Frank Zappa (guitar, vocals) Ian Underwood (alto saxophone, piano) Bunk Gardner (tenor saxophone, clarinet) Motorhead Sherwood (baritone saxophone, tambourine
he sent His clumsy body graceful as a child He said there's magic in the fiddler's arm There's magic in this town There's magic in the dancers' feet
the floor he sent His clumsy body graceful as a child He said, "There's magic in the fiddler's arm, there's magic in this town There's magic in the
his bed No more than a baby feeding swans on the river Holding the hands of his mother And the wax paper bag of yesterday's bread And his father on the other
Diana dors all washed up Dolores del rio Hanging round the lowlife dives And other zombie go-go's Sleaze - can be very tragic Sleaze - but I only see the magic
was not quite what he expected there was an old piano player there playing with a honky-tonk sound and everyone who entered that place depressed that piano
: Amongst the books, an angel i've not met And time hasn't touched her yet From a to m to z she swans, as if avoiding bed Pigtails instead of wings I
: Heading south so i can go north Guided by birds but drifting off-course Read the tide-table before starting out Bbut 30 years old with chapters torn
: None of us are what we were I know you've heard this all before I know you've heard this all before But none of us are what we were But it's a dark
: England's dreaming, winter absent I take my books back, change my accent First in the library You queue up behind me, frost-bitten in french mittens
: I'm in my halloween boat with a hole in my heart the size of a girl Pacific postman, 30 west by 50 east on a black sea that joins up countries My life
: I came to your party dressed as a shadow and you never knew, you never knew I rolled through the halls like a velvet wave, as quiet as an empty stage
: She said, "it's ok - you'll feel better every day and all memory of this will fade away" And that's the biggest lie and i just wonder why when love
: The canadian brought us snow and lucky strikes for john to smoke A thursday night with powercuts, in mountain socks, burning books We watched the jetsons
: There's angel pie in the oven and everything is ok, it's alright The point at which the seasons pass each other on the way out, way in 'A confederate
: I can't believe she said that Can't believe it's true Can't believe she's faithful, She is wicked through and through She's read too many books She
: It's just out of reach Can't think of nothing else Gathering the nerve Something's in the air It's just out of reach and i'm on the ground I have energy