A Token Of My Extreme - Frank Zappa

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Don’t you be tarot-fied

It’s just a token of my extreme

Don’t you be tarot-fied

It’s just a token of my extreme

Don’t you never try to look behind my eyes

You don’t wanna know what they have seen

Don’t you never try to look behind my eyes

You don’t wanna know what they have seen

Some people think

That if they go too far

They’ll never get back

To where the rest of them are

I might be crazy

But there’s one thing I know

You might be surprised

At what you find out when ya go!

And thus, having rationalized his expedition to L. Ron’s modernistic office /

cathedral / warehouse / condominium complex, JOE seeks the answer to his

problem

Oh, oh, oh, Mystical Advisor

What is my problem, tell me, can you see?

Well, you have nothing to fear, my son!

You are a Latent Appliance Fetishist, it appears to me!

That all seems very, very strange

I never craved a toaster or a color T. V

A Latent Appliance Fetishist

Is a person who refuses to admit to his or herself

That sexual gratification can only be achieved

Through the use of machines!

Get the picture?

Are you telling me

I should come out of the closet now, Mr. Ron?

No, my son!

You must go into The Closet!

What?

And you will have

Eh?

Hey!

A lot of fun!

That’s where they all live

So if you want an appliance to love you

You’ll have to go in there and get you one

Well, that seems simple enough!

Yes, but if you want a really good one

You’ll have to learn a foreign language!

German, for instance?

That’s right

A lot of really cute ones come from over there!

Fifty bucks, please!

And a cheerful group of Appliantologists dance into the room wearing aluminum

foil lab smocks, lock arms in a circle around JOE, making sure he pays in full,

all the while singing with L. RON as he delivers his final instructions

If you’ve been modified

It’s an illusion, and you’re in between

Don’t you be tarot-fied

It’s just a lot of nothin' so what can it mean?

If you’ve been modified

It’s an illusion, and you’re in between

Don’t you be tarot-fied

It’s just a lot of nothin' so what can it mean?

If you’ve been modified

It’s an illusion, and you’re in between

This is the Central Scrutinizer…

Joe has just learned to speak German

Now, get this, here’s why he did it!

He’s gonna go to this club on the other side of town

It’s called The Closet…

And they got these Appliances in there that really go for a guy

Dressed up like a housewife who can speak German

(you know what I mean) …so Joe’s learned how to speak German

He goes in this place and he sees these little Kitchen Machineries

Dancing around with each other, and he sees this one…

That looks like it’s a cross between an industrial vacuum cleaner

And a chrome piggy bank with marital aids stuck all over its body…

It’s really exciting… and when he sees it, he bursts into song…