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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


Shiny Beast (Bat Chain Puller) (1978)
1978
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3.
Ice Rose
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11.
Suction Prints
12.
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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 t' 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.

. . .


Tropical Hot Dog Night
Like two flamingos in a fruit fight
Ev'ry colour of day
Whirlin' around at night
I'm playin' this music
So the young girls will come out
To meet the monster tonight
Tropical Hot Dog Night

Like two flamingos in a fruit fight
I don't wanna know ‘bout wrong or right
Yeah, I don't want to know
I'm anywhere tonight

Tropical Hot Dog Night
Like two flamingos in a fruit fight
Like steppin' out of a triangle
Into striped light
Striped light, striped light

Tropical Hot Dog Night
Everything's wrong, at the same time it's right
The truth has no patterns for me tonight
I'm playing this music so the young girls will come out
To meet the monster tonight
Meet the monster tonight

What do all you women do
When the men get Tropical Hot Dog payday?
What do you do on Tropical Hot Dog day day?
Hey, hey
Step out of a triangle into striped light
Turn around and step back into striped light
Tropical Hot Dog Night

I'm playin' this song
For all the young girls to come out to meet the monster tonight
Meet the monster tonight
How would you like to be the lucky girl,
The lucky one?
To be the monster tonight
Ow, to be the monster tonight
Oh, everything's wrong, at the same time it's white!

You get to be - you get to be - with me
And also to be the monster tonight

. . .

Ice Rose

[Нет текста]

. . .


Harry Irene were a couple that lived in the green
Harry Irene were a couple that ran a canteen
Ran a canteen
Ran a canteen
Two people Harry and Irene like you never seen
The floor was made of oak, the door was smoky grey
Their tuna sandwiches would turn the dark into day
They sold wine like turpentine to painters
They took to social life like props to aviators
Harry Irene were a couple that ran a canteen
Harry Irene were a couple that lived in the green
Ran a canteen
Ran a canteen
Took Harry for all of his green and Irene
Harry was left holding an empty canteen
And by the way folks, it was Dusty not Harry
What does this mean?
What does this mean?
What's the meaning of this?
Poor Harry, I guess

. . .


ah, you know you're a man
yeah, she makes you understand
yeah, you know you're a man
yeah, you know you're a girl
about the same time
yeah, about the same time
i know I'm a man
you know you're a girl
oh, when we're starting to
deep down in your heart
deep down in your heart
you know you're a girl
when i know I'm a man

way down deep in your heart
way down deep in my heart
i got a glow
way down deep in your heart
you hear me, yeah, you hear me?
well, you're ready to love
when we're starting to
you got a glow, darling
deep down in your heart
loving by you

yeah, you know you're a man
yeah, she makes you know you're a man
yeah, you know you're a girl
about the same time
you know you're a man
yeah, you know you're a man
about the same time
she knows she's a girl
i know she makes you understand
(repeating of parts)

. . .


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.

. . .


oh woe - when i see mommy
i feel like a mummy
i feel like a mummy
i feel like a mummy
gonna wrap her up
every time i see her
every time i see her
i want to grab her
pull her up to me
till i look through her
but she moves so fast
that i can't even see her
her interest fades
like breath on a mirror
every time i see her
every time i see her
i try to grab her
and the wind from my hand
blows away like a feather
every time i grab her
every time i grab her
oh - when i see mommy
i feel like a mummy
gonna wrap her up
gonna wrap her up
next time i see her
next time i see her
i'm gonna seize her
then i'm gonna freeze her
it's the only way
that i might get to see her
gonna wrap her up - oh, mommy
oh, when i see mommy
i feel like a mummy
i feel like a mummy
i feel like a mummy
every time i see her
every time i see her
i want to grab her
pull her up to me
till i look right through her
but she moves so fast
that i can't even see her
her interest fades
like a breath on a mirror
like a breath on a mirror
like a breath on a mirror
like a breath on a mirror
like a breath on a mirror
yeah, when i see mommy
i feel like a mummy
i feel like a mummy

. . .


Stupid heart, cupid heart
Where will you go from here?
Magnetic ring, magnetic draw
Ooh, what you got me into?
I'm a wolf, chrome craw
Leavin' you now
I'll write ya, ma

Takin' a putt up to Carson City

Well, if you hear me howlin'
Well hell, sittin' pretty
Tasting nitty gritty
Puttin' on in to Carson City

Sparks, tattoos, two tats and a toot
Helmets, crosses, and a patch to boot
Engine hot, pipes burn white
Glad I'm not home tonight
Five miles back I took a spill
Thought I almost paid my bill

Makin' my putt to Carson City

Party time with the Jones-by-name
Ahhh, it's a shame
Say, it's a pity
Gotta putt outta Carson City

Ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha

. . .


candle shy
candle weep
fly hot candle leap
candle roll
unfold and ball
candle large
candle small
your threads of fire are burning up
your feathers of fire are winning night
and turning light
and turning light
light deepest night for me
and steer for me
spin and spin then and then
when I'm dancing with my love
the shadows flicker up above
up above the shadows do the candle mambo
candle roll
unfold and ball
candle blur
candle whir
candle her
candle her
while your lights are spinning around
your feathers of fire are winning night
and turning light
and turning light
candle crack
candle break
correct the night's mistake
(repeating of parts)

. . .


stopped by your house
saw your lamp lit
not a sign of you in it
where could you go at this hour?
has all our love lost its power?
i said i would be here with our flower
street lamps flutter like fireflies
i wished i hadn't told you
all of those love lies
[repeating of parts]
i miss you more hour by hour
the roses seem to smell sour
[repeating of parts]
butter lamps flutter like fireflies
[repeating of parts]

. . .

Suction Prints

[Нет текста]

. . .


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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