κεφάλαιο 19, (solid annex)
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undesidability
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Musical, Hair,Aquarius Goodnights/Ain't Got No/Yip Up The Sun
Aquarius Aquarius Aquarius Aquarius
I'm human being number 1,005,963,297
Ain't got no [3]
Ain't got no (bang) [5]
Ain't got no
Boom Boom Beep Beep
Boom Gowa Flowa Powa
Boom Boom Beep Beep
Boom Gowa Flowa Powa

Hell no we won't go [2]
Do not enter induction center [2]
Yip Yip Yip Yip Yip Yip Yip Yip [2]
What are the hell are we fighting for?
Make love not war
Black, white, yellow, red
Copulate in a king size bed
Yip Yip Yip Yip Yip Yip Yip Yippie [2]
Claude? Claude?
CLAUDE?
I'm right here, like it or not they got me.
actus
Musical, Hair,
Flesh Failures (Let the Sunshine In)
We starve-look
At one another
Short of breath
Walking proudly in our winter coats
Wearing smells from laboratories
Facing a dying nation
Of moving paper fantasy
Listening for the new told lies
With supreme visions of lonely tunes
Somewhere
Inside something there is a rush of Greatness
Who knows what stands in front of
Our lives
I fashion my future on films in space
Silence
Tells me secretly
Everything [2]
Manchester England England [2]
Eyes look your last
Across the Atlantic Sea
Arms take your last embrace
And I'm a genius genius
And lips oh you the doors of breath
I believe in God
Seal with a righteous kiss
And I believe that God believes in Claude
Seal with a righteous kiss
That's me, that's me, that's me
The rest is silence [3]
Our space songs on a spider web sitar
Life is around you and in you
Answer for Timothy Leary, dearie
Let the sunshine Let the sunshine in [2]
Let the sunshine in
The sunshine in
Let the sunshine
Let the sunshine in
The sun shine in ...
songs
filosofia
deep p
Act III
SCENE SEVENTEEN
WATERMELON IN EASTER HAY
CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER:
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)
This is the central scrutinizer...
joe has just worked himself into an imaginary frenzy during the fade- out of his imaginary song...
he begins to feel depressed now.
He knows the end is near.
he realized at last that imaginary guitar notes and imaginary vocals exist only in the imagination of the imaginer...
and...
ultimately, who gives a fuck anyway...
so...
so...
excuse me...
so...
who give a fuck anyway?
so he goes back to his ugly little room and quietly dreams his last imaginary guitar solo...
(after the song ends)
This is the central scrutinizer...
as you can see, music can get you pretty fucked up...
take a tip from joe, do like he did, hock your imaginary guitar and get a good job...
joe did, and he's a ha Uy now, on the day shift at the utility muffin research kitchen, arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas snoot of a fully-charged icing anointment utensil.
and every time a nice little muffin com On the belt, he poots forth...
And if this doesn't convince you that music causes big trouble...
then maybe I should turn off my plastic megaphone and sing the last song on the album
in my regular voice...
platon
your naughty girl
I'm feelin sexy
I wanna hear you say my name boy
If you can reach me
You can feel my burning flame

I'm feelin kind of n-a-s-t-y
I might just take you home with me
Baby the minute Ι feel your energy
Your vibe's just taken over me
Start feelin so crazy babe
I feel the funk coming over me
I don't know what's gotten into me
The rhythm's got me feelin so crazy babe

Tonight Ι'll be your naughty girl
I'm callin all my girls
We're gonna turn this party out
I know you want my body
Tonight Ι'll be your naughty girl
I'm callin all my girls
I see you look me up and down
And I came to party

You're so sexy, tonight i am all yours boy
The way your body moves across the floor
You got me feelin n-a-s-t-y
I might just take you home with me

Baby the minute i feel your energy
The vibe's just taken over me
Start feelin so crazy babe
I feel the funk coming over me
I don't know what's gotten into me
The rhythm's got me feelin so crazy babe

Tonight I'll be your naughty girl
I'm callin all my girls
We're gonna turn this party out
I know you want my body
Tonight I'll be your naughty girl
I'm callin all my girls
I see you look me up and down
And I came to party

I love to love you baby [3]

Tonight I'll be your naughty girl
I'm callin all my girls
We're gonna turn this party out
I know you want my body
Tonight I'll be your naughty girl
I'm callin all my girls
I see you look me up and down
And I came to party

Written by Giorgio Moroder, Pete Bellotte, Kimberly Jones, Donna Summer, Beyonce Knowles, Scott Storch, Robert Whaller, Angela Beyince
parathemata
Too drunk to fuck
Went to a party
I danced all night
I drank 16 beers
And I started up a fight
But now I am jaded
You're out of luck
I'm rolling down the stairs
Too drunk to fuck [4]
I'm too drunk, too drunk, too drunk
To fuck
I like your stories
I love your gun
Shooting out truck tires
Sounds like loads and loads of fun
But in my room
Wish you were dead
You ball like the baby
In Eraserhead
Too drunk to fuck [3]
It's all I need right now
Too drunk to fuck [4]
I'm sick soft gooey and cold
Too drunk to fuck
I'm about to drop
My head's a mess
The only salvation is
I'll never see you again
You give me head
It makes it worse
Take out your fuckin' retainer
Put it in your purse
I'm too drunk to fuck
You're to drunk to fuck
Too drunk to fuck
It's all I need right now Oh baby
I'm melting like an ice cream bar
Oh baby
And now I got diarrhea
Too drunk to fuck
Yeah, Yeah [3]
Oooohhh

"Too drunk to fuck" by "Dead Kennedys" 1981
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