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Captain Beefheart And The Magic Band
Captain Beefheart And The Magic Band


Background information
Birth name Don Glen Vliet
Born January 15, 1941
Born place Glendale, California, U.S.
Died December 17, 2010
Death place Arcata, California, U.S.
Genre(s) Experimental Rock
Blues
Blues Rock
Avant-garde
Psychedelic Rock
Progressive Rock
Years active 1964—1982
Label(s) Epic Records
Virgin Records
Atlantic Records
Reprise Records
Mercury Records
A&M Records
Blue Thumb Records
Associated acts The Tubes
Frank Zappa
The Mothers of Invention
Ry Cooder
Zoot Horn Rollo
Rockette Morton
John French
Jack Nitzsche
Gary Lucas
Moris Tepper



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Captain Beefheart And The Magic Band Album


Clear Spot (1972)
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Fast goes fast
Slow goes slow
Alright now, do the Low Yo Yo Yo Yo
Now do the Low Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo
Like that girl standing on the corner
Trying to get a ride to the other side
When way down underneath
All she had to do was move her pretty feet
And do the Low Yo Yo Yo Yo
Alright baby, do your Low Yo Yo with all your stuff
Now, baby, do your Low Yo Yo Stuff
Now, baby, it's in your beanie
Whether you're long, tall, short or skinny
Sometimes it's rough
You mean to tell me it's that Low Yo Yo Stuff?
Low Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo Yo
Fast goes fast
Slow goes slow
Low Yo Yo Yo Yo
Like that girl standing on the corner
Trying to get a ride to the other side
When way down underneath
All she had to do was move her pretty feet
And do the Low Yo Yo Yo Yo
What if my girlfriend back home
Finds out what my fingers have been doing
On my guitar since I been gone?
Don't anybody tell her,
I been doing the Low Yo Yo Yo Yo
Like any other fella
Away from home, all alone
Been doing that Low Yo Yo Yo Yo
Ya, I been really carrying on!
Fast goes fast
Slow goes slow
Rich are rich and the po' are po'
Everybody's doing the Low Yo Yo Yo Yo
Everybody's doing it
Deep down everybody knows they should
Do the Low Yo Yo Yo Yo

. . .


Men you been lookin' all around for the women
But they always been right there
Nowadays a woman has to haul off and hit a man
T' make him know she's there
Other night a woman came up 'n hit me
Like I wasn't even there
Yeah, mmm dawned on me, man
That a man been doin' a woman unfair

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
'n they'll tell you
That's one man I swear
Yeah that's a man
'nuff about tellin' you this

Mmm, 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

There ain't no, there ain't no other place to go but there

I'm talkin' about women
They don't have to hit me, man

To make me know it's there
None o' my women have tears in their eyes
You can ask 'em about me I swear

. . .


I got too much time, too much time
I got too much time to be without love
In my life I've got a deep devotion
Wide as the sky and deep as the ocean
Every war that's waged makes me cry
Every bird that goes by gets me high

Sometimes when it's late and I'm a little bit hungry I heat
up some old stale beans, open up a can of sardines, eat crackers and
dreams of somebody to cook for me.

[Repeat chorus, verse and chorus]

. . .


Once you find out the circumstances
Then you can uh go out, whoa yeah

Once you find out the circumstances
Then you can uh go out, whoa yeah

Little girl don't you know that the stars up above are runnin' on love
Little girl don't you know that they're blinkin' at you
Now the sun can sun burn you but
Not as bad as those old people do, yeah

Ah once you find out the circumstances
Then you can uh go out, whoa yeah

Little girl don't you know that the stars up above are runnin' on love
Little girl don't you know that uh they're blinkin' at you
Now the sun can sun burn you but
Not as bad as those o-o-o-old people do, yeah ha ha ha

Ah once you once you find out the circumstances
Then you then you then you then yo-u-u-u-u can go out, ah yeah

You can go o-o-o-out

. . .


I'll let a train be my feet
If it's too far to walk to you
If a train don't go there I'll get a jet or a bus
Because I'm going to find you
You're going to see me shadow soon around you
And my head is my only house unless it rains
I walk the meadow plains
Water deserts are my eyes until I find you
I won't sleep until I find you
I won't eat until I find you
My heart won't beat until
I wrap my arms around you
My arms are just two things in the way
Until I can wrap them around you
You can make my sad song happy
Make a bad world good
I can feel you out there moving
You're mine, I know I'll find you
And my head is my only house until I've found you
I hate to have other people hear me sing this song
If this reaches you before I do
Follow it to "I love you"
That's where I'll find you
And my head is my only house until I find you

. . .


Nothing makes it move
From the bottom to the top
Does it start at the bottom?
Or does it start at the top

Magnet draw day from dark
Sun zoom spark
Sun zoom spark

Now which hand's got it?
Bottom, or the top?
Neither hand's got it
It's just got it
Hope it don't stop

Magnet draw day from dark
Sun zoom spark
Sun zoom spark

Think you can uh hold it
Once it start
I don't care who ya are or what
size ya are
I'm gonna magnetize ya

Magnet draw day from dark
Sun zoom spark
Sun zoom spark

Ohh, don't let it get away
I'm gonna zip up my guitar
'n then when I've gone too far
I'm gonna zip down my guitar

Magnet draw day from dark
Sun zoom spark
Sun zoom spark

. . .


I have to run so far to find a clear spot
Sun's all hottin' and a rottin' hot
Swamp's all rotten 'n stinkin' uhh
Vegetation's hot
Sleepin' in a bayou on a old rotten cot
Can't find my kind of folks havin' fun
I have to run run run run
Run to find a clear spot
Can't shadow down, the sun big brown
Mosquitos 'n moccasins steppin' all around
'fraid I'm gonna get hit
Sun's all hottin' and a rottin' hot
Vegetation's hot
Sleepin' in a bayou on a old rotten cot
Can't find my kind of folks havin' fun
Got to run run run run
Run to find a clear spot
Can't shadow down, the sun big brown
Mosquitos 'n moccasins steppin' all around
'fraid I'm gonna get hit
'fraid I'm gonna get hit
I have to run so far to find a clear spot

. . .


Crazy Little Thing has just gone crazy
Girl, how'd ya get a name like Crazy Little Thing
Probably the name that drove you crazy all along

How'd ya get a walk
How'd ya get it all to move so smooth and lazy
How'd ya learn to talk real low like that
To where it makes all the men go crazy
Every little thing, every little thing has just gone crazy

The way she move, there ain't no maybe
Talkin' way low like that
To where all the men go crazy

She brings things down lower than they should be
She brings things up higher than they could be

She got the answer to the answer
And my only question is how old, how cool, how low can you be?
(won't find out from me)

If you're too young, girl, you know you're gonna be the ruin of me
They call her crazy, but I'm hot and she's cold
Crazy Little Thing, Crazy Little Thing
How old, how old, how old

How'd ya get built like that?
You ain't been here that long
Crazy Little Thing, Crazy Little Thing
How long, how long, how long

Crazy Little Thing has just gone crazy
Girl, how'd ya get a name like Crazy Little Thing
Probably the name that drove you crazy all along

How'd ya get a walk
How'd ya get it all to move so smooth and lazy
How'd ya learn to talk real low like that
To where it drives, to where it drives the men all crazy

Crazy Little Thing has just gone crazy
Girl, how'd ya get a name like Crazy Little Thing
Probably the name that drove you crazy all along

. . .


Woman like long neck bottles
And a big head on her beer
I don't like to talk about my women
But I hold that woman dear

Well, one night she go to drinking
Got out and shot up the town
I'll be damned if she didn't
Bring an airplane down

I don't like to talk about my woman
But this one sure could chug 'em down
I don't like to talk about my woman
But this one sure could chug 'em down

One night she started drinking
Down by the river
She tied up the river
And backed the ocean down
I don't like to talk about none of my women
But this one sure could hold her long neck bottle beer down
When she walked into a bar
They set 'em and got right out of town
'Cuz she picked 'em up a'plenty
And laid a lot of them down

Women like long neck bottles
And a big head on their beer
Now you got that down
You got that down

Well, one night she go to drinking
Got out and shot up the town
I'll be damned if she didn't
Bring an airplane down

I don't like to talk about my woman
But this one sure could chug 'em down
I don't like to talk about my woman
But this one sure could chug 'em down
I don't like to talk about none of my women
But I'm going to do it anyway
Then I'm going to get
Right out of town

. . .


I look at her and she looks at me
In her eyes I see the sea
I can't see what she sees in a man like me
She says she loves me
Her eyes
Her eyes
Her eyes are a blue million miles
Far as I can see
She loves me
Her eyes
Her eyes
Her eyes are a blue million miles
Far as I can see
She loves me
I look at her and she looks at me
In her eyes I see the sea
I can't see what she sees in a man like me
She says she loves me
Her eyes
Her eyes
Her eyes are a blue million miles

. . .


Distant cousins, there's a limited supply.
And we're down to the dozens, and this is why:
Big Eyed Beans from Venus! Oh my, oh my.

Boys and girls,
Earth people around the circle,
Mixtures of man alive.
Big eyed beans from Venus,
Don't let anything get in between us.

Beam in on me baby,
and we'll beam together
I know we always been together,
but there's more.

Mister Zoot Horn Rollo, hit that long lunar note,
and let it float.

Men let your wallets flop out,
and women open your purses,
Cause a man or a woman without a big eyed bean from Venus
Is suffering with the worstest of curses
Yeah, you're suffering, with the worstest of curses.

Put 'em out in the sun, and when the night come
You don't have to go out and get 'em
They'll glow with you
They'll go with you
They'll show with you
Ain't no losers
Cause they're on the right track
Cause they're on the right track
You can be on the right track, woman,
Of course, of course

Ain't no SNAFU, no fol-de-rol

Check these out, Big eyed beans from Venus
Oh, let a few out, let 'em pass in between us

Distant cousins, there's a limited supply.
And we're down to the dozens, and this is why...

Don't let anything get in between us!
Big eyed beans from Venus
Big eyed beans from Venus.

. . .


Those little golden birdies look at them

And the mystic Egypt tossle dangling down
Old sleeper-man shish, don't wake him
Up one hand broom star was an obi-man
revered throughout the bone-knob land
His magic black purse slit creeped open,
Let go flocks of them

Shish sookie singabus
Snored like a red merry-go-round horse
And an acid gold bar swirled up and down,
Up and down, in back of the singabus
And the panataloon duck white goose neck quacked
webcore, webcore

. . .


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