ZAPPA
THE
OLD MASTERS
* BOX ONE *
DONALD ROLLER WILSON 1982/
6:43 P.M. WEDNESDAY FEBRUARY 17
American Artist: DONALD ROLLER WILSON
General Notes Regarding
THE OLD MASTERS
The original tapes for this album were obtained after a lengthy and expensive court battle involving two record companies, a former manager, and his brother, an attorney.
When the tapes were finally returned, the earliest masters were in wretched condition (due to improper storage at MGM's vault and 20 years of deterioration of the cheezoid quality tape stock originally used). Re-mixing was a necessity.
The "WE'RE ONLY IN IT FOR THE MONEY" album and "CRUISIN' WITH RUBEN & THE JETS" have new bass and drum tracks added (except for 'Stuff Up The Cracks'—the original 8 track master couldn't be found, so the version included here is a re-EQ'd copy of the original 2 track mix). All other cuts feature the original players.
Every effort has been made to improve the audio quality of these old tapes. In some cases (especially on the "MYSTERY DISC"), distortion on the original tape could not be removed. Audio Science has come a long way in the past 20 years, but not to the point where it is possible to fix that kind of problem.
Lyrics to all the songs are included, except for the dialog on "LUMPY GRAVY". Please note that the tunes from the "FREAK OUT" album which were re-recorded on "CRUISIN' WITH RUBEN & THE JETS" appear only in the "FREAK OUT" lyric file.
You must be a maniac if you bought this box . . . but, it's people like you that make projects like this possible. Everybody at BARKING PUMPKIN thanks you for being as deranged as you are. We hope you get a nostalgic hernia over box number one. We will be releasing one per year, for the next four years, making up the complete "OLD MASTERS" collection. Thanks again.
Side One
HUNGRY FREAKS (3:27)
NO HEART (2:33)
WHO ARE THE BRAIN POLICE? (3:23)
GO CRY ON SOMEBODY ELSE'S SHOULDER (3:39)
MOTHERLY LOVE (2:47)
HOW COULD I BE SUCH A FOOL (2:13)
Total Time 18:17
Side Two
WOWIE ZOWIE (2:51)
YOU DIDN'T TRY TO CALL ME (3:19)
ANY WAY THE WIND BLOWS (2:14)
I'M NOT SATISFIED (2:38)
YOU'RE PROBABLY WONDERING WHY I'M HERE (3:40)
Total Time 15:33
Side Three
TROUBLE COMING EVERY DAY (5:50)
HELP I'M A ROCK (4:42)
IT CAN'T HAPPEN HERE (3:56)
Total Time 14:31
Side Four
CREAM CHEESE (12:20)
THE MUSICIANS
FRANK ZAPPA—guitar & vocals
RAY COLLINS—tambourine & vocals
ELLIOT INGBER—rhythm guitar
ROY ESTRADA—bass & vocals
JIMMY CARL BLACK—drums
Mister America
Walk on by
Your schools that do not teach
Mister America
Walk on by
The minds that won't be reached
Mister America
Try to hide
The emptiness that's you inside
When once you find the way you lied
And all those corny tricks you tried
Will not forestall the rising tide of
Hungry freaks, Daddy . . .
They won't go
For no more
Great mid-western hardware store
Philosophy that turns away
From those who aren't afraid to say
What's on their minds
(The left-behinds of the Great Society)
Mister America
Walk on by
Your supermarket dream
Mister America
Walk on by
The liquor store supreme
Mister America
Try to hide
The product of your foolish pride
The day you shrugged and stepped aside
You saw their clothes and then you cried:
THOSE HUNGRY FREAKS, DADDY!
They won't go
For no more
Great mid-western hardware store
Philosophy that turns away
From those who aren't afraid to say
What's on their minds
(The left-behinds of the Great Society)
Ain't got no heart
I ain't got no heart
To give away
I sit and laugh a
At fools in love
There ain't no such thing
As love
No angels singing
Up above today
Girl I don't believe
Girl I don't believe
In what you say
You say your heart is only mine
I say to you:
"You must be blind!"
What makes you think that you're
SO FINE?
That I would throw away
The 'groovy' life I lead?
'Cause, baby, what you got, yeah,
It sure ain't what I need
Girl you'd better go
Girl you'd better go away
I think that life with you would be
Just not quite the thing for me
Why is it so hard to see my way?
Why should I be stuck with you
It's just not what I want to do
Why should an embrace or two
Make me such a part of you?
I ain't got no heart to give away
What will you do if we let you go home,
And the plastic's all melted,
And so is the chrome?
WHO ARE THE BRAIN POLICE?
What will you do when the label comes off,
And the plastic's all melted,
And the chrome is too soft?
WHO ARE THE BRAIN POLICE?
What will you do if the people you knew
Were the plastic that melted,
And the chromium too?
WHO ARE THE BRAIN POLICE?
A year ago today
Was when you went away
Now you come back knockin' on my door
And you say you're back to stay,
But I say . . .
Go cry
On somebody else's shoulder
I'm somewhat wiser now
And one whole year older
I sure don't need you now
And I don't love you
Anymore
You cheated me baby,
And told some dirty lies about me
Fooled around with all those other guys
That's why I had to set you free
I sure don't need you now
And I don't love you
Anymore
A year ago today
You went away
Now you come back knockin', cryin'
Please, let me in
But I don't need you
I don't want you anymore
So go lean on . . . go cry on
Somebody else's door
Go cry
On somebody else's shoulder
I'm somewhat wiser now
And one whole year older
I sure don't need you now
And I don't love you
Anymore (Oh, my darling!)
(Spoken)
Go ahead and cry
Go ahead and let the tears fall outa your eye
Let 'em fall on your dress
Who cares if it makes a mess?
I gave you my high school ring
At the root beer stand
We had a teen-age love
I thought it was sharp
It was really so grand . . . but
You cheated me baby
And told some dirty lies about me
Fooled around with all those other guys
That's why I had to get my khakis pressed
I sure don't need you now
And I don't love you
Anymore
(Spoken)
Baby, I love you so much, darling
Why don't you dig me?
I dig you
But you don't dig me
I don't understand what it is
I had my car re-upholstered
I got my hair processed
I got a nice pompadour job on it
I bought a new pair of shoes
I got some new khakis and I met you
And we went out to get a Coca-Cola . . .
Motherly love
Motherly love
Forget about
The brotherly and other—ly love
Motherly love
Is just the thing for you
You know The Mothers' gonna love ya
Till ya don't know what to do
The Mothers got love
That'll drive ya mad
They're ravin"bout the way we do
No need to feel lonely . . .
No need to feel sad,
If we ever get a hold on you
What you need is . . .
Motherly love
Motherly love
Forget about
The brotherly and other—ly love
Motherly love
Is just the thing for you
You know The Mothers' gonna love ya
Till ya don't know what to do
Nature's been good
To this here band
Don't ever think we're shy
Send us up some little groupies
And we'll take their hands
And rock 'em till they sweat and cry
What you need is . . .
Motherly love
Motherly love
Forget about
The brotherly and other—ly love
Motherly love
Is just the thing for you
You know The Mothers' gonna love ya
Till ya don't know what to do
We can love ya
Till ya have a heart attack
You'd best believe that's true
We'll bite your neck
And scratch your back
Till you don't know what to do
What you need is . . .
Motherly love
Motherly love
Forget about
The brotherly and other—ly love
Motherly love
Is just the thing for you
You know The Mothers' gonna love ya
Till ya don't know what to do
When I won your love
I was very glad
Every happiness in the world
Belonged to me
Then our love was lost
And you went away
Now I shed my tears
In lonely misery
I know now that you never ever
Really loved me
It hurts me now to think you never ever
Really cared
I sit and ask myself a thousand times
To try and find
What really happened
To the love
That we shared
How could I be such a fool
How could I believe
all those lies you told me
How could I be taken in
By your sweet face
You spoiled our love
You ruined my life
I'm so tore down
I'm a terrible disgrace
But there will come a time
When you'll regret the way
You treated me
As if I was a fool
And didn't know
The many times you lied
About your love for me
Someone else is gonna know
That your love is just a show
How could I be such a fool?
Wowie Zowie, babe
Your love's a treat
Wowie Zowie, babe
You can't be beat
Wowie Zowie, baby
You're so neat
I don't even care
If you shave your legs
I dream of you each mornin'
I dream of you each night
Just the other day I got so shook up
I dreamed of you in the afternoon
Wowie Zowie, baby
You're so fine
Wowie Zowie, baby
Please be mine
Wowie Zowie
Up and down my spine
I don't even care
If you brush your teeth
I dream of you each mornin'
I dream of you each night
Just the other day I got so shook up
I dreamed of you in the afternoon
Wowie Zowie, baby
Love me do
Wowie Zowie
and I'll love you too
Wowie Zowie, baby
I'll be true
I don't even care
If your dad's the heat
I dream of you each mornin'
I dream of you each night
Just the other day I got so shook up
I had a flash in the afternoon
Wowie
Wowie Zowie
Wowie
Wowie Zowie
Wowie
Wowie Zowie
etc.
You didn't try to call me
Why didn't ya try, didn't ya try
Didn't ya know I was lonely?
No matter who I take home
I keep on callin' your name
And you . . .
I need you so bad
You're The One, babe
Tell me, tell me w
Who's lovin' ya now
'Cause it worries my mind,
And I can't sleep at all
I stayed home on Friday
Just to wait for your call
And you didn't try to call me
Why didn't ya try, didn't ya try
Didn't ya know I was lonely?
No matter who I take home
I keep on callin' your name
And you . . .
I need you so bad
You're The One, babe
Tell me, tell me
Who's lovin' ya now
'Cause it worries my mind,
And I can't sleep at all
I stayed home on Friday
Just to wait for your call
I can't say what's right or what's wrong
But I love you
All ya gotta do is call me, babe
'Cause I want you
You make me feel
So excited, girl
I got so hung up on you
From the moment that we met,
That no matter how I try,
I can't keep the tears
From running down my face,
I'm all alone at my place
You didn't try to call me
You didn't try to call me
You didn't try to call me
You didn't try to call me
Any way the wind blows
Is—a fine with me
Any way the wind blows
It don't matter to me
'Cause I'm thru with—a fussin'
And—a fightin' with—a you
I went out and found a woman
Who is gonna be true
She makes me oh so happy now
I'm never ever blue
Any way the wind blows
Any way the wind blows
Any way the wind blows
She's my heart and soul
And she loves me tenderly
Now my story can be told
Just how good she is to me
'Cause she treats me like she loves me
And she never makes me cry
I'm gonna stick with her
Till the day I die
She's not like you, baby
She would never ever lie
Any way the wind blows
Any way the wind blows
Any way the wind blows
Not that I am free
From the troubles of the past
Took me much too long to see
That our romance couldn't last
Now I'm gonna go away
And leave you standing at the door
I'll tell you this, baby,
I won't be back no more
'Cause you don't even know
What love is for
Any way the wind blows
Any way the wind blows
Any way the wind blows
Got no place to go
No love left for me to give
Why should I pretend I like
To roam from door to door
Maybe I'll just kill myself
I just don't care no more
Because
I'm not satisfied
Everything I tried
I don't like the way
Life has been abusing me
Who would care
If I was gone
Who needs me
To care for them
Why should I just sit and watch
While the others smile
I just wish that someone cared
If I was happy for a while
Because
I'm not satisfied
Everything I tried
I don't like the way
Life has been abusing me
You're probably wondering
Why I'm here
And so am I
So am I
Just as much as you wonder
'Bout me bein' in this place
That's just how much I marvel
At the lameness on your face
You rise each day the same old way
And join your friends out on the street
Spray your hair
And think you're neat
I think your life is incomplete
But maybe that's not for me to say
They only pay me here to play
You're probably wondering
Why I'm here
And so am I
So am I
Just as much as you wonder
'Bout me starin' back at you
That's just how much I question
The corny things you do
You paint your face and then you chase
To meet the gang where the action is
Stomp all night
And drink your fizz
Roll your car and say "Gee whiz!"
You tore a big hole in your convertible top
What will you tell your Mom and Pop?
You're probably wondering
Why I'm here
And so am I
So am I
Just as much as you wonder
If I mean just what I say
That's just how much I question
The social games you play
You told your Mom you're stoked on Tom
And went for a cruise in Freddie's car
Tommy's asking
Where you are
You boogied all night in a cheesy bar
Plastic boots and plastic hat
And you think you know where it's at?
You're probably wondering
Why I'm here
(Not that it makes a heck of a lot of a difference to ya)
Well I'm about to get sick
From watchin' my TV
Been checkin' out the news
Until my eyeballs fail to see
I mean to say that every day
Is just another rotten mess
And when it's gonna change, my friends
Is anybody's guess
So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think I'll go to prayin'
Every time I hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
Wednesday I watched the riot . . .
Seen the cops out on the street
Watched 'em throwin' rocks and stuff
And chokin' in the heat
Listened to reports
About the whisky passin"round
I seen the smoke and fire
And the market burnin' down
Watched while everybody
On the street would take a turn
To stomp and smash and bash and crash
And slash and bust and burn
So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think I'll go to prayin'
Every time I hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
Well, you can cool it,
You can heat it . . .
'Cause, baby, I don't need it . . .
Take your TV tube and eat it
'N all that phony stuff on sports
'N all those unconfirmed reports
You know I watched that rotten box
Until my head begin to hurt
From checkin' out the way
The newsman say they get the dirt
Before the guys on channel so-and-so
And further they assert
That any show they'll interrupt
To bring you news if it comes up
They say that if the place blows up
That they will be the first to tell,
Because the boys they got downtown
Are workin' hard and doin' swell,
And if anybody gets the news
Before it hits the street,
They say that no one blabs it faster
And their coverage can't be beat
And if another woman driver
Gets machine-gunned from her seat
They'll send some joker with a brownie
And you'll see it all complete
So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think I'll go to prayin'
Every time I hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
Well, I seen the fires burnin'
And the local people turnin'
On the merchants and the shops
Who used to sell their brooms and mops
And every household item
Watched the mob just turn and bite 'em
And they say it served 'em right
Because a few of them are white,
And it's the same across the nation
Black and white discrimination
Yellin' "You can't understand me!"
'N all that other crap they hand me
In the papers and TV and
All that mass stupidity
That seems to grow more every day
Each time you hear some asshole say
He wants to go and do you in
Because the color of your skin
Just don't appeal to him
(No matter if it's black or white)
Because he's out for blood tonight
So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin'
Hopin' for the best
Even think I'll go to prayin'
Every time I hear 'em sayin'
That there's no way to delay
That trouble comin' every day
It can't happen here
It can't happen here
I'm telling you, my dear
That it can't happen here
Because I been checkin' it out, baby
I checked it out a couple of times
And I'm telling you
It can't happen here
Oh darling, it's important that you believe me
(Bop bop bop bop)
That it can't happen here
Who could imagine that they would freak out somewhere
in Kansas . . .
Kansas . . .
Who could imagine that they would freak out in Minnesota . . .
Who could imagine . . .
Who could imagine
That they would freak out in Washington, D.C.
It can't happen here
Oh baby, it can't happen here
It can't happen here
Everybody's safe and it can't happen here
No freaks for us
It can't happen here
Everybody's clean and it can't happen here
No, no, it won't happen here
I'm telling you it can't
It won't happen here
Plastic folks, you know
It can't happen here
You're safe, mama
You're safe, baby
You just cook a tv dinner
And you make it
No no no
Get a tv dinner and cook it up
Cook it up
Oh, and it won't happen here
(They wouldn't freak out in the suburbs!
Everything's cool)
I remember (tu-tu)
I remember (tu-tu)
They had a swimming pool
I remember (tu-tu)
I remember (tu-tu)
(etc.)
And they thought it couldn't happen here
(duh duh duh)
They knew it couldn't happen here
They were so sure it couldn't happen here
But . . .
Suzie . . .
Yes yes—I've always felt that
I agree man, it really makes it . . . yeah . . .
It's a real THING, man
Suzie . . .
I always felt that
Yeah, I agree
Suzie, you just got to town,
And we have been very interested in your development
Forget it!
Hmmmmmmmmm
(It can't happen here)
ABSOLUTELY FREE
Side Five
PLASTIC PEOPLE (3:40)
THE DUKE OF PRUNES (2:12)
AMNESIA VIVACE (1:01)
THE DUKE REGAINS HIS CHOPS (1:05)
CALL ANY VEGETABLE (2:19)
INVOCATION AND RITUAL DANCE OF THE YOUNG PUMPKIN (7:00)
SOFT SELL CONCLUSION (1:40)
Total Time 19:47
Side Six
AMERICA DRINKS (1:52)
STATUS BACK BABY (2:52)
UNCLE BERNIE'S FARM (2:09)
SON OF SUZY CREAMCHEESE (1:33)
BROWN SHOES DON'T MAKE IT (7:26)
AMERICA DRINKS & GOES HOME (2:43)
Total Time 18:48
THE MUSICIANS
FRANK ZAPPA—guitar & vocals
RAY COLLINS—tambourine & vocals
DON PRESTON—keyboards
BUNK GARDNER—woodwinds
ROY ESTRADA—bass & vocals
JIMMY CARL BLACK—drums
BILLY MUNDI—drums
Ladies and Gentlemen . . .
The President of the United States!
"Fella Americans . . . Doot, Doot, Doot . . . "
He's been sick!—Doot! Doot!
And I think his wife is gonna bring him
Some chicken soup
Plastic people!
Oh, baby, now You're such a drag
I know it's hard to defend an unpopular policy
every once in a while—
And there's this guy from the CIA he's creepin'
Around Laurel Canyon—
A fine little girl She waits for me
She's as plastic as she can be
She paints her face With plastic goo
And wrecks her hair With some shampoo
Plastic people
Oh, baby, now You're such a drag
"I dunno . . . sometimes I just get tired
Of ya honey—it's . . . ah..your
hair spray . . . or something . . . "
Plastic people
Oh, baby, now You're such a drag
"I hear the sound of marching feet . . .
down Sunset Boulevard to Crescent Heights
. . . and there . . . at Pandora's Box . . .
we are confronted . . . a vast
quantity of . . . Plastic people . . . "
Take a day And walk around
Watch the Nazis Run your town
Then go home And check yourself
You think we're singing
'Bout someone else
But you're plastic people
Oh, Baby, now
You're such a drag
Me see a neon Moon above
I searched for years I found no love
I'm sure that love Will never be
A product of Plasticity
A product of Plasticity
PLASTIC, PLASTIC PEOPLE—PLA-HA-HA-HA
HA-PLASTIC—You are—your foot—your hair
—your nose—your arms—you suck—you love
—you are—your being is—you're plastic—blah
—blah—blah—plastic Peoples
—A prune is not a vegetable
—cabbage is a vegetable; makes it O.K.
—plastic people—plastic People
—you dream of . . . you think only of . . . you eat
. . . you are . . . Ooo-hoo-hoo . . .
purple prancing—plastic People-
Pee-Pee-Pee-Pee-Pee-Peep!
A moon beam through the prune In June
Reveals your chest I see your lovely beans
And in that magic go-kart I bite your neck
The cheese I have for you, my dear
Is real and very new
Prune! (pa-da-dah!)
If it is a real prune Knows no cheese
(cheeky chanky, cheeky chanky)
And stands (Oh no!)
Taller, stronger than any tree (or bush)
And I know The love I have for you
Will grow and grow And grow, I think
And so my love I offer you
A love that is strong A prune that is true
Call any vegetable Call it by name
Call one today When you get off the train
Call any vegetable And the chances are good
That the vegetable will respond to you
(Some people don't go for prunes . . . I
don't know, I've always found that if they . . . )
Call any vegetable Pick up your phone
Think of a vegetable Lonely at home
Call any vegetable And chances are good
That the vegetable will respond to you
Rutabaga, Rutabaga,
Rutabaga, Rutabaga,
Rutabay-y-y-y . . .
(A prune isn't really a vegetable . . .
CABBAGE is a vegetable . . . )
No one will know
If you don't want to let them know
No one will know
'Less it's you that might tell them so
Call and they'll come to you
Smiling and covered with dew
Vegetables dream, Vegetables dream,
Vegetables dream, Of responding to you
Standing there shiny and proud by your side
Holding your joint while the neighbors decide
Why is a vegetable something to hide?
A lot of people don't bother about their
friends in the vegetable kingdom. They
think: Oh, ah, what can I say? What can
a person like myself say to a vegetable?
But the answer is simple, my friends:
Just call, and tell them how you feel
about muffins . . . pumpkins . . . wax
paper . . . Caledonia, Mahoganies, elbows
. . . green things in general . . . and
soon, a new rapport . . . you and your
new little green and yellow buddies,
grooving together . . . Oh no! Maintaining
your coolness together! Worshipping
together in the church of your
choice . . . (only in America . . . )
Call any vegetable Call it by name
You gotta call one today
When you get off the train
Call any vegetable
And the chances are good
WOW! That the vegetable will RESPOND to you
Oh no! can you see them responding? The
pumpkin is breathing hard . . . h-h-h-h
h-h-h-H-H-H-H-H-H-H - H - HHHHHHHHHHHH!
(what a pumpkin!)
I tried to find How my heart could be so blind, dear
How could I be fooled just like the rest
You came on strong with your
Fast car and your class ring
Soft voice, and your sad eyes
I fell for the whole thing
I don't regret having met
Up with a girl who Breaks hearts
Like they were nothing at all I've done it too
Now I know just what it feels like
And just like I said There's no regrets
I'm losing status at the high school
I used to think that it was my school
WAH WAH WAH WAH
I was the king of every school activity
But that's no more . . .
Oh mama, what will come of me?
The other night we painted posters
We played some records by the Coasters
WAH WAH WAH WAH
A bunch of pom-pom girls
Looked down their nose at me
They had painted tons of posters, I had painted three
I hear the secret whispers Everywhere I go
My school spirit is at an All time low
I'm losing status at the high school
I used to think that it was my school
WAH WAH WAH WAH
Everyone in town knows I'm a Handsome football star
I sing and dance and spray my hair And drive a Shiney car
I'm friendly and I'm charming I belong to De Molay
I'm gonna try like mad to Get my status back today
Status back, Baby Status back, Baby
Status back, Baby Status back, Baby
There's a bomb to blow yo mommy up,
A bomb for yo daddy too!
A baby doll that burps 'n pees;
A case of airplane glue!
There's a hungry plastic troll,
To scarf yo buddy's arm!
There's a box of ugly plastic things marked:
"UNCLE BERNIE'S FARM"
There's a little plastic 'CONGRESS'
There's a 'NATION' you can buy!
There's a doll that looks like mommy
(She'll do anything but cry)
There's a doll that looks like daddy
(He's a funny little man . . .
Push a button 'n ask fo money:
There's a dollar in his hand!)
We gotta send Sanny claus back to de Rescue Mission!
Christmas don't make it no more!
Don'tcha know that murder an' destruction
Scream de toys in every store!
There's a man who runs the country
There's a man who tried to think
And they're all made out of plastic
(When they melt, they start to stink)
There's a book with smiling children,
Nearly dead with Christmas Joys
And smiling in his office
Is the creep who makes 'the toys'
Suzy Creamcheese, Oh, baby, now
What's got into you?
Suzy Creamcheese, Oh, baby, now
What's got into you?
Suzy you were such a sweetie
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Once you were my one and only
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Blew your mind on too much Kool-Aid
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Took my stash and left me lonely
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Suzy Creamcheese, Oh, baby, now
What's got into you?
Suzy Creamcheese, Oh, mama, now
What's got into you?
Got to find my Suzy Creamcheese
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Think I'll go and start my car
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Really dig her, she's so freaky
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Heard The Heat knows where you are
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Suzy Creamcheese, Oh, baby, now
What's got into you?
Suzy Creamcheese, Oh, baby, now
What's got into you?
Cruised the Strip and went to Canter's
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Suzy Creamcheese, please come home
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Vito said she split for Berkeley
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Protest-marching Styrofoam
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Suzy Creamcheese, Oh, baby, now
What's got into you?
Suzy Creamcheese, Oh, baby, now
What's got into you?
Brown shoes don't make it
Brown shoes don't make it
Quit school, why fake it?
Brown shoes don't make it?
TV dinner by the pool
Watch your brother grow a beard
Got another year of school
You're OK, he's too weird
Be a plumber He's a bummer
He's a bummer every summer
Be a loyal plastic robot
For a world that doesn't care
Smile at every ugly
Shine on your shoes and cut your hair
Be a jerk and go to work Be a jerk and go to work
Be a jerk and go to work Be a jerk and go to work
Do your job, and do it right
Life's a ball! (TV tonight!)
Do you love it, do you hate it?
There it is, the way you made it
A world of secret hungers,
Preverting the men who make your laws
Every desire is hidden away,
In a drawer, in a desk,
By a Naugahyde chair
On a rug where they walk and drool
Past the girls in the office
His wife's attending an orchid show
She squealed for a week to get him to go
But back in the bed his Teenage Queen
Is rocking and rolling and acting obscene
Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby!
And he loves it! He loves it! It curls up his toes!
She bites his fat neck, And it lights up his nose,
But he cannot be fooled, Old City Hall Fred,
She's nasty, she's nasty, She digs it in bed!
Do it again, and do it some more!
That does it, by golly, It's nasty for sure!
Nasty-nasty-nasty! Nasty-nasty-nasty!
(Only thirteen, and she knows how to NASTY)
She's a dirty young mind, Corrupted, corroded . . .
Well she's thirteen today, And I hear she gets loaded
If she were my daughter, I'd . . .
What would you do, Daddy?
If she were my daughter, I'd . . .
What would you do, Daddy?
If she were my daughter, I'd . . .
What would you do, Daddy?
Smother my daughter in chocolate syrup,
And strap her on again, oh baby!
Smother that girl in chocolate syrup,
And strap her on again!
She's my Teenage Baby, and she turns me on,
I'd like to make Her do a nasty
On the White House Lawn!
Smother my daughter in chocolate syrup,
And boogie till the cows come home!
Time to go home, Madge is on the phone
Gotta meet the Guerneys And a dozen gray attorneys
TV dinner by the pool I'm so glad I finished school
Life is such a ball I run the world From City Hall
WE'RE ONLY IN IT FOR THE MONEY
Side Seven
ARE YOU HUNG UP? (1:23)
WHO NEEDS THE PEACE CORPS? (2:34)
CONCENTRATION MOON (2:17)
MOM & DAD (2:16)
telephone conversation (:48)
BOW TIE DADDY (:34)
HARRY YOU'RE A BEAST (1:22)
WHAT'S THE UGLIEST PART OF YOUR BODY? (1:03)
ABSOLUTELY FREE (3:27)
FLOWER PUNK (3:05)
HOT POOP (:30)
Total Time 19:27
Side Eight
NASAL RETENTIVE CALIOPE MUSIC (2:00)
LET'S MAKE THE WATER TURN BLACK (1:41)
THE IDIOT BASTARD SON (2:40)
(Gary Kellgren's opinion) (:33)
LONELY LITTLE GIRL (1:12)
TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF WHEN YOU DANCE (1:33)
WHAT'S THE UGLIEST PART OF YOUR BODY? (reprise) (:58)
MOTHER PEOPLE (1:45)
THE CHROME PLATED MEGAPHONE OF DESTINY (7:09)
Total Time 19:42
THE MUSICIANS
FRANK ZAPPA—guitar & vocals
IAN UNDERWOOD—keyboards & sax
DON PRESTON—keyboards
BUNK GARDNER—woodwinds
ROY ESTRADA—vocals
MOTORHEAD SHERWOOD—vocals
JIMMY CARL BLACK—vocals
BILLY MUNDI—vocals
ARTHUR BARROW—new bass tracks
CHAD WACKERMAN—new drum tracks
What's there to live for?
Who needs the Peace Corps?
Think I'll just drop out
I'll go to Frisco
Buy a wig
And sleep on Owsley's floor
Walked past the wig store
Danced at the Fillmore
I'm completely stoned
I'm hippy and I'm trippy
I'm a gypsy on my own
I'll stay a week
And get the crabs
And take a bus back home
I'm really just a phony,
But forgive me, 'cause I'm stoned
Every town must have a place
Where phony hippies meet
Psychedelic dungeons
Popping up on every street
Go to San Francisco!
Concentration Moon
Over the camp in the valley
Concentration Moon
Wish I was back in the alley
With all of my friends still running free
Hair growing out every hole in me
American Way, How did it start?
Thousands of creeps, Killed in the park
American Way, Try to explain
Scab of a nation, Driven insane
Don't cry, Gotta go, Bye-bye
Suddenly die, die
(Cop kill a creep: Pow Pow Pow)
Concentration Moon
Over the camp in the valley
Concentration Moon
Wish I was back in the alley
With all of my friends still running free
Hair growing out every hole in me
American Way, Threatened by us
Drag a few creeps, Away in a bus
American Way, Prisoner—lock
Smash every creep, In the face with a rock
Don't cry, Gotta go, Bye-bye
Suddenly die, die
(Cop kill a creep: Pow Pow Pow)
Mama, Mama!
Someone said they made some noise
The cops have shot some girls and boys
You'll sit home and drink all night
They looked too weird
It served them right
Ever take a minute
Just to show a real emotion
In between the moisture cream
And velvet facial lotion
Ever tell your kids
You're glad that they can think
Ever say you loved 'em
Ever let 'em watch you drink
Ever wonder why
Your daughter looked so sad
It's such a drag to have to love
A plastic Mom and Dad
Mama! Mama!
Your child was killed in the park today
Shot by the cops as she quietly lay
By the side of the creeps she knew . . .
They killed her too
Bow Tie Daddy,
Don'tcha blow your top,
Everything's under control!
Bow Tie Daddy,
Don'tcha blow your top,
'Cause you think you're
Gettin' too old!
Don't try to do no thinkin'
Just go on with your drinkin'
Just have your fun,
You old son of a gun
Then drive home in your Lincoln
I'm gonna tell you the way it is,
And I'm not gonna be kind or easy
Your whole attitude stinks, I say
And the life you lead is completely empty
You paint your head, Your mind is dead
You don't even know, What I just said
THAT'S YOU: AMERICAN WOMANHOOD!
You're phony on top, Phony underneath
You lay in bed, And grit your teeth
MADGE, I WANT YOUR BODY!
HARRY, GET BACK!
MADGE, IT'S NOT MERELY PHYSICAL!
HARRY, YOU'RE A BEAST!
Don't come in me, in me
Don't come in me, in me
Don't come in me, in me
MADGE . . . I COULDN'T HELP IT . . . I . . . DOGGONE IT!
What's the ugliest Part of your body?
What's the ugliest Part of your body?
Some say your nose, Some your toes
But I think it's your mind, I think it's your mind
ALL YOUR CHILDREN
ARE POOR UNFORTUNATE VICTIMS
OF SYSTEMS BEYOND THEIR CONTROL
A PLAGUE UPON YOUR IGNORANCE
AND THE GRAY DESPAIR OF YOUR UGLY LIFE
Where did Annie go When she went to town?
Who are all those creeps That she brings around?
ALL YOUR CHILDREN
ARE POOR UNFORTUNATE VICTIMS
OF LIES YOU BELIEVE
A PLAGUE UPON YOUR IGNORANCE
THAT KEEPS THE YOUNG FROM THE TRUTH
THEY DESERVE
Discorporate and come with me
Shifting; drifting, Cloudless, starless
VELVET VALLEYS and a SAPPHIRE SEA (Wah-Wah)
Unbind your mind, There is no time
To lick your stamps, And paste them in
DISCORPORATE, And we will begin!
(Flower Power Sucks)
Diamonds on velvets on goldens on vixen
On comet & cupid, on Donner & Blitzen
On up and away and afar and a-go-go
Escape from the weight of your Corporate Logo!
UNBIND YOUR MIND THERE IS NO TIME
Boin-n-n-n-g
TO LICK YOUR STAMPS AND PASTE THEM IN
DISCORPORATE AND WE'LL BEGIN!
FREEDOM! FREEDOM! KINDLY LOVING!
YOU'LL BE ABSOLUTELY FREE
ONLY IF YOU WANT TO BE
Dreaming on cushions of velvet and satin
To music by magic by people that happen
To enter the world of a strange purple Jello
(The dreams as they live them are all "Mellow Yellow")
UNBIND YOUR MIND, THERE IS NO TIME
Boin-n-n-n-g
TO LICK YOUR STAMPS AND PASTE THEM IN
DISCORPORATE AND WE'LL BEGIN!
FREEDOM! FREEDOM! KINDLY LOVING!
YOU'LL BE ABSOLUTELY FREE
ONLY IF YOU WANT TO BE
Hey Punk!
Where you goin' with that flower in your hand?
Hey Punk!
Where you goin' with that flower in your hand?
Well, I'm goin' up to Frisco
To join a psychedelic band
Well, I'm goin' up to Frisco
To join a psychedelic band
Hey Punk!
Where you goin' with that Button on your shirt?
Hey Punk!
Where you goin' with that Button on your shirt?
Well, I'm goin' to a love-in
To sit & play my bongos in the dirt
Well, I'm goin' to a love-in
To sit & play my bongos in the dirt
Hey Punk!
Where you goin' with that Hair on your head?
Hey Punk!
Where you goin' with that Hair on your head?
I'm goin' to the dance to get some action,
Then I'm goin' home to bed
I'm goin' to the dance to get some action,
Then I'm goin' home to bed
Hey Punk!
Where you goin' with those Beads around your neck?
Hey Punk!
Where you goin' with those Beads around your neck?
I'm goin' to the shrink
So he can help me be a nervous wreck
I'm goin' to the shrink
So he can help me be a nervous wreck
Now believe me when I tell you
That my song is really true
I want everyone to listen and believe
It's about some little people
From a long time ago
And all the things the neighbors
Didn't know
Early in the morning
Daddy Dinky went to work,
Selling lamps & chairs
To San Ber'dino squares,
And I still remember Mama
With her apron & her pad
Feeding all the boys at Ed's Cafe!
Whizzing & pasting & pooting through the day
(Ronnie helping Kenny helping burn his poots away!)
And all the while on a shelf in the shed,
KENNY'S LITTLE CREATURES ON DISPLAY!
Ronnie saves his numies
On a window in his room
(A marvel to be seen! Dysentery green!)
While Kenny & his buddies had a game out in the back:
LET'S MAKE THE WATER TURN BLACK!
We see them after school in a world of their own
(To some it might seem creepy what they do . . . )
The neighbors on the right
Sat & watched them every night
(I bet you'd do the same if they was you)
Whizzing & pasting & pooting through the day
(Ronnie helping Kenny helping burn his poots away!)
And all the while on a shelf in the shed,
KENNY'S LITTLE CREATURES ON DISPLAY!
Ronnie's in the Army now,
And Kenny's taking pills
(Oh, how they yearn to see a bomber burn!)
Color flashing, thunder crashing, dynamite machine!
Wait till the fire turns green!
Wait till the fire turns green!
WAIT TILL THE FIRE TURNS GREEN!
The idiot bastard son
(The father's a Nazi in Congress today)
The mother's a hooker somwhere in L.A.
The idiot bastard son
(Abandoned to perish in back of a car)
Kenny will stash him away in a jar
THE IDIOT BOY!
all the time he would spend
At the church he'd attend,
Warming his pew
Kenny will feed him and Ronnie will watch!
The child will thrive and grow,
And enter the world
Of liars and cheaters and people like you
Who smile and think you know
What this is about
(You think you everything—Maybe so
The song we sing: Do you know?
We're listening . . . )
THE IDIOT BOY!
all the time he would spend
All the colors he'd blend
Where are they now?
You're a lonely little girl
But your Mommy & your Daddy don't care
You're a lonely little girl
The things they say Just hurt your heart
It's too late now For them to start
To understand The way you feel
The world for them Is too unreal
So you're lonely, lonely, lonely,
Lonely little girl
We are the other people
We are the other people
You're the other people too
Found a way to get to you . . .
Do you think that I'm crazy?
Out of my mind?
Do you think that I creep in the night
And sleep in a phone booth?
Lemme take a minute 'n tell you my plan
Lemme take a minute 'n tell you who I am
If it doesn't show,
Think you better know,
I'm another person
Do you think that my pants are too tight?
Do you think that I'm creepy?
Better look around before you say you don't care
Shut your fuckin' mouth about the length of my hair
How would you survive
If you were alive
Shitty little person?
We are the other people
We are the other people
You're the other people too
Found a way to get to you . . .
Do you think that I love you?
Stupid & blind?
Do you think that I dream
Through the night
Of holding you near me?
Side Nine
Part One (15:45)
Side Ten
Part Two (15:47)
THE MUSICIANS
THE ABNUCEALS EMUUKHA ELECTRIC SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA
with the voices of
SPIDER BARBOUR
LOUIS (the turkey) CUNEO
ROY ESTRADA
MOTORHEAD SHERWOOD
[and many others too numerous to clebrate]
Side eleven
CHEAP THRILLS (2:37)
LOVE OF MY LIFE (3:06)
HOW COULD I BE SUCH A FOOL (3:33)
DESERI (2:07)
I'M NOT SATISFIED (4:07)
JELLY ROLL GUM DROP (2:23)
ANYTHING (3:06)
Total Time 21:08
Side Twelve
LATER THAT NIGHT (2:59)
YOU DIDN'T TRY TO CALL ME (3:56)
FOUNTAIN OF LOVE (3:22)
NO NO NO (2:15)
ANY WAY THE WIND BLOWS (3:00)
STUFF UP THE CRACKS (4:29)
Total Time 20:30
THE MUSICIANS
FRANK ZAPPA—guitar & vocal
RAY COLLINS—tambourine & vocal
ROY ESTRADA—vocal
IAN UNDERWOOD—keyboards & alto sax
BUNK GARDNER—tenor sax
MOTORHEAD SHERWOOD—baritone sax
DON PRESTON—keyboard
ARTHUR DYRE TRIPP III—old drums
JIMMY CARL BLACK—old drums
ARTHUR BARROW—new bass tracks
CHAD WACKERMAN—new drum tracks
Cheap thrills in the back of my car
Cheap thrills, how fine they are
Cheap thrills up and down my spine
I need it, I need it, 'cause it feels so fine
Cheap thrills all over the seat
Cheap thrills, your kind of lovin' can't be beat
Cheap thrills up and down my spine
I need it, I need it, 'cause it feels so fine
Cheap thrills, I can't wait another day
Cheap thrills, you gotta try to sneak away
Cheap thrills up and down my spine
I need it, I need it, 'cause it feels so fine
Cheap thrills set fire to my soul
Cheap thrills, like a story untold about
Cheap thrills up and down my spine
I need it, I need it, 'cause it feels so fine
Love of my life, I love you so
Love of my life, don't ever go
I love you only
Love, love of my life
Stars in the sky, they never lie
Tell me you need me, don't say good-bye
I love you only
Love, love of my life
Stars in the sky, they never lie
Tell me you need me, don't say good-bye
I love you darling, I love you only
Don't ever leave me
Don't make me, don't make me
Don't make me lonely
Love of my life, I love you so
Love of my life, don't ever go
I love you only
Love, love of my life
When I'm dancing with Deseri
All the fellas are jealous of me
Just how lucky can one guy be?
Oh Deseri!
Every song is a symphony
Whenever I'm with Deseri
'Cause she saves her lovin' just for me
My Deseri!
I will never be untrue
I will never ever make her blue
She'll never sigh, cry, sit and pine
Deseri is mine
I'm as happy as I can be
Whenever I'm with Deseri
'Cause she saves her lovin' just for me
Oh Deseri!
(Spoken)
Deseri, the first day we met, I'll never
forget. I saw you walking down the
street, and my heart skipped a beat. I
told you of my love for you, but there
was nothing . . . nothing you would do.
I said, "Please hear my plea! Come dance
with me!" Oh Deseri! You came . . . we
went to the dance that night. I held you
so tight, and I know that our love will last
through the years, forever, holding each
other . . . for cram & for dorssn . . .
Jelly Roll Gum Drop, got my eyes on you
Baby don't you know now
Jelly Roll Gum Drop, got my eyes on you
The way you do the bop
Like a spinning top
The Pachuco Hop
And the L.A. Slop
You make a street car stop
At the soda shop
And my eye-balls pop
When I see my
Jelly Roll Gum Drop, got my eyes on you
Mama don't you know now
Jelly Roll Gum Drop, got my eyes on you
The way you boogie all night
You're my heart's delight
You know I wish I might
Get a tiny bite of your
Jelly Roll Gum Drop, I wanna, I wanna
Jelly Roll Gum Drop, I wanna, I wanna
Jelly Roll Gum Drop, I wanna, I wanna
Bop bop bah, Bop bop bah
Bop bop bah, Bop bop bah
Sha-la-la-la, Sha-la-la-la
(Cough, cough, cough)
For you,
I could do anything
For your love,
My heart cries
Take me heart
My love my everything
For so long
I needed your love
Oh when, when you first came to me
I-I-I-I-I doubted your love
But now,
You mean everything to me
And each day,
I love you more
For you,
I could do anything
For your love,
My heart cries
Take my heart
My love my everything
For so long
I needed your love
Take my heart
Take my love
Take my heart
Take my love
You surely must be trying
To break this heart of mine
I thought you knew I loved you,
And we'd share a love so fine
But later that night
You threw a padlock on my door,
My clothes out on the street
'Cause you don't want my love no more
And I cried, I cried
I cried my heart out
Cried my heart out
Later that night
Don't go baby . . . don't put me out on
the street! You threw my best sharkskin
suit out on the lawn . . . right on top
of some dog waste . . . and my best white
shirts with the 'Mr. B.' collar layin'
all over the front lawn! Where's my cuff
links? Lemme back in dere! In dere?
It was September, the leaves were gold
That's when our hearts knew that 'Story Untold'
We were young lovers
Strolling near
The fountain of love,
Fountain of love
Fountain of love
Fountain of love
Do you remember, I held you so near
Our love's glowing ember, so precious and dear
We were young lovers
Strolling near
The fountain of love,
Fountain of love
Fountain of love
Fountain of love
We made a wish and threw in a coin
And since that day, our hearts have been joined
So all you young lovers, wherever you are
The fountain of love is not very far
We'll go on dreaming of that golden day
And remember the fountain is not far away
We were young lovers
Strolling near
The fountain of love,
Fountain of love
Fountain of love
Fountain of love
Boppa dooayyydoo
Boppa dooayyydoo
Boppa dooayyydoo
Boppa dooayyydoo
No no no no no no no-o-o-oo-oh
Makes me cry to see you go-o-o-oo-oh
No no no no no no no-o-o-oo-oh
Makes me cry to see you go-o-o-oo-oh
Left me here to cry alone
With a bottle of juice & a pork chop bone
No no no no no no no-o-o-oo-oh
Makes me cry to see you go-o-o-oo-oh
Gave my money all to you-oo
Took my watch and pawned it too-oo
Two gold teeth and one glass eye
Didn't have the nerve to say good-bye
Boppa dooayyydoo
Boppa dooayyydoo
You know you treat me funky, baby
And some day you'll have to pay
I ain't such a fool that I would let you go
And treat me this way
No no no no no no no-o-o-oo-oh
I ain't going to let you go-o-o-oo-oh
No no no no no no no-o-o-oo-oh
I ain't going to let you go-o-o-oo-oh
If you decide to leave me
It's all over
If you decide to leave me
It's all over
I tried to make you happy
I gave you all my love
There's nothing left for me to do but cry
Ooh o-ooh
Ooh o-ooh
Stuff up the cracks
Turn on the gas
I'm gonna take my life
Sss—stuff it!
Side Thirteen
Theme from RUN HOME SLOW (1:25)
Original DUKE OF PRUNES (1:18)
Opening Night Party at Studio Z (Collage) (1:32)
The Village Inn (1:18)
STEAL AWAY (3:44)
I WAS A TEEN-AGE MALT SHOP (1:12)
The Birth of Captain Beefheart (:16)
METAL MAN HAS WON HIS WINGS (3:08)
Power Trio segment from The Saints 'n Sinners (:34)
BOSSA NOVA PERVERTAMENTO (2:17)
Excerpt from THE UNCLE FRANKIE SHOW (:39)
CHARVA (1:59)
total time: 19:22
Side Fourteen
SPEED-FREAK BOOGIE (4:14)
Original Mothers at The Broadside (Pomona) (:56)
Party Scene from MONDO HOLLYWOOD (1:56)
Original Mothers Rehearsal (:22)
HOW COULD I BE SUCH A FOOL? (1:49)
Band introductions at The Fillmore West (1:10)
PLASTIC PEOPLE
Original Mothers at The Fillmore East (:46)
WHY DON'TCHA DO ME RIGHT? (2:40)
BIG LEG EMMA (2:32)
total time: 18:24
"RUN HOME SLOW" was a low budget western produced by Tim Sullivan, starring Mercedes McCambridge, written by my friend and high school English teacher, Don Cerveris. I wrote the music for it. The money from this job was used to buy an electric guitar and the Pal Recording Studio in Cucamonga. Pal was re-named "STUDIO Z."
This music is also part of the "RUN HOME SLOW" score. In this scene, a nymphomaniac cowgirl is getting plooked by a hunchback, next to the rotting carcass of a former donkey. Really.
This is a collage of some dialog and music from the party on opening night. The guests included Captain Beefheart, his former girlfriend Laurie, Ray Collins, Motorhead Sherwood, and Bob Narciso. Bob is singing about the Pall Malls. Motorhead is talking about his girlfriend.
In order to survive while living in "STUDIO Z," I worked a weekend gig at The Village Inn (80 miles away in Sun Village). This is the emcee (identity unknown), introducing the band: Johnny Franklin [bass], toby [drums], 'Frankie Zappo' [guitar], and, overlooked in the excitement, Motorhead on tenor sax.
A lady named Cora sat in with us that night at the Village Inn. This is a blues song that had been a hit a few years before, recorded by Jimmy Hughes.
Meanwhile, back at "STUDIO Z," I had been working on what might have been the world's first 'rock opera' . . . a stupid piece of trash called I WAS A TEEN-AGE MALT SHOP. This was the opening theme. F.Z. on piano, Motorhead on acoustic guitar, Vic Mortenson on drums.
Besides working on the hideous little rock opera, I was trying to raise money for a micro-budget sci-fi film called "CAPTAIN BEEFHEART vs. THE GRUNT PEOPLE." This is a sample of the dialog. Captain Beefheart was a character I invented for the film. His name derives from one of Don Vliet's relatives who looked like Harry Truman. He used to piss with the door open when Don's girlfriend walked by and make comments about how his whizzer looked just like a beef heart.
In our spare time we made what we thought were 'rock & roll records.' In this example, Vliet was 'singing' in the hallway outside the studio (our vocal booth) while the band played in the other room.
The lyrics were derived from a comic book pinned to a bulletin board near the door. The musicians include F.Z. on guitar, Vic Mortenson on drums, and a bass player from a surf group (identity unknown).
Another weekend gig recording from an orange-pickers' bar in Montclair. Later that night, a deranged Mexican tried to pull my mustache off. F.Z., guitar, Les Papp, drums, Paul Woods, bass.
A "STUDIO Z" late-night jam with F.Z. on acoustic guitar, Les Papp on drums, and Bobby Saldana on bass.
Once upon a time, I was a disc jockey on a low-voltage college radio station. Nobody ever checked to see what was going on there. I was not a student. I got away with it for a week.
Another one of our 'rock & roll records.' F.Z. vocals, piano, bass & drums. "STUDIO Z" had the world's only staggered-head 5 track recorder (designed by Paul Buff). While the big guys were wondering whether stereo was going to catch on, we were doing massive overdubs.
Side Fourteen
An example of multiple overdubs and half speed recording, circa 1962. F.Z. speeded-up lead and rhythm guitar, Doug Moon, rhythm acoustic guitar.
Ray Collins called me one night to replace another guitar player in the band he had been working with (THE SOUL GIANTS), since he had gotten in a fight with him. They had a good gig at a club in Pomona called The Broadside. After the sax player, Davy Coronado, quit, I took over, changed the band name, and eventually this recording was made. The drop-outs are on the original tape, caused by a wobbly reel.
Through a number of perverse twists of fate, we wound up being used as the 'party band' for a movie called "MONDO HOLLYWOOD", in a scene where freaks and maniacs cavort licentiously. The equipment we are playing on was lent to us by Jim Guercio. Thanks again, Jim. In the background, listening to this spewage, was Herb Cohen. He decided to manage the early Mothers a short while later.
Almost by accident, we got a record deal. We were completely broke, and the finance company was coming after Jimmy Carl black's drum set. We used to collect pop bottles to cash them in so we could buy Wonder Bread and baloney for the rehearsals. In spite of this, we got to practice in some of the best rehearsal places in town. Tim Sullivan had a studio on Seward St. (now occupied by Haskell Wexler). Tim still owed me some money for the "RUN HOME SLOW" movie track. Instead of paying me, he let us use his soundtage. The ever-present Akai tape recorder moved in with us.
A rehearsal tape from the Seward St. stage of an early version of the song as it was prepared for the FRAK OUT album.
In either late '65 or early '66, we worked the Fillmore West as an opening act for Lenny Bruce. Ray Collins provides the introductions, mispronouncing Elliot Ingber's last name. Bill Graham finishes things off.
This early version was recorded at that same show.
A few years later, we were well on our way to becoming the most despised musical group of all time . . . partially for making noises like this on stage in an era when everyone else was stuffing flowers in the ends of policemen's guns, telling themselves how 'envolved' they were for doing something that stupid.
This song was written in '62, and recorded in a primitive version at "STUDIO Z." This version was recorded at T.T.G. in Hollywood about the same time as ABSOLUTELY FREE.
From the same T.T.G. session. Neither versions have appeared as part of any M.O.I. albums.
produced & arranged by
FRANK ZAPPA
engineered by
BOB STONE & MARK PINSKE
at THE UTILITY MUFFIN RESEARCH KITCHEN
second engineer
TOM EHLE
disc mastering by
JOHN MATOUSEK
at
HITSVILLE
cover painting by
DONALD ROLLER WILSON
art direction
GABRIELLE RAUMBERGER, NEW AGE ART
design
WENDY SHERMAN
Special thanks to TOM GRACYK for his ZAPPA paraphernalia
a digitally re-tweezed analog recording
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