Captain Beefheart & The Magic Band

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""81" Poop Hatch"

""81" Poop Hatch"


My eyes are burnt and bleeding and all that looks like a monkey on a silver bar
Big poop hatch with a cotton hatch, hatch-holes that the light shows in and the light shows out
And the little red fence
And the wire and the wood
And the barbs and the berries
And the tyres and the bottles and the car-upon-rims
And the heat swims on its fenders and the dust collects and the rust of autumn surrenders into gold
Trumpet poop on the ground with peanuts, its bell was blocking an ant's vision
And the mice played in its air-holes and valves
A ladybug crawled off its mouthpiece standing out red and blacked its wings and blew off to a flower
Its hum heard just above the ground
Black dots were hung in what turned out to be an olive tree that originally held a tree house full of a building with one small window
Birds and broken glass and tiny bits of newspaper
"My sun is free from the window," said the god the green dabbers
Rice wires mouse tins and milk muffins
Cereal and stone, matches and masks and mace and clubs
And splintered shaft light intrigues a cricket on a dust jeweled penlet
Cobwebs collect down plaster run into a hole and find collected glass that drinks the reflection of midday afternoon midway between telegraph lines
A silver wing, a cloud, a rumbling of a cloud
A crowd of various violins strum from next door through my wall into my ear obviously artificial
Neighbors laugh through sandwiches
Harlem babies, their stomachs explode into roars
Their eyes shiny with starvation
Spreckled hula dance on my phonograph
My door rattles windy
Sand wears my rug shoe and taps on the unheard finish of an hourglass I cannot hear
A typical musician's nest of thoughts filtered through dust speakers
"Why don't you go home? Oh Blobby, are you great," exclaims two lips in some jumbled rock 'n' roll tune and wears a spot I cannot scratch
The surface of a friend
This high book-a-friend laid on me
On the couch relaxing in the corner behind a still life pond with plenty of bugs and lily pads slurred in mud banks and boulders tin cans and raisins warped by thought
Strain on the spoon like a wheat check, check Bif, cotton popping out of his sleeve
Poop hatch open, big poop hatch with a cotton hatch, hatch holes, got to pick up the horns
But the head won't move until it walks
 
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"25th Century Quaker"

"25th Century Quaker"


Mayflower child met a 25th Century Quaker
She's a-pickin' poppies 'n
Bringin' them into her hue
Sun sifting through and through and through
Letting them all and all
Fill through
Me into you, me to you
Me to you, into you
Blue cheese faces laces
Blue cheese faces
Faces 'n phases 'n phases 'n faces
Going through the cottage cottage
Going through the cottage cottage
Going through the cottage cottage
Come with me baby, come with me
Come with me baby, come with me
Quaker child, Quaker baby child
But a man's flutter like fireflies
Eyes that flutter like a wide open shutter
Eyes that flutter like a wide open shutter
Shutter, shutter, shutter
Laces laces laces
Blue cheese faces
Mayflower child met uh
25th century quaker
She's uh pickin' poppies
Bringin' them into her hue
Sun just, sun just,
Sun dust sun just, siftin' through and through
And through...
Call me baby
Pay me, baby
Pay me
 
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"Abba Zaba"

"Abba Zaba"


Song before song before song blues
Babbette baboon
Babbette baboon
Abba zaba zoom
Two shadows at noon
Abba zaba zoom
Babbette baboon
Abba zaba zoom
Babbette baboon

Comin' over pretty soon
Babbette baboon
Run, run, catch her soon, draft of dawn, sunshine on
Babbette baboon
Mother say son, she say son, you can't lose, with the stuff you use
Abba zaba zoom
Babbette baboon
Abba zaba zoom
Babbette baboon
Abba zaba zoom
Two shadows at noon
Abba zaba zoom
Gonna catch her soon
Abba zaba zoom
Babbette baboon
Babbette baboon

Run, run, monsoon, Indian dream, tiger moon
Yellow bird fly high, tobacco sky, two shadows at noon
Babbette baboon gonna catch her soon, babbette baboon

Song before song before song blues
Babbette baboon
Abba zaba zoom
Babbette baboon
Abba zaba zoom
Babbette baboon
Abba zaba zoom
Two shadows at noon
Abba zaba zoom
Gonna catch her soon
Abba zaba zoom
Babbette baboon
Babbette baboon

Run, run, monsoon, indian dream, tiger moon
Yellow bird fly high, tobacco sky, two shadows at noon
Babbette baboon gonna catch her soon, babbette baboon
...
 
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"Ah Feel Like Ahcid"

"Ah Feel Like Ahcid"


Got a letter up this morning how do you reckon it read?
Red blue and green, woooo, all through my head
Licked the stamps saw a movie dropped the stamp, woooo
I ain't got no blues no more I said
Put me up thinkin' a postman's groovy
I ain't, woooo, I ain't got the blues no more I said...

Well send me with a letter lord drop me with a telegram I said
My baby walked just like she did
Walking on hard-boiled eggs with a... she can steal em...
I ain't blue, o more I said...
Lord one jumped up lord the other one quackin'
Yeah she got those great big drums sticking out, woooo
Big chicken legs beat when she walks flappin' down the street where I live

Well she slippin' along easy like fried chicken
Grew sort of greasy easy, hmmm...
Oh I ain't blue no more, I ain't blue no more I said

Well she walked along crazy like kinda crazy
Woooo, sorta lazy sleazy cheesy, you know what I mean I said...
 
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"Ant Man Bee"

"Ant Man Bee"


White ants runnin'
Black ants crawlin'
Yellow ants dreamin'
Brown ants longin'

All those people longin' to be free
Uhuru ant man bee
Uhuru ant man bee

All the ants in God's garden they can't get along
War still runnin' on
It's that one lump of sugar
That they won't leave each other 'lone

Why do you have to do this, you've got to let us free
Why do you have to do this, you've got to set us free
Why do you have to do this, you've got to set us free
Why do you have to do this, you've got to set us free

Uhuru ant man bee
Uhuru ant man bee

Now the bee takes his honey then he sets the flower free
But in God's garden only
Man and the ants, they won't set each other be
 
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"Apes-Ma"

"Apes-Ma"


Apes-ma, apes-ma
Your cage is too dirty, apes-ma
Remember when you were young, apes-ma?
And you used to break out of your cage?
Well you know that you're not
Strong enough to do that anymore now
And apes-ma, the little girl that
Named you years ago has died now
And you're older, apes-ma
Remember when she named you
And it was in the paper, apes-ma?
Apes-ma, apes-ma
You're eating too much
And going to the bathroom too much, apes-ma
And apes-ma
Your cage isn't getting any bigger, apes-ma
 
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"Ashtray Heart"

"Ashtray Heart"


You used me like an ashtray heart
Case of the punks
Right from the start
I feel like a glass shrimp in a pink panty
With a saccharine chaperone
Make invalids out of supermen
Call in a "shrink"
And pick you up in a girdle
You used me like an ashtray heart
Right from the start
Case of the punks
Another day, another way
Somebody's had too much to think
Open up another case of the punks
Each pillow is touted like a rock
The mother/father figure
Somebody's had too much to think
Send your mother home your navel
Case of the punks
New hearts to the dining rooms
Violet heart cake
Dissolve in new cards, boards, throats, underwear
Ashtray heart
You picked me out, brushed me off
Crushed me while I was burning out
Then you picked me out
Like an ashtray heart
Hid behind the curtain
Waited for me to go out
A man on a porcupine fence
Used me for an ashtray heart
Hit me where the lover hangs out
Stood behind the curtain
While they crushed me out
You used me for an ashtray heart
You looked in the window when I went out
You used me like an ashtray heart
 
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"Autumn's Child"

"Autumn's Child"


Go back ten years ago
Sunbeams dancing 'round
Go back ten years ago
Sunbeams dancing down

Autumn's child, Autumn's child

Autumn's child got a loophole 'round her finger
Halo rings her head
Cornhusk hair makes me linger
A cat's stare meets my dare
A man's chair greets my stare
Gonna be my wife, she sang, she said
Ooh, gonna be my wife, gonna spice my life, she said

Go back ten years ago
Sunbeams everywhere
Go back ten years ago
Sunbeams fill the air

Harvest moon be nimble
Apples bob and tremble
Fish pond streaks love kind
Found the child I have to find

Apples shine share together
Got the time to make her mine
Fish pond streaks love kind
Found the child I had to find

Autumn's child, I met her at a balloon bust picnic
Ooh, she caught me with the beauty queen
With jade-green eyes
Buttons and bows and fancy ties

The feet of dust under trees of rust
Make them sandals gambol under knees of trust
Gonna be my wife, gonna spice my life
Gonna be my wife, she sang, she said
Gonna be my wife, gonna spice my life, she said

Go back ten years ago
Sunbeams shining down
Go back ten years ago
Sunbeams glancin' 'round

Autumn's child, Autumn's child
Autumn's child, Autumn's child
 
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"Bat Chain Puller"

"Bat Chain Puller"


Bat chain
Puller
Bat chain puller
Puller, puller

A chain with yellow lights
That glistens like oil beads
On its slick smooth trunk
That trails behind on tracks, and thumps
A wing hangs limp and retreats

Bat chain puller
Puller puller

Bulbs shoot from its snoot
And vanish into darkness
It whistles like a root snatched from dry earth
Sodbustin' rakes with grey dust claws
Announces it's coming in the morning
This train with grey tubes
That houses people's very thoughts and belongings

Bat chain puller
Puller puller

This train with grey tubes that houses people's thoughts
Their very remains and belongings
A grey cloth patch
Caught with four threads
In the hollow wind of its stacks
Ripples felt fades and grey sparks clacks
Lunging the cushioned thickets
Pumpkins span the hills
With orange Crayola patches
Green inflated trees
Balloon up into marshmallow soot
That walks away in faulty circles
Caught in grey blisters
With twinkling lights and green sashes
Drawn by rubber dolphins with gold yawning mouths
That blister and break in agony
In zones of rust
They gild gold sawdust into dust

Bat chain puller
Puller puller
 
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