cdiv. ZAPPA, Frank (1940-1993)
from: You Are What You Is
Zappa built his home studio (The Utility Muffin Research Kitchen) in 1979, after the Warner Bros. suit was settled.
The first Zappa Records release was going to a triple-album (Warts and All), but FZ eventually thought it too unwieldy, and changed his plans for a single-album entitled Crush All Boxes.
Eventually, he concentrated on the material which resulted in Sheik Yerbouti (1979, the first release on his own label) and this fantastic album.
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The "Beautiful Suite" consists of six separate tracks, which form a sort of mini-oratorio ...
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Society Pages
FZ, vocals
Ray White, vocals, guitar
Ike Willis, vocals, guitar
Denny Walley, slide guitar
Tommy Mars, keyboards
Arthur Barrow, bass
David Logeman, drums
You're the ol' lady from the society pages
From a small town somewhere I used to be
You owned the paper and a bunch of other stuff
That didn't appeal to me
OL' LADY, OL' LADY
OL' LADY, OL' LADY
OL' LADY, OL' LADY
OL' LADY, OL' LADY
The hospital plans (yer brother drew 'em all)
You ran the paper 'n the Charity Ball
Every day on the third or fourth page
There you was ... you was quite the rage
Somehow, you was all kinda cheap 'n wrong
Just like in a lotta small towns
Where folks like you
Hang around too long
And pass out jobs to yer relatives 'n such
So you all keeps a lot, 'cept but nobody else
Ever gets too much ... to speak of ...
So what? What can you say?
So long as the trash gets picked up
So long as the trash gets locked up
Just so the trash don't stack up
Some day you won't be on page three
Or page four anymore
OL' LADY, OL' LADY
OL' LADY, OL' LADY
OL' LADY, OL' LADY
OL' LADY, OL' LADY
By the grace of God you had a son
He's the one and only one
He grew up and by and by
He came to be a Beautiful Guy
I'm a Beautiful Guy
FZ, vocals
Ike Willis, vocals, guitar
Ray White, vocals, guitar
Steve Vai, stunt guitar
Tommy Mars, keyboards
Arthur Barrow, bass
David Logeman, drums
I'm a beautiful guy
And you have walked by
And I have gave you the eye
But you pretend to be shy
But I'm a beautiful guy
(You know what I mean? You know what I mean?)
And so I want you to know why, why, why
You make me cry, cry, cry
'Cause you want to try, try try
Some stupid game on me
They're drinking lighter
They're full of water
I hear them say:
"Let's jog ..."
They're playing tennis
Their butts are tighter
What could be whiter?
Hey?
Your athletic approach has a lot of appeal
The girl is responding to your little deal
She's modern 'n empty 'n totally vain
But beauty, of course, can feel no pain
No pain
No pain
No pain
Beauty Knows No Pain
FZ,vocals
Ray White, vocals
Ike Willis, vocals
Bob Harris, vocals
Steve Vai, stunt guitar
Tommy Mars, keyboards
Arthur Barrow, bass
David Logeman, drums
Motorhead Sherwood, snorks
Jimmy Carl Black, voice
Moon Zappa, voice
Beauty knows no pain
So what you cryin' about
Girl
Beauty knows no pain
So what you cryin' about
Girl
Beauty knows no
Beauty knows no
Beauty knows no
Even if yer plain
You could be tryin' it out
Girl
Even if yer plain
You could be tryin it out
Girl
Beauty is no
Beauty is no
Beauty is no
Beauty is a bikini wax 'n waitin' for yer nails to dry
Beauty is a colored pencil, scribbled all around yer eye
Beauty is a pair of shoes that makes you wanna die
Beauty is a
Beauty is a
Beauty is a
Lie
But you don't care if it's a lie
'Cause you are such a beautiful guy
(Hi, girls!)
Your head is north, your feet is south
And you save the rest for Charlie's mouth
Your head is north
Your feet is south
And you save the rest for
CHARLIE'S ENORMOUS MOUTH
ENORMOUS MOUTH
CHARLIE ...
" ... and it doesn't have that stale aftertaste!"
Charlie's Enormous Mouth
FZ, vocals
Ike Willis, vocals
Ray White, vocals
Bob Harris, vocals
Steve Vai, stunt guitar
Tommy Mars, keyboards
Arthur Barrow, bass
David Logeman, drums
Charlie's enormous mouth, well, it's awright
The girl got a very large mouth, but it's awright
Her teeth look okay
She must be brushin' 'em quite a bit
'Course her mouth is extra large
'N we can only assume as to how
She's been usin' it
Charie's enormous mouth, well, it's awright
The girl got a very large mouth, but it's awright
She got lips all around the hole
Where she puts her food in
They call it THE MOUTH
They call it THE MOUTH
They call it THE MOUTH
Which is as good a place as any for a tongue
To include in, that's why
They call it THE MOUTH
They call it THE MOUTH
They call it THE MOUTH
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
(Kinda young
Kinda wow ...)
Charlie's enormous nose, well, it's all white
The girl got a very large nose but it's all white
She once was okay
But she's been blowin' it quite a bit
'Course her friends are extra large
'N we can only assume as to how
She's been choosin' it
Charlie's enormous nose, well, it's all white
The girl got a very large nose, but it's all white
She got stuff all around the hole
Where she puts her spoon in
They call it THE NOSE
They call it THE NOSE
They call it THE NOSE
And when it finally rots away I guess you'd
Prob'ly drive a truck in ... they used to
Call it THE NOSE
They called it THE NOSE
They called it THE NOSE
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
(Kinda young
Kinda dead ...)
Charlie's disgusting brain, well, it's all black
The girl got a very dead brain, it won't come back
She used to convey
But then she took an extra hit
'Course her friends are extra dumb
'N they were terribly excited while they
Watched her doin' it
Charlie's disgusting brain, well it's all black
The girl got a very dead brain, it won't come back
She got dirt all around the hole
Where they dumbed her box in
They call it THE GRAVE
They call it THE GRAVE
They call it THE GRAVE
Which is as good a place as any for a
Chump to repose in ... that's why they
Call it THE GRAVE
They call it THE GRAVE
They call it THE GRAVE
Any Downers?
FZ, vocals, guitar
Ike Willis, vocals
Ray White, vocals
Bob Harris, vocals
Steve Vai, stunt guitar
Tommy Mars, keyboards
Arthur Barrow, bass
David Logeman, drums
And all around
At the side of the grave
Stood Charlie's friends
Who could not save
This stupid girl
From the way she behaved
But among the mourners
And the frowners
A cry were heard ... (aaaargh!)
ANY DOWNERS? (Oh, no!)
ANY DOWNERS? (Oh, no!)
ANY DOWNERS? (Oh, no!)
ANY DOWNERS? (Oh, no!)
No I ain't got any more
No I ain't got any more
No I ain't got any more
No I ain't got any more
Your downers is gone
They was all you could get
To ease your mind
And your deep regret
Over Charlie's mouth
So enormous 'n wet
Now all you got
Is your TV set
You turn it on
You watch and dream
A dream of love
On your tiny screen
But what do you see
As you lay in bed?
It's a bald kinda girl
With a pointed head
Oh no ...
Conehead
FZ, vocals, guitar
Ike Willis, vocals, guitar
Ray White, vocals, guitar
Bob Harris, vocals
Steve Vai, stunt guitar
Tommy Mars, keyboards
Arthur Barrow, bass
David Logeman, drums
Conehead ... she ain't really dumb
She's just a
Conehead ... 'tater chip crumbs
All over her face
Is there any more beer
Stashed away at her place? She's just a
Conehead ... she can't help herself
"She's a Conehead kind of a girl ..."
(Ha ha ha!)
Pitch her a ring
That is the thing
That's getting her hot-uh
A hoop or a ring
Goin' over the top of her Conehead
"She is from a small town in France
'N she's a Conehead kind of a girl, kind of guy"
That's what she gives me is-uh Oooh!
Conehead
When she's on her knees
The point is so high
(High!)
I keep sayin' please
Keep it out of my eye, 'cause she's a
Conehead
(She's a Conehead kind of a girl, kind of a guy, kind of a girl-thing ...)
Saturday Night
You're home alone
The TV lights up
As her dad comes home
He's been workin all day
At the drivin' school
In a stupid-lookin' hat
That he uses to fool
The people of Earth
Who might get back
If they knew he was really
From Remulak, where the
Conehead ... people are from, where the
Conehead ... people go to, when the
Conehead ... people are done with the
Conehead ... things that are fun
Connie the Cone
Is dressed real neat
Like a teen-age girl
From down the street
But Mom 'n Dad
They don't approve
Carbohydrates
Is all they groove
Connie's eye
Has a tiny tear
But they rinse it away
With a case of beer
A bag of chips
'N fiberglass
Her diet's a riot
I can't keep quiet
I'd love to try it
But I think I'll pass
To eat the kind of stuff they pack
(Yes, they're packin' it!)
You'd hafta be from Remulak, where the
Conehead ... people are from, where the
Conehead ... people go to, when the
Conehead ... people are done with the
Conehead ... things that are fun, where the
Conehead ... people are from, where the
Conehead ... people go to, when the
Conehead ... people are done with the
Conehead ... things that are fun, where the
Conehead ... people are from, where the
Conehead ... people go to, when the
Conehead ... people are done with the
Conehead
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