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Posted: 12/17/2010 5:24:59 PM EDT
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Quoted: I'm a little pimp with my hair gassed back... "HOT RATS", FTMFW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RIP, Don!!!!! |
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Who? 26 and I've never heard of him or anything he did Obviously you're not a golfer... |
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How did he live to be 70? he didn't. He died at 69 of MS. |
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Master master This is recorded thru uh flies ear 'n you have t' have uh flies eye t' see it It's the thing that's gonna 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 flo tin' down the gutter I'll give you uh bottle uh wine Put me on the white hook Back in the fat rack Shad rack ee shack The sumptin' hoop the sumptin' hoop The blimp the blimp The drazy hoops the drazy hoops They're camp they're camp Tits tits the blimp the blimp The mother ship the mother ship The brothers hid under their hood >From the blimp the blimp Children stop yer nu sin' unless yer renderin' fun The mother ship the mother ship The mother ship's the one The blimp the blimp The tapes uh trip it's uh trailin' tail It's traipse'n along behind the blimp the blimp The nose has uh crimp The nose is limp the blimp It blows the air the snoot isn't fair Look up in the sky there's uh dirigible there The drazy hoops whir You can see them just as they were All the people stir 'n the girls knees trembles 'n run 'n wave their hands 'n run their hands over the blimp the blimp Daughter don't yuh dare Oh momma who cares It's the blimp it's the blimp Been listening to him since high school. I will miss him. AB |
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Quoted: http://images.cheezburger.com/completestore/2010/11/17/b8f8df07-9e3f-4173-94c8-ffe718804059.jpg If you don't care, why click, dick? AB |
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http://images.cheezburger.com/completestore/2010/11/17/b8f8df07-9e3f-4173-94c8-ffe718804059.jpg http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b73/bigal044/babyfinger.jpg If you don't care, why click, dick? AB Don't blame me, it was those pesky snozzberries. |
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Damn, I think I still have the LP "Trout Mask Replica"
His vocals on Zappa's Hot Rats doing Willy the pimp were monumental. |
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Big eyed beans from Venus,
don't let anything come between us. If you have never heard the "Clear Spot" album, you have missed alot. |
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Good Lord, I haven't even thought about that guy for probably twenty years. RIP.
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Wow. Wiki says he was an ass to his fellow musicians in the Magic Band.
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The man with the woman head
Polynesian wallpaper made the face stand out, a mixture of Oriental and early vaudeville jazz poofter, forming a hard, beetle-like triangular chin much like a praying mantis. Smoky razor-cut, low on the ear neck profile. The face the color of a nicotine-stained hand. Dark circles collected under the wrinkled, folded eyes, map-like from too much turquoise eyepaint. He showed his old tongue through ill-fitting wooden teeth, stained from too much opium, chipped from the years. The feet, brown wrinkles above straw loafers. A piece of cocoanut in a pink seashell caught the tongue and knotted into thin white strings. Charcoal grey Eisenhower jacket zipped and tucked into a lotus green ascot. A coil of ashes collected on the white-on-yellow dacs. Four slender bones with rings and nails endured the weight of a hard fast black rubber cigarette holder. I could just make out Ace as he carried the tray and mouthed, "You cheap son of a bitch" as a straw fell out of a Coke, cartwheeled into the gutter. So this was a drive-in restaurant in Hollywood, So this was a drive-in restaurant in Hollywood, So this was a drive-in restaurant in Hollywood. |
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And...
He hung around till you found That he didn't know nuthin' Denny Wally on slide guitar... She's two-hundred years old... |
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Two trains
Two railroad tracks One goin' 'n the other one comin' back There goes my baby on that ole train I say come back come back baby come back Click clack click clack There's my baby wain' her handkerchief down My ears stand up when I hear that sound This time it sound like it's for keeps Click clack click clack I get down on the ground With the gravel around I pray t' the Lord That the train will stop Turn right around 'N never stop till it drop my baby off Now I had this girl Threatened 'n leave me all the time Maybe you had uh girl like that I-yuh all time cryin' Well I had this girl Threatened 'n leave me all the time Threatenin' t' go down t' N'Orleans-uh 'N get herself lost 'n found Maybe you had uh girl like this She's always threatenin' t' go down t' N'Orleans 'N get herself lost 'n found C'mon I'll play it for yuh Lemme tell yuh 'bout it Lemme tell yuh 'bout it There were two railroad tracks Click clack click clack One ah them leavin'-uh 'N the other one comin' back I was two years from yuh baby You were goin' way up the tracks The train was leavin'-uh I could see yuh wavin' your handkerchief Click-clack |
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How did he live to be 70? Chemical preservatives. I doubt it. Like Zappa, he was very anti-drug. He threw people out of his band for drug use. |
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Quoted: Two trains Two railroad tracks One goin' 'n the other one comin' back There goes my baby on that ole train I say come back come back baby come back Click clack click clack There's my baby wain' her handkerchief down My ears stand up when I hear that sound This time it sound like it's for keeps Click clack click clack I get down on the ground With the gravel around I pray t' the Lord That the train will stop Turn right around 'N never stop till it drop my baby off Now I had this girl Threatened 'n leave me all the time Maybe you had uh girl like that I-yuh all time cryin' Well I had this girl Threatened 'n leave me all the time Threatenin' t' go down t' N'Orleans-uh 'N get herself lost 'n found Maybe you had uh girl like this She's always threatenin' t' go down t' N'Orleans 'N get herself lost 'n found C'mon I'll play it for yuh Lemme tell yuh 'bout it Lemme tell yuh 'bout it There were two railroad tracks Click clack click clack One ah them leavin'-uh 'N the other one comin' back I was two years from yuh baby You were goin' way up the tracks The train was leavin'-uh I could see yuh wavin' your handkerchief Click-clack Two Trains Running is one of my favorite CB tunes, this is another: Now here ya come baby With yer tail draggin' the gravy Y' know yer P's 'n Q's What ya don't know baby Is you givin' me the blues Ya got juice on your chin Eggs on the drain-board Pie on the wall Dirt on the rug I come home late 'N I stumbled 'n swore Ya won't even give me a hug Ya had my things all laid out by the door I'm leavin' I'm gonna take up with ah mermaid 'N leave you land lubbin' women alone 'N leave you land-lubbin' women alone Ya said ya had it together once Now yer head's around the bend I'm tellin' ya woman Ya better get it bach together again I'm gonna grow fins 'N go back in the water again If ya don't leave me alone I'm gonna take up with ah mermaid 'N leave you land-lubbin' women alone 'N leave you land-lubbin' women alone Now here ya come baby With yer tail draggin' the gravy Ya know yer P's 'n Q's What ya don't know woman Is yer givin' me the blues AB |
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Mere Man (Son of Mirror Man)
Captain Beefheart was a true inovator. Amazing to listen to his music and realize when he recorded it. And DVV was a real crackpot - in a good way. |
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I don't think there was ever anybody like him in the rock world. He was a terrible businessman, but utterly uncompromising when it came to his music. He knew what he wanted, and let nothing or nobody get in his way. What especially struck me was that they recorded Trout Mask Replica in 4 1/2 hours. They were such a tight, well-rehearsed band, they pretty much recorded it all live in the studio. Nobody else does that then or now. Most musicians just aren't good enough or disciplined enough to do it.
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Bummer! I go way back with the Captain...
Making love to a vampire with a monkey on my knee The pond shined dry like a ladies compact Lilies leaped like flat green hearts with white hearts Squirting yellow pollen...cocks... Ferns ran like cool spades.. fossils. ..away from rocks Bees echoed dark carbon hums that dashed in nothing Gnats fucked my ears 'n nostrils Hit my brain like hones 'n numbed t' nothing Wings stuck on liquid bones Making love to a vampire with a monkey on my knee The moon poured hollow down my milky leg Splashed still ‘n moved The wind peed down the willows 'n pricked the needle vine The monkey moved a fur shadow... its soot tail curled in twos Its lips smiled needles.. its eyes rolled loose Her throat broke open... glistened in the dew Red berries dangled like a dream of rubies too Snot muscles ran down her ivory chin 'n tooth within A locket... a pin held fast to then, my love, my pocket deep within 'N senses dangled the chain that clasped me to her then The messenger spoke the wind that blows between our time I sensed you then 'n whispers spin 'n flow in silver dust Around the pointed pin Sent to nothing God, please fuck my mind for good Making love to a vampire with a monkey on my knee Oh fuck that thing.. .fuck that poem...eyes crawl out with maggots White cloth bones pile up light thrown blades Rags ‘n skull.. scoops soil cracks.. .drain screams.. please Take my hand 'n join me... too soon its clutches gleams Making love to a vampire with a monkey on my knee Death be damned... life http://www.beefheart.com/index.html Doc At The Radar Station is excellent. Bongo Fury is one of my favorites too. |
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How did he live to be 70? Chemical preservatives. I doubt it. Like Zappa, he was very anti-drug. He threw people out of his band for drug use. Really did you watch those clips of him on Letterman? the man was on something |
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Who? How old are you? Age is irrelevant. My son is 18, at Parris Island and loves Capt. Beefheart. He even played Trout Mask Replica for his recruiter.... |
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I passed up a chance to see Captain Beefheart way way way back in the day at the Golden Bear in Huntington Beach.
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Dachau Blues, Those poor Jews, One mad man, Six million lose
RIP MY trout mask wearing friend |
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How did he live to be 70? Chemical preservatives. I doubt it. Like Zappa, he was very anti-drug. He threw people out of his band for drug use. Alcohol counts. |
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How did he live to be 70? Chemical preservatives. I doubt it. Like Zappa, he was very anti-drug. He threw people out of his band for drug use. Alcohol counts. You could be right. He was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis by 1982. Perhaps he was in pain for some time before that and didn't understand why. |
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