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Monday, January 20, 2025

FLOPPY BOOT STOMP - Captain Beefheart and The Magic Band

 You know who this is for . . . Silent Way, Brother Jobe, draftervoi, XRay and all followers anon or otherwise . . . have I forgotten anyone? [ It’s just that I had some difficulty lately accessing the site(s) and think it was a google trap! - it kept added a tag on the end of a search or address and making it so it wouldn’t open on Safari so I had to use a VPN, nothing gonna stop ME! so this is just to mark normal service being resumed . . . .go there . . . . . . . or be square!

FLOPPY BOOT STOMP


The floppy boot stomped down into the ground

The farmer screamed ‘n blew the sky off the mountains

Eye sockets looked down on the chestbone meadows

‘n the sun dropped down, ‘n the moon ran off,

His heels ‘n elbows pale as chalk

‘n all the comets collided ‘n blew t’ dust

For fear they’d be seen.

‘n the sky turned white in the middle of the night

‘n the sky turned white in the middle of the night

‘n the big floppy boot stomped down into the ground

‘n the red violin took the bow

for to do the hoodoo hoe-down

‘n the red violin took the bow

for to do the hoodoo hoe-down

The farmer jumped in ah circle ‘n flung his chalk right down

Do-si-do the devil sho’ showed ‘n he broke of his horns

‘n fiddled him down the road

through the fork

‘n the farmer’s floppy boot stomped down

Red tail squirmin’ and the hot leg kicked

‘n the fire leaped ‘n licked

And when the boot came up, the fire went out

And hell was just an ice cube melting off on the ground.

And the bow caught down for to do the hoodoo hoedown

And the bow caught down for to do the hoodoo, the devil hoedown

To the fork, huddlin’ in a hollow, standin’ at the crossroads

Was that bunged-up bandaged broken bum that fell in the wrong circle

He had a sore red tail – once went red, now was pale

Fe Fi Fo Fum he was summoned up from Hell

Booted down a spell

By a square-dancin’ farmer

By a square-dancin’ farmer, well

That old bum was sticking out his thumb

When the farmer drew up, said

“Listen son”, and the horse compared his hooves

“If you fall into my circle again I’ll tan your red hide

And dance you on your tail, and pitch you from now to now

Pitch you from now to now.”

And the hotlick kicked, and the fire leaped an’ licked

And the hotlick kicked and the fire just leaped an’ licked

And the hotlick kickin’ an’ the fire jus’ leapin’ an’ lickin’

And the fire leaped and licked.

Floppy Boot Stomped Down Into the Ground

Floppy Boot Stomped Down into the Ground

Floppy Boot Stomped Down into the Ground

Floppy Boot Stomped Down Into the Ground 

- - Don Van Vliet 

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