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Albumok

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1. Don't Eat The Yellow Snow - 2:07 -
2. Nanook Rubs It - 4:37 -
3. St. Alphonzo's Pancake Breakfast - 1:51 -
4. Father O'Blivion - 2:18 -
5. Cosmik Debris - 4:13 -
6. Excentrifugal Forz - 1:33 -
7. Apostrophe(') - 5:50
8. Uncle Remus - 2:44 -
9. Stink Foot - 6:34 -

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Jim Gordon
John Guerin
Aynsley Dunbar
Ralph Humphrey

Jack Bruce
Erroneous
Tom Fowler
Frank Zappa

George Duke

Don "Sugar Cane" Harris
Jean-Luc Ponty

Ruth Underwood

Ian Underwood
Napoleon Murphy Brock

Sal Marquez

Bruce Fowler

Ray Collins
Kerry McNabb
Susie Glower
George Duke
Debbie
Lynn
Napoleon Murphy Brock
Ruben Ladron De Guevara
Robert Camarena
Tina Turner & The Ikettes

Frank Zappa - (except Tony Duran rhythm guitar on APOSTROPHE' )

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includes a quote from Midnight Sun (Hampton/Burke/Mercer)



Probably recorded c. summer 1973

FZ - guitar, lead vocals
George Duke - keyboards, back-up vocals
Tom Fowler - bass
Ralph Humphrey - drums
Ray Collins - back-up vocals
Kerry McNabb - back-up vocals
Susie Glower - back-up vocals ?
Debbie - back-up vocals
Lynn - back-up vocals
Ruben Ladron De Guevara - back-up vocals
Robert "Frog" Camarena - back-up vocals

Dreamed I was an Eskimo
Frozen wind began to blow
Under my boots and around my toes
The frost that bit the ground below
It was a hundred degrees below zero...

And my mama cried
And my mama cried
Nanook, a-no-no
Nanook, a-no-no
Don't be a naughty Eskimo
Save your money, don't go to the show

Well I turned around and I said "Oh, oh" Oh
Well I turned around and I said "Oh, oh" Oh
Well I turned around and I said "Ho, Ho"
And the northern lights commenced to glow
And she said, with a tear in her eye
"Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow"
"Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow"

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includes a quote from Midnight Sun (Hampton/Burke/Mercer)



Probably recorded c. summer 1973

FZ - guitar, lead vocals
George Duke - keyboards
Ruth Underwood - percussion
Bruce Fowler - trombone
Ian Underwood - saxophone
Tom Fowler - bass
Ralph Humphrey - drums
Ray Collins - back-up vocals
Kerry McNabb - back-up vocals
Susie Glower - back-up vocals ?

(Well, right about that time people
A fur-trapper (who was strictly from commercial)
Had the unmitigated audacity to jump up from behind my igloo (peekaboo) )
And he started into whippin' on my favorite baby seal
With a lead-filled snowshoe)

I said, with a
Lead-
Filled
With a lead filled snowshoe
He said, "Peekaboo"
I said, with a
Lead-
Filled
With a lead filled snowshoe
He said, "Peekaboo"
He went right upside the head of my favorite baby seal
he went "whap" with a lead-filled snowshoe, and
he hit him on the nose and hit him on the fin, and he
that got me just about as evil as an eskimo boy can be. So I bent down
and I reached down, and I scooped down and I gathered up a generous
mitten-ful of the deadly YELLOW SNOW

The deadly yellow snow, from right there where the huskies go!

Whereupon I proceeded to take that mittenful of the deadly yellow snow
crystals and rub it all into his beady little eyes with a vigorous
circular motion hitherto unknown to the people of this area, but destined
to take the place of the mudshark in your mythology
here it goes,the circular motion, now Rub It!

(Here Fido)

And then
In a fit of anger
I pounced

And I pounced again

Great Googly Moogly!

I jumped up and down on the chest of the him

I injured
The fur trapper

Well he was very upset, as you can understand
And rightly so, because the
Deadly yellow snow crystals had
Deprived him of his
Sight

And he stood up, and he looked around, and he said

"I can't see"
"I can't see"
"Oh, woe is me"
"I can't see"

"Well.....you know
I can't see
Nothin'"

"He took a dog-doo snow cone and stuffed it in my right eye
He took a dog-doo snow cone and stuffed it in my other eye
And the husky wee-wee
I mean the doggie wee-wee
Has blinded me
And I can't see
Temporarily"

Well, the fur-trapper stood there, with his arms outstretched across the
frozen white wasteland, trying to figure out what he was going to do about
his deflicted eyes. And it was at that precise moment that he remembered
and ancient Eskimo legend, wherein it is written (on whatever it is that
they write it on up there) that if anything bad ever happens to your eyes
as the result of some sort of conflict with anyone named
Nanook,
the only way you can get it fixed up is to go

Trudging across the tundra
Mile after mile
Trudging across the tundra

Right down to the parish of St. Alphonzo

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Probably recorded c. summer 1973

FZ - guitar, lead vocals
George Duke - keyboards, back-up vocals
Ruth Underwood - percussion
Bruce Fowler - trombone
Ian Underwood - saxophone
Tom Fowler - bass
Ralph Humphrey - drums
Debbie - back-up vocals
Lynn - back-up vocals
Ruben Ladron De Guevara - back-up vocals
Robert "Frog" Camarena - back-up vocals
Napoleon Murphy Brock - back-up vocals

Yes indeed
Here we are

At St. Alphonzo's Pancake Breakfast
Where I stole the margarine
And wheedled on the Bingo cards
In lieu of the latrine

I saw a handsome parish lady
Make her entrance like a queen
While she was totally in chenille
And her old man was a Marine

As she abused the sausage pattie
And said, "Why don't you treat me mean?"
At St. Alphonzo's Pancake Breakfast
Where I stole the margarine
(St. Alfonzo
St. Alfonzo
St. Alfonzo
St. Alfonzo)

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Probably recorded c. summer 1973

FZ - guitar, lead vocals
George Duke - keyboards, back-up vocals
Ruth Underwood - percussion
Tom Fowler - bass
Ralph Humphrey - drums
Napoleon Murphy Brock - back-up vocals

(Get up on your feet and do the Funky Alfonzo)

Father Vyvian O'Blivion
Resplendent in his frock
Was whipping up the batter
For the pancakes of his flock
He was looking rather bleary
He forgot to watch the clock

But the night before
Behind the door
A leprechaun had stroked it

But the night before
Behind the door
A leprechaun had slowly storked it
He slowly stroked it

But the night before
Behind the door
A leprechaun had stroked his spot
He stroked his spot

It set him off in such a frenzy
He sang "Lock Around the Crock!"

And he topped it off with a ...
And he topped it off with a ...
And he topped it off with a ...

oo ooo ooo
oo ooo ooo
oo ooo ooo

As he stumbled on his ...
He was delighted as it stiffened
And ripped right through his sock

"Oh St. Alfonzo would be proud of me"
He shouted down the block

Domine vobiscum
Et cum spiritu tuo
Don't you eat my sleazy pancakes
Just for Saintly Alphonzo

They're so light and fluffy white
We'll raise a fortune by tonight
They're so light and fluffy white
We'll raise a fortune by tonight
They're so light and fluffy brown
They're the finest in the town
They're so light and fluffy brown
They're the finest in the town

Good morning your highness
oo oo ooo
Good gosh, you're sumptuous
oo oo ooo

Good morning your highness
oo oo ooo
Good gosh, you're sumptuous
oo oo ooo

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Bolic Sound, Inglewood

May 26, 29 & June 1, 1973

FZ - guitar, lead vocals
Jean-Luc Ponty - violin
George Duke - keyboards
Ruth Underwood - percussion
Ian Underwood - saxophone
Sal Marquez - trumpet
Bruce Fowler - trombone
Tom Fowler - bass
Ralph Humphrey - drums
Tina Turner & The Ikettes - back-up vocals

The mystery man came over
And he said "I'm outta sight!"
He said for a nominal service charge
I could reach nirvana tonight
If I was ready, willing and able
To pay him his regular fee
He would drop all the rest of
His pressing affairs and devote
His attention to me

But I said "Look here brother
who you jiving with that cosmik debris?
Now who you jiving with that cosmik debris?
Look here brother, don't waste your time on me"

The mystery man got nervous
And he fidget around a bit
He reached in the pocket of his mystery robe
And he whipped out a shaving kit
Now I thought it was a razor
And a can of foaming goo
But he told me right then when the top popped open
There was nothin' his box won't do
With the oil of Aphrodite, and the dust of the Grand Wazoo
He said "You might not believe this, little fella
But it'll cure your asthma too"

And I said "Look here brother
Who you jiving with that cosmik debris?
Now what kind of a guru are you, anyway?
Look here brother, don't waste your time on me"
(Don't waste your time)

"I've got troubles of my own", I said
"And you can't help me out
So, take your meditations and your preparations
And ram it up your snout!"
"But I got the crystal ball", he said
And held it to the ligh
So I snatched it, all away from him
And I showed him how to do it right

I wrapped a newspaper 'round my head
So I looked like I was deep
I said some mumbo-jumbo, then
I told him he was going to sleep
I robbed his rings and pocketwatch
And everything else I found
I had that sucker hypnotized
He couldn't even make a sound
I proceeded to tell him his future, then
As long as he was hanging around
I said "The price of meat has just gone up
And your old lady has just gone down!"

And I said "Look here brother-who you
Jiving with that cosmik debris?
Now is that a real poncho or is that a Sears poncho?
Don't you know, you could make more money as a butcher?
So, don't waste your time on me"
Don't waste it, don't waste your time on me
(Shanti)

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Basic track probably recorded c. August-September, 1969

Overdubs probably recorded summer 1973

FZ - guitar, bass, lead vocals
Sugar Cane Harris - violin
Johnny Guerin - drums

The clouds are really cheap
The way I seen 'em through the forts
Of which there is a half-a-dozen
On the face of my resorts
You wouldn't think I'd have too many
Since I never cared for sports
But I'm never really lonely
In my Excentrifugul Forz

There's always corla plankun
Kim and me can play the blues
And then I'll watch him buff that
Tiny ruby that he use
He'll straighten up his turban
And inject a little ooze
Along a one-celled Hammond organism
Underneath my shoes

And then I'll call pup tentacle
I'll ask him how's his chin
I'll find out how the future is
Because that's where he's been
His little feet got long and flexible
And suckers fell right in
The time he crossed the line
From later on, the way back when

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Recorded at Electric Ladyland Studios, NYC

September, 1972

FZ - lead guitar
Tony Duran - rhythm guitar
Jack Bruce - bass
Jim Gordon - drums

(Instrumental)

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Basic track probably:

Paramount Studios, LA

April-May, 1972

Overdubs probably:

Early 1974

FZ - guitar, lead vocals
George Duke - keyboards
Susie Glower - back-up vocals?
Erroneous - bass
Aynsley Dunbar - drums

Whoa, are we moving too slow?
Have you seen us, Uncle Remus?
We look pretty sharp in these clothes
(Yes, we do)
Unless we get sprayed with a hose
It ain't bad in the day
If they squirt it your way
'Cept in the wintah, when it's froze
And it's hard if it hits, on your nose
(On your nose)

Just keep your nose
To the grindstone they say
Will that redeem us, Uncle Reemus?
I can't wait til mah 'fro is full grown
I'll just throw away my doo-rag at home

I'll take a drive to
Beverly Hills
Just before dawn
And knock the little jockeys
Off the rich peoples lawn
And before they get up
I'll be gone
(I'll be gone)
Before they get up
I'll be knockin' the jockeys off the lawn
(Down in the dew)

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includes a quote from Dragnet (Schumann/Rósza)



Basic track:

prob. The Record Plant, LA

March 1970

Overdubs:

probably recorded early 1974

FZ - guitar, bass, lead vocals
George Duke - keyboards
Napoleon Murphy Brock - saxophone, back-up vocals
Aynsley Dunbar - drums
Debbie - back-up vocals
Lynn - back-up vocals
Ruben Ladron De Guevara - back-up vocals
Robert "Frog" Camarena - back-up vocals

In the dark
Where all the fevers grow
Under the watah
Where the shark bubbles blow
In the morning
By your radio
Do the walls close in to suffocate, yah
You ain't got no friends
And all the others they hate, yah
Does the life you been leading gotta go? (HMMmm?)
(Well let me straighten you out)
About a place I know
(Get your shoes and socks on people, it's right around the corner)

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

(This has got to be the disease for you
Now scientists call this disease, Brohm-a-drosis
But us regular folks, who might wear tennis shoes
or an occasional python boot,
know this exquisite little inconvenience by the name of
STINK-FOOT)

You know
My python boot is too tight
I couldn't get it off last night
A week went by
And now it's July
I finally got it off
And my girlfriend cried, YOU GOT STINK-FOOT!
Stink-foot, darlin'

Your Stink-foot
Puts a hurt on my nose
Stink-foot, stink-foot, I ain't lyin'
Can you rinse it off, do you suppose?
(Here Fido, Fido, mpt, mpt, mpt, come here little puppy
Bring the slippers
Arf, arf, arf
(C-R-A-S-H)
Huhm, HAH, HAH, HAH...hmhmhm)
STINK!

(Well then Fido got up off the floor, and he rolled over
and he looked me straight in the eye
And you know what he said?
"Once upon a time, somebody say to me"
This is the dog talkin' now
"What is your, conceptual, continuity?"
"Well I told 'em right then", Fido said
"It should be easy to see
"The crux of the biscuit
is the apostrophe"
Well you know, the man that was talking to the dog
looked at the dog, and he said
Sort of staring in disbelief
"You can't say that"
he said
"It doesn't, and you can't, I won't, and it don't
it hasn't, it isn't, it even ain't, and it shouldn't
it couldn't"
He told him, "No, no, no"
I told him, "Yes, yes, yes"
I said, "I do it all the time
Ain't this boogie a mess"?)

The poodle bites, the poodle chews it
(Repeat + ad lib)

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