| Album notes by FZ
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| All the music heard on this album was composed, arranged & scientifically mutilated by Frank Zappa (with the exception of a little bit of surf music). None of the sounds are generated electronically… they are all the products of electronically altering the sounds of NORMAL instruments. The orchestral segments were conducted by SID SHARP under the supervision of the composer.
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“THE PRESENT-DAY COMPOSER REFUSES TO DIE!”
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EDGARD VARÈSE, July 1921
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| THIS WHOLE MONSTROSITY WAS CONCEIVED & EXECUTED BY FRANK ZAPPA AS A RESULT OF SOME UNPLEASANT PREMONITIONS, AUGUST THROUGH OCTOBER 1967.
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| Back side text
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| IS THIS PHASE ONE OF LUMPY GRAVY?
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| [Eric Clapton] Uh… uh… uh uh… uh… uh… D’you… Are you… Are you hung up?
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| Are you hung up?
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| [Girl] Outasite!
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| [Eric Clapton] Outasite. Yeah, listen uh… d’you… are you… are you hung up?
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| [Girl] Ha ha! What does that mean?
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| [Eric Clapton] Are you strung up, are you? Are you hung up?
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| [Girl] I don’t… I don’t… I can’t understand… Outasite!
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| [Eric Clapton] Outasite. Yeah, listen uh… d’you… are you… are you hung up?
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| [Gary Kellgren] One of these days I am going to erase all the tape in the world. In the world… world. Tomorrow I may do it. All the Frank Zappa masters… nothing… blank… empty… space. That’s what they are now… blank… empty… space. Oh, I know he’s sitting in there, in the control room now, listening to everything I say, but I really don’t care.
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| Hello, Frank Zappa!
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| [Jimmy Carl Black] Hi, boys and girls, I’m Jimmy Carl Black, I’m the Indian of the group
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| What’s there to live for?
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| Who needs the Peace Corps?
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| Think I’ll just drop out
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| I’ll go to Frisco, buy a wig & sleep on Owsley’s floor
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| Walked past the wig store
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| Danced at the Fillmore
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| I’m completely stoned
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| I’m hippy & I’m trippy, I’m a gypsy on my own
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| I’ll stay a week & get the crabs & take a bus back home
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| I’m really just a phony but forgive me ‘cause I’m stoned
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| Every town must have a place where phony hippies meet
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| Psychedelic dungeons popping up on every street
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| GO TO SAN FRANCISCO!
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| How I love ya, how I love ya, how I love ya, how I love ya, Frisco!
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| How I love ya, how I love ya, how I love ya, how I love ya, oh, my hair is getting good in the back! ▶
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| Every town must have a place where phony hippies meet
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| Psychedelic dungeons popping up on every street
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| GO TO SAN FRANCISCO!
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| Hotcha!
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| First I’ll buy some beads
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| And then perhaps a leather band to go around my head
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| Some feathers and bells
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| And a book of Indian lore
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| I will ask the Chamber Of Commerce how to get to Haight Street and smoke an awful lot of dope
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| I will wander around barefoot
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| I will have a psychedelic gleam in my eye at all times
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| I will love everyone
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| I will love the police as they kick the shit out of me on the street
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| I will sleep
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| I w—… I will go to a house, that’s… that’s what I will do, I will go to a house
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| Where there’s a rock & roll band ‘cause the groups all live together
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| And I will join a rock & roll band, I will be their road manager
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| And I will stay there with them and I will get the crabs but I won’t care
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| Concentration moon, over the camp in the valley
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| Concentration moon, wish I was back in the alley
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| With all of my friends still running free
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| Hair growing out every hole in me
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| American way, how did it start?
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| Thousands of creeps killed in the park
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| American way, try and explain
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| Scab of a nation driven insane
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| Don’t cry
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| Gotta go, bye-bye
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| Suddenly die, die
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| Cop, kill a creep!
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| Pow pow pow
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| [Gary Kellgren] Tomorrow I get to do another Frank Zappa creation, and the day after that… and the day after that…
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| [Jimmy Carl Black] Hi, boys and girls, I’m Jimmy Carl Black and I’m the Indian of the group
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| Concentration moon, over the camp in the valley
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| Concentration moon, wish I was back in the alley
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| With all of my friends still running free
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| Hair growing out every hole in me
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| American way, threatened by us
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| Drag a few creeps away in a bus ▶
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| American way, prisoner lock
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| Smash every creep in the face with a rock
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| Don’t cry
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| Gotta go, bye-bye
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| Suddenly die, die
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| Cop, kill a creep!
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| Pow pow pow
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| Mama! Mama!
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| Someone said they made some noise
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| The cops have shot some girls & boys
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| You’ll sit home & drink all night
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| They looked too weird, it served them right
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| Mama! Mama!
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| Someone said they made some noise
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| The cops have shot some girls & boys
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| You’ll sit home & drink all night
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| They looked too weird, it served them right
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| Ever take a minute just to show a real emotion
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| In between the moisture cream & velvet facial lotion?
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| Ever tell your kids you’re glad that they can think?
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| Ever say you loved ‘em? Ever let ‘em watch you drink?
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| Ever wonder why your daughter looked so sad?
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| It’s such a drag to have to love a plastic mom & dad!
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| Mama! Mama!
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| Your child was killed in the park today
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| Shot by the cops as she quietly lay
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| By the side of the creeps she knew…
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| They killed her too
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| [Pamela Zarubica] Well, operator? Hold for a minute, please.
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| [FZ] Hello?
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| [Operator] Yes, sir
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| [FZ] Uh… Can you call 678-9866?
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| [Operator] Same area code?
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| [FZ] Yes
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| [Operator] Right
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| [FZ] Is that Vicki?
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| [Pamela Zarubica] Yeah. He’s gonna bump you off yet, he’s got a gun, you know, heh heh heh. If he didn’t get ya in Laurel Canyon, he won’t get you here.
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| [Vicki Kellgren] Hello?
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| [Pamela Zarubica] Vicki?
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| [Vicki Kellgren] Yeah
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| [Pamela Zarubica] What’s happening?
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| [Vicki Kellgren] Listen, your father has called me up this…
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| [Pamela Zarubica] Now look, just don’t panic but just tell me…
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| [Vicki Kellgren] I’m not panicking!
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| [Pamela Zarubica] OK
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| [Vicki Kellgren] I think my phone’s tapped too
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| [Pamela Zarubica] Well, don’t worry, that’s quite alright
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| [Vicki Kellgren] Alright, your father called me up this afternoon
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| [Pamela Zarubica] Just a sec…
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| Bow tie daddy
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| Dontcha blow your top
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| Everything’s under control
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| Bow tie daddy
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| Dontcha blow your top
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| ‘Cause you think you’re gettin’ too old
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| Don’t try to do no thinkin’
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| Just go on with your drinkin’
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| Just have your fun, you old son of a gun
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| Then drive home in your Lincoln
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| I’m gonna tell you the way it is
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| And I’m not gonna be kind or easy
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| Your whole attitude stinks, I say
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| And the life you lead is completely empty
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| You paint your head
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| Your mind is dead
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| You don’t even know what I just said
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| THAT’S YOU, AMERICAN WOMANHOOD!
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| You’re phony on top
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| You’re phony underneath
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| You lay in bed & grit your teeth
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| Madge ▶, I want your body
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| HARRY, GET BACK!
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| Madge, it’s not merely physical
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| HARRY, YOU’RE A BEAST!
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| Don’t come in me, in me
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| Don’t come in me, in me
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| Don’t come in me, in me
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| Don’t come in me, in me
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| Madge, I… Madge, I couldn’t help it
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| I… doggone it!
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| What’s the ugliest part of your body?
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| What’s the ugliest part of your body?
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| Some say your nose
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| Some say your toes
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| But I think it’s your mind
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| Your mind
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| I think it’s your mind
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| ALL YOUR CHILDREN ARE POOR UNFORTUNATE VICTIMS OF SYSTEMS BEYOND THEIR CONTROL
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| A PLAGUE UPON YOUR IGNORANCE & THE GRAY DESPAIR OF YOUR UGLY LIFE
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| Where did Annie go when she went to town?
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| Who are all those creeps that she brings around?
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| ALL YOUR CHILDREN ARE POOR UNFORTUNATE VICTIMS OF LIES YOU BELIEVE
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| A PLAGUE UPON YOUR IGNORANCE THAT KEEPS THE YOUNG FROM THE TRUTH THEY DESERVE
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| [Pamela Zarubica] I don’t do publicity balling for you anymore
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| [FZ] The first word in this song is “discorporate”. It means to leave your body.
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| Discorporate & come with me
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| Shifting, drifting, cloudless, starless
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| Velvet valleys and a sapphire sea
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| Wah wah
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| Unbind your mind, there is no time
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| To lick your stamps and paste them in
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| Discorporate and we will begin
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| Wah wah
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| Flower Power sucks
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| Diamonds on velvets on goldens on vixen
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| On comet & Cupid on Donner & Blitzen
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| On up & away & afar & a go-go
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| Escape from the weight of your corporate logo!
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| Unbind your mind, there is no time
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| Boin-n-n-n-n-n-g
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| To lick your stamps and paste them in
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| Discorporate and we’ll begin
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| Freedom, freedom, kindly loving
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| You’ll be absolutely free
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| Only if you want to be
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| Dreaming on cushions of velvet & satin
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| To music by magic, by people that happen
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| To enter the world of a strange purple jello
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| The dreams as they live them are all ✄ mellow yellow
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| Unbind your mind, there is no time
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| Boin-n-n-n-n-n-g
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| To lick your stamps and paste them in
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| Discorporate and we’ll begin
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| Freedom, freedom, kindly loving
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| You’ll be absolutely free
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| Only if you want to be
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| You’ll be absolutely free
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| Only if you want to be
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| ✄ Hey, punk, where you goin’ with that flower in your hand?
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| Hey, punk, where you goin’ with that flower in your hand?
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| Well, I’m goin’ up to Frisco to join a psychedelic band
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| I’m goin’ up to Frisco to join a psychedelic band
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| Hey, punk, where you goin’ with that button on your shirt?
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| Hey, punk, where you goin’ with that button on your shirt?
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| I’m goin’ to the love-in to sit & play my bongos in the dirt
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| Yes, I’m goin’ to the love-in to sit & play my bongos in the dirt
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| Hey, punk, where you goin’ with that hair on your head?
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| Hey, punk, where you goin’ with that hair on your head?
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| I’m goin’ to the dance to get some action, then I’m goin’ home to bed
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| I’m goin’ to the dance to get some action, then I’m goin’ home to bed
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| Hey, punk, where you goin’ with those beads around your neck?
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| Hey, punk, where you goin’ with those beads around your neck?
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| I’m goin’ to the shrink so he can help me be a nervous wreck
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| Just at this moment, the 2700 microgram dose of STP ingested by Flower punk shortly before the song began takes effect: before your very ears his head blows up… leaving a bizarre audial residue all over your teen-age record player!
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| Hey, punk!
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| Punky!
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| Hey, punk!
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| Punk!
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| Hey, punk!
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| Hey, punk!
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| Hey, punk!
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| Hey, punk!
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| Punky!
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| Hey, punk!
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| Hey hey!
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| Hey, punk!
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| Go man, go… go man, go
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| Just a little bit softer
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| Golly, do I ever have a lot of soul!
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| Punk, ✄ I think I love you!
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| Come on, Roy
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| Questi dominga?
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| Let me see that nose, it didn’t…
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| Orale!
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| I wanna know for sure!
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| Leave my nose alone, please…
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| What are you trying to do?
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| He’s gonna stand over there
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| Bigashi nunga!
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| But this is Cheetah
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| Buirote
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| Chita!
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| [FZ, on the left] It’s one of the most exciting things that’s ever happened to me. You know, every time I think about how lucky I am to be in the rock & roll industry, it’s SO exciting. You know, when I first got into the rock & roll business I could barely even play the changes to this song on my… on my guitar. But now I’m very proficient at it, I can play the guitar, I can strum it rhythmically, I can sing along with my guitar as I strum. I can strum, sing, dance, I can make merry fun all over the stage. And you know, it’s so wonderful to… it’s wonderful to feel that I’m doing something for the kids, because I know that the kids and their music are where it’s at. The youth of America today is so wonderful, and I’m proud to be a part of this gigantic mass deception. I hope she sees me twirling, yes, I hope she sees me dancing and twirling, I will say: “Hello, dolly!” Is the song over?
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| [FZ, on the right] Boy, this is really exciting, making a rock & roll record. I can’t even wait until our record comes out and the teenagers start to buy it. We’ll all be rich and famous! When my royalty check comes I think I’m going to buy a Mustang. No, I think I’ll… I think I’ll get a Corvette. No, I think I’ll get a Harley-Davidson. No, I don’t think I’ll buy any of those cars. I think what I will do is I will buy a boat. No, that wouldn’t be good either. I think uh… I’ll go into real estate. I think I would like to… I think I would like to buy La Cienega Boulevard. No, that wouldn’t do any good. Gee, I wonder if they can see me up here, twirling my tambourine and dancing. Maybe after the show one of the girls who sees me up here, singing and twirling my tambourine and dancing, will like me. And she will come over to me and I will walk… I will walk up to her and I will smile at her and I will impress her and I will say: “Hello, baby, what’s a girl like you doin’ in a place like this? I’m from a rock & roll band, I think we should…” Is the song over?
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| [Center mumbling] Ay ay!
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| Mingia!
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| There she is!
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| Ay!
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| Buirote
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| When do we get paid for this?
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| Ay ay!
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| Papa huevos
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| Huevos?
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| Rock, bop, rock & roll
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| Rock, bop
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| One more time!
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| Un—
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| Stop sloppy rock & roll!
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| Bop bop bop!
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| YEAH! WHEEE!
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| [Gary Kellgren] He is working the controls because all producers love to turn knobs. They think it is the way they can create.
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| I wonder what everyone else is whispering about.
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| [Backwards]
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| Better look around before you say you don’t care
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| Shut your fuckin’ mouth about the length of my hair
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| How would you survive if you were alive, shitty little person?
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| [Notes by FZ] (An instrumental overture to a series of songs about people with strange personal habits… many of which happen to be my dearest friends)
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| [Instrumental]
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| [Eric Clapton] Beautiful! God! It’s God! I see God!
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| [Instrumental]
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| Now believe me when I tell you that my song is really true
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| I want everyone to listen and believe
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| It’s about some little people from a long time ago
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| And all the things the neighbors didn’t know
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| Early in the morning daddy Dinky went to work
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| Selling lamps & chairs to San Ber’dino squares
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| And I still remember mama with her apron & her pad
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| Feeding all the boys at Ed’s Cafe
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| Whizzing & pasting & pooting through the day
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| (Ronnie helping Kenny helping burn his poots away)
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| And all the while on a shelf in the shed
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| Kenny’s little creatures on display
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| Ronnie saves his numies on a window in his room
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| (A marvel to be seen: dysentery green)
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| While Kenny and his buddies had a game out in the back
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| Let’s make the water turn black
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| We see them after school in a world of their own
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| (To some it might seem creepy what they do)
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| The neighbors on the right sat & watched them every night
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| (I bet you’d do the same if they was you)
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| Whizzing & pasting & pooting through the day
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| (Ronnie helping Kenny helping burn his poots away)
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| And all the while on a shelf in the shed
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| Kenny’s little creatures on display
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| Ronnie’s in the Army now & Kenny’s taking pills
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| Oh, how they yearn to see a bomber burn
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| Color flashing, thunder crashing, dynamite machine
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| Wait till the fire turns green
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| Wait till the fire turns green
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| Wait till the fire turns green
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| [Dick Kunc] This would be a little bit of vocal teen-age heaven, right here on Earth!
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| [Ronnie Williams, backwards] Dodn-do-do-dodn-dodn-dodn-dada
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| The idiot bastard son:
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| The father’s a Nazi in Congress today
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| The mother’s a hooker somewhere in L.A.
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| The idiot bastard son:
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| Abandoned to perish in back of a car
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| Kenny will stash him away in a jar ▶
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| The idiot boy!
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| [Jim Sherwood] I never won it because I was too small to start with
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| [?] How, look out!
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| [Jim Sherwood] I used to drink some bad stuff, wine, all kinds of wine! I would mix seven different varieties.
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| [Bunk Gardner] Had the hots for […]
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| [Jimmy Carl Black] Wah wah wah
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| [Bunk Gardner?] Over by the […]
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| [Jim Sherwood] Thunderbird wine. I don’t know but I chugged a fifth of White Port once and passed out one day (heh heh) and I drank a quart of beer just before that, and we were out riding around in the desert.
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| [Bunk Gardner] Anyway, Thomas’s wine mix is very strange
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| [Backwards]
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| At the college…
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| They sell it
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| Which one?
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| Wait! You […] that girl
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| No kiddin’?
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| Whoa, uh!
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| You showed ‘em
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| Drag the line!
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| Try and imagine the window all covered in green ▶
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| All the time he would spend
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| At the church he’d attend
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| Warming his pew
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| Kenny will feed him & Ronnie will watch
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| The child will thrive & grow
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| And enter the world
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| Of liars & cheaters & people like you
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| Who smile & think you know
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| What this is about
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| You think you know everything, maybe so
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| The song we sing, do you know?
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| We’re listening
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| The idiot boy!
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| Try and imagine the window all covered in green
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| All the time he would spend
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| All the colors he’d blend
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| Where are they now?
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| [Gary Kellgren] Right now I have two hit records on the charts, but it has not made me any money. It has only brought me fame and glory, and a lot of work. Which I do really not care to tell.
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| You’re a lonely little girl
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| But your Mommy & your Daddy don’t care
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| You’re a lonely little girl
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| The things they say just hurt your heart
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| It’s too late now for them to start
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| To understand the way you feel
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| The world for them is too unreal
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| So you’re lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely little girl
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ALL YOUR CHILDREN ARE POOR UNFORTUNATE VICTIMS OF SYSTEMS BEYOND THEIR CONTROL ▲
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Where did Annie go when she went to town?
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Who are all those creeps that she brings around?
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A PLAGUE UPON YOUR IGNORANCE & THE GRAY DESPAIR OF YOUR UGLY LIFE
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ALL YOUR CHILDREN ARE POOR UNFORTUNATE VICTIMS OF LIES
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Where did Annie go when she went…?
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| There will come a time when everybody who is lonely will be free to sing & dance & love
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| There will come a time when every evil that we know will be an evil that we can rise above
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| Who cares if hair is long or short or sprayed or partly grayed? We know that hair ain’t where it’s at
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| There will come a time when you won’t even be ashamed if you are fat
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| WAH WAH WAH WAH
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| La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
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| A-a-ah!
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| Diddle-diddle-dee
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| Diddle-diddle-dee
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| Diddle-diddle-dee
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| Diddle-diddle-dee
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| Diddle-diddle-dee
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| Diddle-diddle-dee
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| Diddle-diddle-dee
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| Diddle-diddle-dee
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| WAH WAH WAH WAH
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| There will come a time when everybody who is lonely will be free to sing & dance & love
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| Dance and love
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| There will come a time when every evil that we know will be an evil that we can rise above
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| Rise above
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| Who cares if you’re so poor you can’t afford to buy a pair of mod a go-go stretch-elastic pants?
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| There will come a time when you can even take your clothes off when you dance
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| What’s the ugliest part of your body?
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| Darling, when I…
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| What’s the ugliest part of your body?
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| Darling, when I look in your eyes…
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| Some say your nose
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| Some say your toes
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| My dearest, my darling, my… darling, darling
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| But I think it’s your mind
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| My darling
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| I think it’s your mind
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| The ugliest part of you, darling
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| I think it’s your mind
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| Your mind is ugly
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| I think it’s your mind
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| Your mind
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| I think it’s your mind
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| I think it’s your mind
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| I think your mind is the ugliest part of your body
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| Your body, your body, your body, your body
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| I think your mind is the ugliest part of your body
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| Your mind it’s ugly
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| I think your mind is the ugliest part of your body
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| Would you please leave my nose alone! ▶
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| Your body, your body
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| Let go of my nose, my nose, thank you!
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| Your body, your body
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| Do it again! Do it again!
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| We are the other people
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| We are the other people
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| We are the other people
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| You’re the other people too
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| Found a way to get to you
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| Do you think that I’m crazy? Out of my mind?
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| Do you think that I creep in the night and sleep in a phone booth?
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| Lemme take a minute & tell you my plan
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| Lemme take a minute & tell who I am
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| If it doesn’t show, think you better know I’m another person
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| Do you think that my pants are too tight?
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| Do you think that I’m creepy?
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| Lemme take a minute & tell you my plan
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| Lemme take a minute & tell who I am
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| If it doesn’t show, think you better know I’m another person
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| (The verse that really goes here has been censored out & recorded backwards in a special section at the end of side one… ▲)
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| We are the other people
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| We are the other people
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| We are the other people
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| You’re the other people too
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| Found a way to get to you
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| We are the other people
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| We are the other people
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| We are the other people
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| You’re the other people too
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| Found a way to get to you
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| Do you think that I love you, stupid & blind?
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| Do you think that I dream through the night of holding you near me?
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| [Instrumental]
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| Lemme take a minute & tell you my plan
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| Lemme take a minute & tell who I am
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| If it doesn’t show, think you better know I’m another person
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| [LP notes by FZ] Instructions for the use of this material…
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| READ CAREFULLY
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| 1) If you have already worked your way through “In the Penal Colony” by Franz Kafka, skip instructions 2, 3, 4.
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| 2) Everybody else: go dig up a book of short stories & read “In the Penal Colony”.
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| 3) DO NOT LISTEN TO THIS PIECE UNTIL YOU HAVE READ THE STORY.
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| 4) After you have read the story, put the book away & turn on the record player… it is now safe to listen (DO NOT READ & LISTEN AT THE SAME TIME).
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| 5) As you listen, think of the concentration camps in California constructed during World War II to house potentially dangerous oriental citizens… the same camps which many say are now being readied for use as part of the FINAL SOLUTION to the NON-CONFORMIST (hippy?) PROBLEM today. You might allow yourself (regardless of the length of your hair or how you feel about greedy wars and paid assassins) to imagine YOU ARE A GUEST AT CAMP REAGAN. You might imagine you have been invited to try out a wonderful new RECREATIONAL DEVICE (designed by Human Factors Engineering Lab as a method of relieving tension and pent-up hostilities among the members of the CAMP STAFF… a thankless job which gives little or no ego gratification… even for the chief warden).
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| 6) At the end of the piece, the name of YOUR CRIME will be carved on your back.
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| [Instrumental]
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| A-ha-hah!
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| Bwah-ha-ha!
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| Ha ha ha ha!
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| Nyah-ha-ha!
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| Ha ha ha… ha ha ha ha ha ha!
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| Nyah-ha-ha-ha!
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| Oh, arbitrary!
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| Nyah-ha-ha-ha!
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| Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
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| AH HA HA HA HA!
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| AH HA HA HA!
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| Arbitrary!
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| HA HA
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| Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
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| Bwah ha ha
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| Mmph ha ha ha!
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| Ha ha ha!
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| Ha ha ha!
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| AH HA HA HA HA!
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| AH HA HA HA!
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| Arbitrary!
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| HA HA
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| Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
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 Photo by Jerrold Schatzberg.jpg "(Inside of LP of 1968) Photo by Jerrold Schatzberg")
 Photo by Jerrold Schatzberg.jpg "(Back of LP of 1968) Photo by Jerrold Schatzberg")
 Photo by Jerrold Schatzberg.jpg "(Front of LP of 1968) Photo by Jerrold Schatzberg")
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