Αποσπάσματα από το ξεκίνημα του μνημειώδους άλμπουμ We’re Only In It For The Money του Frank Zappa με τους Mothers of Invention. Για την περίσταση. 📀 📀 Excerpts from the beginning of Frank Zappa & The Mothers of Invention’s monumental album We’re Only In It For The Money. For the occasion.

00:00 WHO NEEDS THE PEACE CORPS
What’s there to live for?
Who needs the peace corps?
Think I’ll just drop out
I’ll go to Frisco
Buy a wig and sleep
On Owsley’s floor
Walked past the wig store
Danced at the Fillmore
I’m completely stoned
I’m hippy and I’m trippy
I’m a gypsy on my own
I’ll stay a week and get the crabs and
Take a bus back home
I’m really just a phony
But forgive me
‘Cause I’m stoned
Every town must have a place
Where phony hippies meet
Psychedelic dungeons
Popping up on every street
Go to San Francisco
How I love ya, how I love ya
How I love ya, how I love ya, Frisco!
How I love ya, how I love ya
How I love ya, how I love ya
Oh, my hair is getting good in the back!
Every town must have a place
Where phony hippies meet
Psychedelic dungeons
Popping up on every street
Go to San Francisco
Hotcha!
First I’ll buy some beads
And then perhaps a leather band
To go around my head
Some feathers and bells
And a book of Indian lore
I will ask the Chamber Of Commerce
How to get to Haight Street
And smoke an awful lot of dope
I will wander around barefoot
I will have a psychedelic gleam in my eye at all times
I will love everyone
I will love the police as they kick the shit out of me on the street
I will sleep
I will, I will go to a house
That’s, that’s what I will do
I will go to a house
Where there’s a rock & roll band
‘Cause the groups all live together
And I will join a rock & roll band
I will be their road manager
And I will stay there with them
And I will get the crabs
But I won’t care

02:35 CONCENTRATION MOON
Concentration moon
Over the camp in the valley
Concentration moon
Wis I was back in the alley
With all of my friends
Still running free
Hair growing out
Every hole in me
American way
How did it start?
Thousands of creeps
Killed in the park
American way
Try and explain
Scab of a nation
Driven insane
Don’t cry
Gotta go bye bye
Suddenly: die die
Cop kill a creep!
Pow pow pow
Concentration moon
Over the camp in the valley
Concentration moon
Wish I was back in the alley
With all of my friends
Still running free
Hair growing out
Every hole in me
American way
Threatened by us
Drag a few creeps
Away in a bus
American way
Prisoner: lock
Smash every creep
In the face with a rock
Don’t cry
Gotta go bye bye
Suddenly: die die
Cop kill a creep!
Pow pow pow

04:57 MOM & DAD
Mama! Mama!
Someone said they made some noise
The cops have shot some girls & boys
You’ll sit home & drink all night
They looked too weird . . . it served them right
Mama! Mama!
Someone said they made some noise
The cops have shot some girls & boys
You’ll sit home & drink all night
They looked too weird . . . it served them right
Ever take a minute just to show a real emotion
In between the moisture cream & velvet facial lotion?
Ever tell your kids you’re glad that they can think?
Ever say you loved ’em? Ever let ’em watch you drink?
Ever wonder why your daughter looked so sad?
It’s such a drag to have to love a plastic Mom & Dad
Mama! Mama!
Your child was killed in the park today
Shot by the cops as she quietly lay
By the side of the creeps she knew . . .
They killed her too.