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BEATLE BONES AND SMOKIN' STONES
album lyrics
 
flits

TROUT MASK REPLICA

sincere WARNING: it is highly recommended not to experience this album all in once. just take a few days off after each side...

study the discography


SIDE ONE

FROWNLAND

my smile is stuck
i cannot go back to your frownland
my spirit is made up of the ocean
and the sky and the sun and the moon
and all my eye can see
i cannot go back to your land of gloom
where black jagged shadows
remind me of the coming of your doom
i want my own land
take my hand and come with me
it's not too late for you
it's not too late for me
to find my homeland
where a man can stand by another man
without an ego flying
with no man lying
and no one dying by an earthly hand
let the devils burn and the beggar learn
and the little girls that live in those old worlds
take my kind hand
my smile is stuck
i cannot go back to your frownland
i cannot go back to your frownland


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THE DUST BLOWS FORWARD AND THE DUST BLOWS BACK

there's old gray with her dovewinged hat
there's old green with her sewing machine
where's the bobbin at?
she's toting old grain in a printed sack
the dust blows forward and the dust blows back
and the wind blows black through the sky
and the smokestack blows up in the sun's eye
what am i gonna die?
a white flake riverboat just blew by
bubbles pop big
and a lipstick kleenex hung on a pointed forked twig
reminds me of the bobby girls
never was my hobby girls
hand full of worms and a pole fishing
cork bobbing like a hot red bulb
and a blue jay squeaks
his beak open an inch above a creek
gone fishing for a week,
well i put down my bush
and i took off my pants and felt free
the breeze blowing up me and up the canyon
far as i could see
it's night now and the moon looks like a dandelion
it's black now and the blackbirds feeding on rice
and his red wings look like diamonds and lice
i could hear the mice toes scampering
gophers rumbling in pile crater rock holes
one red bean stuck in the bottom of a tin bowl
hot coffee from a krimpt up can
me and my girl named bimbo limbo spam


version from book SKELETON BREATH, SCORPION BLUSH (1987)
 

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DACHAU BLUES

dachau blues those poor jews
dachau blues those poor jews
down in dachau blues
down in dachau blues
still crying about the burning back in world war two's
one mad man six million lose
down in dachau blues
down in dachau blues
dachau blues, dachau blues those poor jews
the world can't forget that misery
and the young ones now begging the old ones
please to stop being madmen
before they have to tell their children
about the burning back in world war three's
war one was balls and powder and blood and snow
war two rained death and showers and skeletons
danced and screaming and dying in the ovens
cough and smoke and dying by the dozens
down in dachau blues
down in dachau blues
three little children with doves on their shoulders
their eyes rolled back in ecstasy crying
please old man stop this misery
they're counting out the devil
with two fingers on their hands
begging the lord don't let the third one land
on world war three
on world war three

[spoken:]
... and it attracted a lot of rats, and er, they closed the doors, and er, they all got shotguns and shot in the grass. nothing happened, they couldn't get the rats to move, see. so they got one fellow down there, and he said, ah, he-e-e-e s-stammered at you; when he got excited he couldn't talk at all. they got him down there and walt said: 'i'll get them out of there', and he took a stick to beat them, trying to get them out of there. then they started to shoot in wild rushes. and old walt thought he was gonna get killed....


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ELLA GURU

here she comes walking
looking like a zoo
hello moon
hello moon
hi ella high ella guru
she knows all the colors that nature do
high ella high ella guru
high yellow high red high blue she blew
high ella high ella guru
she does what she mean
she does what she does
got something for me something for you
she shows something
she's young too
ella guru, ella guru
ella guru, ella guru
ha ha right right
just dig it
that's right, 'the mascara snake'
fast and bulbous
tight also
ella guru, ella guru
ella guru, ella guru
high ella high ella guru
ella guru


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HAIR PIE: BAKE 1

an instrumental, so no lyrics

[spoken conversation with two youngsters seeking a drummer for a band:]
girl: we just moved in around here. we heard you play, so we decided we'd come up and find out who it was.
don van vliet (captain beefheart:) (laughs) o, ho, yes. captain beefheart and his magic band.
boy: really?
don van vliet: yeah.
[short pause]
don van vliet: where did you move her from?
girl: oh, just from --
boy: (interrupting) reseda.
girl: yeah.
don van vliet: reseda?
girl: yeah.
don van vliet: she's nice....
[silence]
don van vliet: what do you think?
visitors (together): sounds good.
don van vliet: it's a bush recording. we're out recording the bush. name of the composition is 'me -, neon meate dream of an octafish'.
boy: hum.
girl: um.
don van vliet: no! it's: 'her pie'.
[silence]
girl: looks you don't find the drummer now.
boy: huh!


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MOONLIGHT ON VERMONT

moonlight on vermont affected everybody
even mrs. wooten as well as little nitty
even lifebuoy floating
with his little pistol showing
with his little pistol toting
well that goes to show you what a moon can do
no more bridge from tuesday to friday
everybodies gone high society
hope lost his head and got off on alligators
somebodies leaving peanuts on the curbins
for a white elephant escaped from zoo with love
goes to show what a moon can do
moonlight on vermont
well it did it for lifebuoy
and it did it to you
and it did it to zoo
and it can do it for me
and it can do it for you
moonlight on vermont
gimme that old time religion
gimme that old time religion
don't gimme no affliction
that old time religion is good enough for me
and it's good enough for you
well come out to show them
come out to show them [6x]
gimme that old time religion [3x]
it's good enough for me
without your new affliction
don't need your new restrictions
gimme that old time religion
it's good enough for me
moonlight on vermont


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TAKE A FEW DAYS OFF!

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SIDE TWO

 
PACHUCO CADAVER

[spoken:]
a squid eating dough in a polyethylene bag is fast and bulbous, got me?

when she wears her bolero then she begins to dance
all the pachucos start witholding hands
when she drives her chevy sissies don't dare to glance
yellow jackets and red debbils buzzing around her hair hive ho
she wears her past like a present
takes her fancy in the past
her sedan skims along the floorboard
her two pipes pied humming carbon cum
got her wheel out of a b-29 bomber brodey knob amber
spanish fringe and talcum tassels forever amber
she looks like an old squaw indian
she's ninety-nine she won't go down
avocado green and alfalfa yellow adorn her to the ground
tattoos and tarnished utensils a snow white bag full of tunes
drives a cartune around bromo-seltzer blue umbrella
keeps her up off the ground
round red sombreros rap her high tap horsy shoes
when she unfolds her umbrella pachuco got the blues
her loving makes me so happy
if i smile i would crack my chin
her eyes are so peaceful thinks it's heaven she been
her skin is as smooth as the daisies
in the center where the sun shines in
smiles as sweet as honey
her teeth as clean as the combs where the bees go in
when she walks flowers surround her
let their nectar come into the air around her
she loves her love sticks out like stars
her loving sticks out like stars


mix of original lyric sheet and version from book SKELETON BREATH, SCORPION BLUSH (1987)
 

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BILL'S CORPSE

quietly the rain played down on last of the ashes
quietly the light played down on her lashes
she smiled and twisted she smiled and twisted
hideously looking back at what once was beautiful
playing naturally magically
o her ragged hair was shining red, white, and blue
all and all the children screaming
why surely madam you must be dreaming
you couldn't have done this if you knew what you were doing
well the gold fish in the bowl lay upside down bloating
full in the sky and the plains were bleached white with skeletons
various species grouped together according
to their past beliefs
the only way they ever all got together was
not in love but shameful grief
it's not the way i would like it to get together
that's not the kind of thoughts i would like to keep
the rain played lightly down down on the formaheap
o lady look up in time, o lady look out of love
and you should have us all
o you should have us fall


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SWEET SWEET BULBS

sweet sweet sweet sweet bulbs grow in my latest garden
warm warm warm warm warm sun fingers wave in my latest garden
flowers dance their faces brave
come talk freely in the garden of my lady
her hominy smile her hominy snatch
only a crow would peck
and a chicken would scratch
her lips turned up to kiss
i see you phoebe baby in your bonnet
with the sunset written on it
and the shadow of a tree
curled around her knee in color
and just behind you was the sea of negativity
tinkling like mercury in the wind
her feet kept by the ground her toes bare brown
her carriage she'd abandoned like a hand-me-down
she walked back into nature - a queen uncrowned
she had just recognized herself
to be an heir to the throne
her garden gate swings lightly without weight
open to most anyone that needs a little freedom
for god's sake
o come as many as you can
in dark or light you're free to grow as flowers
share her throne and use her toothbrush
and spend some interesting hours


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NEON MEATE DREAM OF A OCTAFISH

lucid tentacles test and sleeved
and joined and jointed jade pointed
diamond back patterns
neon meate dream of an octafish
artifact on rose petals
and flesh petals and pots
fack and feast and tubes tubs bulbs
in jest incest injest injust in feast incest
and specks and spreckled spreckled
speckled speculation
fedlocks waddling feast
archaic faces frenzy
ceramic fists artificial deceased
and cists rancid buds burst
dank drum and dung dust
meate rose and hairs
meaty dream wet meate
limp damp rows
peeled and felt fields and belts
impaled on a demon
mucus mules
twat trot tra la
tra la, tra la, tra la
whalebone fields and belts
whalebone farmhouse
cavorts girdled in tatters a lite
cavorts girdled in tatters a lite
a dipped amidst
squirming serum and semen
and syrup and semen and serum
stirrupped in syrup
neon meate dream of an octafish


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CHINA PIG

note as given on the lyric sheet:
owing to the condition of the players and the environment of the recording, certain portions are inaudible, thus we can only guess at the real meaning

[conversation:]
don van vliet: do one of those pu-chunk, a-chunk, a-chunk, a-chunk, one of those.
doug moon: really slow...

i don't wanna kill my china pig
no i don't
a man's gotta live
a man's gotta eat
a man's gotta have shoes to walk out on the street
i don't wanna kill my china pig
o, you're gonna be there - i want you to be
i don't wanna kill my china pig
well i used to go to school
with a little red box
and i used to have my pig go with me
we walked for blocks
i don't wanna kill my china pig
his tail curled five times in a circle round
it's glazed
he's got a slot in his back flowers grow
my china pig be a quite a show
i don't wanna kill my china pig
oh no
my china pig
i got him by the snout
and i take him by the cuff
and i whipped out my fork
and i poked at him
three hairs laid out on my floor
i remember my china pig
i fed the neighborhood
it was a big neighborhood
a lot of people liked my pig
one little girl used to put her fingers in his snout
i put a fork in his back
i didn't wanna kill my china pig


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MY HUMAN GETS ME BLUES

i saw you baby dancing in your x-ray gingham dress
i knew you were under duress
i knew you under your dress
just keep coming jesus
you're the best dressed
you look dandy in the sky but you don't scare me
because i got you here in my eye
in this lifetime you got myhumangetsmeblues
with your jaw hanging slack and your hairs curling
like an old navy fork sticking in the sunset
the way you were dancing i knew you would never come back
you were straining to keep your
old black cracked patent shoes
in this lifetime you got myhumangetsmeblues
well the way you'd been old lady
i could see the fear in your windows
under your furry crawling brow
a silver bow rings up in inches
you were afraid you'd be the devil's red wife
but it's all right - god dug your dance
and would have you young and in his harem
dress you the way he wants because he never had a doll
because everybody made him a boy
and god didn't think to ask his preference
you can bring your dress and your favorite dog
and your husband's cane
and your old spotted hog
because in this lifetime
you've got myhumangetsmeblues


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DALI'S CAR

an instrumental, so no lyrics


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TAKE A FEW DAYS OFF!

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SIDE THREE

HAIR PIE: BAKE 2
an instrumental, so no lyrics


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PENA

[conversation:]
don van vliet (captain beefheart): ah, ha, ha, ha...! fast and bulbous.
victor hayden (the mascara snake): fast and bulbous!
don van vliet: that's... (laughs)
frank zappa: hey, do it again.
don van vliet: i love that, i love all those words.
victor hayden: fast and bulbous!
don van vliet: that's right, the mascara snake, fast and bulbous.
victor hayden: bulbous also tapered.
don van vliet: yeah, but you got to wait till i say: 'also a tinned...: teardrop'.
victor hayden: (laughs) oh, christ!
frank zappa: alright, again. beginning...
victor hayden: fast and bulbous.
don van vliet: that's right, the mascara snake. fast and bulbous. also a tinned teardrop.
victor hayden: bulbous also tapered.
don van vliet: that's right.

pena
her little head clinking
like a barrel of red velvet balls
full past noise
treats filled her eyes
turning them yellow like enamel coated tacks
soft like butter hard not to pour
out enjoying the sun while sitting on
a turned on waffle iron
smoke billowing up from between her legs
made me vomit beautifully
and crush a chandelier
fall on my stomach and view her
from a thousand happened facets
liquid red salt ran over crystals
i later band-aided the area
sighed
o well it was worth it
pena pleased but sore from sitting
chose to stub her toe
and view the white pulps horribly large
in their red pockets
'i'm tired of playing baby,' she explained
and out of a blue felt box let escape
one yellow butterfly the same size
its droppings were tiny green phosphorus worms
that moved in tuck and rolls that clacked
and whispered in their confinement
three little burnt scotch taped windows
several yards away
mouths open to tongues that vibrated
and lost saliva
pena exclaimed: 'that's the raspberries'


***

 
WELL

light floats down day river on a red raft of blood
night blocks out the heavens like a big black shiny bug
its hard soft shell shining white in one spot well
it's a hard place that i'm living but i'm doing well well
the white ice horse melted like a spot of silver well
its mane went last then disappeared the tail
my life ran through my veins
whistling hollow well
i froze in solid motion well well
i heard the ocean swarming body well well
i heard the beetle clicking well
i sensed the thickest silence scream
then i begin to dream
my mind cracked like custard
ran red until it sealed
turn to wooden and rolled like a wheel well well
thick black felt birds a-flying
with capes of solid chrome
with feathers of solid chrome
and beaks of solid bone
and bleach the air around them
white and cold well well
till it's shown in pain
the hollow cane clicked like ever after
its shadow vanished shining silence
well well


***

 
WHEN BIG JOAN SETS UP

hoy hoy
when big joan comes out
her arms are too small
her head like a ball
she tied off her horse
and galloped off into the moonbeams
she pulled up her blouse
and compared her navel to the moon
i dig my life for a while
when big joan sets up
her hands are too small
she's too fat to go out in the daylight
so she rolls around allnight
i'm just sort of a thread
with a drooped body
i'll set up with you, big joan
i'm too fat to go out in the daylight
i'll stay up all night
i won't droop if you won't talk
about your hands being too small
you know something is happening
or you wouldn't have come out like you did
she ain't built for going naked
so she can't wear any new clothes
or go to the beach
they laugh at her body
because her hands are too small
when big joan sits up her hands are too small
she's out of reach
a turquoise scarf and a sleeve
rolled up over a merc montclair
i'll sit up with you, big joan
i'm too fat to go out in the daytime
i'll stay up all night
if you promise not to talk
about your hands being too small
hoy hoy
is she a boy?


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FALLIN' DITCH

[conversation:]
don van vliet (captain beefheart): now we won't have to worry about rockette morton - what's the name of that girls?
mark boston (rockette morton): (makes acceleration noises) rockette morton takes off again into the wind.
don van vliet: what do you run on, rockette morton?
john french (drumbo): say...: beans.
don van vliet: (laughs)
rockette morton: i run on beans..., i run on lazier beans. [mind: nót 'laser beans' - teejo]

when i get lonesome the wind begins to moan
when i trip falling ditch
somebody wants to throw the dirt right down
when i feel like dying the sun comes out
stole my fear and gone
who's afraid of the spirit with the bluesferbones?
who's afraid of the falling ditch?
falling ditch ain't gonna get my bones
how's that for the spirit?
how's that for the things?
ain't my fault the thing has gone wrong
when i'm smiling my face wrinkles up real warm
when i'm frowning things just turn to stone
falling ditch ain't gonna get my bones
when i get lonesome the wind begins to moan
falling ditch ain't gonna get my bones


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SUGAR 'N' SPIKES

and sugar and spikes and neon nights
walk in lights in chains coughing smoke whooping hope
cardinal sky rush by falls bark in dark
fall back in dark
pies steam stale shoes move broom and pale
moon in a dime store sale
sugar and spikes and everything nice and everything nice and crazy
that's what little worlds are made of lady
i'm paid up in home in my new friday's house
there's no h on my faucet
there's no bed for my mouse
my punch and grow mind in diamond back time
now it's king for a day with my lady looking fine
got my peak up hat and my caramel mask
tremelo car speidel wrist round my honey
going to see the navy blue vicar
paul peter and misses wray flicker


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ANT MAN BEE

white ants running
black ants crawling
yellow ants dreaming
brown ants longing
all those people longing to be free
uhuru ant man bee uhuru ant man bee
all the ants in god's garden they can't get along
war still running on
it's that one lump of sugar
that they won't leave each other alone
why do you have to do this? you've got to set us free [4x]
uhuru ant man bee uhuru ant man bee
now the bee takes his honey
then he sets the flower free
but in god's garden
only man and the ants
they won't let each other be


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TAKE A FEW DAYS OFF!

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SIDE FOUR

 ORANGE CLAW HAMMER

a thick cloud caught a piper cub's tail
the match struck blue on a railroad rail
the old puff horse was just pulling through
and a man wore a peg leg forever
i'm on the bum where the hoboes run
the air breaks with filthy chatter
oh i don't care there's no place there
i don't think it matters
my skin is blazing through
and my clothes in tatters
and the railroad looks
like a 'y' up the hill of ladders
one shoe fell on the gravel
one stick poked down
gray of age fell down on a pair of ears
an eagle shined through my hole watch pocket
a gingham girl baby girl
passed me by in tears
a jack rabbit raised his folded ears
a beautiful sagebrush jack rabbit
and an oriole sang like an orange
his breast full of worms
and his tail clawed the evening like a hammer
his wings took to air like a bomber
and my rain can caught me a cup of water
when i got into town
odd jobs mam and your horse i'll fodder
i'm the roundhouse man
i once was your father
a little up the road a wooden candy stripe barber pole
and above it read a sign: 'painless parker'
licorice twisted around under a fly
and a youngster cocked her eye
god, before me - if i'm not crazy - is my daughter
come little one with your little old dimpled fingers
gimme one and i'll buy you a cherry phosphate
take you down to the foaming brine and water
and show you the wooden tits
on the goddess with the pole out full sail
that tempted away your peg legged father
i was shanghaied by a high hat beaver mustache man
and his pirate friend
i woke up in vomit and beer in a banana bin
and a soft lass with brown skin
bore me seven babies with snapping black eyes
and beautiful ebony skin
and here it is i'm with you my daughter
thirty years away can make a seaman's eyes
a roundhouse man's eyes flow out water
salt water


version from book SKELETON BREATH, SCORPION BLUSH (1987)
 

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WILD LIFE

wild life along with my wife
i'm going up on the mountain for the rest of my life
before they take my life
before they take my wild life
before they take my wife
they got my mother's father
and run down all my kin
folks i know i'm next
wild life along with my wife
i'm going up on the mountain for the rest of my life
before they take my wild life
before they take my wife wife
before they take my wife
wild life [6x]
i'm going up on the mountain along with my wife
find me a cave and talk them bears into taking me in
wild life along with my wife
wild life
it's a man's best friend
wild life along with my wife
[repeating of parts]


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SHE'S TOO MUCH FOR MY MIRROR

[spoken:]
voice one: here you would have a famous version of 'she's too much for my mirror'. note the clever slate.
voice two: 'she's too much for my, or anybody's mirror', number two.
voice one: told you...

she's too much for my mirror
she almost makes me lose it
the way she abused it makes me never want to use it
well mend your heart and mind your soul

old chicago she's a woman
that makes a young man a bum
she howls like the wind
make my heart grow cold
make me long for that little red fum!

she makes things fly and she makes things roll
she got me way over here and i'm hungry and cold
i remember my mother told me i ought to be choosey
that was way back when i thought she was my friend
now i find out she's a floosey

i remember the butterflies and the sweet smell of corn
and the bubbling fish in that little pond
oooh! lousey!
oooh! lousey!
how i long for you
how i long for you
she's too much for my mirror
that little floosey oh how i fear her
oooh! lousey

[spoken:]
shit, i don't know how did that harmony get in there?

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HOBO CHANG BA

strawwood claw rattling my jaw
i can't call it using
it's just something soothing
feather times a feather
morning time to thaw
hobo chang ba
hobo chang ba
hobo chang ba o
hobo chang ba o
standing still is losing
[repeating of parts]
stand to gain my ground
lay to rest the law
the ocean is my mother
and the freight train is my paw
hobo chang ba, hobo chang ba, hobo chang ba o
the rails i ride are rusting
the new sunrise [is] my trusting
[repeating of parts]
hobo chang ba ooh, hobo chang ba, hobo


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THE BLIMP (mousetrapreplica)

[spoken:]
frank zappa: you're ready?...
someone: one, two, three, four...
frank zappa: here we go....

master master, this is recorded thru a fly's ear
and you have to have a fly's eye to see it
it's the thing that's going to make
captain beefheart and his magic band fat
frank, it's the big hit! it's the blimp!
it's the blimp, frank! it's the blimp!

when i see you floating down the gutter
i'll give you a bottle of wine
put me on the white hook
back in the fat rack
shad rack ee shack
the something hoop [2x]
the blimp [2x]
the drazy hoops [2x]
they're camp [2x]
tits tits, the blimp, the blimp
the mother ship [2x]
the brothers hid under their hood
from the blimp, the blimp
children stop your nursing unless you are rendering fun
the mother ship, the mother ship's the one
the blimp [2x]
the tapes a trip it's a trailing tail
it's traipsing along behind the blimp, the blimp
the nose has a crimp
the nose is limp, the blimp
it blows the air, the snoot isn't fair
look up in the sky there's a dirigible there
the drazy hoops whir
you can see them just as they were
all the people stir
and the girls' knees tremble
and run and wave their hands
and run their hands over the blimp, the blimp
daughter don't you dare
oh momma who cares
it's the blimp! it's the blimp!

[conversation:]
don van vliet (captain beefheart:) that's it.... hello?
frank zappa: hello.
don van vliet: did you get it?
frank zappa: sure did. it's beautiful. (laughs.)
someone else: i think that we have enough on the tape to, er, just to use that as this for the album.
frank zappa: okay, i'm not listening to that bag now. i gotta go back to that --


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STEAL SOFTLY THRU SNOW

the black paper between a mirror breaks my heart
the moon frayed through dark velvet lightly apart
steal softly through sunshine, steal softly through snow
the wild goose flies from winter, breaks my heart that i can't go
energy flies through a field and the sun softly melts a nothing wheel
steal softly through sunshine, steal softly through snow
the black paper between a mirror breaks my heart that i can't go
the swan their feathers don't grow - they're spun
they live two hundred years of love - they're one
breaks my heart to see them cross the sun
grain grows rainbows up straw hill
breaks my heart to see the highway cross the hills
man has lived a million years and still he kills
[repeating of parts]


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OLD FART AT PLAY

pappy with the khaki sweatband
bowed goat potbellied barnyard
that only he noticed
the old fart was smart
the old gold cloth madonna
dancing to the fiddle and saw
he ran down behind the knoll
and slipped on his wooden fishhead
the mouth worked and snapped all the bees

back to the bungalow
momma was flattening lard
with her red enamelled rolling pin
when the fishhead broke the window
rubber eye erect and precisely detailed
airholes from which breath should come
is now closely fit
with the chatter of the old fart inside

an assortment of observations took place:
momma licked her lips like a cat
pecked the ground like a rooster
pivoted like aduck
her stockings down caught dust and doughballs
she cracked her mouth glazed caught one eyelash
rubbed her hands on her gorgeous gingham
her hand grasped sticky metal intricate latchwork
open to the room a smell cold mixed with bologna
rubber bands crumpled wax paper bonnets
fat goose legs and special jellies
ignited by the warmth of the room
the old fart smelled this through his important breather holes
cleverly he dialled from within
from the outside we observed that the nose of the
wooden mask where the holes had just been a moment ago
was now smooth amazingly blended camouflaged in
with the very intricate rainbow trout replica

the old fart inside was now breathing freely
from his perfume bottle atomizer air bulb invention
his excited eyes from within the dark interior glazed
watered in appreciation of his thoughtful preparation

[spoken:]
oh man, that's so heavy.


version from book SKELETON BREATH, SCORPION BLUSH (1987)
 

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VETERAN'S DAY POPPY

i cry but i can't buy your veteran's day poppy
it don't get me high, it can only make me cry
it can never grow another son
like the one who warmed me my days
after rain and warmed my breath
my life's blood screaming empty she cries
it don't get me high, it can only make me cry
your veteran's day poppy


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TAKE A FEW DAYS OFF!


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