Текст (слова) песни: Frank Zappa - He Used to Cut The Grass

Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)

Warren cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)

Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)

Ike willis (lead vocals)

Peter wolf (keyboards)

Arthur barrow (bass, vocals)

Ed mann (percussion)

Vinnie colaiuta (drums)

Joe: (to himself as he walks out of prison)

Im out at last

Boy, the world

Sure looks different

Wow...theres hardly

Anything fun to do

Since they made

Music illegal

But Im hooked

I got the habit

Ive got to have it

I need to play

But theres no

Musicians anymore

Theyre all gone

Wait! Ive got it!

Ill be sullen and

Withdrawn

Ill dwindle off into

The twilight realm

Of my own secret

Thoughts

Ill walk through

The parking lot

In a semi-

Catatonic state

And dream of

Guitar notes

To go with the

Loading-zone

Announcements.

Joe wanders through the world which by then has been totally epoxied over, carefully organized, with everyone reporting daily to his or her appointed place in a line somewhere in front of a wind

Mewhere in a building somewhere in order to collect his or her welfare check, which, when cashed, made it possible for the young ones to continue the payments for the obsolete and irreparable ap

Ces their parents had purchased on the instalment plan years ago, providing as security the future incomes of their children. the rest of these checks were used by the young recipients to buy fu

Ngs of their own on credit, most of which broke down or failed within moments of purchase and seemed to be stacking up everywhere.

Central scrutinizer:

This is the central

Scrutinizer

The white zone

Is for loading and

Unloading only.

If you have to load or

Unload, go to the

White zone.

Youll love it.

Its a way of life.

This is the central

Scrutinizer

The white zone

Is for loading and

Unloading only.

If you have to load or

Unload, go to the

White zone.

Youll love it.

Its a way of life.

This is the central

Scrutinizer

The white zone

Is for loading and

Unloading only.

If you have to load or

Unload...

As joe stumbles over mounds of dead consumer goods formed into abstract statues dedicated to the quality of american craftsmanship, dreaming his stupid little guitar notes, he hears, somewhere i

Back of his head, the voice of mrs. borg, taunting him:

Mrs. borgs voice:

Turn it down!

Turn it down!

I have children

Sleeping here!

Dont you boys know

Any nice songs?

Im calling the police!

I did it!

Theyll be here...

Shortly!

Im not joking around

Anymore!

Youll see now!

There they are...

Theyre coming!

Listen to that mess,

Would you!

Every day this goes on

Around here!

He used to

Cut my grass...

He was a

Very nice boy...

He used to

Cut my grass...

He was a

Very nice boy...

He used to

Cut my grass...

He was a

Very nice boy...

He used to

Cut my grass...

He was a

Very nice boy...

Central scrutinizer:

This is the central scrutinizer... yes...he used to be a nice boy...he used to cut the grass...but now his mind is totally destroyed by music. hes so crazy now he even believes that people are

Ng articles and reviews about his imaginary guitar notes, and so, continuing to dwindle in the twilight realm of his own secret thoughts, he not only dreams imaginary guitar notes, but, to make

Rs worse, dreams imaginary vocal parts to a song about the imaginary journalistic profession...

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Frank Zappa - He Used to Cut The Grass Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals) Warren cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals) Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals) Ike willis (lead vocals) Peter wolf (keyboards) Arthur barrow (bass, vocals) Ed mann (percussion) Vinnie colaiuta (drums) Joe: (to himself as he walks out of prison) Im out at last Boy, the world Sure looks different Wow...theres hardly Anything fun to do Since they made Music illegal But Im hooked I got the habit Ive got to have it I need to play But theres no Musicians anymore Theyre all gone Wait! Ive got it! Ill be sullen and Withdrawn Ill dwindle off into The twilight realm Of my own secret Thoughts Ill walk through The parking lot In a semi- Catatonic state And dream of Guitar notes To go with the Loading-zone Announcements. Joe wanders through the world which by then has been totally epoxied over, carefully organized, with everyone reporting daily to his or her appointed place in a line somewhere in front of a wind Mewhere in a building somewhere in order to collect his or her welfare check, which, when cashed, made it possible for the young ones to continue the payments for the obsolete and irreparable ap Ces their parents had purchased on the instalment plan years ago, providing as security the future incomes of their children. the rest of these checks were used by the young recipients to buy fu Ngs of their own on credit, most of which broke down or failed within moments of purchase and seemed to be stacking up everywhere. Central scrutinizer: This is the central Scrutinizer The white zone Is for loading and Unloading only. If you have to load or Unload, go to the White zone. Youll love it. Its a way of life. This is the central Scrutinizer The white zone Is for loading and Unloading only. If you have to load or Unload, go to the White zone. Youll love it. Its a way of life. This is the central Scrutinizer The white zone Is for loading and Unloading only. If you have to load or Unload... As joe stumbles over mounds of dead consumer goods formed into abstract statues dedicated to the quality of american craftsmanship, dreaming his stupid little guitar notes, he hears, somewhere i Back of his head, the voice of mrs. borg, taunting him: Mrs. borgs voice: Turn it down! Turn it down! I have children Sleeping here! Dont you boys know Any nice songs? Im calling the police! I did it! Theyll be here... Shortly! Im not joking around Anymore! Youll see now! There they are... Theyre coming! Listen to that mess, Would you! Every day this goes on Around here! He used to Cut my grass... He was a Very nice boy... He used to Cut my grass... He was a Very nice boy... He used to Cut my grass... He was a Very nice boy... He used to Cut my grass... He was a Very nice boy... Central scrutinizer: This is the central scrutinizer... yes...he used to be a nice boy...he used to cut the grass...but now his mind is totally destroyed by music. hes so crazy now he even believes that people are Ng articles and reviews about his imaginary guitar notes, and so, continuing to dwindle in the twilight realm of his own secret thoughts, he not only dreams imaginary guitar notes, but, to make Rs worse, dreams imaginary vocal parts to a song about the imaginary journalistic profession... Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни He Used to Cut The Grass: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/105/1/529.html Все тексты песен: Frank Zappa » Frank Zappa - BakedBean Boogie » Frank Zappa - Tell Me You Love Me » Frank Zappa - It Can`t Happen Here » Frank Zappa - Hes So Gay » Frank Zappa - Father Oblivion » Frank Zappa - You Didn`t Try To Call Me » Frank Zappa - Concentration Moon » Frank Zappa - Call Any Vegetable » Frank Zappa - Wistful With a FistFull » Frank Zappa - Prologue » Frank Zappa - Cosmik Debris » Frank Zappa - Black Napkins » Frank Zappa - Ronnie`s Booger Story » Frank Zappa - The Torture Never Stops » Frank Zappa - The Dick Kunc Story » Frank Zappa - Let`s Move To Cleveland » Frank Zappa - Rhymin Man » Frank Zappa - Stuff up The Cracks » Frank Zappa - He`s So Gay » Frank Zappa - Cops Buns Рекомендуем скачать: » Цветы - Больше жизни » Цветомузыка - Зачем тебе такой красивый » Цыганова Вика - Шофера » Цыганова Вика - Жаль » Цыганова Вика - Валенки » Центр, Василий Шумов - Голографический имидж » Цыганова Вика - На заре вечерней » Цыганова Вика - Вор » Центр, Василий Шумов - Межгалактический воин » Цыганова Вика - Дед Мороз » Цыганова Вика - Не плачь, душа » Центр, Василий Шумов - Невесомости хватит казхдому » Цыганова Вика - Родимый край » Цыганова Вика - Три гитары » Цыганова Вика - Эх, раз... » Цыганова Вика - Гроздья рябины » Центр, Василий Шумов - Среди белого огня » Цыганова Вика - Лето красное » Цыганова Вика - Тетя Роза » Цыганова Вика - Анапа
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