one for Don Van Vliet
Posted: December 17th, 2010, 9:48 pm
that mask of the trout
what was that all about
that replica of the mask
of the fish face of that place
where
that singin sound of bats and cats
of old tin can mountains
and freak out Joshua trees
in the weird moon lit background
of deserts of the imagination
deserts where Captain Beefheart
formed his tripped out view of reality
that cry crazy of howling wolves
of wash boards and L.A. freeways
smokin that stack lightning
and chasing them alley cat women
around creepy midnights moan
all that tin tear drop stuff
that moustache man singing about
high weirdness on the air waves
like blues painted in greens and browns
strange birds and alien clowns
Oh, Diddy Wah Diddy
and that twangy wang dang guitar
harp playin between chunky lyrics
Don Van Vliet belts the Wah Diddy
"Lick my decals off baby"
that growly voice like gold rush miners
shaking fools gold nuggets in that saucer pan
the nugs rattlin around in his words
that rattle shape and roll off his tongue
and he sung them from some stream bed
that was in his far out radar station radio head
and always lookin for some dat, "Low Yo Yo Stuff"
tough enough, tough enough, show enough
take it easy Captain, take it to the other side
farewell to that battered voice of Beefhearts arts
what was that all about
that replica of the mask
of the fish face of that place
where
that singin sound of bats and cats
of old tin can mountains
and freak out Joshua trees
in the weird moon lit background
of deserts of the imagination
deserts where Captain Beefheart
formed his tripped out view of reality
that cry crazy of howling wolves
of wash boards and L.A. freeways
smokin that stack lightning
and chasing them alley cat women
around creepy midnights moan
all that tin tear drop stuff
that moustache man singing about
high weirdness on the air waves
like blues painted in greens and browns
strange birds and alien clowns
Oh, Diddy Wah Diddy
and that twangy wang dang guitar
harp playin between chunky lyrics
Don Van Vliet belts the Wah Diddy
"Lick my decals off baby"
that growly voice like gold rush miners
shaking fools gold nuggets in that saucer pan
the nugs rattlin around in his words
that rattle shape and roll off his tongue
and he sung them from some stream bed
that was in his far out radar station radio head
and always lookin for some dat, "Low Yo Yo Stuff"
tough enough, tough enough, show enough
take it easy Captain, take it to the other side
farewell to that battered voice of Beefhearts arts