Frank Zappa Lyrics
Frank Zappa Lyrics
"Packard Goose Lyrics"
Austral Spectrum Lyrics
Iris reflects, your focus on beauty. Instant burning of stratosphere and ground. Visually harsh, the spectral extremes. Tempt you with shade, drawing you in. Don't be fooled by placid appearance, Like a colossal planetary vulva consumes. She tempts us with aqua, but offers us desert. She shows her aggression, while remaining placid, And we exploit all that she gives. Burnt...Charred, yet continuous birth rem
Iris reflects, your focus on beauty. Instant burning of stratosphere and ground. Visually harsh, the spectral extremes. Tempt you with shade, drawing you in. Don't be fooled by placid appearance, Like a colossal planetary vulva consumes. She tempts us with aqua, but offers us desert. She shows her aggression, while remaining placid, And we exploit all that she gives. Burnt...Charred, yet continuous birth rem
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Warren Cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals)
Ike Willis (lead vocals)
Peter Wolf (keyboards)
Arthur Barrow (bass, vocals)
Ed Mann (percussion)
Vinnie Colaiuta (drums)
Joe: (clutching the hood ornament of an ancient car)
Maybe you thought I
was the Packard Goose
Or the Ronald
MacDonald of the
nouveau-abstruse
Well fuck all them
people, I don't
need no excuse
For being what I am
Do you hear me, then?
All them rock 'n roll
writers is the worst
kind of sleaze
Selling punk like
some new kind of
English disease
Is that the wave
of the future?
Aw, spare me please!
Oh no, you gotta go
Who do you write for?
I wanna know
I believe you is the
government's whore
And keeping peoples
dumb is where you'
Breeders Of Hate Lyrics
my..... these words of anger and fight towards the other man I'm bent out of shape I'm feeling irate feel that blood flow {Guns on the street, a message complete Greed, self hatred tonite} Save your insanity you die for my needs I have no idea.... submit your interpretations here
remy..... these words of anger and fight towards the other man I'm bent out of shape I'm feeling irate feel that blood flow {Guns on the street, a message complete Greed, self hatred tonite} Save your insanity you die for my needs I have no idea.... submit your interpretations here
coming from
And keeping peoples
dumb is where you're
coming from
Fuck all them writers
with the pen in
their hand
I will be more
specific so they
might understand
They can all
kiss my ass
But because it's
so grand
They'd best just
stay away
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, Joe, who
did you blow?
Moe pushed
the button boy
And you went
to the show
Better suck a little
harder or the shekels
won't flow
And I don't mean
your thumb
So on your knees
you bum
Just tell yourself
it's yum
And suck it 'till
you're numb
Journalism's
kinda scary
And of it
we should be wary
Wonder what became
of Mary?
And no sooner has he wondered, a vision of Mary appears to him, delivering a little lecture...
Voice Of Mary's Vision:
Hi! It's me...
the
Graceland Lyrics
Stand up - tic tic toc The clock is on the run Still got the taste of microwave food in my mouth Kissing the sun Get out Ozone is waiting I inhale all the first world now And then I'm ready to join the cueue again To keep myself on overload And day by day gets executed Welcome to this place of struggle Welcome to the promised dream Inside my veal-fatting-pet I'm in control now And then I'm back
irl from the bus...Stand up - tic tic toc The clock is on the run Still got the taste of microwave food in my mouth Kissing the sun Get out Ozone is waiting I inhale all the first world now And then I'm ready to join the cueue again To keep myself on overload And day by day gets executed Welcome to this place of struggle Welcome to the promised dream Inside my veal-fatting-pet I'm in control now And then I'm back
Remember?
The last tour?
Well...
Information is
not knowledge
Knowledge is
not wisdom
Wisdom is not truth
Truth is not beauty
Beauty is not love
Love is not music
Music is THE BEST...
Wisdom is the domain
of the Wis
(which is extinct).
Beauty is a French
phonetic corruption
Of a short cloth
neck ornament
Currently in
resurgence...
And no sooner has she spoken (which is awkward and probably incorrect but what the fuck), enormous flabby short cloth neck ornaments obscure the horizon in a multitude, beating their ugly wings and working their hidden chrome snap attachments as they resurge in the direction of the White Zone seeking snack material near the Utensil Shrines of Greater America...
Joe:
If you're in the
audience and like
what we do
Well, we want you
to kn
Stranger in Paradise Lyrics
Take my hand I'm a stranger in paradise All lost in a wonderland A stranger in paradise If I stand starry-eyed That's the danger in paradise For mortals who stand beside an angel like you I saw your face and I ascended Out of the commonplace into the rare Somewhere in space I hang suspended Until I know there's a chance that you care Won't you answer this fervent prayer Of a stranger in paradis
w that weTake my hand I'm a stranger in paradise All lost in a wonderland A stranger in paradise If I stand starry-eyed That's the danger in paradise For mortals who stand beside an angel like you I saw your face and I ascended Out of the commonplace into the rare Somewhere in space I hang suspended Until I know there's a chance that you care Won't you answer this fervent prayer Of a stranger in paradis
like you all too
But as for the
sucker who will
write the review
If his mind
is prehensile
(His mind
is prehensile)
He'll put down
his pencil
(He'll put down
his pencil)
And have
himself a squat
On the Cosmic Utensil
(Cosmic Utensil)
Go give it all you got
On the Cosmic Utensil
(Cosmic Utensil)
Sit 'n spin until you rot
On the Cosmic Utensil
(Cosmic Utensil)
He really needs
to squat
On the Cosmic Utensil
(Cosmic Utensil
Cosmic Utensil)
Now that I got that
over with
I'll just play my
imaginary guitar again
Hey...
soundin' pretty good!
Hey...get down, me...
Boy, what an
imagination!
Love myself better
than I love myself...
I think...
What tone!
Sounds like an
Elegant Gypsy!
What is that?
Musk?
It's hip!