Things You Have Learned From Don Van Vliet / Captain Beefheart

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A squid eating dough in a polyethelene bag is fast and bulbous.

Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 09:17 (twenty-two years ago)

Got me?

Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 09:17 (twenty-two years ago)

The Past Sure Is Tense

Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 09:20 (twenty-two years ago)

One nest rolls after another
Until there are no longer any birds
One tongue lashes another
Until there are no longer any words
I love fails
No birds

Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 09:22 (twenty-two years ago)

The clouds are full of wine
Not whiskey or rye
'n the sky is full of bluebrains,
Bluejays, mermaids
Bluebrains, bluejays, bluebirds, mermaids
bluejays, bluebirds, rainbows
'n the night is full of rhinestones,
Pinecones, telephones
'n the sky is full of rhinestones, pinecones, telephones
Wolfhowls, milkcows
Shadows to some hows

Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 09:24 (twenty-two years ago)

I learned that 'difficult' music isn't difficult.

He and ILM resolved a lot of issues I had and I'm very grateful.

Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 09:26 (twenty-two years ago)

The music was...thudlike.

weatheringdaleson (weatheringdaleson), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 09:37 (twenty-two years ago)

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 no other place to go but there
I'm talkin' about women
Yeah, I'm talkin' about women, man
They don't have to hit me
To make me know it's there
None o' my women have tears in their eyes
You can ask 'em about me I swear

Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 09:39 (twenty-two years ago)

You're eating too much
And going to the bathroom too much Apes-Ma
And Apes-Ma, your cage isn't getting any bigger Apes-Ma

Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 09:40 (twenty-two years ago)

"The mothership's the one
The blimp! The blimp!!"

Nag! Nag! Nag! (Nag! Nag! Nag!), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 09:57 (twenty-two years ago)

Gary Lucas is a good guitarist.

willem (willem), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 09:59 (twenty-two years ago)

Love has no body
I love you, you big dummy
No body has love

Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 10:08 (twenty-two years ago)

It's so hot
looks like you have three beaks crow
the moon's so full
white hat on a pumpkin
you know there's something
the moon was a stone's throw
stop the show
I need to say hello
to the crow
light the fire piano
the moon showed up
and it started to show
tonight there'd be ice cream
ice cream for crow
ice cream for crow
sun cream by day
ice cream for crow
ice cream by night
ice cream by day
the sun ain't stable
ice cream for crow
crow pants the scarecrow
crow dance ah ho ho
crow dance ah panther
scare crow you answer
you can hee and haw
laugh and scratch
ha ha ha
ha ha ha
boss and toss
don't shake my hand
give me your claw
two tears in a haystack
scarecrow get back
tonight there's gonna be
a feather treatment
beneath the symbol
we'll all assemble
oh how we'll fly
oh how we'll tremble
cut the cake
we'll all get well
turn up the speakers
hop flop squawk
it's a keeper
ice cream for show
ice cream for crow
now now that's it
now you can go

Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 10:10 (twenty-two years ago)

Long [originally 'song'] before song before song blues
Babbette baboon [repeat] abba zaba zoom
Two shadows at Noon, Babbette baboon [repeat]
Comin' over pretty soon, Babbette baboon
Run, run, catch her [originally 'catch her up'] soon, draft of dawn, sunshine on Babbette baboon
Mother say son, she say son, you can't lose, with the stuff you use
Abba Zaba go-zoom Babbette baboon [repeat both]
Run, run, monsoon, Indian dream, tiger moon
Yellow bird fly high, tabacco sky, two shadows at Noon [Don scrawled this
line "2 shadas at noon"]
Babbette baboon gonna catch her soon Babbette baboon
Song before song before song blues
Babbette baboon abba zaba zoom [repeat both]
Two shadows at noon, abba zaba zoom
Gonna zaba her soon Babbette baboon abba zaba zoom [repeat]
Gonna catch her soon [repeat]

Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 10:11 (twenty-two years ago)

Light floats down day river on uh red raft o' blood
Night blocks out d' heaven like uh big black shiny bug
Its hard soft shell shinin' white in one spot well
It's hard place dat I'm livin' but I'm doin' well well
The white ice horse melted like uh spot uh silver well
Its mane went last then disappeared the tail
My life ran thru my veins
Whistlin' hollow well
I froze in solid motion well well
I heard the ocean swarmin' body well well
I heard the beetle clickin' well
I sensed the thickest silence scream
Then I begin t' dream
My mind cracked like custard
Ran red until it sealed
Turn t' wooden 'n rolled like uh wheel well well
Thick black felt birds uh flyin'
With capes of solid chrome
With feathers of solid chrome
'n beaks of solid bone
'n bleach the air around them
White 'n cold well well
Till it showed in pain
The hollow cane clicked like ever after
Its shadow vanished shinin' silence
Well well

Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 10:12 (twenty-two years ago)

You jumped when the air hit your eyes
You wanted t' go back but there wadn't none
Now you been going back for so long
That you think there is one
It makes me laugh to hear you say how far you've come
When you barely know how to use your thumb
So you know how t' count t' one
You messed in the sky picked a banana an' threw it
At the sun
You saw a flash in the water now there ain't one
You brought back somethin' that wasn't there
You brought back somethin' that wasn't fair
Pull back the adhesive tape
You're in ah scrape
Take to to your trees
There's no escape
The leaves are gettin' faker everyday
Flash Gordon's ape
Your too day


Originally made available

Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 10:13 (twenty-two years ago)

You should know by the kindness of uh dog
The way a human should be
You should feel the wet wood heart of the tree
Wood sap pop like a frog's eye
Open t' the fly 'n the blood of the river
When it ripples 'n clicks like uh waterbell
'n the elephant in his beautiful grey leather suit
Though he's wrinkled he looks smart as hell
'n the turtle's eyes carry bags very well
'n the snake's in shape
He rattles like uh baby 'wears his diamonds
Better than uh fine lady's finger
'n his fangs are no more dangerous
Than her slow aristocratic poison
And he plays his games on uh grass bed
'n uh monkey never had uh guilty masturbation
'n uh monkey wouldn't shit on another's creation
And the fatman cries throughout all creation
'cause he's got uh cold
'n the icebear dives thru blue zero for uh frozen fish
'n the eskimo wears his hide 'n chews his heart
'n the beautiful grey whale oils some bitches lighter
Someday I'll have money 'n I can frame myself
What uh picture I'll be choppin' down uh tree

Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 10:13 (twenty-two years ago)

Strawwood claw rattlin' m' jaw
I can't call it usin'
It's just sumptin' soothin'
Feather times uh feather
Mornin' time t' thaw
Hobo chang ba
Hobo chang ba
Standin' still is losin'
Feather times a feather
Mornin' time t' thaw
Strawwood claw rattlin' m' jaw
Hobo chang ba
Hobo chang ba
Hobo chang ba 'o
Hobo chang ba 'o
Stand t' gain m' ground
Lay t' rest the law
The ocean is m' mother
'n the freight train is m' paw
Hobo chang ba
Hobo chang ba 'o
Hobo chang ba
The rails I ride 'r rustin'
The new sunrise m' trustin'
The rails I ride 'r rustin'
The new sunrise m' trustin'
Strawwood claw rattlin' m' jaw
Hobo chang ba ooh
Hobo chang ba, Hobo

Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 10:13 (twenty-two years ago)

Inside the tubette on the small duplex tile
shadow of my hand made a movie
wolf head the dangling cigarette made a long fire tipped tube
resembling a smoking fang
which curled from his mouth to my mouth
then slowly into the peeled back tiny mouths
of the flaky enamel ceiling above my shaggy head
a test of endurance metered by
what with things changing this fast
I drown the soggy creature
threw his wet butt out of the bath tubette
trembling as it was a small room
with a very large open window
he bounced and disappeared off the sill
into morning
aching and yawning
like a neglected tooth
that took root in both night and day.

Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 10:14 (twenty-two years ago)

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 way you'd been ole lady
I could see the fear in yer windows
Under yer furry crawlin' brow
Uh silver bow rings up in inches
You were afraid you'd be the devils red wife
But it's alright God dug yer dance
'n would have you young 'n in his harum
Dress you the way he wants cause he never had uh doll
Cause everybody made him uh boy
'n God didn't think t' ask his preference
You can bring yer dress 'n yer favorite dog
'n yer husbands cane
'n yer old spotted dog
Cause in this lifetime
You've got m'humangetsmeblues

Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 10:14 (twenty-two years ago)

so many faves:

When she wears her bolero then she begin t’ dance
All the pachucos start withold’n hands
When she drives her Chevy Sissy’s don’t dare t’ glance
Yellow jackets ‘n red debbles buzzin’ round ‘er hair hive ho
She wears her past like uh present
Take her fancy in the past
Her sedan skims along the floorboard
Her two pipes hummin’ carbon cum
Got her wheel out of uh B-29 Bomber brodey knob amber
Spanish fringe ‘n talcum tazzles FOREVER AMBER
She looks like an old squaw indian
she’s 99 she won’t go down
Avocado green ‘n alfalfa yellow adorn her t’ the ground
Tatooes ‘n tarnished utenzles uh snow white bag full o’ tunes
Drives uh cartune around
Broma’ seltzer blue umbrella keeps her up off the ground
Round red sombreros wrap ‘er high tap horsey shoes
When she unfolds her umbrella pachucos got the blues
Her lovin’ makes me so happy
If I smiled I’d crack m’ chin
Her eyes are so peaceful thinks it’s heaven she been
Her skin is as smooth as the daisies
In the center where the sun shines in
Smiles as sweet as honey
Her teeth as clean as the combs where the bees go in
When she walks flowers surround her
Let their nectar come in to the air around her
She loves her love sticks out like stars
Her lovin’ sticks out like stars

Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 10:15 (twenty-two years ago)

A tin peened reindeer
Metalically hoofed on glass
Scorched cotton snowmen edged the corners
Flesh coloured powder mountains
Yellow lights melts cobwebbed articles
Vague wire tunnels resembling
Peeled flesh caterpillers
Housing very tiny red Christmas tree lights
The Nativity scene
Re-enacted in Ivory soap
A bone shade from age complete
With tiny straw manger
The Christ child its face replaced by an elephant's head
Intricate lace cups each ear and bands the trunk

Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 10:15 (twenty-two years ago)

Go back ten years ago sunbeams dancing round
Go back ten yeas ago sunbeams dancing down
Autumn's child Autumn's child

Autumn's child got a loophole round her finger
Halo rings her head
Cornhusk hair makes me linger
A cat's stare meet s my dare
A man's chair greets my stare
Gonna be my wife she sang she said
Gonna be my wife gonna spice my life she said
Go back ten years ago sunbeams everywhere
Go back ten years ago sunbeams fill the air

Harvest moon be nimble
Apples bob and tremble
Fish pond streaks love kind
Found the child I have to find
Apples shine share together
Got the time to make her mine
Fish pond streaks love kind
Found the child I had to find

Autumn's child-I met her at a balloon buts picnic
She caught me with the beauty queen
With jade-green eyes buttons and bows and fancy ties
The feet of dust under trees of rust
make them sandals gambol under knees of trust
Gonna be my wife gonna spice my life she sang she said
Gonna be my wife gonna spice my life she said

Go back ten years ago sunbeams shining down
Go back ten years ago sunbeams glancin' round....
Autumn's child...............

Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 10:16 (twenty-two years ago)

Come on down t' the big dig
Come on down t' the big dig
Come on t' the big dig
Singin' the Smithsonian Institute blues
Singin' the Smithsonian Institute blues
The way it's goin' La Brea tar pits
I know you just can't lose
The new dinosaur is walkin' in the old one's shoes
Come on down t' the big dig
Can't get around the big dig
This may be premature but if I'm wrong
You can just say it's the first time I was happy t' be confused
Singin' the Smithsonian Institute blues
Alll you new dinosaurs
Now it's up t' you t' choose
It sure looks funny for a new dinosaur
T' be in an old dinosaur's shoes
Dina Shore's shoes
Dinosaur shoes
C'mon down to the big dig
You can't get around the big dig
C'mon to the big dig
Ya can't get around the big dig

Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 10:17 (twenty-two years ago)

We're all brothers of tomorrow
(we won't have to talk) we won't need to talk
We won't need to walk on tomorrow
Rush comes the love shapes to share shapes
Love love love on tomorrow
baby spring son yellow wings red skies showing on
Lively ivy growing on tomorrow
Wish your way around hair stingin' to the ground
Silver streams all our dreams
cleansed free of sorrow
Love love love love love love
Lush skies above shapes to share shapes
Peace escapes to play away today tomorrow
Mothers graze on grasslands
Grazin' woman stands on today's shiftin sands
grazin woman stands and baby springs on golden wings
flies free of sorrow (flies free of sorrow)
on tomorrow
woman grazin on grasslands.....on which it stands
we're all brothers on tomorrow yeah we're...


Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 10:18 (twenty-two years ago)

one last one before i go:

Quietly the rain played down on last of the ashes
Quietly the light played down on her lashes
She smiled 'n twisted she smiled 'n twisted
Hideously looking back at what once was beautiful
Playing naturally magically
O' her ragged hair was shinin' red white n' blue
All 'n all the children screamin'
Why surely madam you must be dreamin'
You couldn't have done this if you knew what you were doin'
Well the gold fish 'n the bowl lay upside down bloatin'
Full in the sky 'n the plains were bleached white with skeletons
Various species grouped together according
To their past beliefs
The only way they ever all got together was
Not in love but shameful grief
It's not the way I'd like it t' get together
That's not the kind uh thoughts I'd like t' keep
The rain played lightly down down on the formaheap
O' lady look up in time o' lady look out of love
'n you should have us all
O' you should have us fall

Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 10:18 (twenty-two years ago)

Of course we could just save ourselves a lot of time and trouble and provide a link here Julio!

Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 10:20 (twenty-two years ago)

good call!

but anyway, this gets me closer and closer to 6000 posts so its all good ;)

Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 10:22 (twenty-two years ago)

a carrot is as close as a rabbit gets to a diamond

joni, Tuesday, 5 August 2003 10:27 (twenty-two years ago)

Nowadays A Woman's Gotta Hit A Man

Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 10:32 (twenty-two years ago)

She can bring you up in bed, just like she said.

I almost learned:
From here to there is'nt short enough, but from here to here is too far. (Almost, because I can't remember...)

dave225 (Dave225), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 10:55 (twenty-two years ago)

There ain’t no Santa Claus on the evenin’ stage
There ain’t no way t’ pull the curtain
‘N hide from hunger’s rage
There ain’t no town t’ stop in
There ain’t no time t’ stop in
There ain’t no straw for my horse
There ain’t no straw for my bed
There ain’t no comfort in cold boards
There ain’t no rumours or food for my stomach
‘N someday I’m gonna be saved
‘Cause I gotta eat ‘n drink ‘n breathe ‘n sleep
‘N I’m ah slave
Down in hominy’s grotto there’s ah soul die’n ‘n leavin’
Every second on the evenin’ stage
There’s ah soul die’n ‘n rottin’ ‘n pickin’
Some new kinda cotton
With his fingers broken ‘n his heart ‘n back forgotten
There ain’t no Santa Claus on the evenin’ stage


Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 11:03 (twenty-two years ago)

Factory's no place for me, bossman LET ME BE

bham, Tuesday, 5 August 2003 11:36 (twenty-two years ago)

Old women sweat. Young girls glisten.

Salmon Pink (Salmon Pink), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 15:01 (twenty-two years ago)

I may be hungry, but I sure ain't weird.

Mr. Diamond (diamond), Tuesday, 5 August 2003 20:45 (twenty-two years ago)

Everything I ever needed to know, I learned from Don Van Vliet.

Captain Beefheart's 10 Commandments of Guitar Playing

1. Listen to the birds.

That's where all the music comes from. Birds know everything about how it should sound and where that sound should come from. And watch hummingbirds. They fly really fast, but a lot of times they aren't going anywhere.

2. Your guitar is not really a guitar Your guitar is a divining rod.

Use it to find spirits in the other world and bring them over. A guitar is also a fishing rod. If you're good, you'll land a big one.

3. Practice in front of a bush

Wait until the moon is out, then go outside, eat a multi-grained bread and play your guitar to a bush. If the bush dosen't shake, eat another piece of bread.

4. Walk with the devil

Old Delta blues players referred to guitar amplifiers as the "devil box." And they were right. You have to be an equal opportunity employerin terms of who you're brining over from the other side. Electricity attracts devils and demons. Other instruments attract other spirits. An acoustic guitar attracts Casper. A mandolin attracts Wendy. But an electric guitar attracts Beelzebub.

5. If you're guilty of thinking, you're out

If your brain is part of the process, you're missing it. You should play like a drowning man, struggling to reach shore. If you can trap that feeling, then you have something that is fur bearing.

6. Never point your guitar at anyone

Your instrument has more clout than lightning. Just hit a big chord then run outside to hear it. But make sure you are not standing in an open field.

7. Always carry a church key

That's your key-man clause. Like One String Sam. He's one. He was a Detroit street musician who played in the fifties on a homemade instrument. His song "I Need a Hundered Dollars" is warm pie. Another key to the church is Hubert Sumlin, Howlin' Wolf's guitar player. He just stands there like the Statue of Liberty-making you want to look up her dress the whole time to see how he's doing it.

8. Don't wipe the sweat off your instrument

You need that stink on there. Then you have to get that stink onto your music.

9. Keep your guitar in a dark place

When you're not playin your guitar, cover it and keep it in a dark place. If you don't play your guitar for more than a day, be sure you put a saucer of water in with it.

10. You gotta have a hood for your engine

Keep that hat on. A hat is a pressure cooker. If you have a roof on your house, the hot air can't escape. Even a lima bean has to have a piece of wet paper around it to make it grow.

J (Jay), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 00:35 (twenty-two years ago)

wow those are good! i don't play gtr tho.
that song "i need $100" by one string sam is awesome.

unknown or illegal user (doorag), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 00:49 (twenty-two years ago)

J - hadn't see that one before, love it! Who did he preach that lot to? One of the '78-82 guitarists presumably... Jeff Moris Tepper? Gary Lucas?

Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 07:13 (twenty-two years ago)

how not to make records...

Dave Stelfox (Dave Stelfox), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 08:55 (twenty-two years ago)

don't hear anything wrong with it.

Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 09:31 (twenty-two years ago)

you wld say that julio! ;-)

Dave Stelfox (Dave Stelfox), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 09:45 (twenty-two years ago)

then again this aint really a thread for the likes of me so i'm gonna cause trubble elsewhere!

Dave Stelfox (Dave Stelfox), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 09:46 (twenty-two years ago)

I dunno I think Dave had a valid point - after all, keeping your band locked away in a house on the edge of starvation, rehearsing the same set of songs over and over and over 12 or more hours a day, 7 days a week, for 9 solid months; then attempting to record the album around the house and in the surrounding fields using a portable tape recorder; then going into the studio and laying down all the backing tracks in one take, while the guy who's supposed to be producing you is asleep under the mixing desk because he thinks you're just setting up; then refusing to use headphones while recording the lead vocal track, relying only on the muffled sounds through the studio walls to try and keep in synch with the backing track; probably isn't the best way imaginable of making a record....

It did seem to work for Don and the boys 'though, didn't it?

Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 10:21 (twenty-two years ago)

the end result is all that matters and to me the end result rocks my arse off.

the end.

Julio Desouza (jdesouza), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 10:27 (twenty-two years ago)

that was kinda what i was getting at but i hate beefheart w/ a passion anyway, zappa, too, yessirree!

Dave Stelfox (Dave Stelfox), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 10:30 (twenty-two years ago)

Who did he preach that lot to?

I dunno. I first heard it a local Beefheart tribute night. I suspect you're right though -- that has moris teper's name written all over it!

Anyway, it's up at http://www.beefheart.com/datharp/10com.htm.

J (Jay), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 10:33 (twenty-two years ago)

".... a local Beefheart tribute night."

What? Where? When? Who? errr..... just tell me more!

Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 10:38 (twenty-two years ago)

It's a yearly occurence at Madlab in (yet one more reason to disregard the hataz) Columbus, Ohio. The performances have ranged from terrible (as you might expect) to fantastic--I've seen versions of "Run Paint Run Run," "Ella Guru," "Big-eyed Beans from Venus," and "Hot Head" that were unbelievable.

J (Jay), Wednesday, 6 August 2003 16:30 (twenty-two years ago)


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