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          • December 17, 2010 8:30 pm
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            Floppy Boot Stomp - Captain Beefheart

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            O Captain, my mutha fucking Cap’n
             You hollered and sunk the ship
             we lived slo-motion medicine drip
            while you questioned everything

            you sassy bright bitch
            you - who knew the noise
            and where at home in the chaos
            a box a rabid synchronicity

            blinking

            slunk rim shot drunk
            across the dessert
            line trace funk
            abandoned radio towers
            howl
            Gawd dammit Captain
            this sad savage shack will miss ya
            cuz we loved ya big dummy
            and we’ll miss your joyful noise
            and colors

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