Man With The Woman Head - Frank Zappa, Captain Beefheart, The Mothers

Are you with me on this, people?

The man with the woman head

Polynesian wallpaper made the face stand out

A mixture of Oriental and early vaudeville jazz poofter

Forming a hard, beetle-like, triangular chin much like a praying mantis

Smoky razor-cut, low on the ear neck profile

The face the color of a nicotine-stained hand

Dark circles collected under the wrinkled, folded eyes

Map-like from too much turquoise eyepaint

He showed his old tongue through ill-fitting wooden teeth

Stained from too much opium, chipped from the years

The feet, brown wrinkles above straw loafers

A piece of coconut in a pink seashell caught the tongue and knotted into thin

white strings

Charcoal grey Eisenhower jacket zipped into a loaded green ascot

A coil of ashes collected on the white-on-yellow daks

Four slender bones with rings and nails endured the weight of a hard fast black

rubber cigarette holder

I could just make out Ace as he carried the tray and mouthed

«You cheap son of a bitch» as a straw fell out of a Coke, cartwheeled into the

gutter

So this was a drive-in restaurant in Hollywood

So this was a drive-in restaurant in Hollywood

So this was a drive-in restaurant in Hollywood