8/22/68. Ringo leaves the White Album sessions. sick of the tensions and Paul's critical remarks.
His friend, Peter Sellers lends him his yacht, and he takes his family on vacation in Sardinia.
At lunch, he was served octopus, instead of the fish and chips he was expecting. The captain told him all about the octopus, his habits of accumulating objects and shellfish around his cave like a small garden.
Ringo writes the song. No one there to tell us what to do.
This is Take 2, with Well, that was superb from Take 8 ...
One of the beautiful things about the posthumous releases are gems like this one. This is the bass & drum part to what would eventually become Lemme Take You to the Beach.
Lemme Take You to the Beach FZ, guitar, vocals Max Bennett, bass Paul Humphrey, drums Davey Moire, vocals Eddie Jobson, keyboards, yodeling Don Brewer, bongos, tambourine (2:44)
Lemme take you to the beach La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Lemme take you to the beach La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lahhh
Bring the weenies I'll bring the soft drinks And the cookies Everybody's in love!
Lemme take you to a show Wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo Lemme take you to a show Wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wo-wohhh Eat a candy! You are dandy! Can I kiss you? Maybe I'll just hold your hand-eeee!
Lemme take you to the beach La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Lemme take you to the beach La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lahhh
At the freak-out Later we'll peak out You're on restriction So you'll probably sneak out!
I am Esmerelda Agrón, señora I know I've no right to speak My son is not the savage boy you see The cape, the sneer, the slicked-back hair It hides the child I nursed and bathed, señora
Please don't turn your eyes from me Your son, gone to God, and mine to blame My fated son, he too is gone The state will see to that I am sure, señora The state will see to that, I am sure
You Spanish people, you come to this country But nothing here changes your lives Ungrateful immigrants, asking for pity When all of your answers are knives This city makes a cartoon of a crime Capes and umbrellas, the glorification of slime I have to face this horror, señora
My religion asks me to pray for the murderer's soul But I think you'd would have to be Jesus on the cross To open your heart and after such a loss Can I forgive him? Can I forgive him? No, I cannot Can I forgive him? No, I cannot Friends become strangers Compassion is hard to express in words The trembling flowers they bring Fear in the roots and the stem What happened to me, they know could happen to them Can I forgive him? No, I cannot Can I forgive him? No
Only God can say "Forgive" His son too received a knife But we go on, we have to live With this cross we call our life
It feels like a bomb fell And wave after wave come the aftershocks
You can't believe that it's true There must be some mistake You drift through this nightmare From which you can't wake
Can I forgive him? Can I forgive him? No, I cannot
Can I forgive him? Can I forgive him? No, I cannot Can I forgive him? Can I forgive him? No, I cannot Can I forgive him? No
Havin' Some Fun (2016) BM, saxophones Wayne Bergeron, trumpet James Blackwell, trumpet John Thomas, trumpet Chad Willis, trumpet Michael Stever, trumpet Bob McChesney, trombone Erik Hughes, trombone Jullianne Gralle, trombone Craig Gosnell, trombone Bob Sheppard, saxophones Adam Schroeder, saxophones Russ Ferrante, piano Edwin Livingston, bass Peter Erskine, drums Aaron Serfaty, percussion Larry Koonse, guitar (5:24)
"Havin' Some Fun is a tune written in the style of the great Count Basie Orchestra. The ability to play relaxed and stay on top of the beat is the formula that makes this all work. Notice that there are no staccato notes in this one but, rather, 'fat' accented notes that have a good deal of weight and impact. Here is a great example of big band piano playing demonstrated so beautifully by Russ Ferrante. He plays around the band figures, never stepping on what the horns are playing." -- BM
The Return of the Son of Monster Magnet (1966) FZ, guitar, vocals Roy Estrada, bass Jimmy Carl Black, drums Ray Collins, percussion Elliot Ingber, guitar (12:19)
Suzy? Yes? Suzy Creamcheese? Yes? This is the voice of your conscience baby ... uh, I just want to check one thing out with you ... you don't mind, do ya? What? Suzy Creamcheese, honey, what's got into ya?
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The final track of Freak Out! -- Zappa's first album -- is an unfinished ballet in two parts: 1) Ritual Dance of the Child-Killer; and 2) Nullis Pretii (No Commercial Potential).
After shelling out $500 for rented percussion instruments, Verve pulled the plug and provided no more funding -- for a debut album from a band that producer Tom Wilson had thought was a "blues" or "R&B" group!
So the unfinished track is merely a rhythm track, on top of which Zappa had envisioned more melodic instruments.
Black Coffee (1960) KW, trombone Jimmy Knepper, trombone Paul Faulise, bass trombone Dick Lieb, bass trombone Bill Evans, piano Ron Carter, bass Sticks Evans, drums (4:07)
Eager Beaver (1943) SK, piano Ray Borden, trumpet John Carroll, trumpet Buddy Childers, trumpet Karl George, trumpet Dick Morse, trumpet Harry Forbes, trombone George Faye, trombone Bart Varsalona, bass trombone Eddie Meyers, alto saxophone Art Pepper, alto saxophone Red Dorris, tenor saxophone Maurice Beeson, tenor saxophone Bob Gioga, baritone saxophone Bob Ahern, guitar Clyde Singleton, bass Joe Vernon, drums (3:08)
FZ, guitar, vocals Kin Vassy, vocals Sal Marquez, trumpet Ian Underwood, woodwinds Bruce Fowler, trombone Ruth Underwood, percussion Jean-Luc Ponty, baritone violin George Duke, keyboards Tom Fowler, bass Ralph Humphrey, drums Tina Turner and the Ikettes, backing vocals (3:34)
from: The Roxy Performances (2018)
FZ, guitar, vocals George Duke, keyboards Tom Fowler, bass Ruth Underwood, percussion Bruce Fowler, trombone Napoleon Murphy Brock, woodwinds, vocals Ralph Humphrey, drums Chester Thompson, drums (3:34)
Something Big (1990) BF, trombone Walt Fowler, trumpet Suzette Moriarty, French horn Phil Teele, bass trombone Steve Fowler, flute Ed Mann, percussion bass Billy Mintz, drums (4:24)
Li'l Darlin' (1958) CB, piano Wendell Culley, trumpet Snooky Young, trumpet Thad Jones, trumpet Joe Newman, trumpet Henry Coker, trombone Al Grey, trombone Benny Powell, trombone Marshal Royal, reeds Frank Wess, reeds Eddie "Lockjaw" Davis, reeds Frank Foster, reeds Charles Fowlkes, reeds Eddie Jones, bass Freddie Green, guitar Sonny Payne, drums (4:50)
SK, piano Buddy Childers, trumpet Ray Wetzel, trumpet Al Porcino, trumpet Chico Alvarez, trumpet Ken Hanna, trumpet Milt Bernhart, trombone Eddie Bett, trombone Harry Betts, trombone Harry Forbes, trombone Bart Varsalona, bass trombone George Weidler, alto saxophone Art Pepper, alto saxophone Bob Cooper, tenor saxophone Warner Weidler, tenor saxophone Bob Gioga, baritone saxophone Laurindo Almeida, guitar Eddie Safranksky, bass Shelly Manne, drums Jack Costanzo, bongos Rene Touzet, maracas (2:56)
It wasn't very large There was just enough room to cram the drums In the corner over by the Dodge It was a fifty-four With a mashed up door And a cheesy little amp With a sign on the front said "Fender Champ" And a second-hand guitar It was a Stratocaster with a whammy bar
Larry:
We could jam in Joe's Garage His mama was screamin' His dad was mad We was playin' the same old song In the afternoon 'n sometimes we would Play it all night long It was all we knew, 'n easy too So we wouldn't get it wrong All we did was bend the string like ...
Hey! Down in Joe's Garage We didn't have no dope or LSD But a coupla quarts a beer Would fix it so the intonation Would not offend yer ear And the same old chords goin' over 'n over Became a symphony We could play it again 'n again 'n again
'Cause it sounded good to me One more time!
We could jam in Joe's Garage His mama was screamin' "Turn it down!" We was playin' the same old song In the afternoon 'n sometimes we would Play it all night long It was all we knew, 'n easy too So we wouldn't get it wrong Even if you played it on a saxophone
We thought we was pretty good We talked about keepin' the band together 'N we figured that we should 'Cause about this time we was gettin' the eye From the girls in the neighborhood They'd all come over 'n dance around like ...
So we picked out a stupid name Had some cards printed up for a coupla bucks 'N we was on our way to fame Got matching suits
'N Beatle Boots 'N a sign on the back of the car 'N we was ready to work in a Go-Go Bar
One two three four Let's see if you've got some more!
People seemed to like our song They got up 'n danced 'n made a lotta noise 'An it wasn't 'fore very long A guy from a company we can't name Said we oughta take his pen 'N sign on the line for a real good time But he didn't tell us when These "good times" would be somethin' That was really happenin'
So the band broke up An' it looks like We will never play again ...
Joe:
Guess you only get one chance in life To play a song that goes like ...
Mrs. Borg:
Turn it down! Turn it down! I have children sleeping here ... Don't you boys know any nice songs?
Joe:
Well the years was rollin' by Heavy Metal 'n Glitter Rock Had caught the public eye Snotty boys with lipstick on Was really flyin high
'N then they got that Disco thing 'N New Wave came along 'N all of a sudden I thought the time Had come for that old song We used to play in Joe's Garage And if I am not wrong You will soon be dancin' to the ..
Central Scrutinizer:
The White Zone is for loading and unloading only. If you gotta load or unload, go to the White Zone ...
Joe:
I said the years was rollin' by, yeah The years was rollin' by ...
Mrs. Borg:
I'm calling the police!
Joe:
So those years was rollin' by ...
Mrs. Borg:
I did it!
Joe:
So the years was rollin' by
Mrs. Borg:
They'll be here ... shortly!
Joe:
By, by, the years was rollin' by ...
Officer Butzis:
This is the Police ...
Mrs. Borg:
I'm not joking around anymore!
Officer Butzis:
Come out! We have the garage surrounded
Joe:
The years was rollin' by ...
Officer Butzis:
Give yourself up We will not harm you Or hurt you, neither
Joe:
I said the years was rollin' by ...
Mrs. Borg:
You'll see now! There they are, they're coming!
Officer Butzis:
This is the Police Give yourself up We will not harm you
Joe:
The years was rollin' by ...
Mrs. Borg:
Listen to that mess, will you!
Officer Butzis:
This is the Police Give yourself up We have the garage surrounded
Mrs. Borg:
Every day this goes on around here!
Joe:
The years was rollin' by
Officer Butzis:
We will not harm you Or maim you (SWAT Team 4, move in!)
Joe:
The years was rollin' by ...
Mrs. Borg:
He used to cut my grass He was a very nice boy ...
Officer Butzis:
This is the Police Come out with your hands up
Central Scrutinizer:
This is the Central Scrutinizer ... That was Joe's first confrontation with The Law. Naturally, we were easy on him One of our friendly counselors gave him A do-nut ... and told him to Stick closer to church-oriented social activities.
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FZ, guitar, vocals Ike Willis, guitar, vocals Ray White, guitar, vocals Tommy Mars, keyboards, vocals Arthur Barrow, bass, keyboards, vocals David Logeman, drums (2:25)
A monochordal (A Minor) piece, one of Zappa's finest guitar solos creeps in and out of the final Beefheart vocals -- and goes on for eight minutes!
The brilliance of the solo lies in Frank's ability to transform each eight- or sixteen-bar section with the addition of new intervals, new rhythms, and a funky sense of attitude!
The Three Great Stimulants (1985) JM, vocals, keyboards Larry Klein, keyboards, bass Thomas Dolby, keyboards Michael Landau, guitar Vinnie Colaiuta, drums Michael Fisher, percussion samples (6:13)
I picked the morning paper Off the floor It was full of other people's Little wars
Wouldn't they like their peace Don't we get bored And we call for the Three great stimulants Of the exhausted ones Artifice, brutality and innocence Artifice and innocence
No tanks have ever rumbled Through these streets And the drone of planes at night Has never frightened me I keep the hours and the company That I please And we call for the Three great stimulants
Of the exhausted ones Artifice, brutality and innocence Artifice and innocence
Oh and deep in the night Our appetites find us Release us and bind us Deep in the night While madmen sit up building bombs And making laws and bars They'd like to slam free choice Behind us
I saw a little lawyer on the tube He said "it's so easy now, Anyone can sue." "Let me show you how your petty Aggravations can profit you!" Call for the three great stimulants Of the exhausted ones Artifice, brutality and innocence Artifice and innocence
Oh and deep in the night Appetites find us Release us and blind us Deep in the night While madmen sit up building bombs And making laws and bars They'd like to slam free choice Behind us
Last night I dreamed I saw The planet flicker Great forests fell like buffalo Everything got sicker And to the bitter end Big business bickered And they call for the The three great stimulants Of the exhausted ones Artifice, brutality and innocence Artifice and innocence
Oh these times, these times Oh these changing times Changes in the heart of all mankind Oh these trouble times
Bring It On Home (1977) GD, keyboards, vocals Charles "Icarus" Johnson, guitar Leon "Ndugu" Chancler, drums Manolo Badrena, percussion Dee Henrichs, vocals Sybil Thomas, vocals Deborah Thomas, vocals (4:24)
Goblin Girl (1981) FZ, vocals Ike Willis, vocals Ray White, vocals Bob Harris, vocals Jimmy Carl Black, voice Steve Vai, stunt guitar Tommy Mars, keyboards, vocals Arthur Barrow, bass David Logeman, drums (4:06)
Hob-noblin Wit de goblin De Goblin Girl From da mystery world
Hob-noblin Wit de goblin She's black 'n green 'Cause it's Halloween
Raggedy black Is the way she dress Little green shoes 'N her hairs a mess
On Halloween night At de costume ball She's a Goblin Girl An' she can gobble it all
She's a goblin A Goblin Girl She's a goblin A Goblin Girl I been hobblin'
'Cause of the Goblin Goblin Girl ... Goblin Girl
Some girls like To dress like a witch Some girls like to dress like a queen Best way a girl Can dress for me Is in a Goblin Suit (They look so cute ...)
When they're a goblin There ain't a problin' When they're a goblin I start a-wobblin' Pink all over Some is tan Goblin Girls
From every land They look good From any which-a-way Every Halloween You can hear me say: "Goblin Girl, take it away ..."
Hob-noblin Wit de goblin De Goblin Girl From da mystery world (TRICK OR TREAT NOW ...) De Goblin Girl From da mystery world (TRICK OR TREAT NOW ...) De Goblin Girl From da mystery world (TRICK OR TREAT NOW ...)
Doreen ... don't make me wait (How 'bout you?) Til tomorrow (Poo-ahh!) Ohhh-ho no ... (Got nothin' fer yer honey?) Please darling (How 'bout girls?) Let me gobble tonight (Poo-ahh! How 'bout you?) An' it'll be awright (whooo!) (Poo-ahh! Sweetheart ...)
You ... (How 'bout you?) Can't make me say I won't burble-ble-ble-ble All over you (Are you sure?) My snout (How 'bout you?) Is burning with love And it wants you tonight (Got nothin' fer yer honey? Poo-ahh!) I hope you're good and tight (Are you sure?)
(How 'bout you?) Talkin' 'bout the bad girls (How 'bout yer ...) All the Goblin Girls (Are you ... POO-AHH!) Talkin' 'bout the bad, bad girls (Sweetheart) The little Goblin Girls (Come on, Roy, right here) Oh, the bad girls Some are called Doreen (How 'bout you?) Some are dressed in green They're tricking your treat But they're bad girls They're very bad girls (LEPRECHAUN LIGHT) (Ay!) They make your face look like you got scales on it But that's okay ... (LEPRECHAUN LIGHT) (POO-AHH!) When the green light shines down (Ay!) On the black guys in the band (LEPRECHAUN LIGHT) (POO-AHH!) Everybody in the audience Thinks they're seeing something That looks like it's made out of Fis skin (Ay!) (LEPRECHAUN LIGHT) (POO-AHH!) But Coy leaves the green gels in the truss Because he knows the guys in the front Really enjoy looking like they have Scales all over their body ...
