GRGR(5->6) Breath Mint Or Candy Mint?

[Eric Clapton]

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Well...hey...it's two, two, two books in one...it's a book about the
holocaust/WWII/Rocketry...it's a book about anal-sex...Gravity's
Rainbow: The Eruption of Archetypal Sodomy In The Collective
Consciousness Of Early 20th Century Europe...Dana was close with the
menstruation thing, but no cigar...even the Lot in Lot 49 is a reference
to Sodomy and many people indeed cry the first few times...and of course
while 69 is a well-known
symbol of mutual oral eroticism...49 is the same for the anal...I'll
flesh out all of this in more detail in my upcoming article in Pynchon
Notes, but until then here's two, two, two tunes which address our dual
theme from distinct vantage points. Take us into the weekend Frank and
Don. Follow the bouncing rosebud:

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Dachau Blues by Capt. Beefheart

Dachau blues those poor Jews
Dachau blues those poor Jews
Dachau blues, Dachau blues those poor Jews
Still cryin' 'bout the burnin' back in World War Two's
One mad man six million lose
Down in Dachau blues, down in Dachau blues
The world can't forget that misery
'n the young ones now beggin' the old ones please
t' stop bein' madmen
'fore they have t' tell their children
'bout the burnin's back in World War Three's
War One was balls 'n powder 'n blood 'n snow
War Two rained death 'n showers 'n skeletons
Dancin' 'n screamin' 'n dyin' in the ovens
Cough 'n smoke 'n dyin' by the dozens
Down in Dachau blues
Down in Dachau blues
Sweet little children with doves on their shoulders
Their eyes rolled back in ecstasy cryin'
Please old man stop this misery
They're countin' out the devil
With two fingers on their hands
Beggin' the Lord don't let the third one land
On World War Three
On World War Three 
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BROKEN HEARTS ARE FOR ASSHOLES by F. Zappa 

Hey, now, hey! 
Hey! Do you know what you are? 
You're an asshole! ASSHOLE! 

Some of you might not agree 
'Cause you probably likes a lot of misery 
But think a while and you will see... 
Broken hearts are for assholes 
Broken hearts are for assholes 
Are you an asshole? 
Broken hearts are for assholes 
Are you an asshole too? 
Whatcha gonna do, 'cause you're an asshole... 

No no no, yeah yeah yeah 
I said 
You 
Are 
An asshole! 

Maybe you think you're a lonely guy 
Maybe you think you're too tough to cry 
So you went to The Grape, 
Just to give it a try 

And Dagmar 
Without a doubt, the ugliest sonofabitch I ever seen in my life 
Was his name... 
One Two Three Four! 
The whiskers sticking out from underneath of his 
Pancake make-up 
And yet he was a beautiful lady 
Nearly drove you insane 
Let's talk about Leather: LEATHERRRRRR 
And so you kissed a little sailor 
Tex Abel, starring in the latest Shepperton Production: 
Who had just blew in from Spain 
"Sir Richard Pump-A-Loaf" 
You sniffed the reeking buns of Angel 
The tale of a demented bread-boffer 
And acted like it was cocaine 
Cucumber pud annexed to a fine whole-wheat loaf 
You were dazzled by the exciting new costume of Ko-Ko 
Then on Tuesday night, Ceasar's back in town 
In a way you can't explain 
Facing off in a no-holds-barred tag team grudge match with Kona... 
And so you worked the wall with Michael 
Three-hundred-seventy-nine pounds of Samoan dynamite 
Which gave your back an awful strain 
Volcanic Hell 
But you came back on Sunday for the gong shows 
Next Thursday, teen town's finest 
But you forgot what I was sayin' 
'Cause you're an asshole, 
You're an asshole 
That's right 
You're an asshole, you're an asshole 
Yes, yes 
You're an asshole, you're an asshole 
That's right 
You're an asshole, you're an asshole 

Well, now you been to The Grape 'n you been to The Chest 
'N now I think you know what you are: you're an asshole 

You say you can't live with what you been through 
Well, ladies you can be an asshole too 
You might pretend you ain't got one on the bottom of you 
But don't fool yerself girl 
It's lookin' at you 
Don't fool yerself girl 
It's winkin' at you 
Don't fool yerself girl 
It's blinkin' at you 
That's why I say 
I'm gonna ram it, ram it, ram it 
Ram it up yer poop chute 
Corn hole 
Ram it, ram it, ram it 
Ram it up yer poop chute 
Fist fuck 
Ram it, ram it, ram it 
Ram it up yer poop chute 
Wrist-watch: Crisco 
Ram it, ram it, ram it 
Ram it up yer poop chute 
Pud! 
Don't fool yerself, girl, 
It's goin' right up yer poop chute 
Don't fool yerself, girl, 
It's goin' right up yer poop chute 
Don't fool yerself, girl, 
It's goin' right up yer 
Poop chute 
Ay ay ay ay 
Don't fool yerself, girl, 
It's goin' right up yer 
Poop chute 
Ay ay ay ay 
Don't fool yerself, girl, 
It's goin' right up yer 
Pooooop chute 
Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay 
Don't fool yerself, girl, 
It's goin' right up yer... 
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