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Captain Beefheart And The Magic Band
Captain Beefheart And The Magic Band


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Настоящее имя Don Glen Vliet
Дата рождения 15 января 1941 г.
Место рождения Glendale, California, U.S.
Дата смерти 17 декабря 2010 г.
Место смерти Arcata, California, U.S.
Жанры Experimental Rock
Blues
Blues Rock
Avant-garde
Psychedelic Rock
Progressive Rock
Годы 1964—1982
Лейблы Epic Records
Virgin Records
Atlantic Records
Reprise Records
Mercury Records
A&M Records
Blue Thumb Records
См. также The Tubes
Frank Zappa
The Mothers of Invention
Ry Cooder
Zoot Horn Rollo
Rockette Morton
John French
Jack Nitzsche
Gary Lucas
Moris Tepper



Альбом Captain Beefheart And The Magic Band


Doc at the Radar Station (1980)
1980
1.
2.
3.
A Carrot Is as Close as a Rabbit Gets to a Diamond
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9.
10.
Flavor Bud Living
11.
12.
. . .


She can burn you up in bed
Just like she said
Cos she's a Hot Head, Hot Head, Hot Head

She can throw uh pot t'show (?)
She can start a fire aglow
Cos she's a Hot Head, Hot Head, Hot Head

She puts her head into the fire
Makes you red hot perspire
Cos she's a Hot Head, Hot Head, Hot Head

She was burnt before she was born
Burnin' up a storm
Cos she's a Hot Head, Hot Head, Hot Head

Lick out like flame
'n' burn you to a shame
'n' bite the burnin' flame

Things are burnin' big
She's a red hot pig
She's a hobo wire toaster
She's a circle on a spit

She's a Hot Head, Hot Head, Hot Head

She can stitch you to a wheel
Take you to her fire
'n' spin you round 'n' round
Boy, you take you down

Fire Fire Fire

She's a Hot Head, Hot Head, Hot Head

Burn you up in bed
Just like she said
Cos she's a Hot Head, Hot Head, Hot Head

She can lick out like a flame
Burn you to a shame
Yeah, bite a burnin' flame

She can burn you up in bed
Coil you up instead
Cos she's a Hot Head, Hot Head, Hot Head

She can throw uh pot t'show (?)
She can start a fire aglow

. . .


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.

. . .

A Carrot Is as Close as a Rabbit Gets to a Diamond

[Нет текста]

. . .


Run paint run run
Run paint run run
Run paint run run

Paint hears this and he begin to run
Electric black shadow runs 'cross the sun

Run paint run run
Run paint run run

Hold holes in the world
The sun goes down, we'll be done
You hoped
And you hopped
And you hopped
And you swung
There's my baby standing at the gate
Waving, “Come, come.”
Paint hears this and he begin to run

Run paint run run

You got hot paint, and you're havin' fun
There's my baby standing at the gate
Waving, “Come, come.”

Run paint run run

Paint hears this and he begin to run
Electric black shadow runs 'cross the sun
Run paint run run
Run paint run run

When the sun goes down, we'll be done paint done.
Run paint run run
Electric black shadow runs 'cross the sun
Run paint run run
You hoped
And you hopped
And you hopped
Then you won.
Run paint run run

You gold plated monkey
You're a hot devil sun
Run paint run run
Run paint run run

You better go by and you run and you run
You got hot paint and you swung and you swung
Run paint run run
And you hoped
And you hopped
And you hopped
And you swung
Run paint run run

You're a hot devil's sun
You 're a mean monkey,
You stuck out your tongue

Hope you have the winning ticket
When the race is done.

Run paint run run
Run paint run run
Run paint run run
Run paint run run

. . .


Chills quick you
Voices pick you
Crows hex you
Delightsome postal avion
Wizard kiss and all be gone
Seems, dreams, boat to forever
Bolted ether
Creep thu ether feather

Sue egypt
Sue egypt

Boing
Pong
Hocus pocus avion
I think of all those people that ride on my bones
I think of all uv those people that ride on my bones
That nobody hears that nobody sees that nodody knows
Sue egypt
Sue egypt

I think of all
I think of all
I think of all those people that ride on my bones
That nobody sees that nodody dares that nobody hears that nobody cares
And I think of the dust that collects on the chairs
And under her eyes
And to her eyes
And out her body
And in her body
And in her hairs

Big smoke fingers wave
Come here, come here
Bring me my scissors and those odd waters

The moon was a
Wisdomatic pristocratic vagabond
Bad voogum
A picture of red hot juice
A picture of
Red garnet juice

Chills quick you
Voices pick you
Crows hex you
Delightsome postome avion
Wizard kiss & all be gone
Seems, dreams, boats to forever
Bolted ether creep thu ether feather
Sue egypt
Sue egypt

. . .


Brickbats fly at my fireplace
Upside down I see them in the fire
They squeak and roast there
Wings leap across the floor
Fold up the wall shadows
The window curtain ghost
Throws my heart and dusts my throat
My mind caught by the corner
Gradually decides its safe
Becomes a bat itself
Flexes its little claws
Curse its leather wings
With loud, hollow pops
Around the room
Threatening to dash its brains
Somehow at the last minute
Retreats and becomes a natural glue
And holds fast and slow
In every other motion
Making the night more interesting
Becomes a cold, liquid breeze
That freezes and thaws
And pours the surroundings full
As no breath can be taken
It drowns and relieves
To see the black turn into yellow
And the yellow into black.
Brickbats
Brickbats
Brickbats
Brickbats

. . .


The shiny beast of thought
If you got ears
You gotta listen
Old woman sweat
Young girls glisten
The extract you thought
Is the extract you got

Pop in a thought
Ex-extract
D'you hear me?

Hope these are hard [?] drops
Grooves you away
Drop by drop
Light by bright
Night by light
There ain't no good
'n' there ain't no blame
Not hip
Ain't no aim
You make the fault
You cause the blame
Devil the same
Pop in a thought
Ex-extract
Shiny beast of thought
You hang up
Now you're caught
If you got ears
You gotta listen
Old woman sweat
Young girls glisten
There's more than what you thought
Pop in a thought
The shiny beast of thought

Stand there bubblin' like an open cola in the sun
Back is achin'
Work is never done
She's swinging a sponge on the end of a string
Right on the brink
She spills the ink down the sink
She's not bad
She's just genetically mean
She's not bad
She's just genetically mean
Don't you wish you never met her?
Don't you wish you never met her?
Don't you wish you never met her?
Dirty Blue Gene

She's swinging a sponge on the end of a string
Don't you wish you never met her?
Don't you wish you never met her?
Don't you wish you never met her?
Don't you wish you never met her?
She's not bad
She's just genetically mean
(fuck)
Dirty Blue Gene
Dirty
Dirty
Dirty
Dirty Blue Gene
She's not bad.

. . .


We don't have to suffer, we're the best batch yet
Baked in special
White flesh waves to black

You might think this is the finest pearl
But it's only cardboard balls
Seamed in glue
Overwhelming technique
Done t' diligence
It's all happening from the inside, you say?
Done from the inside
Where it barely shows on the outside
It's remarkable

I think this is the best batch yet
We don't have to suffer, we're the best batch yet
Baked in special, we're the best batch yet
White flesh waves to black

You might think this is the finest pearl
But it's only cardboard balls
Seamed in glue
Overwhelming technique
Done through diligence
It's all happening from the inside, you say?
Done from the inside
Where it barely shows on the outside
It's remarkable

I say…
I think this is the best batch yet
We're baked in special, we're the best batch yet
We don't have to suffer, we're the best batch yet.

. . .


Paper and wire killed my brother and my sister too
And if you don't watch out
You know they're going to get you too
And if I don't watch out
You know they're going to get me too
Telephone
Telephone
Telephone
Telephone

Well I strangled the cord
Ripped it off of the phone
And I saw the bone
And I saw the twinkling lights
It must have been rats [?]
'Cause it sure was a drone
It sure was a drag

Paper and wire killed my brother and my sister too
And if you don't watch out
You know they're going to get you
And if I don't watch out
You know they're going to get me too
Telephone
Telephone
Telephone

And I strangled
And I ripped the cord
And I saw the bone
And I heard these tweetin' things
N twinkling lights
N there was nobody home
Where are all those nerve endings coming out of the bone?
Telephone
Telephone

Well I ripped the cord right out of the phone
And I saw the bone
There the gleaming white bone
Telephone

Paper and wire killed my brother and my sister too
And if you don't watch out
You know they're going to get you
And if I don't watch out
You know they're going to get me too
Telephone
Telephone

And I can't get away
And I can't get away
It's like a grey adder at the end of the hall
It's like a plastic horned devil

. . .

Flavor Bud Living

[Нет текста]

. . .


She always shows up when I'm up
But she never shows up when I'm down
But she's under arrest
'cause I might guess
The Sheriff of Hong Kong
Then she goes up in a flash
I bite the end of her sash
Then I'm long gone
To Hong Kong Kong

She never makes a taste mistake
She's the Sheriff of Hong Kong
Now I'm the Sheriff of Hong Kong
Now she's the Sheriff of Hong Kong
Long gone gone
To Hong Kong Kong

Whoa I'm long gone
To Hong Kong Kong

Long gone gone
To Hong Kong Kong
Ad hu
And uh zing hu
I don't know who I am
Do you?
Ohhh ahhh oooh

There's a string and bat dangle
Black and white bat and cat panda
And uh
She's the Sheriff of Hong Kong
And uh
Ad hu
And uh zing hu
I don't know who I am
Do youuuu?

Now she's the Sheriff of Hong Kong gone
I bite the end of her sash
And she's off in a flash
And we're long gone gone
To Hong Kong Kong

There's a string and bat dangle
Black and white bat and cat panda
And uh
She's the Sheriff of Hong Kong and uh
Ad hu
And uh zing hu
Whoa-ohhhh ohhh ohhh

wai ni sha yeh
wai ni sha yeh
she say
ohhh - ohh

Ad hu
Zing hu
wai ni sha yeh
wai ni sha yeh
ohhh
Ad hu
Zing hu
She's the Sheriff of Hong Kong
Zo hu
Zing hu
Aah ohhh
Aaaah oh
Ad hu
Zing hu
Ahhh me and you

. . .


Making love to a vampire with a monkey on my knee
The pond shined dry like a ladies compact
Lilies leaped like flat green hearts with white hearts
Squirting yellow pollen...cocks...
Ferns ran like cool spades.. fossils. ..away from rocks
Bees echoed dark carbon hums that dashed in nothing
Gnats fucked my ears 'n nostrils
Hit my brain like hones 'n numbed t' nothing
Wings stuck on liquid bones
Making love to a vampire with a monkey on my knee
The moon poured hollow down my milky leg
Splashed still ‘n moved
The wind peed down the willows 'n pricked the needle vine
The monkey moved a fur shadow... its soot tail curled in twos
Its lips smiled needles.. its eyes rolled loose
Her throat broke open... glistened in the dew
Red berries dangled like a dream of rubies too
Snot muscles ran down her ivory chin 'n tooth within
A locket... a pin held fast to then, my love, my pocket deep within
'N senses dangled the chain that clasped me to her then
The messenger spoke the wind that blows between our time
I sensed you then 'n whispers spin 'n flow in silver dust
Around the pointed pin
Sent to nothing
God, please fuck my mind for good
Making love to a vampire with a monkey on my knee
Oh fuck that thing.. .fuck that poem...eyes crawl out with maggots
White cloth bones pile up light thrown blades
Rags ‘n skull.. scoops soil cracks.. .drain screams.. please
Take my hand 'n join me... too soon its clutches gleams
Making love to a vampire with a monkey on my knee
Death be damned... life

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