Captain Beefheart and The Magic Band - Seam Crooked Sam

Captain Beefheart and The Magic Band - Seam Crooked Sam

Don Van Vliet--vocals, words and music 

John French--guitar   John Thomas--keyboard bass

The mule kicked off a new one

and the stockings ran up Seam Crooked Sam

bandana frock stuffed with smoke

and ears out flopped like bowlin’ pins

hog troughs hocked and wallered in cool mud bins

and patent leather hooves

split in twos

rooms for rent down t’ Ben’s

Friends uh danced in a frenzy

choked a juke bird with froth glass ferns

and turpentine earns her sawdust daily keep

and whiskey creeps down her nape naked front

and red leatherette

peen button set where her fanny sweat

raised her wrist-a-fan and a mouse coughed cotton

through a screen door cracked sand

rooms rent only to friends

Hat Rack Hotel

architecture tincture of red agate

pinched the southern belle

and splayed his cracked nail hand

grey fedora–snappy band

and the camel walls yelluh like damp dead chickens

beak down the hard wood floor

and the music–O the music

harp man blew his best lung white shirt

his feet worked like a monkey out the door

and Dora robbed a baby through a dark bebop

licorice lenses fogged in hot sorrow

through the floorboards at the general store

yuh foods still in the hot hand oven

apple pie cooked through a seed bruised stem eye

sticky in the window of Momma Frame Broke

rope bell dingiln'

children I won't call you once more 

 

Captain Beefheart and The Magic Band - Seam Crooked Sam

I think John (French) just posted this on his Flackennabok page