Pena-Captain Beefheart

[00:00.587]Captain Beefheart: "Ha, ahaha…" [00:02.740]Frank Zappa: "…here, go 'fast 'n bulbous!'" [00:04.422]The Mascara Snake: "Fast 'n bulbous!" [00:05.928]Captain Beefheart: "That's, ha…" [00:08.846]Frank Zappa: "'Kay, do it again, whenever you want." [00:10.354]Captain Beefheart: "I love that, love all those words." [00:11.303]The Mascara Snake: "Fast 'n bulbous!" [00:12.634]Captain Beefheart: "That's right, the Mascara Snake, [00:14.941]Fast 'n bulbous!" [00:16.611]The Mascara Snake: "Bulbous, also tapered." [00:18.553]Captain Beefheart: "Yeah, but you gotta wait until I say [00:20.023]'Also, a tin teardrop'." [00:23.319]The Mascara Snake: "Oh, Christ…hahaha." [00:26.410]Frank Zappa: "Again, beginning." [00:29.174]The Mascara Snake: "Fast 'n bulbous!" [00:30.435]Captain Beefheart: "That's right, The Mascara Snake, [00:32.448]Fast 'n bulbous! Also, a tin teardrop." [00:36.056]The Mascara Snake: "Bulbous, also tapered." [00:37.642]Captain Beefheart: "That's right." [00:48.454]Pena, her little head clinking [00:50.046]Like a barrel of red velvet balls full past noise [00:53.299]Treats filled her eyes [00:54.347]Turning them yellow like enamel-coated tacks [00:57.133]Soft like butter, hard not to pour [00:59.614]Out enjoying the sun [01:00.709]While sitting on a turned-on waffle iron [01:03.477]Smoke billowing up from between her legs [01:05.191]Made me vomit beautifully [01:07.048]And crush a chandelier [01:08.908]Fall on my stomach [01:09.808]And view her from a thousand happened facets [01:12.801]Liquid red salt ran over crystals [01:15.082]I later band-aided the area [01:16.803]Sighed, oh well, it was worth it [01:19.160]Pena, pleased but sore from sitting, chose to stub her toe [01:22.681]And view the white pulps [01:24.407]Horribly large in their red pockets [01:26.240]"I'm tired of playing baby," she exclaimed [01:29.152]And out of a blue felt box [01:30.706]Let escape one yellow butterfly the same size [01:33.863]Its droppings were tiny green phosphorous worms [01:36.335]That moved in tuck and rolls [01:38.314]That clacked and whispered in their confinement [01:41.025]Three little burnt scotch-taped windows several yards away [01:44.205]Mouths open to tongues that vibrated and lost saliva [01:47.706]Pena exclaimed, "That's raspberries!"