Hey jstp, if you’ve ever watched Frank Zappa’s testimony before congress (It’s on Jewtube) concerning the censoring of song lyrics, it is quite hilarious because he throws the truth right in their face.
Wooohoo, Frankie showed those congressional turds who their toilet relatives are!
And then Frankie died of virulent prostate cancer just shortly before his 53rd birthday. Isn’t that always the way these scum operate? If they can’t shut them up, they shut them down, especially sons of military industrial complex employees.
RIP, Frankie. You gave us some good wry laughs and you’ll always be remembered.
Guilty.
Enjoying life in the 20th century?
Are you out of your fu#king mind?
In the wrong century.
Well, huh, in the dark
Where all the fevers grow,
Under the water
Where the shark bubbles blow.
In the morning
By your radio,
Do the walls close in to suffocate ya?
Ain’t got no friends,
And all the others, they hate ya.
Does the life you been leading gotta go?
Well, let me straighten you out
About a place I know.
Get your shoes and socks on, people,
It’s right around the corner
Over by Tom Waits’ restaurant.
Out through the night and the whispering breezes
To the place where they keep the imaginary diseases,
Out through the night and the whispering breezes
To the place where they keep the imaginary diseases.
Now, ladies and gentlemen,
Zionists call this disease bromhidrosis,
But us regular folks, who might wear tennis shoes
Or an occasional python boot,
Know this exquisite little inconvenience by the name of
(now watch this)
STINK-FOOT!
Yes indeed, you know,
My python boot is too tight.
I couldn’t get it off last night.
A week went by,
Now it’s July.
I finally got it off,
And my girlfriend cried,
She said, STINK-FOOT!
Stink-foot, darlin’.
Your stink-foot
Puts the hurts on my nose.
Stink-foot, stink-foot, I ain’t lyin’.
Can you rinse it off, do you suppose?
Here Fido, here Fido,
Bring the slippers little puppy.
That’s a good dog.
Arf, arf, arf.
FZ was my musical mentor ( guitar and keys here, I’ve played for 30+ years ). Saw him many times live in Kalifornia from LA to SF. The most prolific social commentator of our time. RIP Frank and thank you for pointing out the obvious . . .
He was a musical genius, proficient at playing seventeen different instruments (NOT simultaneously… lol), and I had the pleasure of seeing him live in SLC. Outstanding concert!
Sadly, he was also an NWO tool. Pops was military.
Mr. Zappa made a notable impression on me in my late childhood/early teen years. He was INDEED a gifted and intellectual man. I would have liked to have met him personally and talked about reality.
Hey jstp, if you’ve ever watched Frank Zappa’s testimony before congress (It’s on Jewtube) concerning the censoring of song lyrics, it is quite hilarious because he throws the truth right in their face.
I remember it being in the news, I’ll take a look at it, thanks Millard.
Here it is, Millard and Joe:
What took you so long to post it, Angel-NYC, your skills are slipping! 😆
Wooohoo, Frankie showed those congressional turds who their toilet relatives are!
And then Frankie died of virulent prostate cancer just shortly before his 53rd birthday. Isn’t that always the way these scum operate? If they can’t shut them up, they shut them down, especially sons of military industrial complex employees.
RIP, Frankie. You gave us some good wry laughs and you’ll always be remembered.
Guilty.
Enjoying life in the 20th century?
Are you out of your fu#king mind?
In the wrong century.
Well, huh, in the dark
Where all the fevers grow,
Under the water
Where the shark bubbles blow.
In the morning
By your radio,
Do the walls close in to suffocate ya?
Ain’t got no friends,
And all the others, they hate ya.
Does the life you been leading gotta go?
Well, let me straighten you out
About a place I know.
Get your shoes and socks on, people,
It’s right around the corner
Over by Tom Waits’ restaurant.
Out through the night and the whispering breezes
To the place where they keep the imaginary diseases,
Out through the night and the whispering breezes
To the place where they keep the imaginary diseases.
Now, ladies and gentlemen,
Zionists call this disease bromhidrosis,
But us regular folks, who might wear tennis shoes
Or an occasional python boot,
Know this exquisite little inconvenience by the name of
(now watch this)
STINK-FOOT!
Yes indeed, you know,
My python boot is too tight.
I couldn’t get it off last night.
A week went by,
Now it’s July.
I finally got it off,
And my girlfriend cried,
She said, STINK-FOOT!
Stink-foot, darlin’.
Your stink-foot
Puts the hurts on my nose.
Stink-foot, stink-foot, I ain’t lyin’.
Can you rinse it off, do you suppose?
Here Fido, here Fido,
Bring the slippers little puppy.
That’s a good dog.
Arf, arf, arf.
STINK!
Oh, that’s enough of that.
FZ was my musical mentor ( guitar and keys here, I’ve played for 30+ years ). Saw him many times live in Kalifornia from LA to SF. The most prolific social commentator of our time. RIP Frank and thank you for pointing out the obvious . . .
Thanks Angel.
😀
wow… I remember this…thanks for this vid…Zappa was an intellectual…miss him
He was a musical genius, proficient at playing seventeen different instruments (NOT simultaneously… lol), and I had the pleasure of seeing him live in SLC. Outstanding concert!
Sadly, he was also an NWO tool. Pops was military.
I think he broke the MIC mold, thus he died of cancer at a relatively young age.
Oh, he DEFINITELY shook the octopus loose a few years before they ‘tended’ to him, Enbe.
Gotta respect him for that.
Watch out where the huskies go;
And don’t you eat that yellow snow.
Mr. Zappa made a notable impression on me in my late childhood/early teen years. He was INDEED a gifted and intellectual man. I would have liked to have met him personally and talked about reality.
I saw him in the late 1970’s at the Tower Theater in Philadelphia. I’m a big fan of Frank Zappa.