| [FZ] This here song might offend you some
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| [Davey Moire] If it does, it’s because you’re dumb
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| [FZ] That’s the way it is where I come from
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| [Davey Moire] If you’ve been there too, let me see your thumb
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| [FZ] Let me see your thumb
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| [Davey Moire] Ah, let me see your thumb
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| [FZ] Let me see your thumb
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| [Davey Moire] Ah, let me see your thumb
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| [FZ] Let me see your thumb
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| [Davey Moire] Ah, let me see your thumb
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| [FZ] Let me see your thumb
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| [Davey Moire] Ah, let me see your thumb
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| [FZ] Let me see your thumb
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| [Davey Moire] Ah, let me see your thumb
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| [FZ] Let me see your thumb
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| [Davey Moire] Ah, let me see your thumb
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| [FZ] Let me see your thumb
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| [Davey Moire] Ah, let me see your thumb
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| [FZ] Let me see your thumb
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| [Davey Moire] Ah, let me see your thumb
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| Show me your thumb if you’re really dumb
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| Show me your thumb if you’re really dumb
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| Show me your thumb if you’re really dumb
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| Show me your thumb if you’re DUMB
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| Hey, now better make a decision
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| Be a moron and keep your position
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| You oughta know now all your education
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| Won’t help you no-how, you’re gonna…
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| Wind up workin’ in a gas station
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| Wind up workin’ in a gas station
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| Wind up workin’ in a gas station
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| Wind up workin’ in a gas station
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| PUMPIN’ THE GAS EVERY NIGHT
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| PUMPIN’ THE GAS EVERY NIGHT
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| Wind up workin’ in a gas station
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| Wind up workin’ in a gas station
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| PUMPIN’ THE GAS EVERY NIGHT
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| PUMPIN’ THE GAS EVERY NIGHT
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| Wind up workin’ in a gas station
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| Wind up workin’ in a gas station
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| [FZ] Manny de Camper vants to buy some vite
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| [Davey Moire] Wind up workin’ in a gas station
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| Wind up workin’ in a gas station
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| Fish!
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| [FZ] Manny de Camper vants to buy some vite
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| [Davey Moire] Wind up workin’ in a gas station
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| Wind up workin’ in a gas station
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| Fish!
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| [FZ] Manny de Camper vants to buy some vite
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| [Davey Moire] Wind up workin’ in a gas station
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| Wind up workin’ in a gas station
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| Fish!
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| [FZ] Manny de Camper vants to buy some vite
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| [Davey Moire] Wind up workin’ in a gas station
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| Wind up workin’ in a gas station
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| Fish!
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| Wind up workin’ in a gas station
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| Wind up workin’ in a gas station
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| Wind up workin’ in a gas station
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| Wind up workin’ in a gas station
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| [FZ] Flies all green an’ buzzin’ in his dungeon of despair
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| Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes and scratch their matted hair
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| A tiny light from a window hole a hundred yards away
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| Is all they ever get to know about the regular life in the day
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| An’ it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin’ an’ weepin’ greenish drops
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| In the room where the giant fire puffer works an’ the torture never stops
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| The torture never stops
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| Slime an’ rot, rats an’ snot an’ vomit on the floor
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| Fifty ugly soldiers, man, holdin’ spears by the iron door
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| Knives an’ spikes an’ guns and the likes of every tool of pain
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| An’ a sinister midget with a bucket an’ a mop where the blood goes down the drain
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| An’ it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin’ an’ weepin’ greenish drops
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| In the room where the giant fire puffer works an’ the torture never stops
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| The torture never stops
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| The torture…
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| The torture…
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| The torture never stops
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| Flies all green an’ buzzin’ in his dungeon of despair
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| An Evil Prince eats a steamin’ pig in a chamber right near there
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| He eats the snouts an’ the trotters first
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| The loins an’ the groins is soon dispersed
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| His carvin’ style is well rehearsed
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| He stands and shouts:
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| “All men be cursed”
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| “All men be cursed”
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| “All men be cursed”
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| “All men be cursed”
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| And disagree, well, no-one durst
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| He’s the best of course of all the worst
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| Some wrong been done, he done it first
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| (Well, well) An’ he stinks so bad, his bones been chokin’ (Yeah) an’ weepin’ greenish drops
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| (Well) In the night of the iron sausage (Well) where the torture never stops
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| The torture never stops
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| The torture…
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| The torture…
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| The torture never stops
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| [Instrumental]
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| Flies all green an’ buzzin’ in his dungeon of despair
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| Who are all those people that is locked away down there?
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| Are they crazy?
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| Are they sainted?
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| Are they zeros someone painted?
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| It has never been explained since at first it was created
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| But a dungeon, like a sin
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| Requires naught but lockin’ in
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| Of everything that’s ever been
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| Look at her
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| Look at him
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| That’s what’s the deal we’re dealing in
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| That’s what’s the deal we’re dealing in
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| That’s what’s the deal we’re dealing in
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| That’s what’s the deal we’re dealing in
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| [FZ] I got a girl with a little rubber head
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| Rinse her out every night just before I go to bed
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| She never talk back like a lady might do
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| An’ she looks like she loves it every time I get through
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| And her name is P-I-N-K-Y
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| P-I-N, no lie
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| K-Y, me-oh-my
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| $69.95
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| Give her a try
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| P-I-N-K-Y
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| P-I-N, I cry
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| K-Y, don’t be shy
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| $69.95, boy
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| Give her a try
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| Her eyes is all shut in an ecstasy face
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| You can cram it down her throat, people, any old place
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| Throw the little switch on her battery pack
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| You can poot it, you can shoot it till your wife gets back
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| And her name is P-I-N-K-Y
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| P-I-N, I cry
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| K-Y, don’t be shy
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| $69.95, boy
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| Give her a try
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| I got a girl with a little rubber head
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| Rinse her out every night just before I go to bed
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| She never talk back like a lady might do
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| An’ she looks like she loves it every time I get through
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| Her eyes is all shut in an ecstasy face
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| You can cram it down her throat, people, any old place
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| Throw the little switch on her battery pack
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| You can poot it, you can shoot it till your wife gets back
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| You can poot it, you can shoot it till your wife gets back
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| You can poot it, you can shoot it till your wife gets back
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| You can poot it, you can shoot it till your wife gets back
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| You can poot it, you can shoot it till your wife gets back
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| [FZ] Find her finer, sneak up behind her
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| Wrapped like a mummy till you finally unwind her
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| Find her blinder, see who designed her
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| Act like a dummy till you finally grind her
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| If you should see a girl on the street
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| Now, maybe you might think she is sweet
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| But if you wanna tickle her treat
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| Now, really, what should you do?
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| Rat-tat-tat-tat ta-da
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| Don’t never let her know you are smart
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| The universe is no way to start
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| You gotta play it straight from the heart
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| She gwine renunciate you
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| That’s why you gotta…
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| Find her finer, sneak up behind her
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| Wrapped like a mummy till you finally unwind her
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| Find her blinder, see who designed her
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| Act like a dummy till you finally grind her
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| Now, maybe you might think this is crude
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| And maybe you might think I am rude
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| And maybe this approach I have spewed
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| Is not the one for you
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| Rat-tat-tat-tat ta-da
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| But believe me later on you’ll find
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| As you impress her with your mind
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| That you would just be left behind
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| For a wiser fool
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| So you might as well…
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| Find her finer, sneak up behind her
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| Wrapped like a mummy till you finally unwind her
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| Find her blinder, see who designed her
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| Act like a dummy till you finally grind her
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| [Repeat]
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| [Notes by FZ on “The Guitar World according to Frank Zappa” - 1987] This is one of the earliest examples of a technique I developed called Xenochrony (strange synchronizations). Other examples include “Rubber shirt” on “Sheik Yerbouti” and every guitar solo on “Joe’s Garage”, except “Watermelon in Easter hay”. In this technique various tracks from unrelated sources are randomly synchronized with each other to make a final composition with rhythmic relationships unachievable by other means. In ordinary polyrhythmic terms we speak of 5 in the space of 4, or 7 in the space of six. In Xenochrony we deal with larger units of time: a complete solo at one metronomic rate in the space of a track at another… sort of like Monday and Tuesday crammed into the space of Wednesday.
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| The solo and drone bass was recorded on a 2-track Nagra, 15 ips, with a pair of Neumann U-87 microphones in a rather wet-sounding dressing room, warming up before a concert at Hofstra University on Long Island. This pair of tracks was later Xenochronized to a drum track outtake from “The ocean is the ultimate solution”. The introductory orchestration was added next, and then the Höfner bass (recorded at half-speed), rhythmically splitting the difference between the two different track tempos.
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| [FZ] L.A. in the summer of ‘69
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| I went downtown and bought me some wine
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| Oh, I drank it down under the table
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| I said: “Watch me now, I’m gonna eat the label!”
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| Well, I’m a wino man
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| Don’t you know I am?
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| 36, 24, hips about 30
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| I seen a fine lady and I started talkin’ dirty
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| Boy, she looked over at me and she raised her thumb
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| She said: “Jam down the road, you bum-ba-bum-bum”
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| I’m a wino man
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| Don’t you know I am?
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| I went to the country
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| And while I was gone
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| I lost control of my body functions
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| On a roller-headed lady’s front lawn
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| I’m so ashamed, but I’m a wino man
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| I can’t help myself
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| I’ve been drinkin’ all night till my eyes got red
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| Stumbled on the gutter and busted my head
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| Bugs in my zoot suit, been scratchin’ like a dog
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| I can’t stand no water, and I stink like a hog
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| Give me a five-dollar bill
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| And an overcoat too
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| Give me a five-dollar bill
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| And an overcoat too
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| A five-dollar bill and an overcoat too
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| A five-dollar bill and a Florsheim shoe
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| [Instrumental]
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| Disco Boy
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| [FZ] Run to the toilet, honey
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| Comb your hair
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| Disco Boy
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| Pucker your lip an’ check your shoulder
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| ‘Cause some dandruff might be hidin’ there
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| Disco Boy, you’re the disco king
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| Aw, the Disco-Thing made you think someday
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| That you just might go somewhere
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| Disco Girl, you’re outasite
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| You need a Disco Boy to treat you right
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| He’ll do a lil’ dance
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| Take you home tonight
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| Leave his hair alone but you can kiss his comb
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| Disco Boy
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| Run to the toilet, boy
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| An’ comb your hair
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| Disco Boy
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| Shake it more ‘n three times an’ you’re playin’ with it
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| WOW!
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| While you’re standin’ there
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| Well
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| Disco Boy, do the Bump every night
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| ‘Til the Disco Girl who’s really right gonna fall for your line
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| An’ feed you a box fulla Chicken Delight
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| Disco chit-chat; so demure
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| Pump that booty all across the floor
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| A disco drink
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| A disco wink
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| “You never go doody” (that’s what you think)
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| “You never go doody” (that’s what you think)
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| “You never go doody” (that’s what you think)
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| Doody
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| Ah, go doody
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| Doody
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| “You never go doody”
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| Doody
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| “You never go doody”
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| Doody
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| “You never go doody”
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| Doody
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| “You never go doody”
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| Ah, baby, doody
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| No doody
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| Doody
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| Ah, baby, doody
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| Disco Boy
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| You got one more chance
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| To comb your hair again
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| Disco Boy
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| They’re closin’ the bar
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| And she’s leavin’ with your friend
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| Disco Boy, that’s the way it goes
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| So wipe your nose
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| An’ try it again to get a little laid tomorrow
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| Disco Boy, no one understands
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| But thank the Lord
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| That you still got hands to help you do that jerkin’ that’ll blot out your Disco Sorrow
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| It’s Disco Love tonight
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| Make sure you look all right
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| It’s Disco Love tonight
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| Make sure you look all right
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| [Instrumental]
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