| Welcome to the First Church of Appliantology!
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| The White Zone is for loading and unloading only!
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| Don’t you be tarot-fied
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| It’s just a token of my extreme
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| Don’t you be tarot-fied
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| It’s just a token of my extreme
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| Don’t you never try to look behind my eyes
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| You don’t wanna know what they have seen
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| Don’t you never try to look behind my eyes
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| You don’t wanna know what they have seen
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| Some people think
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| That if they go too far
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| They’ll never get back
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| To where the rest of them are
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| I might be crazy
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| But there’s one thing I know
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| You might be surprised
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| At what you find out when ya go!
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| And thus, having rationalized his expedition to L. Ron’s modernistic office /
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| cathedral / warehouse / condominium complex, JOE seeks the answer to his
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| problem
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| Oh, oh, oh, Mystical Advisor
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| What is my problem, tell me, can you see?
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| Well, you have nothing to fear, my son!
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| You are a Latent Appliance Fetishist, it appears to me!
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| That all seems very, very strange
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| I never craved a toaster or a color T. V
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| A Latent Appliance Fetishist
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| Is a person who refuses to admit to his or herself
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| That sexual gratification can only be achieved
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| Through the use of machines!
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| Get the picture?
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| Are you telling me
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| I should come out of the closet now, Mr. Ron?
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| No, my son!
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| You must go into The Closet!
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| What?
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| And you will have
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| Eh?
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| Hey! |
| A lot of fun!
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| That’s where they all live
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| So if you want an appliance to love you
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| You’ll have to go in there and get you one
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| Well, that seems simple enough!
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| Yes, but if you want a really good one
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| You’ll have to learn a foreign language!
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| German, for instance?
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| That’s right
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| A lot of really cute ones come from over there!
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| Fifty bucks, please!
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| And a cheerful group of Appliantologists dance into the room wearing aluminum
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| foil lab smocks, lock arms in a circle around JOE, making sure he pays in full,
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| all the while singing with L. RON as he delivers his final instructions
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| If you’ve been modified
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| It’s an illusion, and you’re in between
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| Don’t you be tarot-fied
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| It’s just a lot of nothin' so what can it mean?
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| If you’ve been modified
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| It’s an illusion, and you’re in between
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| Don’t you be tarot-fied
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| It’s just a lot of nothin' so what can it mean?
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| If you’ve been modified
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| It’s an illusion, and you’re in between
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| This is the Central Scrutinizer…
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| Joe has just learned to speak German
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| Now, get this, here’s why he did it!
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| He’s gonna go to this club on the other side of town
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| It’s called The Closet…
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| And they got these Appliances in there that really go for a guy
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| Dressed up like a housewife who can speak German
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| (you know what I mean) …so Joe’s learned how to speak German
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| He goes in this place and he sees these little Kitchen Machineries
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| Dancing around with each other, and he sees this one…
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| That looks like it’s a cross between an industrial vacuum cleaner
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| And a chrome piggy bank with marital aids stuck all over its body…
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| It’s really exciting… and when he sees it, he bursts into song… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song A Token Of My Extreme , by - Frank Zappa. Song from the album Joe's Garage Acts I, II & III, in the genre Иностранный рок