Whilst I have never been a huge fan of Frank Zappa, there is one of his tracks that I love the best. There is a story behind how I fell across it so I do hope you are sitting comfortably, (yes I know I do go on at times). Anyway the pub where i drink is called the Port o Leith, and there is a guy who I met there called Wee Stevie on account of him being about four foot fuck all, anyway Stevie had this cracking flat and a record collection you would die for, at the weekends the whole of the pub used to end up at his flat getting wasted, it was him who used to play this for me. What made me laugh the most is that in the lyrics of the songs it mentions a sinister midget with a bucket and a mop (all that was missing from Stevie was the bucket and the mop)and that will always remind me of Stevie as he was never a fan of daylight and you only used to see him when it was dark.
anyway here is the best track by Zappa ever in my opinion, i just love it death
The Torture Never Stops by Frank Zappa
Frank Zappa - The Torture Never Stops Lyrics
Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes and scratch their
matted hair
A tiny light from a window hole a hundred yards away
Is all they ever get to know about the regular life in the
day;
An' it stinks so bad the stones been chokin'
'N weepin' greenish drops
In the room where the giant fire puffer works
'N the torture never stops
The torture never stops
Slime 'n rot, rats 'n snot 'n vomit on the floor
Fifty ugly soldiers, man, holdin' spears by the iron door
Knives 'n spikes 'n guns 'n the likes of every tool of pain
An' a sinister midget with a bucket an' a mop where the blood
goes down the drain;
An' it stinks so bad the stones been chokin'
'N weepin' greenish drops
In the room where the giant fire puffer works
'N the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops.
Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
An evil prince eats a steamin' pig in a chamber right near
there
He eats the snouts 'n the trotters first
The loin's 'n the groin's is soon dispersed
His carvin' style is well rehearsed
He stands and shouts
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
All men be cursed
And disagree, well no-one durst
He's the best of course of all the worst
Some wrong been done, he done it first
(Well, well) An' he stinks so bad, his bones been chokin'
(Yeah) 'N weepin' greenish drops,
(Well) In the night of the iron sausage,
(Well) Where the torture never stops
The torture never stops
The torture
The torture
The torture never stops.
Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair
Who are all those people that he's locked away up there
Are they crazy?,
Are they sainted?
Are they zeros someone painted?,
It has never been explained since at first it was created
But a dungeon like a sin
Requires naught but lockin' in
Of everything that's ever been
Look at hers
Look at him
That's what's the deal we're dealing in
That's what's the deal we're dealing in
That's what's the deal we're dealing in
That's what's the deal we're dealing in
