Men you been lookin’ all around for the women But they always been right there Nowadays a woman has to haul off and hit a man T’ make him know she’s there Other night a woman came up ‘n hit me Like I wasn’t even there Yeah, mmm dawned on me, man That a man been doin’ a woman unfair Y’ gotta wait for your woman Let her know you’re there I knew I had to go out ‘n tell all of the women That I knew they were there Now ev’rywhere I go the women all know that I know Mmm, there ain’t noRead More →

Here we go again, baby On the New Electric Ride Twisting and turning Over on our side Here we go around the curve Ya, we really going to swerve Oh, I could barely hold my pride I could barely hold my pride Rappin’ so hard I’m holding my side With you right by my side With my baby right by my side When the machine-guitar stars to playing We’re watching the shooting stars We’re under love’s blue sky On the New Electric Ride Think of all the love we’ve been missing Then we start to kissing and kissing I could barely hold my pride WithRead More →

Neon Meat Dream of a Octafish as imagined by OpenAI

Originally appeared on Trout Mask Replica Lucid tentacles test ‘n sleeved ‘n joined ‘n jointed jade pointed Diamond back patterns Neon meate dream of a octafish Artifact on rose petals ‘n flesh petals ‘n pots Fack ‘n feast ‘n tubes tubs bulbs In jest incest injest injust in feast incest ‘n specks ‘n spreckled spreckled Speckled speculation Fedlocks waddlin’ feast Archaic faces frenzy Ceramic fists artificial deceased ‘n cists rancid buds burst Dank drum ‘n dung dust Meate rose ‘n hairs Meaty meate rose ‘n hairs Meaty dream wet meate Limp damp rows Peeled ‘n felt fields ‘n belts Impaled on ‘n daeman Mucus mulesRead More →

I saw yuh baby dancin’ in your x-ray gingham dress I knew you were under duress I knew you were under yer dress Just keep comin’ Jesus Your the best dressed You look dandy in the sky but you don’t scare me Cause I got you here in my eye In this lifetime you got m’humangetsmeblues With yer jaw hangin’ slack n’ yer hair’s curlin’ Like an ole navy fork stickin’ in the sunset The way you were dancin’ I knew you’d never come back You were strainin’ t’ keep yer Old black cracked patent shoes In this lifetime you got m’humangetsmeblues Well the wayRead More →

I’ll let a train be my feet If it’s too far to walk to you If a train don’t go there I’ll get a jet or a bus Because I’m going to find you You’re going to see me shadow soon around you And my head is my only house unless it rains I walk the meadow plains Water deserts are my eyes until I find you I won’t sleep until I find you I won’t eat until I find you My heart won’t beat until I wrap my arms around you My arms are just two things in the way Until I can wrapRead More →

Moonlight on Vermont affected everybody Even Mrs. Wooten well as Little Nitty Even lifebuoy floatin’ With his lil’ pistol showin’ ‘n his lil’ pistol totin’ Well that goes t’ show you what uh moon can do No more bridge from Tuesday t’ Friday Everybody’s gone high society Hope lost his head ‘n got off on alligators Somebodies leavin’ peanuts on the curbins For uh white elephant escaped from the zoo with love Goes t’ show you what uh moon can do Moonlight on Vermont Well it did it for Lifebuoy And it did it t’ you And it did it t’ zoo And it canRead More →

Moonlight on Vermont affected everybody Even Mrs. Wooten well as Little Nitty Even lifebuoy floatin’/With his lil’ pistol showin’ ‘n his lil’ pistol totin’ Vermont is about as white a place as you can get, that is in most people’s minds. I can’t think of anyplace whiter than that. Not just white but white in a very Northeastern sort of way. But Beefheart’s paean to the influence of the moon is set in the whitest place on earth; white people, white with snow, white as the full moon riding in the sky that stirs people’s blood, the same moon that Howlin’ Wolf howled to inRead More →

Moonchild On the night she born the lightning flashed and the thunder roar But when they heard her cry The clouds rolled back and the full moon fill the sky Shinin’ down in her eye Can you hear her cry Moon child She always look so pale The things she wear and the long white veil She wrapped it up so tight Your mind come loose and you drift on out of sight She’s a child of the night Can you hear her cry Moon child ….too high (she always tries to hide?) The way she feels on the darker side She like to fallRead More →

Wee little doors Her lunar spoon croon n’ tune Rust doth thrust thru sienna slippers Through hydrangea blue meadows Babble clabber streams O’ gather the children for they keeper o’ wing ???????? (1967) Thanks to John French in his book for these partially remembered lyrics. He says Victor Hayden (The Mascara Snake) and Herb Bermann had a hand in them. The song was also known as ‘Wee Little Doors’.Read More →

Mirror man mirror me Mirror than mirror me Mirror man mirror than Mirror land farther than Mirror day mirror way Mirror man mirror way Mirror man mirror me Mirror man mirror me Mirror me..(inaudible)… Mirror dawn dawnin’ on me Crack o dawn mirror dawn Mirror man mirror gone Mirror fall down mirror gone down Mirror girl mirror boy Mirror frog mirror man Mirror worm mirror worm Mirror bird mirror germ germ..(inaudible)… Little girl little girl Little girl little girl Mirror man mirror me Mirror man mirror me Mirror man mirror me Mirror man further than Mirror day mirror way Mirror man mirror me Mirror dawnRead More →

The man with the woman head Polynesian wallpaper made the face stand out, a mixture of Oriental and early vaudeville jazz poofter, forming a hard, beetle-like triangular chin much like a praying mantis. Smoky razor-cut, low on the ear neck profile. The face the color of a nicotine-stained hand. Dark circles collected under the wrinkled, folded eyes, map-like from too much turquoise eyepaint. He showed his old tongue through ill-fitting wooden teeth, stained from too much opium, chipped from the years. The feet, brown wrinkles above straw loafers. A piece of cocoanut in a pink seashell caught the tongue and knotted into thin white strings.Read More →

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 down the willows ‘n pricked the needle vine The monkeyRead More →

Fast goes fast Slow goes slow Alright now, do the Low Yo Yo Yo Yo Now do the Low Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Like that girl standing on the corner Trying to get a ride to the other side When way down underneath All she had to do was move her pretty feet And do the Low Yo Yo Yo Yo Alright baby, do your Low Yo Yo with all your stuff Now, baby, do your Low Yo Yo Stuff Now, baby, it’s in your being Whether you’re long, tall, short or skinny Sometimes it’s rough You mean to tell me it’s thatRead More →

Stopped by your house, saw your lamp lit Not a sign of you in it Where could you go at this hour? Has all our love lost its power? I said I’d be here with a flower Streetlamps flutter like fireflies I wish I hadn’t a told you all of those love lies Where could you go at this hour? Has all our love lost its power? I miss you more hour by hour The roses seem to smell sour Streetlamps flutter like fireflies I wished I hadn’t a told you all of those love lies Stopped by your house, saw your lamp lit NotRead More →

Woman like long neck bottles And a big head on her beer I don’t like to talk about my women But I hold that woman dear Well, one night she go to drinking Got out and shot up the town I’ll be damned if she didn’t Bring an airplane down I don’t like to talk about my woman But this one sure could chug ’em down I don’t like to talk about my woman But this one sure could chug ’em down One night she started drinking Down by the river She dried up the river And backed the ocean down I don’t like toRead More →

Now Little Scratch was a cat that never made the mat But he sure had a real good time All the chicks on the block used to watch his pockets flop But they never heard the ring of a coin Well he was tattered and thin But all of the men Were jealous of his natural charm You could always see him on the street With a beautiful dish on each arm Jealous of his natural charm Well he never had a dime But he sure made time He had a beautiful dish on each arm Well he was tattered and thin But all ofRead More →

Rather than I want to hold your hand, I wanna swallow you whole ‘n I wanna lick you everywhere it’s pink ‘n everywhere you think Whole kit ‘n kaboodle ‘n the kitchen sink Heaven’s sexy as hell Life is integrated, Goes together so well ‘n so on Well, I’m gonna go on ‘n do my washing Well, now you may think I’m crazy but I want you to Lick my decals off baby ‘n I don’t want you to be lazy ’cause it’s drivin’ me crazy ‘n this song ain’t no sing-song It’s all about the birds ‘n the bees ‘n where it went allRead More →

Two lips in a haystack And the moon up above It’s dark and you’re blushing Aren’t you my love The crickets are fiddling About in the night They’re playing a sweet song Kiss me tonight Kiss me my love Kiss me my love Let the man in the moon Tell of our love Two lips in a haystack And the moon up above It’s dark and you’re blushing Aren’t you my love (1971) Transcribed by Ben Waters Recorded October/November 1971 – The Spotlight Kid outtake – unreleased. Also known as ‘Two Lips in a Haystack’ or ‘Two Rips in a Haystack’. A cover version byRead More →

Yellow and orange and Well they taste so good I want to eat ’em And they taste so good I get to need ’em Can-can-can-candy candy Candy corn yellow and orange and candy corn yellow and orange and candy be reborn be reformed Roses thorn, stains stains stains warn. (1967) Transcribed by John Ellis and CBM. Originally made available at Justin Sherill’s Home Page Replica. Last line courtesy John French.Read More →

I wanna find me a woman who’ll hold my big toe till I have to go I wanna find a blue swirl plastic ocarina About five miles long And play with them sweet potatoes all night long ’cause them yams have all them eyes that yawn ‘yearn down yonder below the ground ‘n their golden hair is ah dirty brown I wanna find me a woman that’ll hold my big toe till I go I wanna hold me a woman that’ll find my big toe Till I have to go ‘n sow my last sweet potato. (1970) Originally made available at Justin Sherill’s Home PageRead More →