Memorable Lyrics

She had that
Camarillo brillo
Flamin' out along her head,
I mean her Mendocino bean-o
By where some bugs had made it red


She ruled the Toads of the Short Forest
And every newt in Idaho
And every cricket who had chorused
By the bush in Buffalo


She said she was
A Magic Mama
And she could throw a mean Tarot
And carried on without a comma
That she was someone I should know


She had a snake for a pet
And an amulet
And she was breeding a dwarf
But she wasn't done yet


She had gray-green skin
A doll with a pin
I told her she was awright
But I couldn't come in
(I couldn't come in right then . . . )


And so she wandered
Trough the door-way
Just like a shadow from the tomb
She said her stereo was four-way
An' I'd just love it in her room


Well, I was born
To have adventure
So I just followed up the steps
Right past her fuming incense stencher
To where she hung her castanets


She stripped away
Her rancid poncho
An' laid out naked by the door
We did it till we were un-concho
An' it was useless any more


She had a snake for a pet
And an amulet
And she was breeding a dwarf
But she wasn't done yet


She had gray-green skin
A doll with a pin
I told her she was awright
But I couldn't come in
(actually, I was very busy then)


And so she wandered
Through the door-way
Just like a shadow from the tomb
She said her stereo was four-way
An' I'd just love it in her room


Well, I was born
To have adventure
So I just followed up the steps
Right past her fuming incense stencher
To where she hung her castanets


She said she was
A Magic Mama
And she could throw a mean Tarot
And carried on without a comma
That she was someone I should know


(Is that a real poncho . . . I mean
Is that a Mexican poncho or is that a Sears poncho?
Hmmm . . . no foolin' . . . )

 

The greatest Irish writer of all time with some sadly ironic self-awareness.

I've been a wild wild rover
Sailed all over the sea
But this thing that makes me wonder
Has made a fool of me


For it took me from my childhood
Underneath the stars and skies
And I still hear the wind
Whistling through the wild wood, whispering goodbye


It's home boys home
She's home boys home
No matter
Where I roam


If you see my mother
Please give her all of my love
For she has a heart of gold there
As good as God above


If you see my mother
Tell her I'm keeping fine
Tell her that I love her
And I'll try and write sometime

 

Ramblin Deano (Dean Schlabowske of the Waco Brothers), from the album "America's Favorite Folk Singer."

The fulfillment center is ironically named,
Eight hours, a lunch and a 10 minute break.
The same motions repeated that make up the day.
The fulfillment center is ironically named.

...Anything you can dream of can be put in a box,
made in the East by kids and robots.
It arrives on your doorstep the very next day,
fulfilled for the moment, then you throw it away.

 

I will do the laundry
If you pay all the bills

Yeah, hard pass, Paula.

 

That’s great, too.

 

Who is the gaucho amigo
Why is he standing
In your spangled leather poncho
And your elevator shoes
Bodacious cowboys
Such as your friend
Will never be welcome here
High in the custerdome

 

I love the next lines, too:

All along, along
There were incidents and accidents
There were hints and allegations

 

See, now, Quad stereo was to some going to be next level back then, but wasn't, quite.

Here ends your Zappa lyrics meanings for the day according to mh, who may mistaken and a fucking idiot.

EDIT: I have a Sansui Quad receiver I've been meaning to fuck around with, but on the shelf it sits. Someday.

 

Alright
I'm in love with modern moonlight
128 when it's dark outside
I'm in love with Massachusetts
I'm in love with the radio on
It helps me from being alone late at night
Helps me from being lonely late at night
I don't feel so bad now in the car
Don't feel so alone, got the radio on
Like the roadrunner
That's right

Said welcome to the spirit of 1956
Patient in the bushes next to '57
The highway is your girlfriend as you go by quick
Suburban trees, suburban speed
And it smells like heaven, I say
Roadrunner once
Roadrunner twice
I'm in love with rock and roll and I'll be out all night
Roadrunner
That's right

 

Come on people, don't you look so down
You know the rain man's comin' to town
Change the weather, change your luck
And then he'll teach ya how to ... find yourself

 

Roland searched the continent for the man who'd done him in
He found him in Mombassa in a barroom drinking gin
Roland aimed his Thompson gun - he didn't say a word
But he blew Van Owen's body from there to Johannesburg

 

Songs that wink at their rhyming pattern earn bonus points.

Another well-known example, of course, are the Killers:

“Now they’re going to bed, and my stomach is sick,

And it’s all in my head, but she’s touching his … chest, now, she takes off her dress, now …”