He Used to Cut the Grass 歌词
| 歌曲 | He Used to Cut the Grass |
| 歌手 | Frank Zappa |
| 专辑 | Joe's Garage: Acts II & III |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Zappa | |
| Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals) | |
| Warren cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals) | |
| Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals) | |
| Ike willis (lead vocals) | |
| Peter wolf (keyboards) | |
| Arthur barrow (bass, vocals) | |
| Ed mann (percussion) | |
| Vinnie colaiuta (drums) | |
| Joe: (to himself as he walks out of prison) | |
| I'm out at last | |
| Boy, the world | |
| Sure looks different | |
| Wow...there's hardly | |
| Anything fun to do | |
| Since they made | |
| Music illegal | |
| But I'm hooked | |
| I got the habit | |
| I've got to have it | |
| I need to play | |
| But there's no | |
| Musicians anymore | |
| They're all gone | |
| Wait! I've got it! | |
| I'll be sullen and | |
| WithdrawnI'll dwindle off into | |
| The twilight realm | |
| Of my own secret | |
| ThoughtsI'll walk through | |
| The parking lot | |
| In a semi- | |
| Catatonic state | |
| And dream of | |
| Guitar notes | |
| To go with the | |
| Loading-zone | |
| Announcements. | |
| Joe wanders through the world which by then has been totally epoxied over, carefully organized, with everyone reporting daily to his or her appointed place in a line somewhere in front of a wind | |
| Mewhere in a building somewhere in order to collect his or her welfare check, which, when cashed, made it possible for the young ones to continue the payments for the obsolete and irreparable ap | |
| Ces their parents had purchased on the instalment plan years ago, providing as security the future incomes of their children. the rest of these checks were used by the young recipients to buy fu | |
| Ngs of their own on credit, most of which broke down or failed within moments of purchase and seemed to be stacking up everywhere. | |
| Central scrutinizer: | |
| This is the central | |
| Scrutinizer | |
| The white zone | |
| Is for loading and | |
| Unloading only. | |
| If you have to load or | |
| Unload, go to the | |
| White zone. | |
| You'll love it. | |
| It's a way of life. | |
| This is the central | |
| Scrutinizer | |
| The white zone | |
| Is for loading and | |
| Unloading only. | |
| If you have to load or | |
| Unload, go to the | |
| White zone. | |
| You'll love it. | |
| It's a way of life. | |
| This is the central | |
| Scrutinizer | |
| The white zone | |
| Is for loading and | |
| Unloading only. | |
| If you have to load or | |
| Unload...As joe stumbles over mounds of dead consumer goods formed into abstract statues dedicated to the quality of american craftsmanship, dreaming his stupid little guitar notes, he hears, somewhere i | |
| Back of his head, the voice of mrs. borg, taunting him: | |
| Mrs. borg's voice: | |
| Turn it down! | |
| Turn it down! | |
| I have children | |
| Sleeping here! | |
| Don't you boys know | |
| Any nice songs? | |
| I'm calling the police! | |
| I did it!They'll be here... | |
| Shortly!I'm not joking around | |
| Anymore!You'll see now! | |
| There they are... | |
| They're coming! | |
| Listen to that mess, | |
| Would you! | |
| Every day this goes on | |
| Around here! | |
| He used to | |
| Cut my grass... | |
| He was aVery nice boy... | |
| He used to | |
| Cut my grass... | |
| He was aVery nice boy... | |
| He used to | |
| Cut my grass... | |
| He was aVery nice boy... | |
| He used to | |
| Cut my grass... | |
| He was aVery nice boy... | |
| Central scrutinizer: | |
| This is the central scrutinizer... yes...he used to be a nice boy...he used to cut the grass...but now his mind is totally destroyed by music. he's so crazy now he even believes that people are | |
| Ng articles and reviews about his imaginary guitar notes, and so, continuing to dwindle in the twilight realm of his own secret thoughts, he not only dreams imaginary guitar notes, but, to make | |
| Rs worse, dreams imaginary vocal parts to a song about the imaginary journalistic profession... |
| zuo ci : Zappa | |
| Frank zappa lead guitar, vocals | |
| Warren cucurullo rhythm guitar, vocals | |
| Denny walley slide guitar, vocals | |
| Ike willis lead vocals | |
| Peter wolf keyboards | |
| Arthur barrow bass, vocals | |
| Ed mann percussion | |
| Vinnie colaiuta drums | |
| Joe: to himself as he walks out of prison | |
| I' m out at last | |
| Boy, the world | |
| Sure looks different | |
| Wow... there' s hardly | |
| Anything fun to do | |
| Since they made | |
| Music illegal | |
| But I' m hooked | |
| I got the habit | |
| I' ve got to have it | |
| I need to play | |
| But there' s no | |
| Musicians anymore | |
| They' re all gone | |
| Wait! I' ve got it! | |
| I' ll be sullen and | |
| WithdrawnI' ll dwindle off into | |
| The twilight realm | |
| Of my own secret | |
| ThoughtsI' ll walk through | |
| The parking lot | |
| In a semi | |
| Catatonic state | |
| And dream of | |
| Guitar notes | |
| To go with the | |
| Loadingzone | |
| Announcements. | |
| Joe wanders through the world which by then has been totally epoxied over, carefully organized, with everyone reporting daily to his or her appointed place in a line somewhere in front of a wind | |
| Mewhere in a building somewhere in order to collect his or her welfare check, which, when cashed, made it possible for the young ones to continue the payments for the obsolete and irreparable ap | |
| Ces their parents had purchased on the instalment plan years ago, providing as security the future incomes of their children. the rest of these checks were used by the young recipients to buy fu | |
| Ngs of their own on credit, most of which broke down or failed within moments of purchase and seemed to be stacking up everywhere. | |
| Central scrutinizer: | |
| This is the central | |
| Scrutinizer | |
| The white zone | |
| Is for loading and | |
| Unloading only. | |
| If you have to load or | |
| Unload, go to the | |
| White zone. | |
| You' ll love it. | |
| It' s a way of life. | |
| This is the central | |
| Scrutinizer | |
| The white zone | |
| Is for loading and | |
| Unloading only. | |
| If you have to load or | |
| Unload, go to the | |
| White zone. | |
| You' ll love it. | |
| It' s a way of life. | |
| This is the central | |
| Scrutinizer | |
| The white zone | |
| Is for loading and | |
| Unloading only. | |
| If you have to load or | |
| Unload... As joe stumbles over mounds of dead consumer goods formed into abstract statues dedicated to the quality of american craftsmanship, dreaming his stupid little guitar notes, he hears, somewhere i | |
| Back of his head, the voice of mrs. borg, taunting him: | |
| Mrs. borg' s voice: | |
| Turn it down! | |
| Turn it down! | |
| I have children | |
| Sleeping here! | |
| Don' t you boys know | |
| Any nice songs? | |
| I' m calling the police! | |
| I did it! They' ll be here... | |
| Shortly! I' m not joking around | |
| Anymore! You' ll see now! | |
| There they are... | |
| They' re coming! | |
| Listen to that mess, | |
| Would you! | |
| Every day this goes on | |
| Around here! | |
| He used to | |
| Cut my grass... | |
| He was aVery nice boy... | |
| He used to | |
| Cut my grass... | |
| He was aVery nice boy... | |
| He used to | |
| Cut my grass... | |
| He was aVery nice boy... | |
| He used to | |
| Cut my grass... | |
| He was aVery nice boy... | |
| Central scrutinizer: | |
| This is the central scrutinizer... yes... he used to be a nice boy... he used to cut the grass... but now his mind is totally destroyed by music. he' s so crazy now he even believes that people are | |
| Ng articles and reviews about his imaginary guitar notes, and so, continuing to dwindle in the twilight realm of his own secret thoughts, he not only dreams imaginary guitar notes, but, to make | |
| Rs worse, dreams imaginary vocal parts to a song about the imaginary journalistic profession... |
| zuò cí : Zappa | |
| Frank zappa lead guitar, vocals | |
| Warren cucurullo rhythm guitar, vocals | |
| Denny walley slide guitar, vocals | |
| Ike willis lead vocals | |
| Peter wolf keyboards | |
| Arthur barrow bass, vocals | |
| Ed mann percussion | |
| Vinnie colaiuta drums | |
| Joe: to himself as he walks out of prison | |
| I' m out at last | |
| Boy, the world | |
| Sure looks different | |
| Wow... there' s hardly | |
| Anything fun to do | |
| Since they made | |
| Music illegal | |
| But I' m hooked | |
| I got the habit | |
| I' ve got to have it | |
| I need to play | |
| But there' s no | |
| Musicians anymore | |
| They' re all gone | |
| Wait! I' ve got it! | |
| I' ll be sullen and | |
| WithdrawnI' ll dwindle off into | |
| The twilight realm | |
| Of my own secret | |
| ThoughtsI' ll walk through | |
| The parking lot | |
| In a semi | |
| Catatonic state | |
| And dream of | |
| Guitar notes | |
| To go with the | |
| Loadingzone | |
| Announcements. | |
| Joe wanders through the world which by then has been totally epoxied over, carefully organized, with everyone reporting daily to his or her appointed place in a line somewhere in front of a wind | |
| Mewhere in a building somewhere in order to collect his or her welfare check, which, when cashed, made it possible for the young ones to continue the payments for the obsolete and irreparable ap | |
| Ces their parents had purchased on the instalment plan years ago, providing as security the future incomes of their children. the rest of these checks were used by the young recipients to buy fu | |
| Ngs of their own on credit, most of which broke down or failed within moments of purchase and seemed to be stacking up everywhere. | |
| Central scrutinizer: | |
| This is the central | |
| Scrutinizer | |
| The white zone | |
| Is for loading and | |
| Unloading only. | |
| If you have to load or | |
| Unload, go to the | |
| White zone. | |
| You' ll love it. | |
| It' s a way of life. | |
| This is the central | |
| Scrutinizer | |
| The white zone | |
| Is for loading and | |
| Unloading only. | |
| If you have to load or | |
| Unload, go to the | |
| White zone. | |
| You' ll love it. | |
| It' s a way of life. | |
| This is the central | |
| Scrutinizer | |
| The white zone | |
| Is for loading and | |
| Unloading only. | |
| If you have to load or | |
| Unload... As joe stumbles over mounds of dead consumer goods formed into abstract statues dedicated to the quality of american craftsmanship, dreaming his stupid little guitar notes, he hears, somewhere i | |
| Back of his head, the voice of mrs. borg, taunting him: | |
| Mrs. borg' s voice: | |
| Turn it down! | |
| Turn it down! | |
| I have children | |
| Sleeping here! | |
| Don' t you boys know | |
| Any nice songs? | |
| I' m calling the police! | |
| I did it! They' ll be here... | |
| Shortly! I' m not joking around | |
| Anymore! You' ll see now! | |
| There they are... | |
| They' re coming! | |
| Listen to that mess, | |
| Would you! | |
| Every day this goes on | |
| Around here! | |
| He used to | |
| Cut my grass... | |
| He was aVery nice boy... | |
| He used to | |
| Cut my grass... | |
| He was aVery nice boy... | |
| He used to | |
| Cut my grass... | |
| He was aVery nice boy... | |
| He used to | |
| Cut my grass... | |
| He was aVery nice boy... | |
| Central scrutinizer: | |
| This is the central scrutinizer... yes... he used to be a nice boy... he used to cut the grass... but now his mind is totally destroyed by music. he' s so crazy now he even believes that people are | |
| Ng articles and reviews about his imaginary guitar notes, and so, continuing to dwindle in the twilight realm of his own secret thoughts, he not only dreams imaginary guitar notes, but, to make | |
| Rs worse, dreams imaginary vocal parts to a song about the imaginary journalistic profession... |
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