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She's a girl who misses much,
Do do do do do do do, oh yeah.
She's well aquainted with touch of the velvet hand,
Like a lizard on a window pane.
The man in the crowd with multicoloured mirrors,
On his hobnailed boots.
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy,
Working overtime.
A soap impression of his wife which he ate,
And donated to the National Trust.
Christ knows what they were on when they wrote that song!!
No doubt Goatboy will quote some weird Clutch lyrics, with good reason too. :O)
Got me?
CAPTAIN BEEFHEART - THE DUST BLOWS FAR AND THE DUST BLOWS BACK.
Ahem, your attention please...
"There's all grey with a dove wing hat. There's all green with a sewing machine. Where's the bobbin head? Totin' all green in a printed sack. The dust blows far 'n' the dust blows back. And the wind blows black through the sky, and a smoke stack blows up.. in.. the sun's eye. When am i gonna die? A white flake riverboat just blew by. Bubbles pop big. And a lipstick kleenex hung on a point-ed fork-ed twig. Reminds me of the bobby girls. Never was my hobby girls. Hand full o' worms and a pole fishin'. Caught bobbin like a hot red bulb. Then a Blue Jay squeeks 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 toast scamperin'. Gophers rumblin'. In piled crater rock holes. One red bean stuck in the bottom of a tin bowl. Hot coffee from a crimped up can. Me an' my girl named Bimbo. Limbo. Spam."
SFA - Guacomole
Absolutely genius!
Fun Lovin' Criminals.
"Good god almighty we were panning for gold..out on the banks of mighty Colorado..when all a sudden came an awful sound...ten thousand buffalo a running us down"
"My mother was Black, my father was Decker, believe me my friend, it doesn't get any better"
"Because whenever you wobble the weebles you know they get ticked off. And in the season of bol-weevil speaking evil in your ear and a pile of manure fertilizing all your fears, we yabbadabbadoo all the way to Shangri-la.
Here it is with the rock and roll outlaw"
"Oh I ain't joking when I'm telling ya, that while in the Yakima, digging up them thunder egg stones..."
"Like Marlon Brando, but bigger.
You'll find that creature at the bottom of the deep down Susquehanna River.
This one I had stood right on up to me,
Tore out his hook and declared himself a prodigy. "