He Used to Cut The Grass — текст песни (Frank Zappa)





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Withdrawn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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