Captain Beefheart & The Magic Band

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"The Clouds Are Full Of Wine (Not Whiskey Or Rye)"

"The Clouds Are Full Of Wine (Not Whiskey Or Rye)"


The clouds are full of wine
Not whiskey or rye
'N the sky is full of bluebrains
Bluejays, mermaids
Bluebrains, bluejays, bluebirds, mermaids
Bluejays, bluebirds, rainbows
'N the night is full of rhinestones
Pinecones, telephones
'N the sky is full of rhinestones, pinecones, telephones
Wolfhowls, milkcows
Shadows to some how's
'N the clouds are full of wine
Not whiskey or rye
'N the sky is full of bluebrains
Baboons, rhinos, fools 'n' buffoons
'N my eyes are full of bloodbones
Snowcones, serenaders 'n' senoritas
'N so on...
Melodies that go on, go on
Go on, go on, go on, go on
Go off, go off, go off, go off
 
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"The Dust Blows Forward 'n The Dust Blows Back"

"The Dust Blows Forward 'n The Dust Blows Back"


There's old Gray with her dove-winged hat
There's old Green with her sewing machine
Where's the bobbin' at?

She's toting old grain in a printed sack
The dust blows forward and the dust blows back
And the wind blows black through the sky
And the smokestack blows up in the sun's eye

What am I gonna die?
A white flake riverboat just blew by
Bubbles pop big
And a lip, and a lipstick Kleenex
Hung on a pointed forked twig

Reminds me of the bobby girls
Never was my hobby girls
Handful o' worms and a pole fishin'
Cork bobbin' like a hot red bulb

And a blue jay squeaks
His beak open an inch above a creek
Gone fishin' for a week
Well I put down my bush
And I took off my pants and felt free
The breeze blowin' up me and up the canyon
Far as I could see

It's night now and the moon looks like a dandelion
It's black now and the blackbird's feedin' on rice
And his red wings look like diamonds and lice
I could hear the mice toes scamperin'
Gophers rumblin' in pile crater rock holes
One red bean stuck in the bottom of a tin bowl
Hot coffee from a krimpt up can
Me and my girl named Bimbo Limbo Spam
 
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"The Floppy Boot Stomp"

"The Floppy Boot Stomp"


The floppy boot stomped down onto the ground
The farmer screamed 'n blew the sky off the mountains
Eye sockets looked down on the chestbone meadows
'N the sun dropped down, 'n the moon ran off
His heels 'n elbows pale as chalk
'N all the comets collided 'n blew to dust
For fear they'd be seen
'N the sky turned white in the middle of the night
'N the sky turned white in the middle of the night
'N the big floppy boot stomped down onto the ground
'N the red violin took the bow for to do the hoodoo hoe-down
'N the red violin took the bow for to do the hoodoo hoe-down

The farmer jumped in a circle 'n flung his chalk right down
Do-si-do the devil sure showed 'n he broke of his horns
'N fiddled him down the road
Through the fork
'N the farmer's floppy boot stomped down
Red tail squirmin' and the hot leg kicked
'N the fire leaped 'n licked
Red tail squirmin' and the hot leg kicked
'N the fire leaped 'n licked
And when the boot came up, the fire went out
And hell was just an ice cube melting off on the ground
And the bow caught down for to do the hoodoo hoe-down
And the bow caught down for to do the hoodoo, the devil hoe-down

Through the fork, huddled' in the hollow, standin' at the crossroads
Was that bunged-up bandaged broken bum
That fell into the wrong circle
He had a sore red tail that once went red, now was pale
Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum he was summoned up from hell
Booted down a spell
By a square-dancin' farmer
By a square-dancin' farmer, well
That old bum was sticking out his thumb
When the farmer drew up and said
"Listen son", and the horse compared his hooves
"If you fall into my circle again I'll tan your red hide
And dance you on your tail, and pitch you from now to now
Pitch you from now to now"
And the hotlick kicked, and the fire leaped an' licked
And the hotlick kicked and the fire just leaped an' licked
And the hotlick kickin' an' the fire jus' leapin' an' lickin'
And the fire leaped and licked
 
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"The Host The Ghost The Most Holy-O"

"The Host The Ghost The Most Holy-O"


Why, not even a rustler'd have anything to do
With this branded bum steer world
This pirate flag headlong disaster course vessel
Misguided charted this nautical numbskull hull
Sink in silence smoke, blow your chest out in hope
Sits spread-eagle on poor men
Piled high on truth mountain, last speak in clarity's chain
You'll not be thrown but dive and sink
Your pockets filled with earthly burdens
When they could be filled with light and back with wings
The sky is dark in daytime
And still the blackbird's beauty lyrics clean
Sing ye brothers and end this miserable thing
And brush the dark sky in light
And let the moon bell crack and ring
Upon the mast of mercy
For she is a beautiful thing
I watched her cut with clarity
The sea of Satan's red rolling water
That stung my eyes with vile vile brine
And clung to the vine that choked Mary's only son
God in vain to slaughter
I can't darken your dark cross door no more
The light lovely one with the nothing door
And oh that pours life water
 
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"The Past Sure Is Tense"

"The Past Sure Is Tense"


The past sure is tense
They're heading up for the main event
All those people seem to be hell-bent
See those people up on top of the fence
And the man down there
Selling knotholes through the fence
The little shoe generation man
I found your print on a dollar bill
I found your print on an Indian mound
I found your print on the statue at the sound
I found your print on the elephant ground
I found your print in the beautiful mountains
The grass no longer grew around
I found your print in my mind
The past sure is tense
The past sure is tense
No you got the wrong idea
No you got the wrong intent
The carpenter carpenterized my vent
The only peephole
Where is my dent
The past sure is tense
The past sure is tense
The past sure is now
I don't see how
See those people that used to
Throw those tents
You can't see them now
They're in past tense
The past sure is tense
 
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"The Smithsonian Institute Blues (Or The Big Dig)"

"The Smithsonian Institute Blues (Or The Big Dig)"


Come on down to the big dig
Come on down to the big dig
Come on to the big dig
Singin' the Smithsonian Institute blues
Singin' the Smithsonian Institute blues
The way it's goin' La Brea tar pits
I know you just can't lose
The new dinosaur is walkin' in the old one's shoes
Come on down to the big dig
Can't get around the big dig
This may be premature but if I'm wrong
You can just say it's the first time I was happy to be confused
Singin' the Smithsonian Institute blues
All you new dinosaurs
Now it's up to you to choose
It sure looks funny for a new dinosaur
To be in an old dinosaur's shoes
Dina Shore's shoes
Dinosaur shoes
C'mon down to the big dig
You can't get around the big dig
C'mon to the big dig
Ya can't get around the big dig
Singin' the Smithsonian Institute blues
 
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"The Spotlight Kid"

"The Spotlight Kid"


Said the momma to the baby in the corn
You are my first born
You shall here on in be known as the spotlight kid
'N the mornin' cry of the rooster
The baby lay alone
'N the old cow in the green grass
Shed white tears in the red hot sun
'N the spotlight kid stood under the moon that evenin'
Givin' her alibis 'n eatin' her a la modes
'N the ice cream man searchin' high 'n low
For his a la modes foe his a la modes
'N the green frogs croakin' around his abode
'N the mud cat pond by the old willow road
All night the village waited 'n the spotlight kid never showed
She was up on the mountain
Tellin' her alibis 'n eatin' her a la modes
Momma still knew she was the one
She was the one who stole the pie from old Momma Eye
Window bare rockin' chair groanin' like ah grizzly bear
'N the ice cream man searchin' high 'n low
For his a la modes for his a la modes
All night the village waited 'n the spotlight kid never showed
She was up on the mountain tellin' her alibis
'N eatin' her a la modes
 
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"The Thousandth And Tenth Day Of The Human Totem Pole"

"The Thousandth And Tenth Day Of The Human Totem Pole"


The thousandth and tenth day of the human totem pole
The morning was distemper grey
Of the thousandth and tenth day of the human totem pole
The man at the bottom was smiling
He had just finished his breakfast smiling
It hadn't rained or manured for over two hours
The man at the top was starving
The pole was a horrible looking thing
With all of those eyes and ears
And waving hands for balance
There was no way to get a copter in close
So everybody was starving together
The man at the top had long ago given up
But didn't have nerve enough to climb down

At night the pole would talk to itself and the chatter wasn't too good
Obviously the pole didn't like itself, it wanted to walk!
It was the summer and it was hot
And balance wouldn't permit skinning to undergarments
It was an integrated pole, it was taking on an reddish brown cast
Exercise on the pole was isometric
Kind of a flex and then balance
Then the highest would roll together
The ears wiggle, hands balance
There was a gurgling and googling heard
A tenth of the way up the pole
Approaching was a small child
With statue of liberty doll
 
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"The Witch Doctor Life"

"The Witch Doctor Life"


When the witch doctor life throws his silent bones
Some are crowned kings while others lose their thrones
When the witch doctor life throws his silent bones
Small 'o' mouths scream and run to mama kangaroo
Insecure pouches wherein hide beggars and drones
And babies and bums and buzzards
Mama crouches and smiles her old useful smile
And ego roars, laughs yesterday's gases
While children and angels gasp
And follow a shepherd on crutches

When the witch doctor life throws his silent bones
Some flee the dream, some turn to stone
And the children sing and the heavens ring
Worn by the shepherd with the folded wings
And the bones that sing of silence
...
 
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"There Ain't No Santa Claus On The Evenin' Stage"

"There Ain't No Santa Claus On The Evenin' Stage"


There ain't no Santa Claus on the evenin' stage
There ain't no way t' pull the curtain
'N hide from hunger's rage
There ain't no town t' stop in
There ain't no time t' stop in
There ain't no straw for my horse
There ain't no straw for my bed
There ain't no comfort in cold boards
There ain't no rumours or food for my stomach
'N someday I'm gonna be saved
'Cause I gotta eat 'n' drink 'n' breathe 'n' sleep
'N I'm ah slave
Down in hominy's grotto there's ah soul die'n 'n leavin'
Every second on the evenin' stage
There's ah soul die'n 'n rottin' 'n' pickin'
Some new kinda cotton
With his fingers broken 'n' his heart 'n' back forgotten
There ain't no Santa Claus on the evenin' stage
 
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