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Post by Stevie on Dec 19, 2010 11:14:58 GMT
"The Man With The Woman Head"
Are you with me on this people? The man with the woman head Polynesian wallpaper made the face stand out, a mixture of Oriental and early vaudeville jazz poofter, forming a hard, beetle-like triangular chin much like a praying mantis. Smoky razor-cut, low on the ear-neck profile. The face the color of a nicotine-stained hand. Dark circles collected under the wrinkled, folded eyes, map-like from too much turquoise eyepaint. He showed his old tongue through ill-fitting wooden teeth, stained from too much opium, chipped from the years. The feet, brown wrinkles above straw loafers. A piece of coconut in a pink seashell caught the tongue and knotted into thin white strings. Charcoal grey Eisenhower jacket zipped into a lotus green ascot. A coil of ashes collected on the white-on-yellow dacs. Four slender bones with rings and nails endured the weight of a hard fast black rubber cigarette holder. I could just make out "Ace" as he carried the tray and mouthed, "You cheap son of a bitch" as a straw fell out of a Coke, cartwheeled into the gutter. So this was a drive-in restaurant in Hollywood, So this was a drive-in restaurant in Hollywood, So this was a drive-in restaurant in Hollywood.
See what I mean?
Michael please delete if considered inappropriate to post lyrics here, although it would be a shame to do so.....
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Post by honeyboy on Dec 19, 2010 11:29:10 GMT
Man with the woman head
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Post by Michael Messer on Dec 19, 2010 12:32:21 GMT
Nothing inappropriate about posting Captain Beefheart's lyrics, or any others for that matter.
This has turned into an interesting thread. He was a great artist.
Shine On Michael
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Post by percythewonderant on Dec 19, 2010 14:32:14 GMT
A final salute from me to the Captain then.
I shall slip the sound track to the film 'Blue Collar' into the drive and turn the volume up.
He was as inspiring live as on record. The man and his bands have supplied a large part of the soundtrack to large chunks of my life. I didn't immediately like everything I heard from him, but he made my head a more interesting if not always happier place to be in. And some of the things I thought I hated were the ones that stuck and became strangely hummable.
In the same way that after a night drinking too much whisky, the slightest scent made me feel queazy, for a while I was unable to listen to anything by the good Captain for fear of a past life engulfing me.
Powerful stuff. 'Nuff Said, - from me that is.......
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Post by charleyhouse on Dec 19, 2010 17:56:46 GMT
I don't know how to get it on here (perhaps a techno head can help), look up 'My Head is My Only House When it Rains' by Everything But The Girl. It's a great cover.
Safe as Milk indeed.
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