(Experimental, Psychedelic Rock, Avantgarde, Soul) [8-Track Cartridge / Stereo 8] [24/48] The Mothers Of Invention (Zappa)- The Mothers Fillmore East June 1971 - 1971, ALAC (image+.cue)

REM GENRE "Experimental, Psychedelic Rock, Avantgarde, Soul Funk"
REM DATE "1971"
PERFORMER "Mothers Of Invention"
TITLE "The Mothers Fillmore East June 1971"
REM COMMENT "From Stereo 8"
REM COUNTRY "UK"
REM LABEL "Reprise Records"
REM LABELNUMBER "Y8K8-44150"
FILE "The Mothers Of Invention - The Mothers Fillmore East June 1971.m4a" WAVE
TRACK 01 AUDIO
TITLE "Little House I Used To Live In"
PERFORMER "Mothers Of Invention"
INDEX 01 00:00:00
TRACK 02 AUDIO
TITLE "The Mud Shark"
PERFORMER "Mothers Of Invention"
INDEX 01 04:36:00
TRACK 03 AUDIO
TITLE "What Kind Of Girl Do You Think We Are?"
PERFORMER "Mothers Of Invention"
INDEX 01 09:47:04
TRACK 04 AUDIO
TITLE "Bwana Dik"
PERFORMER "Mothers Of Invention"
INDEX 01 14:11:00
TRACK 05 AUDIO
TITLE "Latex Solar Beef"
PERFORMER "Mothers Of Invention"
INDEX 01 16:20:00
TRACK 06 AUDIO
TITLE "Willie the Pimp"
PERFORMER "Mothers Of Invention"
INDEX 01 18:48:00
TRACK 07 AUDIO
TITLE "Do You Like my New Car?"
PERFORMER "Mothers Of Invention"
INDEX 01 24:34:00
TRACK 08 AUDIO
TITLE "Lonesome Electric Turkey (Encore Excerpt Featuring Don Preston On Mini-Moog)"
PERFORMER "Mothers Of Invention"
INDEX 01 33:06:00
TRACK 09 AUDIO
TITLE "Peaches en Regalia"
PERFORMER "Mothers Of Invention"
INDEX 01 36:10:00
TRACK 10 AUDIO
TITLE "Tears Began to Fall"
PERFORMER "Mothers Of Invention"
INDEX 01 40:03:00

Mark: I mean really . . .
Howard: Rant-rant-rant-rt-rt-rt-rant-nt . . .
Mark: You are . . .
you gotta tell me something . . .
I mean, seriously, I'm tellin' you, this is the first time that any of my girlfriends and I have ever met anybody really from Hollywood . . .
I mean . . .
really my girlfriend Jim and Ian and . . .
Aynsley and Bob and . . .
Frank . . .
I mean, none of us . . .
we've never . . .
Howard: Pleased to meet you . . .
Ian: Hi Howie
Mark: We've never met a pop star from Hollywood . . .
tell me something: have you ever met Davy Jones . . .
or . . .
Howard: No . . .
Mark: . . .
or Bobby Sherman?
Howard: No, I . . .
Mark: I mean . . .
David Cassidy, he's so . . .
Howard: No . . .
Jimmy Greenspoon, and once I . . .
Mark: Three Dog Night?
Howard: Yeah . . .
Mark: Oh!
I love them!
They're my favorite band!
oh gawd . . .
oh, do you like my new car . . .?
My dad just gave it to me for graduation
Howard: Oh, yeah . . .!
It's a . . .
it's a Fillmore, isn't it?
Real futuristic, ah . . .
I dig the fins . . .
listen: do you know how to get to the, ah, Holiday Inn from here?
Mark: No, ah . . .
which one is it?
Howard: (Burp) . . .
excuse me . . .
It's . . .
it's . . .
it's the one by the airport . . .
you know . . . 'cause we gotta . . .
we gotta get up early an' . . .
fly outta here in the morning, you know?
Mark: Oh!
Oh, I didn't know that . . .
(Oh, yeah!)
Mark: Where . . .
where d'you guys play tomorrow night?
I mean . . .
I'd like to come maybe . . .
in your bus or somethin' . . .
Howard: Yeah?
(In the BUS!)
Howard: Come in the bus, huh?
Tomorrow we're in ah, let's see . . .
Tierra del Fuego
Mark: Oh . . .
You're so professional, Howie!
Howard: Oh, it's not . . .
Mark: Howie, I mean . . .
Howard: It's nothing . . .
Mark: I mean the way you're gettin' to p . . .
to play n all these exotic places, I mean . . .
Howard: Yeah
Mark: Tell me something, tell me and all my girl— TELL me . . .
do you really have a hit record . . .
on the charts now . . .
with a BULLET?
I mean that's really important to me . . .
Howard: Listen, honey . . .
would I lie to you just to . . .
get in your pants?
Mark: He-Hey!
Listen!
Jim: Hey, hey . . .
Mark: Hey, listen to me . . .
tell him: WE ARE NOT GROUPIES!
Howard: No, I never . . .
I never said that. . .
Mark: We're not groupies!
You better understand . . .
I told Robert Plant it, I told Elton John, I told all those big guys . . .
Howard: Robert PLANET?!
Mark: We are not groupies!
Howard: No, I never . . .
Mark: Roger Daltrey never laid a hand on me!
Howard: No, I never . . .
I . . .
it's obvious to see why . . .
Listen, I've never . . .
Mark: And my . . .
Jim: Howard . . .
Mark: Tell him!
Tell him right now!
Jim: We only like musicians for f-friends, you know?
FZ: Real straight arrow, Howie
Mark: Really . . .
just for friends, Howie . . .
Jim: But we still like you
FZ: Yeah, we wouldn't mind coming in your bus, though
Jim: I mean, we still want to hear your record . . .
Howard: Listen you chicks, now didn't . . .
didn't you just say that you got off bein' juked with a BABY OCTOPUS . . .
and spewed upon with creamed corn . . .
an' that your harelipped dyke-o bass-playing girlfriend on the backseat had to have it with a Yoo-hoo bottle or she went apeshit . . .?!
Mark: Oh . . .
Howard: What's the deal, baby?
Mark: Howie!
Howard: Come on . . .
Mark: Howie, listen to me, all that's true . . .
Howard: Come across, like . . .
you know?
Mark: I swear, all that's true, and sometimes I even dig it with a Dr.
Brown's Cream Soda . . .
or a Cel-Ray!
But . . .
we are not groupies!
No matter what you think . . .
Howard: No, I never . . .
Mark: We are not groupies . . .
Howard: You see, there seems to be some kind of a communications problem, honey, because I . . .
I'm a lonely guy from outta town, you know, an' . . .
an' I want some ACTION . . .
what . . .
what I'm talkin' about is, I wanna . . .
a-a steaming, succulent, ever-widening, gooey, drippy, runny kind of a hole with a . . .
with . . .
how shall I put this . . .?
What say we hop in the trunk of your Gremlin AN' GET OUR ROCKS OFF?
Mark: Hey!
Hey-hey-hey-heyyyy . . .
Jesus!
FZ: Very agile, Howie, very agile!
Mark: I'm in this band, man . . .
I am in this band no matter what we do up here . . .
you know . . .
Now listen, it just so happens . . .
Howard: Yeah . . .
Mark: Tonight me and my girlfriends, I mean, we've all come here for one thing tonight . . .
Howard: Yeah?
Mark: Looking for a guy . . .
And we're looking for a guy from a group . . .
Howard: Wow!
Mark: BUT HE'S GOTTA HAVE A DICK!
Howard: NO!
Mark: AND HE'
S GOTTA HAVE A DICK THAT'S A MONSTER!!
Howard: WAAAAAAAAH . . .!
That's me!!
That's me!
Oh . . .
Oh, you voluptuous Manhattan Island clit . . .
FZ: I swear he was a Manhattan Island . . .
Howard: Take me, I'm yours, you hole . . .
fulfil my . . .
wildest dreams!
Mark: Ooooh!
Anything for you, my most seductive, seclusive . . .
pop star of a man . . .
Howard: Yeah?
Mark: Picture this if you can
Howard: Oh . . .
Mark: Bead jobs!
Howard: Oh!
Mark: Knotted nylons!
Howard: Oh!
Mark: Bamboo canes!
Howard: Oh!
Mark: Three unreleased recordings of Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young fighting in the dressing-room of the Fillmore East!
Howard: Oh!
Mark: One enchilada wrapped with pickle sauce shoved up and down in between a donkey's legs until he can't stand it no more . . .!
All this and more, Howie, including: an electric coolde pony harness, with fuel injection . . .
fuel injection . . .
fuel injection . . .
Howard: Oh . . .
my God, I . . .
I . . .
I can't stand it!
I mean . . .
I mean, do you understand the implications of what I'm saying?
I . . .
I CAN'T STAND IT!
x5 . . .
FEET ON FIRE . . .
I'
M GOING HOME!
I GOTTA SEE MY BABY!
I GONNA . . .
SO HOT!
I CAN'T STAND IT! x9
OH!
OH NO!
OH . . .
GOD . . .!
I can't stand it!
Oh . . .
I really can't stand it . . .
please . . .
give it to me . . .
give it to me right here in the trunk of your Gremlin . . .
give me . . .
GIVE ME THE ENCHILADA WITH THE PICKLE SAUCE SHOVED UP AND DOWN THE DONKEY'S ASS UNTIL HE CAN'T COME ANYMORE!
Mark: Hey-hey!
Not until you sing me your big hit record!
And I wanna hear the big hit record, and I wanna hear it now, an' I wanna hear the big hit record now with a bullet!
With a bullet!
Howard: The bullet?
Mark: The BULLET!
The BULLET!
It's the part that gets me the hottest . . .
now sing me that record, and I wanna hear it right now or you ain't driving nowhere tonight, buddy . . .
Howard: Well . . .
I know when I'm licked . . .
all over . . .
Okay, baby: BEND OVER AND SPREAD '
EM!
Here comes my . . .
BULLET!!
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With-a-bullet definition:
(of a hit record) That has entered the charts in a high position, or has climbed rapidly in the charts, or is thought to have the potential for further rapid advancement.

[includes a quote from Daddy, Daddy, Daddy which includes a quote from Tell Me You Love Me]
And if his dick is a monster
If his dick is a monster
If his dick is a monster
They will give him their hearts
[Howard:]
Hold it! Please hold it!
My God, Madge... you voluptuous New York City slit...
Why didn't you tell me before?
It was so hard to tell with your little blousey pull-on , but...
Now that I see you... I would have helped...
I didn't know you were so obviously... PREGNANT...
I've got the thing you need
I am endowed beyond your wildest
Clearasil-spattered fantasies
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah...
Girls from all over the world
Flock to write my name on the toilet walls
Of the Whisky A-Go-Go
For I am Bwana Dik
I am Bwana Dik
Me Bwana Dik
Yo! Me Bwana Dik
Say!
My dick is a monster
Give me your heart
[Chorus:]
Bwana Dik is a legend
Enormous thou art
[Howard:]
My dick is a Harley
You kick it to start
[Chorus:]
Bwana Dik speaks
The heavens will part
[Howard:]
My dick is a dagger
I'll force it to fit
My dick is a reamer, baby
To scream up your slit
[Chorus:]
Steam it!
Ream it!
Cream it!

[includes a quote from Also sprach Zarathustra (Strauss)]
Mud Shark
Mud Shark
You can hear the steam, baby
You can hear the screamin' steam right now
As the reamer steams up the lake
Reenie weenie up to the snake
Acetylene Nirvana
Hemorrhoids
Talkin' 'bout your hemorrhoids baby
Acetylene Nirvana
Hemorrhoids
Talkin' 'bout your hemorrhoids baby
Steam roller
(Talkin' 'bout your hemorrhoids baby)
Steam roller
Steam roller
(I'm talkin' 'bout your hemorrhoids baby)
Steam roller
Not now girl
Acetylene Nirvana
Hemorrhoids
Talkin' 'bout your hemorrhoids baby
Acetylene Nirvana
Hemorrhoids
Talkin' 'bout your hemorrhoids baby
I need somebody to...
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Help me
Hear the steam
See the steam
Hear the steam
Hear the screaming hot black steaming
Iridescent naugahyde python's gleaming
Steam roller

Lyrics
Frank Zappa (guitar, dialog)
Mark Volman (lead vocals, dialog)
Howard Kaylan (lead vocals, dialog)
Ian Underwood (woodwinds, keyboards, vocals)
Aynsley Dunbar (drums)
Jim Pons (bass, vocals, dialog)
Bob Harris (keyboards, vocals)
Don Preston (mini-moog)
What's a girl like you
Doin' in a place like this?
I left my place after midnight
And I came to this hall
Me and my girlfriend, wecame here
Lookin' to ball
You came to the right place
This is it
This is the swingin-est place
In New York City
NO SHIT!
How true it is
Me and my girlfriend, we come here
Every night looking for that
Hot romance we need
We like to get it on --
Do you like to get it on, too?
Well now, what did you have in mind?
Okay: well I get off bein' juked
With a baby octopus
An spewed upon with cream corn! AAH... UNH!
An' my girlfriend, she digs it
With a hot YOOHOO bottle
While somebody's screamin':
CORKS 'N' SAFETIES
PIGS 'N' DONKEYS
ALICE COOPER'S GONNA ... AAAAAAH!
Well, it gets me so hot
I could scream
(Chorus line) ALICE COOPER, ALICE COOPER! YAAAAH!
ALICE COOPER, ALICE COOPER! YAAAAH!
You two chicks sound real far aout and groovy
Ever been to a Holiday Inn?
Mna-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaa...
Magic Fingers in the Bed (Picture it!)
Wall-mounted TV screen:
Coffee-Wost plugged into the bathroom wall
Formica's really keen!
What kind of girl do you think we are?
What kind of girl do you think we are?
Don't call us groupies
That is going too far
We wouldn't ball you
Just because you're a star
These girls wouldn't let just anybody
Spew on their vital parts
They want a guy from a group with a
Big hit single in the charts
Funny you should mention it:
Our new single just made the charts this week
With a bullet! With a bullet!
Lust let me put a little more
Rancid Budweiser on my beard right now, Baby
And you can show me how a young girl such as you
Might be thrilled and overwhelmed by me...
What hotel did you say you are staying at?
Wanna split right away?
Not so fast, you silly boy... there's one thing I gotta say:
We want aguy from a group who's got a thing in the charts
We want aguy from a group who's got a thing in the charts
We want aguy from a group who's got a thing in the charts
We want aguy from a group who's got a thing in the charts
And if his dick is a monster
If his dick is a monster
If his dick is a monster
We will give him our hearts...
Hold it! Please hold it!
My God, Madge... you voluptuous New York City slit...
Why did'nt you tell me before?
It was so hard to tell with your little blousey-poo on,
But.. now that I see you... I would have helped...
I didn't know you were so obviously.. PREGNANT...