Frank Zappa - He Used To Cut The Grass |
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He Used To Cut The Grass
Frank Zappa Act III SCENE FIFTEEN HE USED TO CUT THE GRASS JOE: (to himself as he walks out of prison) I'm out at last Boy, the world sure looks different Wow... there's hardly anything fun to do Since they made music illegal But I'm hooked I got the habit I got to have it I need to play But theres no musicians anymore They're all gone Wait! I've got it! I'll be sullen and withdrawn I'll dwindle off into the twilight realm Of my own secret thoughts I'll walk through the parking lot In a semiAnd dream of guitar notes To go with the loading JOE wanders through the world which by then has been totally epoxied over, carefully organized, with everyone reporting daily to his or her appointed place in a line somewhere in front of a window somewhere in a building somewhere in order to collect his or her welfare check, which, when cashed, made it possible for the young ones to continue the payments for the obsolete and irreparable appliances their parents had purchased on the installment plan years ago, providing as security the future incomes of their children. The rest of these checks were used by the young recipients to buy fun things of their own on credit, most of which broke down or failed within moments of purchase and seemed to be stacking up everywhere. CENTRAL SCRUTINEER: The White Zone is for loading or unloading only. If you gotta load or unload, go to the White Zone. You'll love it. Its a way of life. As JOE stumbles over mounds of dead consumer goods formed into abstract statues dednotes, he hears, so |
