81 Poop Hatch – Captain Beefheart – letras

My eyes are burnt and bleeding and all that looks like a monkey on asilver bar…big poop hatch with a cotton hatch – hatch holes that thelight shows in and the light shows out…and the little red fence…and the wire and the wood…and the barbs and the berries…the tiresand the bottles and the caruponrims…and the heat swims upon itsfenders and the dust collects and the rust of autumn surrenders intogold… trumpet poop on the ground with peanuts its bell was blockingan ant’s vision…and the mice played in its air holes and valves…aladybug crawled off its mouthpiece standing out red and blacked outits wings and blew off to a flower…its hum heard just above theground…black dots were hung in what turned out to be an olive treethat originally held a tree house full of a building with one smallwindow…birds and broken glass and tiny bits of newspaper… »My sunis free from my window, » said the god the green dabbers…rice wiresmouse tins and milk muffins…cereal and stone…matches and masks andmace and clubs…and splintered shaft light intrigues a cricket on adust jeweled penlet…cobwebs collect down plaster run into a hole andfind collected glass that drinks the reflection of midday afternoonmidway between telegraph lines…a silver wing – a cloud – a rumblingof cloud…a crowd of various violins strum from next door through mywall into my ear obviously artificial…neighbors laugh throughsandwiches…Harlem babies – their stomachs explode into roars…theireyes shiny with starvation…spreckled hula dance on myphonograph…my door rattles windy…sand wears my rug shoeand taps onthe unheard finish of an hourglass I cannot hear…a typicalmusician’s nest of thoughts through dust speakers… »Why don’t you gohome? Oh Blobby, are you great, » exclaims two lips in some jumbledrock’n’roll tune and wears a spot I cannot scratch…the surface of afriend…this high bookafriend laid on me…on the couch relaxing inthe corner behind a still life pond with plenty of bugs and lily padsslurred in mud banks and boulders tin cans and raisins warped bythought…strain on the spoon like a wheat check – check Bif – cottonpopping out of his sleeve…poop hatch open – big poop ha