FRANK ZAPPA lyrics
FRANK ZAPPA lyrics
"Scene Four Crew Slut Lyrics"
Imagining Lyrics
I've been out of touch again From all that's happening around you I've become a different man Can't seem to stand still It was all a big mistake Once we were partners in crime We went off our separate ways Never performing in time, in time Imagining All the lies you were told Imagining They were true you withold Imagining Is it real, or a myth? Imagining In the world that we live You were still dependent on Lovers on your terms, your terms
----- ---- ---- ----
Backstage at the local Armory, Mary, in her little white dress, is wiping
the remnants of her performance off the side of her mouth as LARRY (the
guy from the garage who quit the band in order to make an honest living)
zips up the front of his stinking boiler suit and sings to the same
teen-age girls who were stomping and clapping a little while ago, as they
kneel with their little pink mouths open near the crew bus, hoping
to save the price of admission by performing acts of Hooverism on the
jolly lads who set up the P.A. System.
Larry:
Hey Hey Hey all you girls in these
Industrial towns
I know you're prob'ly gettin' tired
Of all the local clowns
They never give you no respect
They never treat you nice
So perhaps you oughta try
A little friendly advice
And be a CREW SLUT
*Hey, you'll love it*
Be a CREW SLUT
*It's a way of life*
Be a CREW SLUT
*See the world*
*Don't make a fuss, just get on the bus*
CREW SLUT
*Add water makes its own sauce*
Be
I've been out of touch again From all that's happening around you I've become a different man Can't seem to stand still It was all a big mistake Once we were partners in crime We went off our separate ways Never performing in time, in time Imagining All the lies you were told Imagining They were true you withold Imagining Is it real, or a myth? Imagining In the world that we live You were still dependent on Lovers on your terms, your terms
----- ---- ---- ----
Backstage at the local Armory, Mary, in her little white dress, is wiping
the remnants of her performance off the side of her mouth as LARRY (the
guy from the garage who quit the band in order to make an honest living)
zips up the front of his stinking boiler suit and sings to the same
teen-age girls who were stomping and clapping a little while ago, as they
kneel with their little pink mouths open near the crew bus, hoping
to save the price of admission by performing acts of Hooverism on the
jolly lads who set up the P.A. System.
Larry:
Hey Hey Hey all you girls in these
Industrial towns
I know you're prob'ly gettin' tired
Of all the local clowns
They never give you no respect
They never treat you nice
So perhaps you oughta try
A little friendly advice
And be a CREW SLUT
*Hey, you'll love it*
Be a CREW SLUT
*It's a way of life*
Be a CREW SLUT
*See the world*
*Don't make a fuss, just get on the bus*
CREW SLUT
*Add water makes its own sauce*
Be
Aimer Perdre La Raison Lyrics
Paroles : Louis Aragon Musique : Jean Ferrat 1 Ah, c'est toujours toi que l'on blesse C'est toujours ton miroir bris, Mon pauvre bonheur ma faiblesse Toi qu'on insulte et qu'on dlaisse Dans toute chair martyrise. R Aimer perdre la raison Aimer n'en savoir que dire n'avoir que toi d'horizon Et ne connatre de saisons Que par la douleur de partir Aimer perdre la raison. 2 La faim la fatigue et le froid, Toutes les misres du monde, C'est par mon amour que j'y crois
a CREW SLUT
*So you don't forget, call before midnite tonite*
*The boys in the crew*
*Are just waiting for you*
You never to get move around
You never go nowhere
I know yer prob'ly gettin' tired
Of all the guys out there
You always wondered what it's like
To go from place to place
So, darlin', take a little ride
On the mixer's face
Be a CREW SLUT
*Just follow the magic footprints*
Be a CREW SLUT
*Hey, you'll love it!*
Be a CREW SLUT
*It's a way of life*
*I ain't gonna squash it*
*And you don't need to wash it!*
CREW SLUT
*Hey, I'll buy you a pizza*
CREW SLUT
*Of course I'll introduce you to Warren*
*The boys in the crew*
*Are only waiting for you*
At this point, the road crew, as all road crews must from time to time,
borrow some of the big rock group's equipment and have a blues jam
session, indicating to the kneeling maidens that they are endowed with a
great deal of raw talent, as well as massive meat. Obviously impressed
with LARRY'S ability to suck so hard on h
little noises come out of it, MARY kneels again and reaches upward in
gestures of supplication, listening intently as LARRY continues to sing...
Larry:
Well you been to Alabama, girl,
'N' Georgia too
'N' all the boys in the crew
Is bein' good to you
I know yer sayin' to yourself
*'This is the way to go'*
'Cause when you need a little extra
They will give you some mo'
'Cause you're the CREW SLUT
Mary:
Eh, hah ha, I'm into leather...
Larry:
*That's good! A lot of the boys in the crew Love leather...*
Mary:
*And rubber...*
Larry:
*Yeh, they like rubber too...shrink-tubing*
*With a hair dryer...*
Road Crew Chorus:
Trade your spot on the bench
For a guy with a wrench
And be a...
Mary:
*Ha ha ha...*
Larry:
*You like that, huh?*
*I told you you'd love it...*
*It's a way of life!*
Road Crew Chorus:
The guys in the crew
Have got a present for you!
Re
Ren nah naaah
Ren nah naaah
Mary:
*A present for me?*
Road Crew Chorus:
Ren nah naaah
Ren nah naaah
Ren nah naaah
Larry:
*Hmmm, we got a present for you!*
Road Crew Chorus:
Ren nah naaah
Ren nah naaah
Ren nah naaah
Mary:
*Whaddya got?*
Road Crew Chorus:
Ren nah naaah
Mary:
*Whaddya gonna give me?*
Road Crew Chorus:
Ren nah naaah
Ren nah naaah
Larry:
It looks just like a Telefunken U-47
You'll love it...
Mary:
With Leather?
Central Scrutinizer:
Eh errr, eh eh...This is,eh, the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER again...
And so Mary was enticed away from Joe
By an evil barbarian with a wrench in his pocket
Lured into a life of SLEAZERY
With the entire road crew of some
Famous Rock Group
(I don't know whether it was really Toad-O or not...I don't know...
I'll check it out)
Again we see
MUSIC
Causing
BIG TROUBLE
Paroles : Louis Aragon Musique : Jean Ferrat 1 Ah, c'est toujours toi que l'on blesse C'est toujours ton miroir bris, Mon pauvre bonheur ma faiblesse Toi qu'on insulte et qu'on dlaisse Dans toute chair martyrise. R Aimer perdre la raison Aimer n'en savoir que dire n'avoir que toi d'horizon Et ne connatre de saisons Que par la douleur de partir Aimer perdre la raison. 2 La faim la fatigue et le froid, Toutes les misres du monde, C'est par mon amour que j'y crois
a CREW SLUT
*So you don't forget, call before midnite tonite*
*The boys in the crew*
*Are just waiting for you*
You never to get move around
You never go nowhere
I know yer prob'ly gettin' tired
Of all the guys out there
You always wondered what it's like
To go from place to place
So, darlin', take a little ride
On the mixer's face
Be a CREW SLUT
*Just follow the magic footprints*
Be a CREW SLUT
*Hey, you'll love it!*
Be a CREW SLUT
*It's a way of life*
*I ain't gonna squash it*
*And you don't need to wash it!*
CREW SLUT
*Hey, I'll buy you a pizza*
CREW SLUT
*Of course I'll introduce you to Warren*
*The boys in the crew*
*Are only waiting for you*
At this point, the road crew, as all road crews must from time to time,
borrow some of the big rock group's equipment and have a blues jam
session, indicating to the kneeling maidens that they are endowed with a
great deal of raw talent, as well as massive meat. Obviously impressed
with LARRY'S ability to suck so hard on h
Youre The Voice Lyrics
We have the chance to turn the pages over We can write what we wanna write We gotta make ends meet before we get much older We're al someone's daughter We're all someone's son How long can we look at each other Down the barrel of a gun? Chorus: You're the voice, try and understand it Make a noise and make it clear We're not gonna sit in silence We're not gonna live with fear This time, you know that we all can stand together With the power to be powerful Believing, we can make it better We're a
s harmonica that screechingWe have the chance to turn the pages over We can write what we wanna write We gotta make ends meet before we get much older We're al someone's daughter We're all someone's son How long can we look at each other Down the barrel of a gun? Chorus: You're the voice, try and understand it Make a noise and make it clear We're not gonna sit in silence We're not gonna live with fear This time, you know that we all can stand together With the power to be powerful Believing, we can make it better We're a
little noises come out of it, MARY kneels again and reaches upward in
gestures of supplication, listening intently as LARRY continues to sing...
Larry:
Well you been to Alabama, girl,
'N' Georgia too
'N' all the boys in the crew
Is bein' good to you
I know yer sayin' to yourself
*'This is the way to go'*
'Cause when you need a little extra
They will give you some mo'
'Cause you're the CREW SLUT
Mary:
Eh, hah ha, I'm into leather...
Larry:
*That's good! A lot of the boys in the crew Love leather...*
Mary:
*And rubber...*
Larry:
*Yeh, they like rubber too...shrink-tubing*
*With a hair dryer...*
Road Crew Chorus:
Trade your spot on the bench
For a guy with a wrench
And be a...
Mary:
*Ha ha ha...*
Larry:
*You like that, huh?*
*I told you you'd love it...*
*It's a way of life!*
Road Crew Chorus:
The guys in the crew
Have got a present for you!
Re
Voice For A Generation Lyrics
DO YOU THINK SHE GAVE A GOOD ANSWER? DO YOU KNOW WHAT SHE MEANS DO YOU THINK THAT SHE'S COOL? SHE DIDN'T UNDERSTAND WHAT THEY SAID TO HER BUT ANYWAY SHE HOPES THAT IT WILL BE ALRIGHT MAYBE SHE COULD BE A VOICE FOR A GENERATION MAYBE SHE COULD BE CONSIDERED REAL HIP IF SHE SAYS THE WRONG THINGS WELL THAN I GUESS YOU'LL SHOOT HER DOWN BOY I GUESS SHE REALLY DESERVES IT
nah naaahDO YOU THINK SHE GAVE A GOOD ANSWER? DO YOU KNOW WHAT SHE MEANS DO YOU THINK THAT SHE'S COOL? SHE DIDN'T UNDERSTAND WHAT THEY SAID TO HER BUT ANYWAY SHE HOPES THAT IT WILL BE ALRIGHT MAYBE SHE COULD BE A VOICE FOR A GENERATION MAYBE SHE COULD BE CONSIDERED REAL HIP IF SHE SAYS THE WRONG THINGS WELL THAN I GUESS YOU'LL SHOOT HER DOWN BOY I GUESS SHE REALLY DESERVES IT
Ren nah naaah
Ren nah naaah
Mary:
*A present for me?*
Road Crew Chorus:
Ren nah naaah
Ren nah naaah
Ren nah naaah
Larry:
*Hmmm, we got a present for you!*
Road Crew Chorus:
Ren nah naaah
Ren nah naaah
Ren nah naaah
Mary:
*Whaddya got?*
Road Crew Chorus:
Ren nah naaah
Mary:
*Whaddya gonna give me?*
Road Crew Chorus:
Ren nah naaah
Ren nah naaah
Larry:
It looks just like a Telefunken U-47
You'll love it...
Mary:
With Leather?
Central Scrutinizer:
Eh errr, eh eh...This is,eh, the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER again...
And so Mary was enticed away from Joe
By an evil barbarian with a wrench in his pocket
Lured into a life of SLEAZERY
With the entire road crew of some
Famous Rock Group
(I don't know whether it was really Toad-O or not...I don't know...
I'll check it out)
Again we see
MUSIC
Causing
BIG TROUBLE