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

10 février 2008

The Radio is broken

radio_broken
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The cosmos at large
It's so very big
It's so far away
The comets... the craters... the vapors...
The solar wind.
The residual echoes... the residual echoes
The residual echoes... the residual echoes
The residual echoes from the giant explosion,
Where they said it beginned.

The germs from space !
The negative virus knitwear
The blobulent suit
That's right! The blobulent suit !
It's made of rubber, it's very ugly...
It's got an air hose...
(The guy that has it all has a Space Wrench !)

The things that were supposed to be green in the black and white movies
They get you in the neck when you're not looking
They get you, they get you, they get you, get you, get you
The radio is broken it don't work no more
The radio is broken it don't work no more
The lovely Lisa Kranston
Her father invented the secret fuel (that's right !)
For the rocket,
So she gets to go with a clipboard
She writes it down when the meters go around
And falls in love in a space warp
Space warp
Space warp

The giant knobs
The porthole where you see the earth for the first time
The corrogated fiberglass interior walls
The partially reclining G-force lawn furniture
The brown hole
The pointed brassieres
The atomic war
The tiny little dresses on the space girls
A love starved race
Begging to reproduce with earthmen
They need to reproduce (with John Agar)
They need to reproduce (with Morris Ankrum)
They need to reproduce (with Richard Basehart)
They need to reproduce (with Jackie Coogan)
They need to reproduce (with Sonny Tufts)
The botchino... the botchino...
The botchino... the botchino...
The botchino... the botchino...
The gigantic spider.
The co-pilot always plays the harmonica

The navigator always gets killed by a bad space person
Uh-oh, the radio is broken
It don't work anymore
The radio is broken
It don't work anymore
The radio is broken
It don't work anymore
We'll never get back to the Earth no more
Uh-oh !
We have to fall in love on Uranus
The radio is...
That's right,  uh-oh
The radio is broken
The meteor storm
You spilled your coke
You're stepping on the popcorn
JOHN AGAR !
Uh-oh...

Dwarf Nebula

Frank Zappa - The Man From Utopia


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