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Текст (слова) песни: Frank Zappa - The torchum Never Stops



Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)

Steve vai (guitar)

Ray white (guitar, vocals)

Tommy mars (keyboards)

Chuck wild (piano)

Arthur barrow (bass)

Scott thunes (bass)

Jay anderson (string bass)

Ed mann (percussion)

Chad wackerman (drums)

Ike willis (vocals)

Terry bozzio (vocals)

Dale bozzio (vocals)

Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)

Bob harris (vocals)

Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)

Thing-fish:

Now, dis nasty sucker is de respondable party fo de en-whiffment o de origumal potium. through de magik o stage-kraff, we be able to see him at woik!

He now be preparin some ugly shit to make yo life even mo mizzable den it awready are, since dis batch be resigned to render him immortal! we does not know if it gwine woik yet, but we kin al

Hope fo de best!

Thing-fish: (singing)

Flies all green n buzznin

In his dunjing of despair

Prisoners grummle an piss dey clothes

n scratch dey matted hair

A tiny light fum a window-hole

A hunnit yards away

Is all dey ever gets tknow

bouts de regluh life in de day

An it stink so bad, de stones been chokin

n weepin greenish drops

In de room where de giant fowah-puffer woikin,

n de torchum never stops

De torchum never stops

De torchum,

De torchum,

De torchum never stops

(go on, dewlla! play dat lil guitar one mogin!)

(spoken)

Uh-oh! I smells trubba! he be messin wit pigmeat heahhh! muthafucker be rejectin some co-log- nuh directly into de duo-deenum of de unsuspecting victim! now he gone see if he immune to it by e

A dab hisseff!

(singing)

Flies all green an buzznin

In his dunjing of despair

An evil prince eats a steamin pig

In a chamber, right near dere

He eat de snouts an de trotters foist!

De loins an de groins Id soon re-spersed

His carvin style Id well re-hoist

He stan n shout:

All main be coist!

All main be coist!

All main be coist!

All main be coist!

An dis-ergree? well, no one durst...

He de best, of cose, of all de woist

Some wrong been done, he done it foist...

An he stink so bad, his bones been chokin

And weepin greenish drops,

In de vat of galoot co-log-nuh,

Where de re-zease be berlin up

Berlin an uh boilin up

Co-log-nuh!

Co-log-nuh!

Galoot co-log-uh-nuh!

Thing-fish: (spoken)

Oh! do yoseff a favum n dont use it! oooooooh! look at these ugly suckers! boy, when white folks come back fum bein dead, they sho gets scary-lookin! but dont take their appearance too ser

Y, people, cause dey say dis de sort o folks dat belongs on broadway! the broadway zombies collect around the evil prince, who suddenly suspects the presence of an intruder. after taking a lar

Te from an onion he sings...

Evil prince: (singing)

Somewhere, over there, I can tell,

Theres a voice of

A potato-headed whatchamacallit

Who does not wish me well!

His clothes are quite stupid,

And also his shoes!

Hes got a big ol duck-mouth!

(who knows how he chews!)

He thinks he knows something

About the great plan!

How ultimate blandness

Must rule and command

He knows not a drop,

Not a crumb,

Not a whit,

Of the reason for doing

This criminal shit

And then, if he did,

Would it matter a bit?

Not at all!

Because it is writ:

Our beige-blandish god

Tends to certify it:

"only the boring and bland shall survive!

Only the lamest of lameness will thrive!"

Take it or leave it, you wont be alive,

If you are overtly creative!

Fairies and faggots and queers are

creative

All the best music on broadway is

native

Who will step forward

And end all this trouble?

For beige-blandish citizens,

Clutching the rubble

Of vanishing dreams

Of wimpish amusement,

Replaced by a rash

Of creative confusement!

Soon, my brave zombies,

Youll make your return!

Broadway will glow!

Broadway will burn!

(along with the remnants of

Everything new)

My holy disease will do

Wonders for you!

Those lovely producers

Who paid for you then

Will do it again, and again, and again!

Evil prince: (singing to the zombies)

The spying potato

With horrible diction

Will rot in the garbage

When this shows eviction

Takes place shortly after

My alternate skill

Of theatrical sabotage

Triumphs your will!

Ive a special review

Ive been saving for years

For a show just like this,

With potatoes and queers

Ill say its disgusting, atrocious, and dull

Ill say it makes boils inside of your skull

Ill say its the worst-of-the-worst of the

Year,

No wind down the plain, and its hard on your

Ear

Ill say its the work of an infantile mind

Ill say that its tasteless, and that you will

Find

A better excuse to spend money or time

At a tupper-ware party,

So, do be a smarty!

Hold on to that dollar

A little while longer

For spending it here,

Why, it couldnt be wronger!

Whats happened to broadway?

Wheres it gone, all the glitter?

The heart and the soul

The patter?

The pitter?

And after this deadly review hits the paper,

In will come roper, bender & raper,

To legally execute all that remains

Of this tragic amusement for drug-addled brains

Thing-fish: (singing)

Flies all green an buzznin

In his dunjing of despair

Who are all o dem zombies

Dat he fuckin wit down dere?

Are dey crazy?

Are dey sainted?

Are dey stage-kraff someone painted?

It have never been explained,

Since at first it were created,

But, a musical, like wes in,

Require a whole bunch o everythin!

We talkin everythin dat ever been!

Look at her!

Look at him!

Dat what de deal we dealin in

Dat what de deal we dealin in

Dat what de deal we dealin in

Dat what de deal we dealin in

 

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