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Saturday, December 27, 2008
Friday, December 26, 2008
Ridgecrest Penguin
Ridgecrest Penguin
Originally uploaded by dumbeast
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Bernardino's
Inyokern, CA
San Ber'dinoMusic & Lyrics by Frank Zappa
She lives in mojave in a winnebago
His name is bobby, he looks like a potato
Shes in love with a boy
>from the rodeo
Who pulls the rope on the chute
When they let those suckers go
Hes a slobberin drunk at the palomino
They give him thirty days in san berdino
Well theres forty-four men
Stashed away in tank c
An theres only one shower
But it dont apply to bobby
You may think theyre
Dumb an lonely
But youre wrong
cause their love is strong
Stacked-up hair
An a cheap little ring
They dont care
cause it dont mean a thing
Looka there...
They dont care
Best-est way that
They can feel-o
Out on the highway
Rollin a wheel-o
Hes her tootsie
Shes for real-o
Trailer park heaven
Its a real good deal-o
Real good deal-o
Real good deal-o
Real good deal-o
The rest of their lives
In san berdino
Gonna spend the rest of their lives
In san berdino
The rest of their lives
In san berdino
Come on with me
Come on with me
Come on with me
Down in san berdino
Just 60 miles, 60 miles
Down the san berdino freeway
They got some dark green air
An you can choke all day
Thats right!
Gonna spend the rest of their lives
Rest of their lives
Rest of their lives
Say now
Aint talkin bout fontana
Aint talkin bout uh uh
Aint talkin bout uh uh
Aint talkin bout uh uh
Aint talkin bout the redlands, no no
Zulch is the auto works
Im telling you
Thats where they take
All the cars that they hurt
Come on and lets all go down to san berdino
Ooo-ooo
Ooo-ooo
Ooo-ooo
Lets-a go down down down
Down in san berdino
Wouldja blieve it
San berdino
San berdino
(got to call it)
San berdino
(cmere)
San berdino
Etc., etc., etc.
The rest of their lives
In san berdino
Oh bobby, Im sorry you gotta head like a potato
I really am
Bulk
Village Of The Sun
Words & music by Frank Zappa
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
George duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals)
Tom fowler (bass)
Ruth underwood (percussion)
Jeff simmons (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Don preston (synthesizer)
Bruce fowler (trombone)
Walt fowler (trumpet)
Napoleon murphy brock (tenor saxophone, flute, lead vocals)
Ralph humphrey (drums)
Chester thompson (drums)
Debbie (background vocals)
Lynn (background vocals)
Robert camarena (background vocals)
Goin’ back home
To the village of the sun
Out in back of palmdale
Where the turkey farmers run, I done
Made up my mind
And I know I’m gonna go to sun
Village, good God I hope the
Wind don’t blow
It take the paint off your car
And wreck your windshield too,
I don’t know how the people stand it,
But I guess they do
Cause they’re all still there,
Even johnny franklin too
In the village of the sun
Village of the sun
Village of the sun, son
(sun village to you)
Little mary, and teddy, and thelma too
Where palmdale bouldevard
Cuts on through
Past the village inn & barbecue
(I heard it ain’t there...
Well I hope it ain’t true)
Where the stumblers gonna go
To watch the lights turn blue
Where the stumblers gonna go
To watch the lights turn
Blue-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-wahhh?
Goin’ back home
To the village of the sun
Out in back of palmdale
Where the turkey farmers run, I done
Made up my mind
And I know I’m gonna go to sun
Village, good God I hope the
Wind don’t blow
It take the paint off your car
And wreck your windshield too,
I don’t know how the people stand it,
But I guess they do
Cause they’re all still there,
Even johnny franklin too
In the village of the sun
Village of the sun
Village of the sun, son
(sun village to you)
Joshua Trees
Home of Captain Beefheart. Gets nice once you clear Palmdale, which is the pits.
Orange Claw Hammer
Lyrics & music by Captain Beefheart
Lyrics & music by Captain Beefheart
Uh thick cloud caught uh piper clubs tail
The match struck blue on uh railroad rail
The old puff horse was just pullin' thru
'n uh man wore uh peg leg forever
I'm on the bum where the hoboes run
The air breaks with filthy chatter
Oh I don't care there's no place there
I don't think it matters
My skin's blazin' thru
'n my clothes in tatters
'n the railroad looked
Like uh "Y" up the hill of ladders
Ohe shoe fell on the gravel
One stick poked down
Gray of age fell down on uh pair of ears
An eagle shined thru my hole watch pocket
Uh gingham girl baby girl
Passed me by in tears
Uh jack rabbit raised his folded ears
Uh beautiful sagebrush jack rabbit
'n an oriole sang like an orange
His breast full uh worms
'n his tail clawed the evenin' like uh hammer
His wings took t' air like uh bomber
'n my rain can caught me uh cup uh water
When I got into town
Odd jobs mam ah yer horse I'll fodder
I'm the round house man
I once was yer father
Uh little up the road uh wooden
Candy stripe barber pole
'n above it read uh sign "Painless Parker"
Lic-licorice twisted around under uh fly
'n uh youngster cocked 'er eye
God before me if I'm not crazy
Is my daughter
Come little one with yer little dimpled fingers
Gimme one 'n I'll buy you uh cherry phosphate
Take you down t' the foamin' brine 'n water
'n show you the wooden tits
On the Goddess with the pole out s'full sail
That tempted away yer peg legged father
I was shanghaied by uh high hat beaver moustache man
'n his pirate friend
I woke up in vomit 'n beer in uh banana bin
'n uh soft lass with brown skin
Bore me seven babies with snappin' black eyes
'n beautiful ebony skin
'n here it is I'm with you my daughter
Thirty years away can make uh seaman's eyes
Uh round house man's eyes flow out water
Salt water
Bradley Oil Wells
Back in the bitter winter of 1964, Buck Owens and His Naughty Buckaroos did an impromptu free concert for all the roughnecks working this oil field near Bradley, CA. Buck wore very brief, skin-tight lederhosen, and a black mesh sleeveless shirt.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Computer, Memory Upgrade, Power Supply, Tape Drive, Spare Keyboard
Computer, Memory Upgrade, Power Supply, Tape Drive, Spare Keyboard, originally uploaded by dumbeast.
Tom's ZX81
fELIZ NAVIDAD ++
Jesse & Madeline's Xmas Card. The snowman on the right looks a little hassidic to me.
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