Monday, April 27, 2009

The Shiny Beast of Thought!

And now, to celebrate Poetry Month in a slightly more awesome fashion, a relentlessly anti-female frustration rant from Doc at the Radar Station (which I never cite as my favorite Beefheart record, but it's easily the one I listen to the most). It's both a poem and a song, so it has quite a few more repetitions than is felicitous on the page. Just listen to Don screaming it thru the canyons of your mind:


DIRTY BLUE GENE
~Don Van Vliet

The shiny beast of thought!

If you got ears, you gotta listen.
Old woman sweat; young girls glisten.


The extract you thought
is the ex that you got.


Harpin' a thought.
Ex-extract.
You hear me?

Hope this art drops,
Grooves you right.

Drop by drop,
light by bright,
night by light.

There ain't no good and there ain't no blame.
Not a hip. Ain't no lame.

You make the fault, you cause the blame.
Devil the same.

Harpin' a thought.
Ex-extract.
Shiny beast of thought.
You hang up, now you caught.

If you got ears, you gotta listen.
Old woman sweat; young girls glisten.
There's more than what you thought.

Harpin' a thought.
The shiny beast of thought!

Stand there bubblin' like an open cola in the sun,
Back is achin', work is never done.
She's swingin' a sponge on the end of a string.
Right on the brink she spills the ink
down the sink.

She's not bad, she's just genetically mean.
She's not bad, she's just genetically mean.

Oh! Don't you wish you never met her?
Don't you wish you never met her!
Don't you wish you never met her?
Don't you wish you never met her!

Dirty blue Gene.
She's swingin' a sponge on the end of a string.
Don't you wish you never met her?
Don't! you! wish! you! never met her!
Don't you wish you never met her?
Don't you wish you never met her!

She's not bad, she's just genetically mean.
Ah, ah, dirty blue Gene.
Dirty, dirty, dirty blue Gene.

She's. Not. Bad.

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