Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Rewards Of A Career In Music, artist - Frank Zappa. Album song Road Tapes, Venue #1, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 26.05.2016
Record label: Zappa Family Trust
Song language: English
The Rewards Of A Career In Music |
Bunk: |
I’d like to tell you about the first time I went down to take some piano |
lessons from the lady on the corner—her name was Elmira Snodgrass. |
That was really her name |
I was seven years old and my mother took me down, introduced me. |
She got her little book of stars out, you know, you get a BLUE STAR if you |
play your lesson with no mistakes. |
And she— Oh, she was really into it |
So the first week I went down there, uh, it really didn’t mean so much to me |
but I thought her name was so funny that I had to keep commenting on it |
And uh, she said uh, «Johnny, you’re gonna have to straighten up a little there |
if we’re gonna get along.» |
So uh, I think I got a Red Elephant that week. |
I didn’t do too well |
So uh, I straightened up next week and uh—I forget what the tune was, |
but I tore it up. |
No mistakes at all. |
But uh, my posture was very poor. |
I had very poor posture so, uh, that week I got uh—I think it was a Blue Horse. |
And uh, she said I was doing much better |
Nice! |
So by the time the third week—I had started to practice by then, |
I was getting serious and I. . |
Roy: |
Buns |
Bunk: |
I went back for my lesson and she said, uh, «I hope you get a Blue Star this |
weekend, Johnny.» |
So I played my lesson and uh, I got my Blue Star and uh, |
she said, «You'll have to do better than that when .» |
Roy: |
I always wondered what made you sleepy. |
I thought it was buns. |
I don’t know. |
Hamburgers, cheese. |
Buns. |
I think it’s probably the buns. |
I thought it was the |
cheese at one time, I don’t know. |
Weasely cheese. |
Could have been the pickles |
or something—buns. |
It had to be the buns |
Bunk: |
She said, «.» |
So I started bringing in four books |
Motorhead: |
So I said |
Roy: |
Buns! |
Round buns, long buns. |
I don’t know, hot dog buns, or something. |
It must have been. |
No, it had to be the buns, I guess. |
I don’t know. |
It could be the mustard. |
But then again. |
. |
Bunk: And she said, «John, I don’t think there’s any more that I can teach you. |
«So I started taking lessons from her son, whose name was Freddie Snodgrass. |
He’s a pretty good piano player, by the way. |
Motorhead: |
Roy: |
Buns! |
That’s all I can see. |
BUNS! |
BUNS! |
Bunk: |
I’d like to play jazz. |
You couldn’t get very serious. |
I told her I wanted to |
play jazz. |
So she said, «Take that jazz and stick it under a rock! |
«So I had to forget about jazz. |
So I jumped into the classics. |
My first tune |
was, uh, Beethoven’s. |
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