Frank Zappa - Mozart Ballet - Piano Sonata in B flat

Artist: Frank Zappa
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
FZ:
While the well disciplined Ian Underwood plays selected fragments from Mozarts Piano Sonata In B-flat and we make electric noises, some members of our rocking teen combo will hop around on stage in a grotesque parody of the art of ballet dancing.

Oh you have to carry him. . . .
...you carry him!

Come on, I told everybody

Bok, bok, bickehh!
Bok, bok, bickehh!
Bok, bok, bickehh!
Boy, do I hate chickens!
Bok, bok, bickehh!
Bok, bok, snork, snork, snork

During this part of our extremely zany ballet, Don Preston disguised as a mad scientist will convert the unwilling Motorhead Sherwood into a walking zombie.

Bok, bok, (heh), BOCK!

Don, let him get his smock on!
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Frank Zappa - This Aint CNN

Artist: Frank Zappa
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Frank Zappa (synclavier)
Ensemble Modern

Ich bin grad reinkommen
(I just came in)
und da hab i gsehn, dass
(and I noticed that)
da so viel Platz is
(there is so much room here)

[someone says that this is not the 'UN man..']

Ich versteh kein Wort
(I don't understand a word)
Ich bin do in dem Klavier
(I am in this piano and )
drinne und's klingt so komisch
(it sounds so strange)

[someone says 'this ain't CNN'...]

Do kommt ma scho rum in dem Klavier
(you sure get around in this piano)

[someone says 'my fist speaks English...']

I net, i net, wenn i red no red i
(Not me, not me, when I speak I do)
scho bayrisch
(speak bavarian)

[A different voice in German:]

Bevor ich hier reingekommen
(Before I came in here, I had a)
bin, da hab ich ein Patrami
(Pastrami sandwich,)
sandwich gegessen, es war gut
(it was good)

Gebt's ihm doch ein Pony,
(Give him a Pony, yes, give him)
jo, gebt's ihm ein Pony
(a Pony)

[then they talk about 'room service' and how to make a phone call from a payphone.]

Ah, a Zahltelefon
(Ah, a payphone)

[You hear again a different voice in German. This is a commercial for a German phone service company:]

Telefonkarte
(Phone credit card)
Qualitaet und Sicherheit
(Quality and security)
aus einer Hand
(from one source)

Wir sind Deutschlands
(We are Germany's)
Kommunikationsgesellschaft
(communication company)

Drei Null Eins Eins Null Drei Eins Eins Drei Sechs
(3 0 1 1 0 3 1 1 3 6)

Qualitaet und Sicherheit
(
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Biz Markie: Funk Is Back

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Get up out your seat, the grand groove is back
With a beat to sink your teeth in like Wolfman Jack
I'm bringing in the swing like ching a-ling a-ling
Guaranteed to rock and make the microphone sing
I combine funk with a make-a-monk piano
I'm nuts, I'm crazy, I lost it, and man a
Different type of bud in my veign and hey
Like I'm *cookoo cookoo* like a nappy dread
Now it's me, the B-I-Z, M-A-R K-I to the E
As you can see, going to the T-O-O, mo mo most definitely
I concoct to rock, and put you in shock
Not from the past, but I blact like Binac-a
Yeah, the one foots getting ill
Cause nobody beats the Biz still

The funk is back! (Repeat 4x)

Ooops, well I'm the original B-I-Z Mark
Here to let you know my bite is worse than my bark
I'm coiming out with some freakified funk
If Joanie was around, then I'd be a hump
But since she ain't, I still am the
Hellified king of the R-A-P
I'sa I'sa I'sa here to let you know
I'm the hypnotizing, mezmorizing, stealing the show
Uh-oh, I'm hitting hitting just like a speaker
My mom dropped the bomb, then God said "Eureka!"
To say a lay masterpiece that's long overdue
>From the streets of California to Kalamazoo
Don't look at me like I'm crazy or dumb
Cause my jinlge will tickle you cerebrum
My sensational delivery will give you a chill
That's why nobody beats the Biz still

The funk is back! (Repeat 4x)

I'm the super, duper, party pooper
With my loop I'll put you in a stupor
Chump, thump, with doctor's bump
With the trunks of funk to make the heartbeat pump
M ah Z R, K har, I har, E har
Try hard, a star, rocking the Casbah
My brain maintains with no restraints
Not John Doe or Jane, here to entertain
Feul a, deuler, plus an old schooler
Funk from the crack keep me kicking like I'm ruler
Dunky, drunky, skunky, funky, and pokey
Chunky, a junkie with the monkey on my back
Knack, opposites attract
Biz being wack? Get the bozack!
Skill to ill, plus always thrill
And I be sure that no one beats the Biz still

The funk is back! (Repeat 4x)

*the Biz goes off til the song's end*

Joni Mitchell - CAREY

Artist: Joni Mitchell
Music Album: Blue
(Music Song Lyrics):
The wind is in from Africa
Last night I couldn't sleep
Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here Carey
But it's really not my home
My fingernails are filthy, I got beach tar on my feet
And I miss my clean white linen and my fancy French cologne

Oh Carey get out your cane
And I'll put on some silver
Oh you're a mean old Daddy, but I like you fine

Come on down to the Mermaid Cafe and I will buy you a bottle of wine
And we'll laugh and toast to nothing and smash our empty glasses down
Let's have a round for these freaks and these soldiers
A round for these friends of mine
Let's have another round for the bright red devil
Who keeps me in this tourist town

Come on, Carey, get out your cane
I'll put on some silver
Oh you're a mean old Daddy, but I like you

Maybe I'll go to Amsterdam
Or maybe I'll go to Rome
And rent me a grand piano and put some flowers 'round my room
But let's not talk about fare-thee-welIs now
The night is a starry dome.
And they're playin' that scratchy rock and roll
Beneath the Matalla Moon

Come on, Carey, get out your cane
And I'll put on some silver
You're a mean old Daddy, but I like you

The wind is in from Africa
Last night I couldn't sleep
Oh, you know it sure is hard to leave here
But, it's really not my home
Maybe it's been too long a time
Since I was scramblin' down in the street
Now they got me used to that clean white linen
And that fancy French cologne

Oh Carey, get out your cane
I'll put on my finest silver
We'll go to the Mermaid Cafe
Have fun tonight
I said, Oh, you're a mean old Daddy, but you're out of sight
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Gainsbourg Serge - La Poupe Qui Fait

Artist: Gainsbourg Serge
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Dans un boudoir introduisez un coeur bien tendre
Sur canap laissez s'assoir et se detendre
Versez une larme de porto et puis mettez vous au piano
Jouez Chopin, avec dedain,
Egrenez vos accords et s'il s'endort alors l jetez le dehors
Le second soir faites revenir ce coeur bien tendre
Faites mijoter trois bons quart d'heure vous attendre
Et s'il n'est pas encore parti soyez en sr c'est qu'il est cuit
Sans vous trahir, laissez fremir
Faites attendre encore et s'il s'endort alors l jetez le dehors
Le lendemain, il ne tient qu' vous d'etre tendre,
Tamisez toutes les lumires et sans attendre,
Jouez la farce du grand amour, dites jamais, dites toujours
Et consommez sur canap
Mais aprs les transports, ah s'il s'endort alors l foutez le dehors
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Lesion American - Opinion

Artist: Lesion American
Music Album: American Lesion
(Music Song Lyrics):
The first thing I remember was the friction in the room
And that brown spinet piano that never played in tune
The cruel, impatient tyrant; the frustrated malconetent
The need to find the pieces and the absence of cement

No one ever told me about the right way to love
And no one ever showed me what we're supposed to be made of
So don't be too forthright about what you think that I should be
And I'll willingly accept your low opinion of me

The last thing I remember was the slamming of the door
And the resonance of my imperfection broke the silence once more
The selfish, angry bastard who doesn't want to hear
I tried to learn compassion - you turned the other ear

No one ever told me about the right way to love
And no one ever showed me what we're supposed to be made of
So don't be too forthright about what you think that I should be
And I'll willingly accept your low opinion of me

The worn out, broken record who doesn't fit the mold
The righteous independent, the mood so harsh and cold

Momma never told me about the right way to love
And Daddy never showed me what we're supposed to be made of
So don't be too forthright about what you think that I should be
And I'll willingly accept your low opinion of me
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