Frank Zappa


dave arc-i

flies all green and buzzing,
in his dungeon of despair,
prisoners grumble and piss their clothes,
and scratch their matted hair,
and a tiny light from a window hole,
a 100 yards away,
is all all they ever get to know about the regular life in the day,
and it stinks so bad the stones been choking,
and weeping greenish drops,
and in the room where the giant fire puffer works,
the torture nevers stops.

overnight sensation next


Psilocybo said:
He is indeed, but retired. I think he mainly writes poetry and paints these days.


i got a magic band compilation for xmas, still prefer zappa