The sun wakes me on devil's morning
His arms stretched over the town to make a red sky
Month of juliet and you are gorgeous, the dust you ingest you die
Broke my link my ideal now their eyes
Like their lies move on quick like a suicide
Summer prays that she could be rain
As the car crash left you for the blame
And nightfall brought your daemons and evil arkaide
She is the famine, I'm California
He is dakota, I'm California
There can't be lying in California
Left like the west, I am California
The sunset was the devil's warning
His siren was louder than love
and it sounds so pretty relieved that you fell
Like the leaves of a cherry tree
Something born in my brain bleeding silver
and rain lives a will that can't ever change
And nightfall was a shock so you closed your eyes,
a fever breaks out through the line
And I'm gone 'cause I felt the curse of the sun
You left your sweetheart in California...
He is beautiful and a whore and he'll die with you on the floor
Sounds like sugar into your ear and his spiderweb caught your tear
I noticed he's writing his name in your hand
What was your Chrisitan name CaliforniaFrank Zappa (guitar, vocals)
Ian Underwood (alto saxophone, piano)
Bunk Gardner (tenor saxophone, clarinet)
Motorhead Sherwood (baritone saxophone, tambourine)
Roy Estrada (bass, vocals)
Don Preston (electric piano)
Arthur Tripp (drums, percussion)
Jimmy Carl Black (drums)
Members of The BBC Symphony Orchestra
(Were The Mothers of Invention Ahead of their time? at least in the case of AGENCY MAN (written in 1967), about Ronald Reagan running for president. (Since Bill Casey was Reagan campaign manager, and later became head of the CIA, the idea of a political sales pitch emanating from an agency man takes on a whole new dimension).
Sell us a president, agency man
Smiling Big Brother stern father perhaps
Sell us a president, agency man
(A gay?) smiling up we know never craps
Let's try California,
Pay us first before we do it
We get a smilin nazi
March him right on through
Wham a baby
Kiss a baby
Ladies in for tea
And here's a bunch of speeches
Well toss 'em in for free
Sell us a president, agency man
Smiling Big Brother stern father perhaps
Sell us a president, agency man
(A gay?) smiling up we know never craps
We'll sell him in the movies
On the tube throughout the year
We'll sell him by the bucket
To the Okies drinking beer
We'll teach him how to walk and talk
We'll putty up his chin
We'll print his picture everywhere
Of course the shmuck will win
From the heart of Death Valley
To the ruling of our land
A simple trick you simple pig
It's just the way we planned