[alert_box type=”info”]Originally appeared on Doc At The Radar Station[/alert_box] Paper and wire killed my brother and my sister too And if you don’t watch out You know they’re going to get you too And if I don’t watch out You know they’re going to get me too Telephone Telephone Telephone Telephone Well I strangled the cord Ripped it off of the phone And I saw the bone And I saw the twinkling lights It must have been rats [?? is this right? – any ideas?] ‘Cause it sure was a drone It sure was a drag Paper and wire killed my brother and my sisterRead More →

[alert_box type=”info”]Originally appeared on Doc At The Radar Station[/alert_box] Chills quick you Voices pick you Crows hex you [You love some?] post-’em avion Wizard kiss and all be gone Scenes Dreams Boats to forever Boated ether Creep to ether feather Sue Egypt Sue Egypt Boing pong hocus pocus avion I think of all those people that ride on my bones I think of all of those people that ride on my bones That nobody hears That nobody sees that nobody knows Sue Egypt Sue Egypt I think of all I think of all I think of all those people who ride on my bones ThatRead More →

[alert_box type=”info”]Originally appeared on Doc At The Radar Station[/alert_box] She always shows up when I’m up But she never shows up when I’m down But she’s under arrest ’cause I might guess The Sheriff of Hong Kong Then she goes up in a flash I bite the end of her sash Then I’m long gone To Hong Kong Kong She never makes a taste mistake She’s the Sheriff of Hong Kong Now I’m the Sheriff of Hong Kong Now she’s the Sheriff of Hong Kong Long gone gone To Hong Kong Kong Whoa I’m long gone To Hong Kong Kong Long gone gone To HongRead More →

[alert_box type=”info”]Originally appeared on Doc At The Radar Station[/alert_box] Run paint run run Run paint run run Run paint run run Paint hears this and he begin to run Electric black shadow runs ‘cross the sun Run paint run run Run paint run run Hold holes in the world The sun goes down, we’ll be done You hoped And you hopped And you hopped And you swung There’s my baby standing at the gate Waving, “Come, come.” Paint hears this and he begin to run Run paint run run You got hot paint, and you’re havin’ fun There’s my baby standing at the gate Waving,Read More →

[alert_box type=”info”]Originally appeared on Doc At The Radar Station[/alert_box] Making love to a vampire with a monkey on my knee The pond shined dry like a ladies compact Lilies leaped like flat green hearts with white hearts Squirting yellow pollen…cocks… Ferns ran like cool spades.. fossils. ..away from rocks Bees echoed dark carbon hums that dashed in nothing Gnats fucked my ears ‘n nostrils Hit my brain like hones ‘n numbed t’ nothing Wings stuck on liquid bones Making love to a vampire with a monkey on my knee The moon poured hollow down my milky leg Splashed still ‘n moved The wind peed downRead More →

[alert_box type=”info”]Originally appeared on Doc At The Radar Station[/alert_box] She can burn you up in bed Just like she said Cos she’s a Hot Head, Hot Head, Hot Head She can throw uh pot t’show(?) She can start a fire aglow Cos she’s a Hot Head, Hot Head, Hot Head She puts her head into the fire Makes you red hot perspire Cos she’s a Hot Head, Hot Head, Hot Head She was burnt before she was born Burnin’ up a storm Cos she’s a Hot Head, Hot Head, Hot Head Lick out like flame ‘n’ burn you to a shame ‘n’ bite the burnin’Read More →

[alert_box type=”info”]Unreleased Spotlight Kid outtake[/alert_box] Carry me and my baby to colored land Drink paint run run Drink paint run run When the sun goes down, we’ll be done Drink paint run run Drink paint run run Pick up ypur glass, baby, ‘n’ look me in the eyes We’ll drink paint, toast our love in the sun Drink paint run run Carry me and my baby to colored land Drink paint run run Drink paint run run When the sun goes down, we’ll be done Drink paint run run Drink paint run run Carry me and my baby to colored land Drink paint run runRead More →

Unreleased 1971 version Uh life(?) turned into a while ‘n’ then into a mile A shirt to work, a back to ache And someday we’ll smile, Oh, I will ‘n’ you will But that ain’t gonna bend you down ‘n’ tie your workin’ shoe Don’t you wish you never met her Dirty Blue Gene A mile after mile Stand there bubblin’ like a open cola in the sun Troublin’ n fizzlin’ in the noonday sun Wonderin’ if you got the time to get clean Empty headed handed pockets ‘n’ shoes A Dirty Blue Gene, boys, is achin’ hard to lose Don’t you wish you never metRead More →

[alert_box type=”info”]Originally appeared on Doc At The Radar Station[/alert_box] The shiny beast of thought If you got ears You gotta listen Old woman sweat Young girls glisten The extract you thought is the extract you got Pop in a thought Ex-extract D’you hear me? Hope these are hard[?] drops Grooves you away Drop by drop Light by bright Night by light There ain’t no good ‘n’ there ain’t no blame Not hip Ain’t no aim You make the fault You cause the blame Devil the same Pop in a thought Ex-extract Shiny beast of thought You hang up Now you’re caught If you got earsRead More →

[alert_box type=”info”]Recorded during the Bat Chain Puller Sessions, originally appeared on Doc At The Radar Station[/alert_box] Brickbats fly at my fireplace Upside down I see them in the fire They squeak and roast there Wings leap across the floor Fold up the wall shadows The window curtain ghost Throws my heart and dusts my throat My mind caught by the corner Gradually decides its safe Becomes a bat itself Flexes its little claws Curse its leather wings With loud, hollow pops Around the room Threatening to dash its brains Somehow at the last minute Retreats and becomes a natural glue And holds fast and slowRead More →

[alert_box type=”info”]Originally appeared on Doc At The Radar Station[/alert_box] You used me like an ashtray heart Case of the punks Right from the start I feel like a glass shrimp in a pink panty With a saccharine chaperone Make invalids out of supermen Call in a “shrink” And pick you up in a girdle You used me like an ashtray heart Right from the start Case of the punks Another day, another way Somebody’s had too much to think Open up another case of the punks Each pillow is touted like a rock The mother / father figure Somebody’s had too much to think SendRead More →

1980 UK Original on Virgin V2172. 1980 German (Ariola Euro Pressing) on Virgin 202 870-320. 1980(?) New Zealand Original on Virgin Records V2172 marketed by RTC Cover as standard issue with logo and RTC Marketed by RTC P.O. Box 3825, Auckland. Label is Virgin Red/Green but with different layout and MADE IN NEW ZEALAND. Inner sleeve clear plastic. 1980 Australian Original on Virgin L37440(V2172) by Festival Records Pty. Australia White Label Test Pressing with Matrix SMX 56823/4 and VIRGIN VGL 37440 DOCK AT THE RADAR STATION CAPTAIN BEEFHEART block printed in black on labels. Cover has red sticker with This album contains language which mayRead More →

[alert_box type=”info”]The source and date of this piece is unknown, athough the layout of the original looks like Sounds.[/alert_box] CAPTAIN BEEFHEART makes no mistakes, tells no lies. He is a painter, not a photographer. He doesn’t encapsulate, summarise, categorise, conceptualise, react. His music is pure, as pure as you like, not that it matters whether you like it or not. He is greedy, and selfish, not like a shopkeeper, but rather like a baby crapping on the floor. It isn’t a case of his music not being like anybody else’s, but the other way round. The other’s aren’t even real hacks. They are hacks inRead More →

[alert_box type=”info”]This review was taken from the January 1981 Down Beat.[/alert_box] Of all musicians loosely considered rockers, Captain Beefheart is the most original. Because his music is a genre unto itself, it’s particularly difficult to describe. Analogy, the efficient critics tool, gets nowhere near the heart of Beefheart’s creations. Beefheart’s late ’60s work was virtually all self composed, and he taught it note by note, beat by beat, to his Magic Bands. This is probably still true; on Run Paint hear Bruce Fowler, occasional db Pro Session writer, whinny on trombone like a rabid equine. In the beginning, Beefheart relied heavily on blues forms andRead More →

[alert_box type=”info”]Writer unknown, this first appeared in the 30th November edition of Circus.[/alert_box] As in Captain Beefheart’s best music over the past 14 years, at the cholesterol-filled heart of his new album there is one big, intriguing contradiction. The songs are crawling with grotesque lyrical imagery and bluesy, growling vocals over totally non-conventional music that all suggests a complete breakdown in our perception of things. Yet the weird part is, this is seldom music of despair or destruction. While some other, truly unconventional modern musicians call for elimination or speak of disillusion (Public Image or Lydia Lunch and 8 Eyed Spy), Beefheart’s music is moreRead More →

[alert_box type=”info”]Taken from the 28th September 1980 edition of The New York Times[/alert_box] Captain Beefheart and his Magic Band probably would have been an anomaly had they burst on an unsuspecting world anywhere, at any time. Ironically, the Captain, whose real name is Don Van Vliet, grew up in Southern California and put together his first magic band in Los Angeles in the mid-60’s. Joni Mitchell, Jackson Browne, and other future pop icons were singing folk music and their own sensitive ballads at the Troubadour, the Ash Grove offered pure folk and blues, and the Birds were setting Bob Dylan’s folk songs to rock-and-roll rhythms.Read More →

[alert_box type=”info”]Taken from 16th June 1994 Los Angeles Times[/alert_box] An American original through and through, Captain Beefheart (born Don Van Vliet in Lancaster, Calif.) was a profound influence on the cutting edge music of the ’70s and ’80s. Such New Wave artists as Pere Ubu, Devo and Public Image Ltd. owe a sizable debt to the quirky and challenging sounds of this iconoclast. Unfortunately, most of the listening public didn’t, and doesn’t, know Captain Beefheart from Captain Kangaroo. Beefheart albums were hailed by critics but shunned by commercial radio as being simply too weird for popular consumption. Indeed, it says a lot about the ratherRead More →

On 22nd November 1980 The Magic Band gave a storming performance of Ashtray Heart and Hot Head in front of a studio audience for Saturday Night Live. Ashtray Heart Hot Head According to Doug Stacey: “The person yelling “Shit!” at the end of the SNL performance was Radames Pera, the once child actor playing “Grasshopper” in the TV show “Kung Fu.” He was disgusted with the Beefheart performance. It was evidently his first exposure to Don’s music.” Robert Williams, the Magic Band drummer, commented on this heckling: “After the show we went to an after show party at a bar in Manhatten with the castRead More →

Recording details: Date – June 1980 Studio – Sound Castle Recording Studios, Los Angeles Producer – Don van Vliet Engineer – Glen Kolotkin, Mitchell Gibson Musicians: Don Van Vliet – vocals, chinese gongs, harmonica, sax, bass clarinet Jeff Moris Tepper – guitar Eric Drew Feldman – bass, synthsiser, mellotron, piano Robert Arthur Williams – drums Bruce Fowler – trombone John French – guitar, marimba, bass, drums Gary Lucas – guitar, french horn Track list Hot Head Ashtray Heart A Carrot is as Close as a Rabbit Gets To A Diamond Run Paint Run Run Sue Egypt Brickbats Dirty Blue Gene Best Batch Yet Telephone FlavorRead More →

[alert_box type=”info”]This article was taken from the January 1981 edition of Trouser Press. It was originally titled simply “Captain Beefheart”.[/alert_box] The first thing Don Van Vliet does when you meet him is to bring you immediately into his world. “Those people over there take too many showers,” he said to me seconds after I walked into his manager’s Greenwich Village apartment for our interview. “There.” He led me over to a window and pointed across the courtyard to a large living room. “They parade around there in their bathrobes!” I hadn’t even taken my coat off, but I felt comfortable already. Van Vliet / CaptainRead More →