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Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals) |
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Captain beefheart (harp, vocals) |
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George duke (keyboards, vocals) |
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Napoleon murphy brock (saxophone, vocals) |
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Bruce fowler (trombone) |
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Tom fowler (bass) |
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Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals) |
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Terry bozzio (drums) |
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Are you with me on this people? |
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The man with the woman head |
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Polynesian wallpaper made the face stand out, |
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A mixture of oriental and early vaudeville jazz poofter, |
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Forming a hard, beetle-like triangular chin much like a praying mantis. |
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Smoky razor-cut, low on the ear neck profile. |
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The face the color of a nicotine-stained hand. |
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Dark circles collected under the wrinkled, folded eyes, |
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Map-like from too much turquoise eyepaint. |
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He showed his old tongue through ill-fitting wooden teeth, |
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Stained from too much opium, chipped from the years. |
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The feet, brown wrinkles above straw loafers. |
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A piece of cocoanut in a pink seashell caught the tongue |
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And knotted into thin white strings. |
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Charcoal grey eisenhower jacket zipped into a load(?) of green ascot. |
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A coil of ashes collected on the white-on-yellow dacs. |
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Four slender bones with rings and nails |
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Endured the weight of a hard fast black rubber cigarette holder. |
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I could just make out ace as he carried the tray and mouthed, |
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"you cheap son of a bitch" |
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As a straw fell out of a coke, cartwheeled into the gutter. |
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So this was a drive-in restaurant in hollywood, |
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So this was a drive-in restaurant in hollywood, |
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So this was a drive-in restaurant in hollywood. |
