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#325

Brian Eno: Blank Frank (2004 Digital Remaster)

Brian Eno

Blank frank is the messenger of your doom and your destruction
Yes, he is the one who will set you up as nothing
And he is one who will look at you sideways
His particular skill is leaving bombs in people’s driveways.

Blank frank has a memory that’s as cold as an iceberg
The only time he speaks is in incomprehensible proverbs
Blank frank is the siren, he’s the air-raid, he’s the crater
He’s on the menu, on the table, he’s the knife and he’s the waiter

Songwriters: Brian Eno / Robert Fripp

Blank Frank lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group


#327

Brian Eno: Dead Finks Don’t Talk (2004 Digital Remaster)

Brian Eno

Oh cheeky cheeky
Oh naughty sneaky
You’re so perceptive and I wonder how you knew.
But these finks don’t walk too well
A bad sense of direction
And so they stumble round in threes
Such a strange collection.

Oh you headless chicken
Can those poor teeth take so much kicking?
You’re always so charming
As you peck your way up there.

And these finks don’t dress too well
No discrimination
To be a zombie all the time
Requires such dedication.

Oh please, sir will you let it go by
'Cause I failed both tests with my legs both tied
In my place the stuff is all there
I’ve been ever so sad for a very long time
My my they wanted the works can you this and that
I never got a letter back
More fool me bless my soul
More fool me bless my soul.

Oh perfect masters
They thrive on disasters
They all look so harmless
Till they find there way up there.

But dead finks don’t talk too well
They’ve got a shaky sense of diction
It’s not so much a living hell
It’s just a dying fiction.

Songwriters: Brian Eno / Paul Thompson

Dead Finks Don’t Talk lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group


#328

#329

President Trump: Bring them home, as many as you can please. We need them in our home-land. We need our soldiers here at home protecting Americans.


#330

Frank Zappa- Do It Now PSA’s


#331

Frank Zappa: Charlie’s Enormous Mouth

Frank Zappa

Charlie’s enormous mouth, well, it’s alright
The girl got a very large mouth but it’s alright
Her teeth look ok, she must be brushin’ ‘em quite a bit
‘Course her mouth is extra large and we can only assume as to how she’s been usin’ it
Charlie’s enormous mouth, well, it’s alright
The girl got a very large mouth but it’s alright
She got lips all around the hole where she puts her food in, they call it “The mouth”
They call it “The mouth”
They call it “The mouth”
Which is as good a place as any for a tongue to include in, that’s why they call it “The mouth”
They call it “The mouth”
They call it “The mouth”
(Kinda young, kinda wow)
Charlie’s enormous nose, well, it’s all white
The girl got a very large nose but it’s all white
It once was ok but she been blowin’ it quite a bit
‘Course her friends are extra large and we can only assume as to how she’s been choosin’ it
Charlie’s enormous nose, well, it’s all white
The girl got a very large nose but it’s all white
She got stuff all around the hole where she puts her spoon in, they call it “The nose”
They call it “The nose”
They call it “The nose”
And when it finally rots away I guess you’d prob’ly drive a truck in, they used to call it “The nose”
They called it “The nose”
They called it “The nose”
(Kinda young, kinda dead)
Charlie’s disgusting brain, well, it’s all black
The girl got a very dead brain, it won’t come back
She used to convey
But then she took an extra hit
‘Course her friends are extra dumb
And they were terribly excited while they watched her doin’ it
Charlie’s disgusting brain, well it’s all black
The girl got a very dead brain, it won’t come back
She used to convey but then she took an extra hit
‘Cause her friends are extra dumb and they were totally exited while they watched her doin’ it
Charlie’s disgusting brain, well it’s all black
The girl got a very dead brain, it won’t come back
She got dirt all around the hole where they dumped her box in, they call it “The grave”
They call it “The grave”
They call it “The grave”
Which is as good a place as any for a chump to repose in, that’s why they call it “The grave”
They call it “The grave”
They call it “The grave”

Songwriters: Frank Zappa

Charlie’s Enormous Mouth lyrics © MUNCHKIN MUSIC CO


#332

#333

Cage The Elephant - In One Ear (Official Music Video)


#334

Cage the Elephant: Back Against the Wall


#335

#336

https://youtu.be/Vny0W0axomc this should be alex’s theme song haha


#337

#338

Should be alex’s theme song haha


#340

Van Halen - Hot For Teacher

Hot for Teacher

Van Halen

Oh wow, man
Wait a second man Whaddaya think the teacher’s gonna look like this year? (my butt, man)
Oh yeah T-T-Teacher stop that screaming, teacher don’t you see?
Don’t want to be no uptown fool
Maybe I should go to hell, but I’m doin’ well,
Teacher needs to see me after school

I think of all the education that I missed
But then my homework was never quite like this
Ow got it bad, got it bad, got it bad,
I’m hot for teacher
I got it bad, so bad,
I’m hot for teacher

Hey, I heard you missed us, we’re back
I brought my pencil
Gimme something to write on, man
Uh uh, I heard about your lessons, but lessons are so cold
I know about this school
Little girl from Cherry Lane, how did you get so bold?
How did you know that golden rule?

I think of all the education that I missed
But then my homework was never quite like this
Ow got it bad, got it bad, got it bad,
I’m hot for teacher
I got it bad, so bad,
I’m hot for teacher, whoa

Oh man, I think the clock is slow
I don’t feel tardy
Class dismissed

Oh, yeah
I’ve got it bad, got it bad, got it bad
I’m hot for teacher

Whoa
Oh, yes I’m hot
Who
Oh my God

Songwriters: Alex Van Halen / Edward Van Halen / David Roth

Hot for Teacher lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc


#341

Black Crows # Hard To Handle

Hard to Handle

The Black Crowes

Baby here I am
I’m the man on the scene
I can give you what you want
But you gotta’ come home with me

I have got some good old lovin’
And I got some more in store
When I get through throwin’ it on
You gotta’ come back for more

Boys will come along a dime by the dozen
That ain’t nothing but ten cent lovin’
Pretty little thing, let me light your candle
'Cause mama I’m sure hard to handle now, yessir’am

Action speaks louder than words
And I’m a man of great experience
I know you’ve got another man
But I can love you better than him

Take my hand don’t be afraid
I’m gonna prove every word I say
I’m advertising love for free
So you can place your ad with me

Boys will come along a dime by the dozen
That ain’t nothing but ten cent lovin’
Pretty little thing, let me light your candle
'Cause mama I’m sure hard to handle now, yessir’am

Yeah
Hard to handle now
Oh baby

Baby here I am
I’m the man on the scene
I can give you what you want
But you gotta’ come home with me

I’ve got some good old lovin’
And I got some more in store
When I get through throwin’ it on you
You got to come a-runnin’ back for more

Boys will come along a dime by the dozen
That ain’t nothing but ten cent lovin’
Pretty little thing, let me light your candle
'Cause mama I’m sure hard to handle now, yessir’am

Hard
Hard to handle now
Oh yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Boys will come along a dime by the dozen
That ain’t nothing but ten cent lovin’
Pretty little thing, let me light your candle
'Cause mama I’m sure hard to handle now, yessir’am

Yeah
So hard to handle now
Oh yeah

Baby
Good lovin’
Baby, baby
Ohh, good lovin’
I need good lovin’
I got to have it, oh yeah
Yeah
So hard to handle, now, yeah

Songwriters: Otis Redding / Alvertis Isbell / Allen Alvoid Jr. Jones

Hard to Handle lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group


#342

#343

Frank Zappa: Joe’s Garage

Joe’s Garage

Frank Zappa

A boring old garage in a residential area with a teen-age band
rehearsing in it. JOE (the main character in the CENTRAL
SCRUTINIZER’S Special Presentation) sings to us of the trials and
tribulations of garage-band husbandry.

Central Scrutinizer:
We take you now, to a garage, in Canoga Park.

Frank Zappa:
(It makes it’s own sauce…)

Joe:
It wasn’t very large
There was just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the Dodge
It was a fifty-four
With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign on the front said “Fender Champ”
And a second hand guitar
It was a Stratocaster with a whammy bar

At this point, LARRY (a guy who will eventually give up music and
earn a respectable living as a roadie for a group called Toad-O)
joins in the song…

Larry:
We could jam in Joe’s Garage
His mama was screamin’
His dad was mad
We was playin’ the same old song
In the afternoon ‘n’ sometimes we would
Play it all night long
It was all we knew, ‘n’ easy too
So we wouldn’t get it wrong
All we did was bend the string like…
Hey!
Down in Joe’s Garage
We didn’t have no dope or LSD
But a coupla quartsa beer
Would fix it so the intonation
Would not offend yer ear
And the same old chords goin’ over ‘n’ over
Became a symphony
We would play it again ‘n’ again ‘n’ again
‘Cause it sounded good to me
ONE MORE TIME!
We could jam in Joe’s Garage
His mama was screamin’,
“TURN IT DOWN!”
We was playing’ the same old song
In the afternoon ‘n’ sometimes we would
Play it all night long
It was all we knew, and easy too
So we wouldn’t get it wrong
Even if you played it on a saxophone
We thought we was pretty good
We talked about keepin’ the band together
‘N’ we figured that we should
‘Cause about this time we was gettin’ the eye
From the girls in the neighborhood
They’d all come over ‘n’ dance around
like…

Twenty teen-age girls dash
in and go STOMP-CLAP,
STOMP-CLAP-CLAP…

So we picked out a stupid name
Had some cards printed up for a coupla bucks
‘N’ we was on our way to fame
Got matching suits ‘N’ Beatle Boots
‘N’ a sign on the back of the car
‘N’ we was ready to work in a GO-GO Bar

ONE TWO THREE FOUR
LET’S SEE IF YOU GOT SOME MORE!

People seemed to like our song
They got up ‘n’ danced ‘n’ made a lotta noise
An’ it wasn’t ‘fore very long
A guy from a company we can’t name
Said we oughta take his pen
‘N’ sign on the line for a real good time
But he didn’t tell us when
These “good times” would be somethin’
That was really happenin’
So the band broke up
An’ it looks like
We will never play again…

Joe:
Guess you only get one chance in life
To play a song that goes like…

(And, as the band plays their little song,
MRS. BORG (who keeps her son SY,
in the closet with the vacuum cleaner)
screams out the window…

Mrs. Borg:
Turn it down!
Turn it DOWN!
I have children sleeping here…
Don’t you boys know any nice songs?

Joe:
(Speculating on the future)
Well the years was rollin’ by, yeah
Heavy Metal ‘n’ Glitter Rock
Had caught the public eye, yeah
Snotty boys with lipstick on
Was really flyin’ high, yeah
‘N’ then they got that Disco thing
‘N’ New Wave came along
‘N’ all of a sudden I thought the time
Had come for that old song
We used to play in “Joe’s Garage”
And if I am not wrong
You will soon be dancin’ to…

Central Scrutinizer:
The WHITE ZONE is
for loading and
unloading only. If you
gotta load or unload,
go to the WHITE
ZONE. You’ll love it…

Joe:
Well the years was rollin’ by (etc.)…

Mrs. Borg:
I’m calling THE POLICE!
I did it! They’ll be here… shortly!

Officer Butzis:
This is the Police…

Mrs. Borg:
I’m not joking around anymore

Officer Butzis:
We have the garage surrounded
If you give yourself up
We will not harm you
Or hurt you neither

Mrs. Borg:
You’ll see them

Officer Butzis:
This is the Police

Mrs. Borg:
There they are, they’re coming!

Officer Butzis:
Give yourself up
We will not harm you

Mrs. Borg:
Listen to that mess, would you?

Officer Butzis:
This is the Police
Give yourself up
We have the garage surrounded

Mrs. Borg:
Everday this goes on around here!

Officer Butzis:
We will not harm you, or maim you
(SWAT Team 4, move in!)

Mrs. Borg:
He used cut my grass…
He was very nice boy…
That’s DISGUSTING!

Central Scrutinizer:
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER…
That was Joe’s first confrontation with The Law.
Naturally, we were easy on him.
One of our friendly counselors gave him
A do-nut… and told him to
Stick closer to church-oriented social activities.

Songwriters: Frank Zappa

Joe’s Garage lyrics © MUNCHKIN MUSIC CO, KOBALT MUSIC PUB AMERICA I OBO MUNCHKIN MUSIC CO


#344

Harvey Danger: Flagpole Sitta

Flagpole Sitta

Harvey Danger

I had visions, I was in them
I was looking into the mirror
To see a little bit clearer
Rottenness and evil in me
Fingertips have memories
Mine can’t forget the curves of your body
And when I feel a bit naughty
I run it up the flagpole and see who salutes
(But no one ever does)
I’m not sick but I’m not well
And I’m so hot cause I’m in hell
Been around the world and found
That only stupid people are breeding
The cretins cloning and feeding
And I don’t even own a tv
Put me in the hospital for nerves
And then they had to commit me
You told them all I was crazy
They cut off my legs now I’m an amputee, god damn you
I’m not sick but I’m not well
And I’m so hot cause I’m in hell
I’m not sick but I’m not well
And it’s a sin to live so well
I want to publish zines
And rage against machines
I want to pierce my tongue
It doesn’t hurt, it feels fine
The trivial sublime
I’d like to turn off time
And kill my mind
You kill my mind
Paranoia, paranoia
Everybody’s coming to get me
Just say you never met me
I’m going underground with the moles digging holes
Hear the voices in my head
I swear to god it sounds like they’re snoring
But if you’re bored then you’re boring
The agony and the irony, they’re killing me
I’m not sick but I’m not well
And I’m so hot cause I’m in hell
I’m not sick but I’m not well
And it’s a sin to live so well

Songwriters: Aaron Huffman / Evan Sult / Jeff Lin / Sean Nelson

Flagpole Sitta lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC


#345

#346

Frank Zappa: Sharleena

Sharleena

Frank Zappa

I’m cryin’
i’m cryin’
i’m cryin’ for sharleena,
don’t you know?
i called up all my baby’s friends
‘n ask’n um
where she done went
but nobody ‘round here seems to know
where my sharleena’s been
where my sharleena’s been
I’m cryin’
i’m cryin’
i’m cryin’ for sharleena,
can’t you see?
i called up all my baby’s friends
‘n ask’n um
where she done went
(she done went)
nobody ‘round here seems to know
where my sharleena’s been
where my sharleena’s been
Ten long years i been lov’n her
ten long years
and i thought deep down in my heart
she was mine (say!)
ten long years i been lov’n her
ten long years
i would call her my baby, and now,
i’m always cryin’
(i’m cryin’, yes, i’m cryin’)
Ugh!
ugh!
I would be so delighted
i would be so delighted
if they would just
send her on home to me
I would be so delighted
i would be so delighted
if they would just
send her on home to me
Sharleena-leena
sharleena-leena
sharleena-leena
sharleena-leena
cry-y-y-y-yin’
well hear me cry-y-y-y-yin’
hear me cryin’
(oh sharleena!)
hear me cryin’
(my sharleena)
hear me cryin’
(i called up all my baby’s friends)
hear me cryin’
(and ask’n um)
aaaaah, hear me cryin’, babe
(where sharleena went)
hear me cryin’
(but you know that, nobody ‘round seems to know)
sharleena, hear me cryin’
(where my baby’s gone)
(you know i’m cry-cry-cry-cryin’)
for sharleena
(don’t you know i’m cry-cry-cry-cryin’)
for sharleena
you know i’m cryin’
(for sharleena)
hear me cryin’
(for sharleena)
hear me cryin’
(you know i’m cry-cry-cry-cryin’)
for sharleena
(you know i’m cry-cry-cry-cryin’)
hear me cryin’
hear me cryin’
for sharleena
for sharleena
sha-la-la-la . . .
sha-la-la-la . . .
sha-la-la-la . . .
sha-la-la-la . . .
Why doesn’t somebody somewhere right here at the rainbow theater where melanie ripped it off last night
why don’t you send her home
why can’t you send my ever loving sharleena home
(send my baby home to . . .)
why can’t you send her home to . . .

Songwriters: Frank Zappa

Sharleena lyrics © MUNCHKIN MUSIC CO