I want a garden and I hope my news server won't fail when I get it
Patrick Neve
On Wed, 21 Jan 1998, Andy Richard wrote:
> Hi all,
> I posted a few days ago that I would like to get the whole I
> want a garden poem. Can someone please send it again, either by email
> at an...@auracom.com or post it here? Thanks. My news server went down
> and I could not get new messages. Oh yeah, does anyone know who wrote
> the poem?
OK, here's my version of an update. Some of the suggestions I agreed
with, some I didn't.
I'm still not sure about
(give it to him, Joey, he's psychotic)
Sure i get the Joey Psychotic reference, but I can't rule out that Ike
says "It's another Joey Psychotic" or something else entirely.
I am convinced of the followingl
"Angus O'Riley O'Patrick McGinty"
(don't hold it...Joey narcotic.)
"Angus O'Riley O'Patrick McGinny"
It's "Ginty" the first time, and "Ginny" the second, and it's "'O", not
"&".
"Burnt wind.
Heart stinks.
Charred man.
Burns squirm screeing."
This *could* be "Child man", but he definitely says "Heart stinks."
and lastly this part of transcribing was brilliant, thanks to whomever
posted it;
Na na na na na na na nanoo-ook
Na na na na nanook oh
Nanook rubs it! St. Al Al pha pha
pha pha pha pha pha phonzo-ooh!
Let's see... this message is already getting kinda long. I'll post the
song in another message.
Patrick Neve
14. Don't Eat The Yellow Snow (20:16) February 18 & 19, 1979
Location: Odeon Hammersmith, London
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike Willis (guitar, vocals)
Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals)
Warren Cucurullo (guitar)
Tommy Mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter Wolf (keyboards)
Ed Mann (percussion)
Arthur Barrow (bass)
Vinnie Colaiuta (drums)
Wrong band and imprecise date on the booklet: Ike Willis must be added to
the line-up listed.
a) Don't eat the Yellow Snow: Feb 19
b) Nanook rubs it: Feb 18 first show (poem parts)
Feb 19 (religion rap)
first part misses a poem recited by Warren
c) St Alphonzo's to Rollo Feb 18 first show
Dreamed I was an Eskimo
Frozen wind began to blow
Under my boots and around my toes
The frost that bit the ground below
Was a hundred degrees below zero...
And my mama cried
"You don't really look like an Eskimo"
That's right, mom!
And my mama cried again,
"You don't really look like an Eskimo"
I know, mom, but it's a... it's a way to earn a living.
And my momma cried, one more time;
"You don't really look like an Eskimo"
Nanook, no-no
Nanook, no-no
Don't be a naughty Eskimo, hey.
Save your money, don't go to the show
Well I turned around and I said "Ho, ho."
Well I turned around and I said, one more time "Ho, ho."
Well I turned around and I said, just for Vinnie, "Ho, ho"
And the northern lights commenced to glow.
"Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow"
"Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow"
Well, right about that time people,
A fur-trapper who was strictly from commercial (strictly commercial)
Had the unmitigated audacity to jump up from behind my igloo (peekaboo)
He started into whippin' on my favorite baby seal
With a lead-filled snowshoe
With a lead- (lead)
Filled (lead-filled)
With a lead filled snowshoe (snowshoe)
He said, "Peekaboo" (Peekaboo)
With a le-he-head- (lead)
Fill-hill-hilled (lead-filled)
With a lead filled snowshoe (snowshoe)
He said, "Peekaboo" (Butzis too)
He went right upside the head of my favorite baby seal
Hit him on the nose, that's right, hit him on the fin, yes
He went "whap" and that got me just about as evil as an eskimo boy can be.
So I bent down and I reached down, and I scooped down and I gathered up a
generous mittenful of the deadly
Yellow snow
The deadly yellow snow, from right there where the huskies go! (over where
by butzis is from)
And then I proceeded to rub it all into his beady little eyes with a
vigorous circular motion hitherto unknown to the citizens of Canarsie, but
destined to take the place of the mudshark in your mythology,
The vigorous circular motion, here it goes, rub it!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Alright, now this is the really exciting part of the show. This is the
part I always like the best, because this is where I get to find out what
you guys are made of. And you gals, too. This is the part where we have,
we are purported to have, audience participation. Now, I know it's a
matinee, and y'know, you're probably in a hurry to go get something to
EAT, but I figure that his little audience participation that we're going
to do right now is so totally stupid that it's, well just think of it as
an aperativo, y'know what I mean? So, okay, everybody, stand up. Stand
up now. Alright, that's very good. OK, a lot of you people are still
sitting
down, no don't walk forward, just stand up. Stand where you are. OK, is
everybody standing up? Well, most of you are standing up, okay, the ones
who aren't standing up, hey, eat chain. Enforced recreation, live on
stage in London.
Now, we're gonna do away with the fur trapper now, the guys been hittin'
my baby seal quite a bit, baby seal doesn't look too good. Bleeding from
the mouth and rectum, looks terminal. So what we're gonna do, is we're
altogether gonna jump up and down on this sunofabitch, now watch me. I'll
do the stupid thing first, and then you shy people follow. Ready? Here we
go.
Hi, are you okay?
"Fine"
Oh, heh-heh.
(give it to him, Joey, he's psychotic)
No, but I'll tell you what, you can stay there and recite a poem. Here,
what's your name? I'll hold it, it's okay, it might break.
"Angus O'Riley O'Patrick McGinty"
(don't hold it...Joey narcotic.)
"Angus O'Riley O'Patrick McGinny"
"Yeah."
"Burnt wind.
Heart stinks.
Charred man.
Burns squirm screeing."
"PAIN!"
(yes!)
Very essential. And now, ....thank you!
Alright, now, as if, as if that weren't enough, watch this. I'm going to
do
something completely stupid and then after I demonstrate the stupidity of
it all you're going to do the same thing and that will sort of bind us
together in some sort of cosmic, hands across the water, kind of symbolic
kind of, ...just forget it. Okay? Here we go, watch this;
(It's Jumbo.)
It's Jumbo, that's right.
(Jumbo, come back!)
Now, you pounce, and you pounce again
Jump on the chest of a great googly-moogly, you're gonna do it too, now
isn't that really stupid?
(Are you sure that isn't 'bounce'?)
Alright, tonight, though, we're adding a new dimension into this. When we
get to the fast part, when you jump up and down on the chest of a, we're
gonna vamp for an extra coupla bars, now this is very important, bring the
band on down behind me, boys, so they can understand this, when the band
plays very quietly after we jump up and down on the chest of a,
EVERYBODY'S gonna recite a poem, whaddya say? Okay? And I'm gonna be
listening. No mistakes. Ready? Now, everybody jumps.
Now ya pounce.
Ya pounce again.
Ya jump up 'n down on the chest of and recite a poem.
Waitta minute, waitta minute, I think I like the poem better than the
jumping. More poetry, please!
"Rotten gulls beating with large rubber sails!
Who cares? Now it is light!"
Alone in the hissing laboratory of his wishes,
Mr. Pugh minces among bad vats and jerebaums,
spinneys of murdering herbs,
And prepares to compound for Mrs. Pugh
A venomous porridge hitherto unknown to toxicologists
which will scald and viper through her til her ears fall off like figs,
her toes grow big and black as balloons,
and steam comes screaming out of her navel.
(Cakes! Cakes..cakes!)
Now, listen. Sit down. The fur trapper was pretty fucked up. He had
just been stomped upon and recited to by the entire contents of this
audience. And you know what that can do to a guy who's wearing a parka.
So he gets up, and he looks around, and looks around and looks around
again, and then he says, and you can sing along if you know the words,
"I can't see"
"I can't see"
"I can't see"
"I can't see"
He took a dog-doo snow cone and stuffed it in my right eye
He took a dog-doo snow cone and stuffed it in my other eye
And the husky wee-wee
I mean the doggie wee-wee
Has blinded me
And, great googly-moogly, I can't see
Temporarily
This is really stupid, isn't it?
Well, it was at that time that the fur-trapper remembered the ancient
Eskimo legend, wherein it is written (on whatever it is that they write it
on up there) that if anything bad ever happens to your eyes
as the result of Enforced Recreation Live Onstage In London
the only way you can get it fixed up is to go
Trudging across the tundra
Mile after mile
Trudging across the tundra
Right down to the parish of St. Alphonzo.
What, another poem?
"I want a garden.
I want a garden where the flowers have no flowers.
I want a garden where the trees have no leaves.
I want a garden where the tre-weeds don't even grow.
I want a garden.
I want MY garden.
I want the garden where there are no colors.
I want to water that garden.
I'll garden that with my tears.
Whilst that garden was the trees,
Was the leaves, water me with my own."
(Sounds like a bunch of kids to me)
Oh, you want kindergarten.
"Hah-ha..."
(Denny strikes!)
Not bad, not bad. What's the title of that?
"Broadmoor."
"Broadmoor", alright. Warren, do you know one called Left Rack City?
Wh-where's Butzis? (Probably somewhere bendin' over.)
Where is he? Are you...send Malcom up here.
(He's probably gettin' a hand job.)
Yeah, I know that's just what I was thinking! He's in the lobby getting a
blow job. Alright, sorry, maybe next show, we'll find him. One of these
days we'll get him up here.
Now, some of you people are probably not very religious, and one could
hardly blame you. However, those of you who are religious, and have been
paying money into the church for years and years and are still waiting to
get your money's worth, here's a little bit of information for ya, I
don't know what you're gonna do with this information, but, St. Alphonso
is, and probably will continue to be, for the duration of this show, the
patron saint of the smelt fishermen of Portuguese extraction. Do you know
what Portuguese extraction is? Very good. Anyway, in order that you may
reach a higher level of conciousness, which is obviously the aim of our
show, Ed Mann, who has been working on this little lick all afternoon,
Ed, who only, he..he's not sick, he only has bad mental health, Ed is
going to play the BIG ALPHONZO MOTIF, Let's hear it for him!
That's right, here we are...
At St. Alphonzo's Pancake Breakfast
Where I stole the margarine
And wheedled on the Bingo cards
And blew up the latrine
I saw a handsome parish lady
Make her entrance like a queen
While she was totally chenille
And her old man was a Marine
As she abused the sausage pattie
And said, "Why don't you treat me mean?"
hurt me, hurt me, hurt me, oooh, pattie, pattie, bootie....
At St. Alphonzo's Pancake Breakfast
(Oh, good God, get off the bus)
Where I stole the margarine
St. Alfonzo
St. Alfonzo
St. Alfonzo
St. Alfonzo
Father Vivian O'Blivion
Resplendent in his frock
Was whipping up the batter
For the pancakes of his flock
He was looking rather bleary
He forgot to watch the clock
'Cuz the night before
Behind the door
A leprechaun had stroked, he stroked it
The night before
Behind the door
A leprechaun had stroked, he stroked it
'Cuz the night before
Behind the door
A leprechaun had stroked his spot
He stroked his spot
It set him off in such a frenzy
He sang "Lock Around the Crock!"
And he topped it off with a ...
And he topped it off with a ...
And he topped it off with a ...
oo ooo ooo
oo ooo ooo
oo ooo ooo
As he stumbled on his cock
He was delighted as it stiffened
And ripped right through his sock
"Oh St. Alfonzo would be proud of me"
He shouted down the block
Dominus vobiscum
Et cum spiritu two oh
Don't you eat my sleazy pancakes
Just for Saintly Alphonzo
They're so light and fluffy white
We'll raise a fortune by tonight
They're so light and fluffy white
We'll raise a fortune by tonight
They're so light and fluffy brown
They're the finest in the town
They're so light and fluffy brown
They're the finest in the town
Good morning your highness
oo oo ooo
I brought you your snowshoes
oo oo ooo
Good morning your highness
oo oo ooo
I brought you your snowshoes
oo oo ooo
Na na na na na na na nanoo-ook
Na na na na nanook oh
Nanook rubs it! St. Al Al pha pha
pha pha pha pha pha phonzo-ooh!
St. Alphonzo really loves it when he rubs it for him
I have seen him rubbing it, I have seen him rubbing it
I have, I have seen him stroke his weenie (it was teenie)
Rub it, rub it, rub it, rub it raw
Nannok rubs it and he loves it
Nannok rubs it and he loves it
Nanook rubs it and he loves it
Nanook is rubbin' it and now he is lovin' it
St. Alphonzo can you hear us playing to you
Can you fix my Chevy
Boy, you're really heavy
Here's the church and here's the steeple
Open up and see the people
Some are kneeling some are standing
All the money they are handing
To some asshole with a basket
Where it goes we dare not ask it
Nanook rubs it and he loves it
Easter basket, really shoves it
Here's your quarter, here's your dollar
Let's play ring around the collar
Hup! He did it now!
He did it now. He took all your little gifts (?)
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank
you, thank you, THANK!
Denny, Ikey, Tommy, Eddie, Petey, Vinnie, Artie, Sophia Warren on guitar,
I forgot your name on poetry but thanks for reciting it anyway, thanks for
coming to the show, hope you enjoyed it, and, goodnight!
From: sh...@mojo.europe.dg.com wrote:
The guy who sounds deranged is rambling about
a garden "I want a garden" (This later shows up on the King Kong medley on
YCDTOSA vol 3) and makes reference to "Broadmoor". This is an institution
for the criminally insane/psychotic - a prison hospital in the UK.
From: Society Pages #7.
DIDJA KNOW the origin of that twisted poem ("Alone in the hissing
laboratory of his wishes...etc.") that Frank recites during the "Don't Eat
The Yellow Snow" suite from YCDTOSA, VOL.1? It comes from "Under Milk
Wood", a poem by Dylan Thomas. Since Frank misquotes the middle part of
the poem, dropping a few words, it would seem that he must have been
reciting it from memory.
Here's the original:
Alone in the hissing laboratory of his wishes, Mr Pugh minces among bad
vats and jeroboams, tiptoes through spinneys of murdering herbs, agony
dancing in his crucibles, and mixes especially for Mrs Pugh a venomous
porridge unknown to toxicologists which will scald and viper through her
until her ears fall off like figs, her toes grow big and black as
balloons, and steam comes screaming out of her navel.
Source: Society Pages #7, p.52.
Dylan Thomas, "Under Milk Wood", J.M.Dent & Sons Ltd., London, 1954, p.63.
From: a930...@eds.ecip.nagoya-u.ac.jp(Tan Mitsugu)
It's interesting that while FZ himself said 'reading a book make me
sleep', he did remember Dylan Thomas's poetry. The result of higher
education?
And yet another comment by the amazing Bill Lantz and Dr. J.Scialli:
From: sci...@primenet.com (John V. Scialli)
Lefrak City (built by a Mr. Lefrak [sic?]) is in Flushing (Queens) New
York (or close by [I'm from Jersey so cut me some cheese]). It was the
first and "model" comglomeration of apartment buildings, fairly low rent
with self-contained and close by amenities, markets and such. kinda now,
kinda charley, very uglie.
From: la...@primenet.com (Bill Lantz)
Right and during the 2/18/79 Hammy Odeon show while all the poetry reading
was going on during Yellow Snow, a part that didn't make YCDTOSA was
Warren reciting his little Lefrak City "poem" at Frank's request. Maybe
that's where you heard it Tony. -Bill
ekb...@mindspring.com (Brian Ekberg) wrote:
Does the bass play the crazy lick during the instrumental section of "St.
Alphonso's Pancake Breakfast?" on YCDTOSA Vol. 1?
boil...@aol.com (Boil That) writes:
Arthur plays counterpoint during the first bit, then switches to unison
with the melody for the last part. It's astonishing. I seem to recall it
was one of his audition pieces - is that correct, Arthur?
From: "Arthur W. Barrow" <big...@netcom.com>
That's right, you heard right. The original Apostrophe version had the
bass playing the counterpoint throughout. I had learned the melody by ear
for my audition, and Frank had me play the melody in the second half of
that section for our live version. I'm glad somebody noticed! That
instrumental section is called "Rollo", by the way. I believe that the
YCDTOSA version was from the night we were all victims of "Diseases of the
Band". It was a 3 hour show. I played the show sitting on a stool next to
a bucket, which I used a few times.)
From: boil...@aol.com
(in answer to what keyboard gear was being used)
"Yellow Snow" has Tommy and Peter using a zillion things. (Although I
suspect you're thinking of Tommy's Yamaha CS-80 in conjunction with his
EMU Poly-key thing plus the Vocoder - he manned them as if they were one
unit, and this was pre-MIDI.
Andy Richard
Hi all,
I posted a few days ago that I would like to get the whole I
want a garden poem. Can someone please send it again, either by email
at an...@auracom.com or post it here? Thanks. My news server went down
and I could not get new messages. Oh yeah, does anyone know who wrote
the poem?
Andy
AJ Wilkes
Patrick Neve <sp...@darkwing.uoregon.edu> wrote:
: On Wed, 21 Jan 1998, Andy Richard wrote:
: > Hi all,
: OK, here's my version of an update. Some of the suggestions I agreed
: with, some I didn't.
: I'm still not sure about
: (give it to him, Joey, he's psychotic)
: Sure i get the Joey Psychotic reference, but I can't rule out that Ike
: says "It's another Joey Psychotic" or something else entirely.
I think you missed another bit, after FZ first talked to the guy, and found
out he was a bit of a fruitcake, Ike says 'Joey Narcotic.'
-JK-
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