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Live at The Palladium, NYC, NY - October 27-31, 1978
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Album notes by Molly Stein - October 2002
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“FRANK’S BACK”
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As are all things Zappa, this one can only be tiled under “weird”.
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I had been dreaming a lot about Frank at the time - my usual FZ sort of dream - in which something strange or funny or tragic is happening, and he’s always just sitting there smoking… very matter of fact… bored… just watching the human condition as it plays out before him.
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Early one morning after I’d had one of my FZ dreams, I was driving to a photo shoot and still only barely awake, when out of the corner of my eye I saw a sign that said: “FRANK IS BACK”. I almost drove off of the road. I managed to pull the car over, and noticed that there was this little ghost situated under the sign with an American flag hanging right beside it. I had to laugh. Then, I took this picture.
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At the time, I thought if Frank ever did come back that this would probably be how he’d do it.
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Album notes by Carl Baugher - October 2002
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A 5.1 HALLOWEEN WITH FRANK ZAPPA
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When DTS approached the Zappa Family to propose what became the release you are now greedily fondling, synchronicity was surely in the air. Consider, for instance, that the source material eventually settled on by Vaultmeister Joe Travers and Dweezil Zappa was originally recorded live to 24 track analog tape by engineer Joe Ciccarelli in 1978. Guess who DTS proposed as the person to mix the 5.1 version of whatever the Zappas came up with? You guessed it, the very same Joe C. And what about the fact that FZ himself was way ahead of the techno-curve (as usual) back in the seventies (quad), through to digital and into the early nineties with his multi-channel (6!) playback system at home? It’s quite clear that Frank envisioned his multi-track recordings in a multi-channel format. Sounds like a lot of stuff that’s somehow supposed to happen, right? FZ masters and a DTS 5.1 mix. What could be more natural? Well, as it turns out, that’s exactly what it is. And you’re holding the rather spectacular proof.
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OK, so what we have here is a brand new 5.1 mix from the 24 track analog originals. After the 1978 Halloween shows (of which there were five, culminating with an approximately four-hour show on Halloween night), FZ went into the studio and physically excised masters from the original tapes with a razor blade. The stuff he liked best he compiled together on master reels. The rest of the stuff is scattered across dozens of reels. When it came time to put together this disc, the issue of sequencing, pacing and continuity became the order of the day. In other words, Joe and Dweezil needed to come up with about 70 minutes that played like a show, with all the ebb and flow and peaks and valleys of a continuous performance.
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The only answer was to go back to the vault, find all the original material, listen to it and decide what should go on the finished program. It was a long, tedious task, to say the least. The starting point, of course, were FZ’s preferred performances. The result is that about half of the tunes you hear were FZ’s personal choices and the other half were laboriously (and intelligently, I might add) compiled by Joe and Dweezil from the vault tapes. So what they ended up with was a sort of super Halloween show from 1978 that sounds and feels like a single performance.
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The 5.1 mix allows you to hear considerably more detail from the original multi-track tapes than was ever possible before. Details like the rear-hall, slap-back echo of Frank’s guitar. Or the same type of ambient trail on the dynamic rack toms. Or the subtle differences between the two electric basses. I could go on and on but you’ll hear it all. Of course, there’s also the use of audience ambiance. This mix really places you in the middle of the hall. Close your eyes and you’re damned near transported to The Palladium on that date. I swear it’s that convincing.
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But exciting as this multi-channel mix most certainly is, the most important thing with any FZ release is the music and performances. A little background is in order. Frank Zappa had a special fondness for Halloween, his Favorite Holiday. And there was something about that annual concert series in New York City that seemed to always conjure up memorable, and in some instances, magical performances. The 1978 shows were full of many such moments. These shows also happen to feature one of the most technically adept and interestingly configured bands of FZ’s career. Consider that the ‘78 Halloween band featured two of everything: basses, guitars, keyboards and percussion. A double quartet, so to speak.
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And what players! Has there ever been a better drummer than Vinnie Colaiuta? Add to Vinnie’s seemingly impossible mastery of meter the tuned percussion of Ed Mann and there’s not much in the rhythm department left unattended. And what about the amazing tandem basses of fretless Patrick O’Hearn and fretted Arthur Barrow? These guys not only stayed out of each other’s way but they provided fascinating counterpoint to each other. When not playing perfect unison lines together, that is. Denny Walley’s guitar playing and vocal support were key elements and the two keyboardists (Tommy Mars and Peter Wolf) provided the kind of harmonic underpinning to Zappa’s complex arrangements that often bordered on orchestral. And for a little spice on top, how about the electric violin soloing of special guest L. Shankar? Whew.
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It bears repeating: this really is a time capsule experience thanks to the realism of the mix and the intensity of the performances. But one thing is certain: you will be returned to the present when this disc is finished playing.
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That’s why I’m going back to Halloween 1978 with Frank Zappa right now.
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In DTS 5.1.
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Again and again. Any time I feel like it.
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[Album notes by Carl Baugher] “Ancient armaments” was previously available, albeit briefly, as a B side to “I don’t wanna get drafted”. The opener here (as it was at the Halloween show) features FZ’s probing, virtuosic guitar solo. Of particular note is the way Vinnie’s drums suspend and comment on the rhythmic pulse while the basses keep everything moving forward. The dialog between the drums and lead guitar offers a fascinating glimpse at FZ’s concept within the context of the composition. To call it a brilliant tour de force would not be overstating the case.
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[Instrumental]
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[FZ] Awright. This is it, this is The Big One!
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Happy Halloween everybody!
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(Hi, Debbie)
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[Guy in the audience] THIS IS FRANK ZAPPA ON HALLOWEEN, HE’S LIKE GUY LOMBARDO ON NEW YEARS!
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[FZ] Awright. Let me tell you what I’m gonna do tonight. Tonight, since this is The Big One, we’re going to play a very long show. I hope… I hope you people aren’t in a hurry to get home. (Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute. Keep it. OK. What am I supposed to do with this? Write on it? Alright. Look, look. Here, here. I’ll tell ya… Whose was this? Hey! Don’t mash each other, move back). Now look (Hi!) what we’re going to do, for those of you who have been here before… (Stop! Stop! Stop! Silence! Listen! Here). An important announcement: for those of you who have been here before John. We are going to play a whole… We’re gonna play a whole collection of stuff that we don’t normally do. But before we do that… we are going to play our normal show for those of you who haven’t seen any of the other shows. So, if you already know the songs to the normal show, sing along. And if you don’t, hope you enjoy it. Let me… Let me introduce ya to the members of our rocking teen-age combo:
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This is Vince Colaiuta on drums
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Arthur Barrow on bass
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Patrick O’Hearn on bass
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Tommy Mars on keyboards
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Denny Walley on guitar
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Peter Wolf on keyboards
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Ed Mann on percussion
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And a little bit later on, L. Shankar on violin
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OK. The name of this song is “Dancin’ fool”.
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[Album notes by Carl Baugher] “Dancing fool” picks up the tempo (second of the two tunes in their original sequence from the Halloween show) with a level of ensemble precision that is downright dazzling. The depth of the new mix is especially impressive. Listen to the background vocals and keyboards. Frank has fun with the audience and seems to be enjoying himself immensely.
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[FZ] One, two, three, four
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I don’t know much about dancin’, that’s why I got this song
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One of my legs is shorter than the other ▶ an’ both my feet’s too long
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‘Course now right along with ‘em, I got no natural rhythm
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But I go dancin’ every night, hopin’ one day I might get it right
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I’m a… dancin’ fool
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I’m a… dancin’ fool
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I’m a… dancin’ fool
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I’m a… dancin’ fool
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I hear that beat, I jump outta my seat, but I can’t compete
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‘Cause I’m a… dancin’ fool
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I’m a… dancin’ fool
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The disco folks all dressed up like they’s fit to kill
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I walk on in an’ see ‘em there gonna give them all a thrill
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When they see me comin’ they all steps aside
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They has a fit while I commit my social suicide
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I’m a… dancin’ fool
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I’m a… dancin’ fool
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I’m a… dancin’ fool
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I’m a… dancin’ fool
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The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
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Wrong
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The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
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Wrong
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The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
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Wrong
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The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
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Wrong
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The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
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The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
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The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
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The beat goes on an’ I’m so wrong
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I may be totally wrong but I’m a… dancin’ fool
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I may be totally wrong but I’m a… dancin’ fool
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I got it all together now with my very own disco clothes, hey!
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My shirt’s half open, just t’show you my chain an’ the spoon for up my nose
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“I am really somethin’”, that’s what you’d probably say
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So smoke your little smoke, drink your little drink, while I dance all night away
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I’m a… dancin’ fool
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I’m a… dancin’ fool
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I’m a… dancin’ fool
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I’m a… dancin’ fool
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He’s a… dancin’ fool
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I may be totally wrong but I’m a…
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I may be totally wrong but I’m a…
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I may be totally wrong but I’m a…
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I may be totally wrong but I’m a FOOL-UH
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Yeah!
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Say, darlin’… can I buy ya a drink?
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Ki-ni-shinai!
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Are you lookin’ for Mister Goodbar?
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You look like you’re lookin’ for Mister Goodbar
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Ki-ni-shinai!
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Wait a minute… I’ve got it… you’re an Italian!
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You’re Jewish?
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Ki-ni-shinai!
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Love your nails…
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What sign are you?
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[Girl in the audience] Pisces. Pisces!
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[FZ] Oh, you like the water? Where’s that little bag?
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Ki-ni-shinai!
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(Wait, I can’t sign all these things right now. I gotta sing a… I gotta sing a show. Whose was this? OK)
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Ki-ni-shinai!
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Ki-ni-shinai!
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Hi! How ya doin’? Come up here.
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Ki-ni-shinai!
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It’s my little friend from TV, huh?
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[Girl from TV] Hi!
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Ki-ni-shinai!
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[FZ] OK. Let’s do it, let’s do it again. Just like we were on television. Ready?
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Ki-ni-shinai!
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Are you lookin’ for Mister Goodbar?
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[Girl from TV] Yup!
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Ki-ni-shinai!
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[FZ] Wait a minute. I got it. You must be an Italian!
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[Girl from TV] No
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[FZ] You’re Jewish? Love your nails…
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Ki-ni-shinai!
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You must be a Libra…
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No, what sign are you really?
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[Girl from TV] Scorpio
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[FZ] A Scorpeeeeyo. Oh, my goodness…
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Ki-ni-shinai!
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Your place or mine?
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[Album notes by Carl Baugher] “Easy meat” (from the second show on 10/27) has an energetic Denny Walley lead vocal and a ripping FZ solo full of high-speed hammer-ons and pull-offs while the band surges behind him. Frank was really one of the very few rock guitarists who approached his solos as spontaneous compositions. That fact is abundantly evident in this “Easy meat” solo. Check out the bass harmony against the guitar melody before the vocal comes back in.
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[Denny Walley] This girl is easy meat
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I seen her on the street
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See-through blouse ▶ an’ a tiny little dress
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Her manner indiscreet…
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I knew she was…
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Easy, easy, easy meat
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Easy, easy, easy meat
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Easy, easy…
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Easy, easy…
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Easy meat, easy meat, easy meat, easy meat
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She wanna take me home
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Make me sweat and moan
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Rub my head and beat me off
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With a copy of Rolling Stone
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I knew she was…
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Easy, easy, easy meat
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Easy, easy, easy meat
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Easy, easy…
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Easy, easy…
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Easy meat, easy meat, easy meat, easy meat
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[Instrumental]
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[Denny Walley] I told her I was late
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I had another date
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I can’t get off on the Rolling Stone
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But the robots think it’s great…
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I knew she was…
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Easy, easy, easy meat
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Easy, easy, easy meat
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Easy, easy…
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Easy, easy…
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Easy meat, easy meat, easy meat, easy meat
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Easy…
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Whoaahhh! You know the girl’s so easy
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Easy…
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Ohhh, I saw her tiny titties through her see-through blouse
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I just had to take the girl to my house
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Easy… MEAT!
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[Album notes by Carl Baugher] Ed Mann’s percussion takes a major role in the line on “Magic fingers”, a composite performance from the 27th and 31st. Once again, ensemble execution is so tight it squeaks.
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Ooh, the way you love me, lady
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I get so hard now I could die
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Ooh, the way you love me, sugar
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I get so hard now I could die
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Open up your pocketbook, get another quarter out
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Drop it in the meter, mama, try me on for size
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Open up your pocketbook, get another quarter out
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Drop it in the meter, mama, try me on for size
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Ooh, the way you squeeze me, baby
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Red balloons just pop behind my eyes
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Ooh, the way you squeeze me, girl
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Red balloons just pop behind my eyes
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Open up your pocketbook, get another quarter out
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Drop it in the meter, mama, try me on for size
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Open up your pocketbook, get another quarter out
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Drop it in the meter, mama, try me on for size
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Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooh
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You got that kind of love that lingers
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Ooo-ooo-ooo-ooh
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This here bed’s got Magic Fingers
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[FZ] Been a-rollin’ in the bed since the show got out
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Now I’m gettin’ weak in the knees
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Must have did it eighty, ninety times, it might have been a hundred
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But you’re the kind of girl that I really wanna please
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You’re the kind of girl that I really wanna please
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Do you really wanna please me?
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You know I do
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Tell me why you do it? I really wanna know
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Well, it wouldn’t be right for me to tell you tonight
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You better tell me right away or I dress up and go!
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Don’t get mad, it ain’t no big thing
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You better tell me right away, don’t you treat me cold
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HOLD IT, HOLD IT, HOLD IT, HOLD IT
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I’m holding it
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It’s good for you
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I’m holding it
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It’s good for you
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I’m holding it
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It’s good for you
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I’m holding it
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Alright, Halloween people, you can let go of it now!
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[FZ] Dreamed I was an Eskimo
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Frozen wind began to blow
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Under my boots an’ around my toe
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Frost had bit the ground below
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It was a hundred degrees below zero
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And my momma cried:
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“You don’t really look like an Eskimo”
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And my momma cried again:
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“You don’t really look like an Eskimo”
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And my momma cried one more time:
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“You don’t really look like an Eskimo
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Nanook, no, no
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Nanook, no, no
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Don’t be a naughty Eskimo
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Save your money: don’t go to the show”
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Well, I turned around an’ I said:
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“HO HO”
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Well, I turned around an’ I said:
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“HO HO”
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Well, I turned around an’ I said one more time:
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“HO HO”
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An’ the northern lites commenced t’glow
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“WATCH OUT WHERE THE HUSKIES GO
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AN’ DON’T YOU EAT THAT YELLOW SNOW
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WATCH OUT WHERE THE HUSKIES GO
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AN’ DON’T YOU EAT THAT YELLOW SNOW”
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[FZ] Conehead…
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She ain’t really dumb
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She’s just a conehead…
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‘Tater chip crumbs all over her face
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Is there any more beer stashed away at her place?
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She’s just a conehead…
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She can’t help herself
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“She’s a conehead girl”
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Pitch her a ring
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That is the thing that’s getting her hot-uh
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A hoop or a ring goin’ over the top
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Of her conehead
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“She is from a small town in France
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An’ she’s a conehead girl, you know”
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That’s what she gives me is a, wuh
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Conehead
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When she’s on her knees the point is so high
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High!
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I keep sayin’: “Please keep it out of my eye”
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‘Cause she’s a conehead
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Remulak, Remulak, Remulak
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I’m comin’ back
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Remulak, Remulak, Remulak
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Heh heh heh heh
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Remulak, Remulak, Remulak
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I’m comin’ back
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Remulak, Remulak
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Everybody!
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Remulak, Remulak, Remulak
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I’m comin’ back
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Remulak, Remulak, Remulak
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Har har har har
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Remulak, Remulak, Remulak
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I’m comin’ back
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Remulak, Remulak
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OK, Shankar, take it away!
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[Instrumental]
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[Album notes by Carl Baugher] Once again, Vinnie turns up the heat in an incredible drum display that carries over into his solo section (called “Zeets” from Halloween night). You probably don’t need to be told what happens during the drum solo. In any case, I won’t spoil the surprise. Suffice it to say that 5.1 fans will he pleased.
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[Album notes by Carl Baugher] “Stink-foot” was another Halloween night performance and it’s next. FZ’s vocal is especially expressive. His vocal inflections, improvisations and phrasing are all top-notch. People sometimes forget what a good singer Frank really was. A long spoken word interaction with the crowd is the launching pad for another FZ solo and it’s a beauty. Being a guitarist himself, Dweezil has seen to it that these tracks convey some pretty amazing guitar sounds. Guitar nuts will drool over Frank’s tone throughout but especially on “Stink-foot”. Frank spins a long, twisting web of guitar invention that you can just about get lost in. If you don’t already know it, let it herein be stated again: Frank Zappa was one of the greatest electric guitarists who ever lived. The list of his true peers would be very short, especially where innovation and originality are concerned. Let’s see, Frank, Jimi Hendrix… Oh well. “Save the frenzy tor the English groups”, as Frank says.
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[FZ] In the dark, where all the fevers grow
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Under the water, where the shark bubbles blow
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In the mornin’, by yer radio
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Do the walls close in t’suffocate ya?
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You ain’t got no friends… an’ all the others: they hate ya
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Does the life you been livin’ gotta go, huh?
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Let me straighten you out about a place I know…
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(Now get yer shoes an’ socks on, people, it’s right aroun’ the corner over by Delsener’s house)
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Out through the night an’ the whispering breezes
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To the place where they keep the imaginary diseases
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Out through the night an’ the whispering breezes
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To the place where they keep the imaginary diseases
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(That’s right!)
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(And the an— the answer to your question is… in January. OK?)
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Now, you know, scientists call this disease… bromhidrosis
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And, well, they should
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But us regular folks, who might wear a tennis shoe or an occasional python boot ▶, know this exquisite little inconvenience by the name of… STINK FOOT
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(That’s right!)
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[FZ] Wait a minute. You look… You look very familiar. Are you the guy? You’re the guy? C’mere. Get up here. Ladies and gentlemen, I don’t know how many of you people were at the Garrick Theater in ‘67, in the olden days. There’s probably very few of you left but, way back when, there were… there were these two guys that used to come to all the shows back then. Called themselves “Loeb and Leopold”. Well. Maybe it was their real name. I don’t know. What is your real name?
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[Mark Trottiner] Mark Trottiner
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[FZ] Yes. It’s so nice to see you again. You know what this guy used to do? You know what his idea of a good time ▶ was in those days? He would run up onto the stage and he would take the microphone and he would scream into it as loud as he could and then he would lay on the stage and wait for me to spit Pepsi-Cola all over his body, right?
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Whaddaya say? Heh heh heh. No, never mind. He’s all grown up now. That was ten years ago. It’s OK. Yeah. OK. Well, it’s nice to see you again. Awright. Well, I’ll get a… I’ll get some Coca-Cola and give ya a little treat there in a while. OK.
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Scientists call this disease bromhidrosis
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And, well, they should
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But us regular folks, who might wear a tennis shoe or an occasional python boot ▶, know this exquisite little inconvenience by the name of… STINK FOOT
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(That’s right!)
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You know, my python boot was too tight
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Couldn’t get it off last night
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A week went by, an’ now it’s July
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I finally got it off an’ my girlfriend cry
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She said: “STINK FOOT!
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Stink foot, darlin’
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Your stinkin’ foot puts the hurts on my nose!
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Stink foot! Stink foot! I ain’t lyin’
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Can you rinse it off, d’you suppose?”
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Well, here Fido! Here Fido! ▶
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Bring the slippers, little puppy
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Yes, that’s a good dog
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And here he comes now
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“Arf arf arf arf”
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SICK!
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[Instrumental]
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[FZ] Awright. Awright. Awright, awright. Awreety, awrighty. OK. OK, now look. Let me explain something to you. Let me explain this to you. Just save the frenzy for the English groups. Hold it just a second. Listen. Here… Here’s my plan. Ordinarily, y’know, we’ve played in New York so many times and we do the same encore all the time. Now some of you people hate this song and some of you people wanna hear it. For those of you who hate it, sorry, we’re gonna do it for the ones who like it. But we’ll… we’ll give you something else to go along with it. The… The song in question… Here. C’mere. OK. What’s your name?
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[Michelle] Michelle
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[FZ] Awright, Michelle. Where’s your friend? OK. Bring your friend up here. OK. What’s your name?
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[Alice] Alice
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[FZ] Michelle and Alice are going to be my assistants for this song. Now. You know the part here. Just stand right there. I’ll join you momentarily. OK? The name of this song is “Dinah-moe humm”.
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[Album notes by Carl Baugher] “Dinah-moe humm”, the tune some hardcore Zappa fanatics love to hate, derives from the first show on the 27th - it’s up-tempo and entertaining. The crowd eats it up, especially given the audience participation element. The bass players get a chance to discofy the tune during the “Buns up” section.
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[FZ] One, two, three, four
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I couldn’t say where she’s comin’ from
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But I just met a lady named Dinah-moe humm
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She stroll on over, say: “Look here, bum
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I got a forty-dollar bill says you can’t make me cum
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(No way! Y’ jes’ can’t do it)”
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She made a bet with her sister who’s a little bit dumb
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She could prove it any time all men was scum
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I don’t mind that she called me a bum
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But I knew right away she was really gonna cum
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(So I got down to it)
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I whipped off her bloomers an’ stiffened my thumb
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An’ applied rotation on her ✄ sugar plum
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I poked an’ stroked till my wrist got numb
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But I still didn’t hear no Dinah-moe humm
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Dinah-moe humm
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Dinah-moe humm
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Dinah-moe humm
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Where’s this Dinah-moe comin’ from?
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I done spent three hours an’ I ain’t got a crumb
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From the Dinah-moe, Dinah-moe, Dinah-moe
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From the Dinah-moe humm
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Got a spot that gets me hot
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But you ain’t been to it
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Got a spot that gets me hot
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You ain’t been to it
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Got a spot that gets me hot
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You ain’t been to it
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Got a spot that gets me hot
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You ain’t been to it
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And I can’t get into it unless I get out of it
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And I gotta be out of it before I get into it
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And I can’t get into it unless I get out of it
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And I gotta be out of it before I get into it
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She looked over at me with a glazed eye and some bovine perspiration on her upper lip area, and she said, and I quote:
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“Just get…”
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[Alice] “… me wasted an’ you’re half-way there
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‘Cause if my mind’s tore up then my body don’t care”
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[FZ] I rubbed my chinny-chin-chin an’ said: “My-my-my
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What sort of thing might this lady get high upon?”
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The forty-dollar bill didn’t matter no more
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When her sister got nekkid an’ laid on the floor
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She said Dinah-moe might win the bet
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But she could use a little (yaw!) if I wasn’t done yet
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I told her just because the sun want a place in the sky
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No reason to assume I wouldn’t give her a try
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So I pulled on her hair
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Got her legs in the air
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An’ asked if she had any cooties in there
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Whaddya mean cooties? No cooties on me!
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She was buns-up kneelin’
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BUNS-UP!
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I was wheelin’ an’ dealin’
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WHEELIN’ AN’ DEALIN’ AN’ OOOOH!
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She surrender to the feelin’
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SWEETLY SURRENDERED!
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She started in to squealin’
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Dinah-moe watched from the edge of the bed
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With her lips just a-twitchin’ an’ her face gone red
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Some drool rollin’ down from the edge of her chin
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While she saw the condition her sister was in
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She quivered an’ quaked an’ clutched at herself
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Her sister made a joke about her mental health
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Until Dinah-moe finally did give in
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But I told her all she really needed was some discipline… ▶
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So I said…
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Very succinctly, I said:
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“Kiss my aura… Dora…”
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(Well, come on, you can do better than that, I mean, hey!)
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And the reason I said that was because, you see, it’s real angora
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Now, would you all like some more-a?
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Right here on the flora?
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An’ how ‘bout you, Fauna?
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Do you wanna?
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Awright. Now we’re going back to the beginning of the song. This time, clap your hands, please, and sing along with it if you know the words. Awright? OK? One, two, three, four.
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You can dance if you want
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I couldn’t say where she’s comin’ from
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But I just met a lady named Dinah-moe humm
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She stroll on over, say: “Look here, bum
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I got a forty-dollar bill says you can’t make me cum
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(No way! Y’ jes’ can’t do it)”
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She made a bet with her sister who’s a little bit dumb
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She could prove it any time all men was scum
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I don’t mind that she called me a bum
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But I knew right away she was really gonna cum
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(So I got down to it)
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I whipped off her bloomers an’ stiffened my thumb
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An’ applied rotation on her sugar plum
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I poked an’ stroked till my wrist got numb
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An’, you know, I heard some Dinah-moe humm
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Dinah-moe humm
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Dinah-moe
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Dinah-moe
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Dinah-moe
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Dinah-moe!
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Dinah-moe
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Dinah-moe
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Dinah-moe!
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Dinah-moe
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Dinah-moe
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Dinah-moe
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Dinah-moe
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Dinah-moe
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Dinah-moe
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Dinah-moe!
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Dinah-moe
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Dinah-moe!
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Dinah-moe
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Dinah-moe!
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Dinah-moe
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Dinah-moe!
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Dinah-moe
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Awright, awright, awright, ahargh-a! OK, this… (Thank you very much for assisting me with it). Awright. Now look. Th— that… That song has uh… transcended from the realm of the music— musical into the realm of folklore, you know. It’s almost a ritualistic experience at this particular hall. Awright.
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[FZ] The name of this song is “Camarillo Brillo”
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One, two, three, four
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She had that Camarillo Brillo
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Flamin’ out along her head
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I mean her Mendocino bean-o
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By where some bugs had made it red
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She ruled the toads of the Short Forest ▶
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And every newt in Idaho
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And every cricket who had chorused
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By the bush in Buffalo
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She said she was a magic mama
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And she could throw a mean tarot
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And carried on without a comma
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That she was someone I should know
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She had a snake for a pet
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And an amulet
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And she was breeding a dwarf
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But she wasn’t done yet
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She had gray-green skin
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A doll with a pin
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I told her she was awright
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But I couldn’t come in
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(Actually, I was very busy then…)
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And so she wandered through the doorway
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Just like a shadow from the tomb
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She said her stereo was four-way
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An’ I’d just love it in her room
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Well, I was born to have adventure
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So I just followed up the steps
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Right past her fuming incense stencher
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To where she hung her castanets
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She stripped away her rancid poncho
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An’ laid out naked by the door
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We did it till we were un-concho
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An’ it was useless any more
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She had a snake for a pet
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And an amulet
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And she was breeding a dwarf
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But she wasn’t done yet
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She had gray-green skin
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A doll with a pin
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I told her she was awright
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But I couldn’t come in
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And so she wandered through the doorway
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Just like a shadow from the tomb
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You know, she said her stereo was four-way
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I bet it was, you know what I mean?
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An’ I would just love it, hey, up in her room, you know
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You know what happens when you go up there
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Well, I was born to have adventure
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So I just followed up the steps
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Right past her fuming incense stencher
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To where she hung her castanets
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I chewed my way through her rancid panocha
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She laid buck naked over by the door
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We did it till we were un-concho
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(That’s right!)
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And, oh God, it was useless any more
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(That’s right!)
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It was useless any more
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(Put that bong down!)
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Yes, it was useless any more
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[Album notes by Carl Baugher] With a dramatic flourish, “Camarillo Brillo” turns into “Muffin man” and this is where the disc really gets interesting. Major guitar excitement just around the corner, kids. Hang on to your hats. With a soaring overdriven tone, FZ’s “Muffin man” solo is way too short. But the best is yet to come.
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[FZ] That’s right: “Muffin man”
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Girl, you thought he was a man but he was a muffin
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He hung around till you found that he didn’t know nuthin’
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Sing along!
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Girl, you thought he was a man but he only was a-puffin’
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No cries is heard in the night as a result of him stuffin’
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Now we’re gonna stuff it in for you one time
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[Instrumental]
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[FZ] Awright. Now this… this is gonna be the last song. This one here is gonna be the last song. The name of this song is “Black napkins”.
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[Album notes by Carl Baugher] The “Black napkins/Deathless horsie” performance that ends this compilation (and the last song played on Halloween night) is about as special as they come. Always one of FZ’s most lyrical and beautiful themes, it’s given a tender, expansive treatment here. Frank seems to be pouring everything he has into this solo. He invents bar after bar of ceaselessly creative melody. At the risk of sounding mystical, there’s something magical going on here! FZ brings all his skill, technique and inventive imagination to bear on this tune. He begins to go further and further from the tonal center of the composition as it he was literally straining at the harmonic leash of the song. Folks, I’ve heard a lot of Frank Zappa guitar solos in my life but this one is without question the most adventurous I’ve ever heard him play. Dweezil commented: “That’s about as far as Frank ever went”. Amen. And then, seemingly out of nowhere, we’re in the land of “The deathless horsie” with the band following in a perfect transition. L. Shankar begins to play and the guitar takes a breather. Everything gets quiet and Frank’s guitar states the long, final benediction over this wonderful event filled with musical delights. Listen to that gorgeous cut-time restatement of the “Black napkins” theme by FZ toward the end. Wow. The only thing that remains is to introduce the band.
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