ΜΟΥΣΙΚΕΣ ΤΟΥ ΚΟΣΜΟΥ / ΦΡΑΝΚ ΖΑΠΑ KAI ΝΤΙΠ ΠΕΡΠΛ

4 Δεκεμβρίου 1993

Πεθαίνει από καρκίνο του παγκρέατος ο Φρανκ Ζάπα, συνθέτης της ροκ
και της μεταμοντέρνας κλασικής , σπουδαίος ηλεκτρικός κιθαρίστας
και παραγωγός ταινιών, ένας από τους φαντικότερους υπερασπιστές
των προσωπικών ελευθεριών.

Frank Zappa - I Come From Nowhere

I come from nowhere
And you should go there
Just try it for a while
The people from nowhere
Always smile

Their eyes are all frozen over
The sides of their faces pooch out at the corners
Because that's what happens when their mouths turn up
On both sides
Which is why we can tell they're smiling

They never frown
They never let their eyebrows turn down
They like going around with their teeth showing
All the time
They are from nowhere
Your teeth are showing
So maybe you been there

You could have the disease of nowhere people
Where the air gets stuck all over their gums
When their nowhere lips roll back
For real excitement
They stand still
They shut up
Then they don't do nothing
Out there in nowhere...
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Το 1971 ο Φρανκ Ζάπα κάνει περιοδεία στη Δυτική Ευρώπη.
Στη συναυλία που δίνει στο χώρο του καζίνου του Μοντρέ,
ένας ενθουσιώδης οπαδός εκτοξεύει ένα πυροτέχνημα,
από το οποίο θα πάρει φωτιά το καζίνο.
Το γεγονός αυτό θα γίνει πηγή έμπνευσης για το
συγκρότημα Deep Purple, που θα βγάλει τη μεγάλη του
επιτυχία με τον τίτλο "Smoke On The Water"

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Deep Purple - Smoke On The Water (Live, 1973)

We all came out to montreux
On the lake geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile
We didnt have much time
Frank zappa and the mothers
Were at the best place around
But some stupid with a flare gun
Burned the place to the ground
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

They burned down the gambling house
It died with an awful sound
Funky claude was running in and out
Pulling kids out the ground
When it all was over
We had to find another place
But swiss time was running out
It seemed that we would lose the race
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

We ended up at the grand hotel
It was empty cold and bare
But with the rolling truck stones thing just outside
Making our music there
With a few red lights and a few old beds
We make a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this
I know well never forget
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky