Captain Beefheart & The Magic Band - Hey Garland, I Dig Your Tweed Coat Lyrics

i think about to paint a picture about the scene, the Captain tries to discribe

a rainbow baboon ..... Imagine the scene %-))

But what's he saying?

Several white porcelain trays were rolled in by bumblebees

I played this for my son when he was 12. He became a Musician.

Thank you :)

Some great lyrics here;
"It's gotten quite cold. I've decided I can't sell you my coat"
"From here to here it ain't far enough, but from here to here it's too short!
Could only be the Captain.

Hey Garland, I dig your tweed coat. I’ll trade you a domino this
size, mothball-scented. The woman silk nude tie painting his chest. One
celluloid stay exposed through his nibbled collar. Feet speckled the
sidewalk. Faces gurgled through windows. Passing cars gum rubber
streaks. Neon plants swim like green seaweed to a deep rhythm of blues.
Red thyroid sunsets, flame in speckled chemistry. Pipes run off dark
tubes. Erase into marks that pour the dye of darkness. Crystal comes
together as silent as ink.
“I don’t think I could let it go. I got it at the religious scene”
Teeth let go, tobacco juice, an oiled balloon, brown eye in an egg
white, black tar bubbles and stripes. A straw hat squeaked on the brim
of a feather. Newsprint thumbed through nicotine fingers, a dark olive
was turned on. Its small pulp speaker burst into a scream. One large
tomato was immediately peeled skin red. It bled into a red “O” and
smacked behind accepted fangs. Quick eyebrows danced cutely above a
mole. The bridge held a large gold pair of spectacles. The front was
smooth. It slightly gathered and wrinkled at the holes. A dark wooden
moustache deposited below above Chinese red varnished lips that dented
slightly into the evening.
“It’s gotten quite cold. I’ve decided I can’t sell you my coat.”
Honking, the wind puffed into the clumps above the lattice rows. And
out looked Panatella, naked and not ashamed, without no clothes. Wiggle
Pig went snout-first into a tree. The rubber turkey was gobbled up by
the night’s dark rubber mouth. A white phosphorous raindrop dropped in
the sky. Hot silhouettes in a convertible gave this applause. And
several white porcelain trays were rolled in by bumblebees. Their wings
arranged with pictures out of the past. And the rainbow baboon gobbled
fifteen fish eyes with each spoon. Pockets was caught at window level.
Approaching the fractured glass, dripping in light, he spoke: “I’ve just
looked at myself, and from here to here it ain’t far enough, but from
here to here it’s too short.” “And circles don’t fly, they float,” Pena
exclaimed and went on to say, “Sun sure did shine this year. Who’d you
look like underneath?”

stream of consciousness stuff......great

Fabulous album.. Check the bootleg instrumental version also.

Not a bootleg if it has strangled saxophone. It is "Light Reflected Off The Oceands Of The Moon". It is on Rhino compilation "the Dust Blows Forward", all caps in right place.

That's right Baron ..

a dark olive was turned on

this is light reflected off the moon with lyrics!!! i just noticed

Sensational

this album is awesome

faces gurrgled through windows

beautifully put

so gooD

You can't beat Beefheart. x

@Zakura616 you mean the whole song

I like the part of the song where he said random things that had no connection to anything else. Epic, dude.

Did you also like the part where he said random things that connected all things to everything else. Fast n' Bulbous :)

fuckin classic

the ultimate Beefheart

I think i found my damn soul friend

he doesn't haggle like he used you too.

it's a classic.