A Token Of My Extreme Lyrics - Joe's Garage Acts I, Ii & Iii - 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 

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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 

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? 

Photos 

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 

Heh? 

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 

'N' 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 been 

Mod-O-fied, 

It's an illusion, 

an you're in between 

Don't you be 

Tarot-fied, 

It's just a lot of nothin', 

So what can it mean? 

If you been 

Mod-O-fied, 

It's an illusion, 

an yer in between 

Don't you be 

Tarot-fied, 

It's just a lot of nothin', 

So what can it mean? 

If you been 

Mod-O-fied, 

It's an illusion, 

an yer in between... 

JOE leaves the First Church of Appliantology and sets out to try L. RON's expensive advice 

This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER... Joe has just learned to speak 

German Now, get this, heres 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...