Selezione musicale 92 – Frank Zappa – Camarillo Brillo / Watermelon In Easter Hay

Camarillo Brillo, canzone che fa parte dell’lp Over-Nite Sensation del 1973, è forse il primo brano di Frank Zappa di cui ho ricordo. Qui lo propongo in una versione live con un Frank a torso nudo che si concede ad un bagno di folla mentre la band suona. Come spesso succedeva nella presentazione durante i concerti, l’esecuzione sfuma poi in Muffin Man. L’occasione è inoltre troppo ghiotta per non aggiungere anche una bella versione -sempre dal vivo- di Watermelon In Easter Hay tratta dall’Act III di Joe’s Garage  del 1979

She had that
Camarillo brillo
Flamin out along her head,
I mean her mendocino bean-o
By where some bugs had made it red

She ruled the toads
Of the short forest
And every newt in idaho
And every cricket who had chorused
By the bush in buffalo

She said she was
A magic mama
And she could throw a mean tarot
And carried on without a comma
That she was someone I should know

She had a snake for a pet
And an amulet
And she was breeding a dwarf
But she wasn’t done yet
She had gray-green skin
A doll with a pin
I told her she was awright
But I couldnt come in
(I couldnt come in right then…)

And so she wandered
Trough the door-way
Just like a shadow from the tomb
She said her stereo was four-way
An I’d just love it in her room

Well, I was born
To have adventure
So I just followed up the steps
Right past her fuming incense stencher
To where she hung her castanets

She stripped away
Her ranchid poncho
An laid out naked by the door
We did it till we were un-concho
An it was useless any more

She had a snake for a pet
And an amulet
And she was breeding a dwarf
But she wasn’t done yet
She had gray-green skin
A doll with a pin
I told her she was awright
But I couldnt come in
(actually, I was very busy then)

And so she wandered
Trough the door-way
Just like a shadow from the tomb
She said her stereo was four-way
An I’d just love it in her room

Well, I was born
To have adventure
So I just followed up the steps
Right past her fuming incense stencher
To where she hung her castanets

She said she was
A magic mama
And she could throw a mean tarot
And carried on without a comma
That she was someone I should know

(is that a real poncho…i mean
Is that a mexican poncho
Or is that a sears poncho?
Hmmm…no foolin …)

Frank Zappa - Camarillo Brillo

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