CAPTAIN BEEFHEART


81 Poop Hatch Lyrics

My eyes are burnt and bleeding and all that looks like
a monkey on a silver bar ...
big poop hatch with a cotton hatch - hatch holes that
the light shows in and the light shows out ...
and the little red fence ...
and the wire and the wood ...
and the barbs and the berries ...
and the tires and the bottles and the caruponrims ...
and the heat swims on its fenders and the dust collects
and the rust of autumn surrenders into gold ...
trumpet poop on the ground with peanuts its bell was
blocking an ant's vision ...
and the mice played in its air holes and valves ...
a ladybug crawled off its mouthpiece standing out red
and blacked its wings and blew off to a flower ...
its hum heard just above the ground ...
black dots were hung in what turned out to be an olive
tree that originally held a tree house full of a
building with one small window ...
birds and broken glass and tiny bits of newspaper ...
"My sun is free from the window," said the god the
green dabbers ...
rice wires mouse tins and milk muffins ...
cereal and stone ...
matches and masks and mace and clubs ...
and splintered shaft light intrigues a cricket on a
dust jeweled penlet ...
cobwebs collect down plaster run into a hole and find
collected glass that drinks the reflection of midday
afternoon midway between telegraph lines ...
a silver wing - a cloud - a rumbling of a cloud ...
a crowd of various violins strum from next door through
my wall into my ear obviously artificial ...
neighbors laugh through sandwiches ...
Harlem babies - their stomachs explode into roars ...
their eyes shiny with starvation ...
spreckled hula dance on my phonograph ...
my door rattles windy ...
sand wears my rug shoe and taps on the unheard finish
of an hourglass I cannot hear ...
a typical musician's nest of thoughts filter through
dust speakers ...
"Why don't you go home? Oh Blobby, are you great,"
exclaims two lips in some jumbled rock 'n' roll tune
and wears a spot I cannot scratch ...
the surface of a friend ...
this high book a friend laid on me ...
on the couch relaxing in the corner behind a still life
pond with plenty of bugs and lily pads slurred in mud
banks and boulders tin cans and raisins warped by
thought ...
strain on the spoon like a wheat check - check Bif -
cotton popping out of his sleeve ...
poop hatch open - big poop hatch with a cotton hatch -
hatch holes - got to pick up the horns ...
but the head won't move until it walks

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Record Label(s): 2007 Ozit

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