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Frank (lead guitar, vocals)
beefheart (harp, vocals)
George (keyboards, vocals)
Napoleon brock (saxophone, vocals)
fowler (trombone)
Tom (bass)
Denny (slide guitar, vocals)
Terry (drums)

Sam the showing scalp flat top,
Particular about the it made.
Why, when I was to a grasshopper,
This black juice came out on a shelled chin.
And called that 'tobacco juice'.
I used to fiddle my back feet music for a black onyx.
My entire absorbed every echo..
The music was.. thud like. the was.. thud like.
I usually played such things as and thug.
Opaque melodies would bug most people.
Music from the side of the fence.
A black swan figurine lay on all color pads.
On a conglomeration table of pressed black felt.
With color shadows, and seamed(? ) knobbed knees, and what-nots.
The long rolled out into oddball odd.
Beside the black doorway,
That looked closed on the street.
Up a iron fire escape.
Rolled out a tiny wooden platform
Dark, hard, rubber wheels.
Roll, skreek! roll, skreek! roll, skreek!
Sam the showing scalp flat top,
Particular about the it made.

Sam was a case!

A hardened dark ivory held.. saleable everyday pencils.
I wish I had a 'o bongos!
Bongo fury! fury!
Oowwwww! fury!
(boogie!)
Bongo fury! fury!