Bellerin’ Plain – Captain Beefheart – letras

Parapliers the willow dippedRolled roots gnarled like rakersThis hollow hole don’t hold no jokers or fakersDon’t fall by no jokers or fakersPuller down to the stirrin’ hay acresParapliers pinches uh levy ‘n pulled way thru the toeFoothills, locomotives walked ‘n sugar beets rolledDown the tracksSunburn bounce soot off the black smokestacksParapliers pinched up slow down the skyBlue ‘o’ poured the engineer’s voiceWhstlin’ down low ‘n piped like clacksBy the ol’ scarecrow’n pots ‘n pans burn the fireman’s hands till theKettle leaped fire round the belly ‘o’The bayou boy bums with sunken gums’n pits his strength to the 7th sons downParapliers rumbled like uh straight iron gunLike uh red hot iron thru the egg white ‘o’Sunnyland drum, horn blowSun like uh bubble pop yellow, down she goMah cowcatcher whistled like uh steel flash screamHose sucked out for water ‘n the wheeldriverSparkled like an Indian flint’n the fireman ‘n the brakeman bent ‘n waved his long red underwear armAll aboardThe lantern flared ‘n the caboose waved uh green gone on