Lyrics and translation Frank Zappa - Watermelon In Easter Hay (Live)

Watermelon In Easter Hay (Live)

Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Warren cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (lead vocals)
Peter wolf (keyboards)
Arthur barrow (bass, vocals)
Ed mann (percussion)
Vinnie colaiuta (drums)
Central scrutinizer:
This is the central scrutinizer... joe has just worked himself into an imaginary frenzy during the fade- out of his imaginary song... he begins to feel depressed now. he knows the end is near. he
Ealized at last that imaginary guitar notes and imaginary vocals exist only in the imagination of the imaginer... and... ultimately, who gives a fuck anyway... so... so... excuse me... so... who give
Uck anyway? so he goes back to his ugly little room and quietly dreams his last imaginary guitar solo...
(After the song ends)
This is the central scrutinizer... as you can see, music can get you pretty fucked up... take a tip from joe, do like he did, hock your imaginary guitar and get a good job... joe did, and he′s a ha
Uy now, on the day shift at the utility muffin research kitchen, arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas snoot of a fully-charged icing anointment utensil. and every time a nice little muffin com
On the belt, he poots forth...
And if this doesn't convince you that music causes big trouble... then maybe I should turn off my plastic megaphone and sing the last song on the album in my regular voice...

Watermelon In Easter Hay (Live)

Frank zappa (guitare solo, voix)
Warren cucurullo (guitare rythmique, voix)
Denny walley (guitare slide, voix)
Ike willis (chant principal)
Peter wolf (claviers)
Arthur barrow (basse, voix)
Ed mann (percussions)
Vinnie colaiuta (batterie)
Central scrutinizer:
C'est le central scrutinizer... joe vient de se mettre dans une frénésie imaginaire pendant le fondu de sa chanson imaginaire... il commence à se sentir déprimé maintenant. il sait que la fin est proche. il
Ealized at last that imaginary guitar notes and imaginary vocals exist only in the imagination of the imaginer... and... ultimately, who gives a fuck anyway... so... so... excuse me... so... who give
Uck anyway? so he goes back to his ugly little room and quietly dreams his last imaginary guitar solo...
(Après la fin de la chanson)
C'est le central scrutinizer... comme vous pouvez le voir, la musique peut vous rendre vraiment foutu... prenez conseil auprès de joe, faites comme il a fait, bradez votre guitare imaginaire et trouvez-vous un bon boulot... joe l'a fait, et il est un ha
Uy maintenant, sur l'équipe de jour à la cuisine de recherche sur les muffins utilitaires, tordant avec arrogance le museau en toile stérile d'un ustensile d'onction de glaçage entièrement chargé. et chaque fois qu'un joli petit muffin arrive
On the belt, he poots forth...
Et si cela ne vous convainc pas que la music cause de gros ennuis... alors peut-être devrais-je éteindre mon mégaphone en plastique et chanter la dernière chanson de l'album avec ma voix normale...