny is as tiny do
Tiny is as tiny do
Tiny is as tiny do
Tiny is as tiny do

City of tiny lites
Don't you wanna go
Hear the tiny auto horns
When they tiny blow
Tiny lightin'
In the storm
Tiny blankets
Keep you warm
Tiny pillows
Tiny tiny sheets
Talkin' bout them tiny cookies
That the peoples eats
That the peoples eats
That the peoples eats
That the peoples eats

And it's over there
It's over there
It's over there
It's over there

 

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The REAL thing:

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)

Fz:
"one of, one of the things that I like best about playing in new york is this particular place, because it has - it has a stage that is conducive to, how you say in the trade, audience part
Tion. now if there's one thing that I really like, it's, uh, audience participation. now listen... I gotta figure out something that I can, uh - do you think we should have another dance contest
Ght? oh, hey - the injured person dance contest. ah, well, let's see...awright, I'll tell you what we're going to do. here's a, here's a guy who really wants to be in the dance contest aw-reety,
Ighty, hey. okay..."

Butch:
"you are great, man - you are great. you are the best, baby. do 'dinah-moe humm.'"

Fz:
"all right, now wait a minute - what's your name? hey, hey - what's your name? "

Butch:
"butch."

Fz:
"awright, the dynamic butch. here's, here's a girl that wants to dance with butch. what's your name? "

Lena:
"lena."

Fz:
"what? "

Lena:
"lena."

Fz:
"lena, meet butch. okay, lena and butch, couple number one. heh heh. okay, let's see - that guy there, with his...that - that one there with the teeshirt on - no, no, the other one - this o
No, no - no no no, wait a minute, wait... well, you're - actually, you're very nice, though. would you like to come up here? ...okay, but d'you think you can behave yourself? you, you're sure yo
Behave yourself? ...okay, what's your name? "

Guy:
"tom, man. (mumble, mumble) you, baby, I (mumble, mumble)(gurgle) you (mumble, mmf, etc.)."

Guy:
"arrgh, mmmf, glurg, etc."

Fz:
"awright, now wait a minute. awright, awright, now wait..."

Guy:
"(mumble, mmf.) ugliness! ugliness!"

Other guy:
"frank, you're my buddy! arrgh, mmf."

Fz:
"awright, wait a minute, wait a minute. I have an important message to deliver to all the cute people all over the world. if you're out there and you're cute, maybe you're beautiful, I just
To tell you somethin' - there's more of us ugly mother-fuckers than you are, hey-y, so watch out. now..."

Guy (butch? ):
"will you bring my girlfriend on stage, maybe? "

Fz:
"sure. all right, now you - he wants to get his girlfriend - go get your girlfriend."

Girl:
"hey zap!"

Fz:
"good to see you again."

Girl:
"squeak!"

Fz:
"i know."

Guy:
"i ain't no fucking queer."

Fz:
"all right, now look, here's what we're going to do. awright. now. this - they'll be mashed, I'll save them, I'll save them for later."

Guy:
"i'm not a fucking queer."

Fz:
"this man is trying desperately to let everybody know that he's not a queer. he's not queer, he's not queer. awright, and now... you are going to dance, like you've never danced before...

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)

Your ethos
Your pathos
Your porthos
Your aramis
Your brut cologne
You're writing home
You are hopeless
Your hopelessness
Is rising around you, rising around you
You like it
It gives you something to do
In the day time
Hey buddy, you need a hobby
You are tired of moving forward
You think of the future
And secretly you piddle your pants
The puddle of piddle
Which used to be little
Is rising around you, rising around you
You like it
It gives you something to do
In the night time

Oh well, you travel to bars
You also go to winchell's doughnuts
And hang out with the highway patrol
Sometimes you'll go to a pizza place
You go to shakey's to get that
American kind of pizza
That has the ugly, waxey, fake yellow
Kind of cheese on the top...
Maybe you'll go to straw hat pizza,
To get all those artificial ingredients
That never belonged on a pizza in the first place
(but the white people really like it...)
Oh well, you'll go anyplace, you'll do anything
Oh you'll give me your underpants
I hope these aren't yours, buddy...
They're very nice, though
You go to santa monica boulevard,
You go to the blue parrot
No problem, you'll go anyplace
You'll do anything
Just so you can hang out with the others
The others just like you
Afraid of the future
(death valley days straight ahead)
The future is scary
(yes it sure is)
Well, the puddle is rising
It smells like the ocean
A body of water to isolate england
And also reseda
The oil in patches
All over atlantis, atlantis
You remember atlantis
Donovan, the guy with the brocade coat
Used to sing to you about atlantis
You loved it, you were so involved then
That's back in the days when you used to
Smoke a banana
You would scrape the stuff off the middle
You would bake it
You would smoke it
You even thought you was getting ripped from it
No problem
Woop! atlantis, they could really get down there
The plankton, the krill
The giant underwater pyramid, the squid decor
Excuse me, todd
The big ol' giant underwater door
The dome, the bubbles, the blue light
Light, light, light, light
Light, light, light, light
Blue light blue light
The seepage, the sewage, the rubbers, the napkins
Your ethos, your porthos,
Your flag pole, your port hole
Your language
You're frightened
The future
Your lang...
You can't even speak your own fucking language
You can't read it anymore
You can't write it anymore
Your language
The future of your language
Your meat loaf
Don't let your meat loaf
Heh, heh, heh
Your micro-nanette
Heh
Your brut
Cologne

Fuckin' Zappa!

 

[Hypnophone]

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)

From madam wong's to starwood
To the whiskey on the strip
You can hear the crashing, blasting strum
Of bands that come to be real hip
And get a record contract
From a talent scout some day
They'll sell their ass, their cocks and balls
They'll take the check 'n' walk away
If they're lucky they'll get famous
For a week or two perhaps
They'll buy some ugly clothes to wear
And hope the business don't collapse
Before some stupid magazine
Decides they're really good
They're a tinsel town rebellion band
From downtown hollywood

Tinsel town rebellion, tinsel town rebellion band
It's a little bitty tinsel town rebellion
A tinsel town rebellion band

They used to play all kinds of stuff
And some of it was nice
Some of it was musical
But then they took some guy's advice
To get a record deal, he said,
They would have to be more punk
Forget their chops and play real dumb
Or else they would be sunk
So off they go to s.i.r. to learn some stupid riffs
And practice all their poses
In between their powder sniffs

Chop a line now, snort it up now
And when they think they've got it
They launch a new career
Who gives a fuck if what they play
Is somewhat insincere

Tinsel town rebellion, tinsel town rebellion band
A tinsel town rebellion,
A tinsel town rebellion band
Did you know that in tinsel town the people down there
Think that substance is a bore
And if your new wave group looks good
They'll hurry on back for more
Of leather groups and plastic groups
And groups that look real queer
The tinsel town aficionados
Come to see and not to hear
But then again this system works
As perfect as a dream
It works for all of those record company pricks
Who come to skim the cream
From the cesspools of excitement
Where jim morrison once stood
It's the tinsel town rebellion
From downtown hollywood

Is everybody happy?
Oh never mind!
No problem!


Read more: Frank Zappa - Tinseltown Rebellion Lyrics | MetroLyrics

 

[Hypnophone]

It's a miserable friday night
I'm so lonely
And nobody'll give me a ride
To the grateful dead concert...oh rats!

I got to be free
Free as the wind
Free is the way
I got to be

Maybe I'm lost
Maybe I sinned
I got to be
Totally free

Our parents don't love us
Our teachers they say
Things that are boring
So we're running away
And we will be free
And people will see
That when we are free
That's the way we should be

Nothing left to do but get out the 'ol
Glue
(sniff it good now...)

Our parents don't love us
Our teachers they say
Things that are boring
So we're running away

And we will be free
And people will see
That when we are free
That's the way we should be
(we must be free!)
The glue! the glue! I can't find the glue!
(we must be free as the wind)
If I was at the concert now, I'd be ripped!
(we were free when we were born)
I could tighten my headband for an extra rush
During jerry's guitar solo
Then I could go to a midnite show of 200 motels!
(we were born free, but, now we are not free anymore!)
"opal, you hot little bitch!"
"you can take this pin n' hang it in yer ass!"
"you ain't the devil!"
"where's my waitress? "
But we wanna be free
An' were gonna be free

Yes, we want to be free and we're gonna be free
... did you know that
Free is when you don't have to
Pay for nothing
Or do nothing
We want to be free
Free as the wind

Free is when you don't have to
Pay for nothing
Or do nothing
We want to be free
Free as the wind

Free is when you don't have to
Pay for nothing
Or do nothing
We want to be free
Free as the wind

Free is when you don't have to
Pay for nothing
Or do nothing
We want to be free
Free as the wind


Read more: Frank Zappa - Teenage Wind Lyrics | MetroLyrics

 

[Hypnophone]

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)

Ensemble: (displaying dummy #1)
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...

Sister potato head bobby brown, sister ghenghis adonis osmosis, sister jasmine noxema tapioca:
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"! they toss dummy #1 into the wings, an d introduce dummy #2 to harry & rhonda. their torture-chairs, (on a rolling platform), are wheeled to center
E. the action takes place all around them.

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 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 gwine 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


Read more: Frank Zappa - You Are What You Is Lyrics | MetroLyrics

 

[Hypnophone]

Chop a line now...

 

[Hypnophone]

Don't be a pussy. Take the pain.

 

[Hypnophone]

Where's my RZ?

Take A Pebble
By Emerson, Lake & Palmer
Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea,
Then watch the ripples that unfold into me,
My face spill so gently into your eyes,
Disturbing the waters of our lives.

Shread of our memories are lying on your grass;
Wounded words of laughter are graveyards of the past.
Photographs are grey and torn, scattered in your fields
Letters of your mem'ries are not real.

Sadness on your shoulders like a wornout overcoat
In pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hope.
The daybreak is your midnight; the colours have all died.
Disturbing the waters of our lives, of our lives, of our lives, lives,
lives, lives...
Of our lives.

Songwriters: GREGORY LAKE

 

[Hypnophone]

Where's RZ?

I see the cold mist in the night
And watch the hills roll out of sight.
I watch in ev'ry single way,
Inside out, outside in, ev'ry day.

The sun can warm the coldest dawn
And move the movement on the lawn.
I learn in ev'ry single day,
Inside out, outside in, ev'ry way.

And there you are,
Making it up but you're sure that it is a star,
And boy you'll see
It's an illusion shining down in front of me,

And then you'll say
Even in time we shall control the day,
When what you'll see
Deep inside base controlling you and me.

And one peculiar point I see,
As one of many ones of me.
As truth is gathered, I rearrange,
Inside out, outside in, inside out, outside in,
Perpetual change.

And there you are,
Saying we have the moon, so now the stars,
When all you see
Is near disaster gazing down on you and me,

And there you're standing,
Saying we have the whole world in our hands,
When all you'll see,
Deep inside the world's controlling you and me.

You'll see perpetual change.
You'll see perpetual change.

And there you are,
Making it up but you're sure that it is a star,
And boy you'll see
It's an illusion shining down in front of me,

And then you'll say
Even in time we shall control the day,
When what you'll see
Deep inside base controlling you and me.

As mist and sun are both the same,
We look on as pawns of their game.
They move to testify the day,
Inside out, outside in, inside out, outside in,
All of the way.
Ah, Ah.

Songwriters: JON ANDERSON, CHRIS SQUIRE

 

[Hypnophone]

 

[Hypnophone]

A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace,
And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace,
And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar,
Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hour
And assessing points to nowhere, leading every single one
A dewdrop can exalt us like the music of the sun,
And take away the plain in which we move,
And choose the course you're running

Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away
Close to the edge, down by a river,
Not right away, not right away

Crossed the line around the changes of the summer,
Reaching out to call the color of the sky
Passed around a moment clothed in mornings faster than we see
Getting over all the time I had to worry,
Leaving all the changes far from far behind
We relieve the tension only to find out the master's name

Down at the end, round by the corner
Close to the edge, just by a river
Seasons will pass you by
I get up, I get down
Now that it's all over and done,
Now that you find, now that you're whole

My eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love
It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above
I crucified my hate and held the word within my hand
There's you, the time, the logic, or the reasons we don't understand

Sad courage claimed the victims standing still for all to see,
As armored movers took approached to overlook the sea
There since the cord, the license, or the reasons we understood will be

Down at the edge, close by a river
Close to the edge, round by the corner
Close to the end, down by the corner
Down at the edge, round by the river

Sudden call shouldn't take away the startled memory
All in all, the journey takes you all the way
As apart from any reality that you've ever seen and known
Guessing problems only to deceive the mention,
Passing paths that climb halfway into the void
As we cross from side to side, we hear the total mass retain

Down at the edge, round by the corner
Close to the end, down by a river
Seasons will pass you by
I get up, I get down

In her white lace, you could clearly see the lady sadly looking
Saying that she'd take the blame
For the crucifixion of her own domain

I get up,
I get down,
I get up,
I get down

Two million people barely satisfy
Two hundred women watch one woman cry, too late
The eyes of honesty can achieve
How many millions do we deceive each day?
I get up, I get down
I get up, I get down

In charge of who is there in charge of me
Do I look on blindly and say I see the way?
The truth is written all along the page
How old will I be before I come of age for you?
I get up, I get down
I get up, I get down
I get up, I get down

The time between the notes relates the color to the scenes
A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, it seems
And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love
As song and chance develop time, lost social temperance rules above
Ah, ah

Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space,
He turned around and pointed, revealing all the human race
I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place
On the hill we viewed the silence of the valley,
Called to witness cycles only of the past
And we reach all this with movements in between the said remark

Close to the edge, down by the river
Down at the end, round by the corner
Seasons will pass you by,
Now that it's all over and done,
Called to the seed, right to the sun
Now that you find, now that you're whole
Seasons will pass you by,
I get up, I get down
I get up, I get down
I get up, I get down
I get up

 

[robot zombie]

The awesome live version has been removed from youtube. Is it the Zappa family fight, or is it the NWO?

I dunno. I'm perty fuckin' pissed-off about this sillyness.

Ain't that some shit? Especially considering Zappa's past legal battles... ...you wouldn't expect the fam to be caught dead on the other side of it. Goes against everything the man himself stood and fought for!

Eh, they've prolly got some bureaucrats that don't know shit about Frank Zappa handling things. The irony is lost on them. :/

Youtube copyright is all kinds of fucked, though. You could post my music with my explicit consent and youtube's copyright system would still pick it up, block the video, put up a strike against your channel, and take all of your ad money - and I still can't do shit about it, even though I've allowed you to use it. THAT should be illegal. Every day, people are getting fucked out of their money/investments because the system has tourettes and youtube doesn't have enough human oversight to make sure it's not tripping out over nothing. It's a real mess right now.

Copyright law, in general, needs to be re-written. The internet didn't exist when it was formed. All efforts to enforce it have hurt the little guys more than it has even helped the big guys. Personally, I don't think there's much to be made in digital sales to begin with. There just isn't enough inherent value to an audio stream. It's time for labels to evolve and look for better opportunities. The only artists who break even on digital sales are chart-toppers... ...and only for so long. What's really hurting them is that nobody goes to their shows anymore. Maybe focus on that instead of petty youtube uploads with 50-100k views?

That aside, I'd have to think that nobody is not buying albums because they can listen to them on youtube. The audio quality is shit and it's not exactly convenient to just load up youtube every time you want to listen to music. These suits don't seem to understand how people listen to music anymore. They're lost, scared, and probably losing a lot of money because of it.

 

[robot zombie]

Been on an anime soundtrack kick today. Beneath all of the derivative, generic J-Pop/J-Rock, there is some genuinely good stuff. It's harder to find nowadays, but older shows have some classy stuff lurking within them. It's always exciting to find something that really hits you... ...like hidden treasure. I think a lot of it has to do with expectations. You just don't expect to hear something that hits you hard on a soundtrack from... ...a cartoon show.

I want to post a bunch of Yoko Kanno stuff, but Japanese companies have pretty much obliterated her presence on youtube. It's a travesty. I no longer have a way to share her beautiful music with people :/

It's the same with Ghibli music. Joe Hisaishi is a treasure of a modern composer, but getting into his music has become such a chore. If you don't know him by now, you probably won't... ...unless you buy some Ghibli soundtracks, many of which are prohibitively expensive. It just doesn't make any sense! You are basically limiting your sales to hardcore fans and giving everyone else the finger. You leave them with no reason to care about what is already a very niche area of music.

Honestly, this is frustrating. It's obscure music to most people. How are you gonna recommend people "check out" an old soundtrack from Japan. Where do they find it and why would they buy it just to hear it?

The only way most people would ever hear of it would be youtube... ...I don't think the Japanese understand how valuable making their content readily accessible to the west could be. People don't buy things they don't know about. They're very careful about what music they invest in. Why not just let them hear the damned music so they can at least have something to go by? Does you no good to leave people with no frame of reference. And yet they wonder why sales in the west are shit-all! People aren't gonna just up and buy the shit! Why so secretive?

It's just annoying, how out of touch these big companies are. They don't understand their markets anymore. In Japan in particular, there is this mindset among the older generations that things should always be done one way. Unfortunately, these are the people in charge. Things aren't like they used to be, and it really is evolve or die. Many old Japanese media giants have fallen because of their antiquated practices... ...they basically rendered themselves irrelevant.

I heard my first Yoko Kanno soundtrack via youtube. I had never heard another anime soundtrack in my life... ...I hadn't even seen the show. It blew me away with it's serene blend of worldly, jazzy, folksy, and soaring classical scores. It was just so "of the earth" and full of life. I listened to it extensively for about a month before I bought every installment of that soundtrack, as well as a couple of other complete sets of soundtracks she had done for other shows. I am very grateful that I had the opportunity to discover them and it saddens me that others do not.

*Sigh* I'll stop ranting, now. It's just a shame. These people are greedy to a fault. It's a scar on the face of music... ...an insult to composers and listeners alike.