Page 10 OTHER NEWSPAPERS TELL YOU ABOUT HAPPENING PEOPLE ••• INTERNATIONAL VlMES August 31 - September 13, 1967 August 31 - September 13, 1967 *** PUBLISHES THEIR WORK. OTHER NEWSPAPERS REPORT THE NEWS MOTHERS OF INVENTION THE LYRICS ARE ABSOLUTELY FREE Page U FOREWORD THESE are words to the songs on our new album "ABSOLUTELY FREE." This is not a reprint of the actual libretto that is published in the United States to accompany this record. It is a hasty attempt to give the British listener a chance to more fully understand the message inherent in the album. Pauline Butcher, secretary at large, in a gruelling five hour session, was subjected to the awful task of translating the garbled nonsense on our album into a form that I hope most of you can under- stand. Some of the terms, abbreviations and colloquial expressions used in the lyrics may not be familiar to British hlisteners. Along with the actual words to the songs this special version of the libretto will include brief technical explanations for you. FR/k l\lK 7H PPA No 1 in a series UndergroundOratorios PLASTIC PEOPLE The insincere ass holes who run almost everybody's country are plastic people. References to Sunset Boule- vard, Pandora's Box, CIA, and Laurel Canyon, all relate tqthe first youth riots in Los Angeles last year. Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States, fellow Americans. He's been sick. Dool, root, doot. I think his wife is going to bring him some chicken soup. Plastic people, oh baby, you're such a drag. I know it's hard to defend an unpopular policy once in a while. Plastic people, oh baby, you're such a drag. There's this guy from the C.I.A. and he's creeping around Laurel Canyon. A fine little girl, she waits for me. She's as plastic as she can be She paints her face with plastic goo And wrecks her hair with some shampoo. Plastic people, oh baby, you're such a drag. Sometimes I just get tired of you honey. I think it's your hair spray or something. Plastic people, oh baby, you're such a drag. I hear the sound of marching feet Down Sunset Boulevard to Crescent Heights And there at Pandora's Box We're confronted with a vast quantity of plastic people. Take a day and walk around Watch the Nazis run your town Then go home and check yourself You think we're singing about someone else. Plastis. people, oh baby, you're such a drag. Me see a neon moon above I searched for years and found no love I'm sure that love will never be A product of plasticity. (MUMBLING FREE ASSOCIATION:) Plastic people, your nose, your foot, your arm, plastic, (MUMBLING FADE OUT.) THE DUKE OF PRUNES The Duke of Prunes is a surrealistic love song. Euphemistic sexual imagery popular in country blues tunes, with which many of you might already be familiar, is transmuted in this particular piece from the basic "... me, suck me, till my eyes roll back baby" to "prune me cheese me, go-kart . . . " or something like that. This song,is very strange. A moon beam through the prune In June Reveals your chest I see your lovely beans And In that magic go-kart I bite your neck The cheese I have for you my dear Is real and very new. (ONCE THROUGH SLOWLY, ONCE THROUGH FASTLY.) Prunes (pa-da-dah) If it's a real prune Knows no cheese (cheeky chanky, cheeky chanky) And stands (oh no) Taller stronger than any tree (or bush) And I know the love I have for you Will grow and growand grow, I think And so my love I offere you A heart that is estrong , A prune that is true. AMNESIA VIVACE A dashing duke is attempting to pick up two cheer leaders In a parking plot who bash him in the face with a rock leading to Amnesia. (MUMBLING FREE ASSOCIATION) Duke, duke, duke, duke Prunes, prunes, prunes, prunes, prunes. What is your name? It's nice to see you again You'll be my duchess of prunes My duchess of prunes. THE DUKE REGAINS HIS CHOPS A moon beam through the prune In June Reveales your chest I see your lovely beans And in that magic go-kart I bite your neck The cheese I have for you my dear Is real and very new. Prunes pa-da-dah If they are fresh prunes pa-da-dah Knows no cheese And they just lie there drowning and sickening And it's ... oh I dunno LAH-H-H And I know I think the love I have for you will never end Well, maybe And so my love, I offer you A love that is strong, a prune that is true. This is the exciting part, this is like the Supremes See the way it builds up, Baby, baby. My prune is true My love for you my dear, etc. Ooh-ah, mumble mumble Free association, bull shit. . . CALL ANY VEGETABLE The best clue to this song might He in the fact that I people who are inactive in a society . . . people who do not live up to their responsibilities are vegetables. I feel that these people, even if they are inactive, apathetic or unconcerend at this point, can be motivated toward a more useful sort of existence. I believe that if you call any vegtable that it will respond to you. This is a song about vegetables They keep you regular They're real good for yoa. Call any vegetable, call it by name Call one today, when you get off the train Call any vegetable and the chances are good That the vegetable will respond to you. Some people don't go for prunes I've always found that if they ... Call any vegetable, pick up your phone Think of a vegetable, lonely at home Call any vegetable and the chances are good That the vegetable will respond to you. Roota-bay-ay-ayga Roota-bay-ay-ayga Roota-bay-ay-ayga A prune isn't really a vegetable, cabbage is a vegetable No-one will know if you don't want to let them know No-one will know less it's you that might tell them so. Call and they'll come to you, covered with dew Vegetabes dream of responding to you Standing there shining and pround by your side Holding your joint while the neighbours decide Why is a vegetable something to hide? INVOCATION & RITUAL DANCE OF THE YOUNG PUMPKIN Young pumpkin dances and sweats round a desk leading to Amnesia. '\ SOFT SELL CONCLUSION AND ENDING A lot of people don't bother about their Iriends in the vegetable kingdom They think, what can I say? What can a person like myself say to a vegetable? But the answer is simple my friends. Just call and tell them how you feel about muffins, pumpkins, wax paper, caledonias, mahogony, elbows ... green things in general And soon a new rapport You and your new little green and yellow buddies grooving together . . . Maintaining your coolness together ... Worshipping together in the church of your choice . . ONLY IN AMERICA Call any vegetable, call it by name Call one today when you get off the train Call any vegetable and the chances are good That the vegetable will respond to you. Oh no! Can you see them responding? The pumpkin is breathing hard Huffa-puffa, huffa-puffa, huffa-puffa. What a pumpkin! INTERZAPPA TONES M.G.M. knows how to be nasty. First they wouldn't have any group of performers called, "The Mothers." Obviously nasty. On the other hand you might notice, those of you with a fine eye for detail, that on record jackets and in their publicity the word "Mothers" gets lar- ger and "of Invention" gets smaller. Very nasty. Second— after contracting the Mother's latest album — ABSOLUTELY FREE — written, composed, directed and collaged by Frank Zappa-VI.G.M. t<*£ issue with the libtetto. M.G.M.'s 19th century bias for printed word efficacy led them to exclude the words from the album, though you hear the same words sung. Nasty, nasty . . . shades of Arnault Daniel. ...But I'm dragging my heels In London last week (see John Peel's PERFUMED GAR- DEN, this issue) Frank Zappa offered this oratorio for pub- lication in International Times. We accepted gleefully. Frank wrote the forward and notes specially for IT. Do you get it now? Frank Zappa is nice and M.G.M Is nasty. There's a guerilla attack in Haiti forecast. Algeria and Morocco will be shedding each others blood by the end of the year over low grade iron ore in land located, barely and Algeria—according to an ua published secret General Elec- tric computerised economic cost effectiveness survey paid for by the Algerian govern' ment. A record turnover in equities. Frank Zappa records a song with Lenny Bruce—cal- led Don't come in me"—for his new album. International Times readers get first inter- national pe'ek at printed word version of ABSOLUTELY FREE. International Times gets an ad from M.G.M.—fodder for our overdraft—and M.G.M. hopes we like money enough to cool it Nasty. Nasty all around. Others would say: This is the all-universe energy in con- tinual matter and life trans- formations. For my part: Read Frank Zappa's words now! Hear Frank Zappa's sounds too! Communication is the shar- ing of conscious experience. Frank Zappa, Frank Zappa Intellect is consciousness of energy. Artistry transfers energy; the end is sharing. ZAP ZAP ZAPPA: read him, see him, hear him, if you don't have the time. The Mothers of Invention have released two albums—the other is FREAK- OUT—and have had two howl- ing successes. Herbie Cohen, the Mother's manager who wears ready- made Turkish business suits, clucks "300,000 L.P.'s sold without a minute of radio time." Frank Zappa's songs recall a naked lunch of the American high school scene in the fifties —FLASH: NASTY EAST GEORGIA MESS COVERS HERSELF WITH CHOCOLATE SYRUP TO ATTRACT VEGA- TABLES. DOOT, DOOT, DOOT..... BILL LEVY AMERICA DRINKS On this side of the album there are two versions \ of this set of lyrics. This version which opens side two is in effect an abstraction (in advance of) the set of lyrics "which'close side two. The opening lines of "One, two, buckle my shoe' and "doopie, doopie' are derived from a time called "My Little Red Book". One, two, buckle my shoe, do-doot, doopie. I tried to find how my heart could be so blind (Want to buy some pencils) dear? How could I be fooled just like the rest? You came ... on strong i With your fast car and vour Bran Flakes, Soft voice and your sad eyes, I fell for the whole thing. I don't regret having met up with a girl who breaks hearts like they were nothing at all I I've done it too, now I know just what it feels like . . (ORGASMIC ENSEMBLE STATEMENT) STATUS BACK BABY Status Back Baby is a song about young acne America and their daily trials and tribulations. It is unfortunate that many young Americans really do worry about losing status at their high school. De Molay is a religious youth organisation in the United States. A Pom Pom Girl is a young lady who cuts strips of crepe paper alj week long after school to make an object known as a pom pom, which is a puffy ball composed of strips of crepe paper. After she has manufactured her own pom pom, she will go to the football game and jump high in the air with her pom pom in her hand shouting, as she does so, these immortal words: "We've got a team that's on the beam, that's relly hep to the jive. Come on tigers, let's skin 'em alive." Or, "Push 'em back, push 'em back. We like it, sissboombah." Then they drink beer and get pregnant in the back of somebody's car. I'm losing status at the high school lused to think that it was my school, wah-wah-wah-wah. I was the king of every school activity, But that's no more, oh mama, what will become of me? The other night we painted posters We played some records by the Coasters, wah-wah-wah-wah, A bunch of pom-pom girls looked down their nose at me They had painted tons of posters, I'd painted three. I hear the secret whispers everywhere I go, My school spirit is at an all time low (CHARMING INSTRUMENT INTERLUDE) I'm losing status at the high school I used to think that it was rrryschool, wahwah-wah-wah-wah. Everyone in town knows I'm a handsome football star I sing and dance and spray my hair and drive a shiny car. I'm friendly and I'm charming, I belong to De Molay I'm going to try like mad to get my status back today. My status back baby, Status back baby Status back baby Status back baby. UNCLE BERNIE'S FARM Uncle Bernie's Farm is a song about ugly toys and the people who make them. Implied here is the possiblitiy that the people who buy the ugly toys might be as ugly as the toys themselves. There's a bomb to blow your mommy up A bomb for your daddy too A baby doll that burps and pees A case of airplane glue A hungry plastic troll To scar your buddy's arm A box of ugly plastic things Marked Uncle Bernie's Farm. There's a little plastic congress, There's a nation you can buy There's a doll that looks like mommy She'l do anything but cry. He*" sa funny little man Push a button and ask for money There's a dollar in his hand We've got to send Santa Claus back to the Rescue Mission Christmas don't make it no more Don't you know that murder and destruction Scream the toys in every store There's a man who runs the country There's a man who tried to think And they're all made out of plastic When they melt, they start to stink. There's a book with smiling children Nearly dead with Christmas joys And smiling in his office Is the creep who makes the toys. MUMBLING FREE ASSOCIATION) We got this car when hits the wall You can see the guy dying inside Got the little plastic puddles of blood Plastic intestine stuck back into his stomach Sound effects brass nuckles, 39 Chevy, etc. etc. (MUMBLING FREE ASSOCIATION) SON OF SUZY CREAM CHEESE Son of Suzie Creamcheese is a stirring saga of a young groupie. Her actions are all motivated by a desire to be "in" at all times. Hence the drug abuse (blowing her mind on too much Kool-aid: acid . . . Stealing her boyfriends's stash: a hidden supply of drugs . . . and leaving Los Angeles for a protest march in Berkeley). Suzy Creamcheese, oh baby What's got into you? Suzy you were such a sweety Yeh, yeh ,yeh, Once you were my one and only Yeh, yeh, yeh, Blew your mind on too much Kool-ald, Yeh, yeh, yeh, Took my stash and left me lonely Yeh, yeh, yeh. Suzy Creamcheese, oh baby What's got into you? Suzy Creamcheese, oh momma, What's got into you? Got to find my Suzy Creamcheese Yeh, yeh, yeh. Think I'll go and strat my car Yeh, yeh, yeh. Really dig her, she's so freaky, Yeh, yeh, yeh, Heard the heat knows where you are Yeh, yeh, yeh. Suzy Creamcheese, oh baby What's got into you? Suzy Creamcheese, oh momma, What's got into you? Cruised the strip and went to Canter's Yeh, yeh, yeh, Suzy Creamcheese, please come home Yeh, yeh, yeh. Vito said she split > for Berkeley Yeh, yeh, yeh. Protest marching Styroloram Yeh, yeh, yeh. Suzy Creamcheese, oh baby, What's got into you? Suzy Creamcheese, oh momma, What's got into you? BROWN SHOES DON'T MAKE IT Brown Shoes Don't Make It is a song about the people who run the government, the people who make Jhe laws that keep you from living the kind of life you know you should lead. These unfortunate people manu- facture inequitable laws and ordinances, perhaps un- aware of the fact that the restrictions they place on the young people in a society are a result of their own hidden sexual frustrations. Dirty old men have no business run- ning your country. Brown shoes don't make it Brown shoes don't make it Quit school, why fake it Brown shoes don't make it. T.V. dinner by the pool Watch your brother grow a beard Got another year of school You're O.K. He's too weird. Be a plumber, he's a bummer He's a bummer every summer. Be a royal plastic robot For a world that doesn't care Smile at every ugly Shine your shoes and cut your hair Be a jerk and go to work Be a jerk and go to work Do your job, do it right, Life's a ball, T.V. tonight Do you love it, do you hate it? There it is, the way you made it. (SIMULATED VOMIT SOUND EFFECTS) A world of secret hungers Perverting the men who make your laws Every desire is hidden away In a drawer, in a desk, by Nauga Hyde Chair. On a rug where they walk and drool Past the girls in the office Hratche-plche, Hratche-plce, Hratche-plche, Hratche-plce, We see in the back ol the City Hall mind The dream of a girl about thirteen Off with her clothes and into a bed Where she tickles his fancy all night long His wife's attending an Orchid Show She squeeied for a week to get him to go But back in the bed his teenage queen Is rocking and rolling and acting obscene (Coot- pl"