What's the ugliest. Part of your body?. What's the ugliest. Part of your body?. Some say your nose. Some say your toes. (I think it's your mind). But I think it's YOUR MIND.
Let's get fucked up and die. I'm speaking figuratively, of course. Like the last time that I committed suicide. Social suicide. . Yeah so I'm already dead on the inside.
FZ: Good night boys & girls . . . Thank you for coming to our concert. Zappa!.
I'm still frustrated from last night. Things happen in half-time, I'm sick of the bends. My panic research was no help. I sink into myself afraid of the fall that never ends.
Ian: Dee . . . dee BAH dam . . . eeeeh-dam pa-pa-pa-pa-pam . . . tee-pa pa-pa-pa-pa-pam! And just wail out the last one.. Bunk: Mmm, let's [stack] here, then..
I get lost, messed up and bored. When I'm alone too long. I can't sleep, function and eat. When I'm not with someone. . Late last fall she ended it all.
La la la la la la. La la la la la la. La la la la la la. La la la la la la. . Although you don't want me no more. Oh, but it's alright, alright with me.
Intersection. Happened years ago. From the headaches. From the cold. From the endings of the words you knew. To the lungs that learned to breathe. . Forget the lessons (?).
0:00. . Phyllis: I used to watch him eat, and while he was eating I would talk to him, and while he was eating I would ask him what he was doing, and all he would say was, "I'm using the chicken to measure it." Till this day I still don't know what he was talking about! That Minnesota Tishman, he was some guy, but I still never understood what he meant. The chicken to measure it, I don't know, probably some secret thing..
0:00. . FZ: We're shooting the uh, title sequence for Uncle Meat right now, which is the name of the Mothers of Invention movie that we've been working on for about three years . . . without too much success..
Outside the side lines failing harder than the martyred. Stars of made for TV crime. Indoor living in cardboard confines counts for very little. When safe is just a state of mind.
(I'm dreaming...). . There's a bomb to blow yo mommy up,. A bomb for yo daddy too! (Ouch!). A baby doll that burps 'n pees;. A case of airplane glue!.
Tick tock, sweat, switch up the fingers. The silly integer's always on vacation. I didn't think it was a bad idea. I just couldn't figure out how to make the phone work.
Well I'm about to get UPSET. From watchin' my TV. Been checkin' out the news. Until my eyeballs fail to see. I mean they say that every day. Is just another rotten mess.
I found a letter that said, "I'm sorry that. You were asleep when I wrote these words down". You'd think I'd ought to be used to that by now. . Save for a few of those late night episodes.
FZ: At this very moment on stage we have drummer A playing in 7/8, drummer B playing in 3/4, the bass playing in 3/4, the organ playing in 5/8, the tambourine playing in 3/4, and the alto sax blowing his nose.
Suzy:. Hello, teenage America (heh),. My name is Suzy Creemcheese,. (SNORK). I'm Suzy Creemcheese because I've never worn fake eyelashes in my whole life.
What are you asking me for?. It's not my *** history. What do you hope to find here?. There's nothing left as you can see. . With the beatings held again.
Ya ya ya ya ya. ahhhahahhhhhhhh. Ya ya ya ya ya. ahhhahahhhhhhhh. Fuzzy dice & bongos. FUZZY DICE. I got 'em. At the Pep Boys . . . at the BOYYYYYYYYS.
Maybe you were right after all. Maybe I'm just bad news. I've been drowning in memories. Call it residual blues. I fell asleep watching Veronica Mars again.