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Serait-ce donc là, la 2ème partie du blog "Zappa, les mots bruyants" ? Sooo... Shall We Take Ourselves Seriously ?...

29 janvier 2008

Any Kind of Pain

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You are the girl
Somebody invented
In a grim little office
On Madison Ave.

They were specific
They made you terrific :
Red lips ;
Blue eyes ;
Blonde hair
Un-wise
You're All-American ,
And, darling, they said so

You'd Take any kind of pain from me
Wouldn't you, Baby ?
You'd Take any kind of pain from me
Wouldn't you, Baby ?
Since you haven't got a brain
Let me just explain :
Any kind of pain
is never a maybe

What ?

Senator Hollings :
" Maybe I could make a good rock star; I don't know."

Her head's full of bubbles ;
Her nose is petite !
She looks like she never
Gets nothin' to eat !

'N she dines with actors,
'N Wall Street characters :
Dull talk;
Nice clothes
See her ?
She blows
(She's so important
'Cause he gets to do talk shows)

She'd Take any kind of pain from me,
Wouldn't you, Boby ?
(Yeah, she would !)
She'd Take any kind of pain from me,
Wouldn't you, Boby ?
Since she haven't got a name,
Let me just explain :
Any kind of plain
Is prob'ly her hobby

She has moved up now ;
She's come a long way
They give her bunches
Of words she can say !

When she's in a bold mood,
"Confinement Loaf" sounds good
That's right,
She's wrong !
Let's end
Her song

(It seems she's everywhere
We just can't escape her
Is this a miracle of pure evolution ?
And all the yuppie boys, they dream they will rape her
She brings the bus ride
To a thrilling conclusion !)

Yes, she's every it as tame as me,
isn't he tender ?
Yes, she's every it as tame as me,
Let us remember,
She gets only half the blame
Only half the blame
Only half the blame
Unless we extend her...

Frank Zappa - Broadway the Hardway

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Arf


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