Baby Snakes es un álbum de Frank Zappa, publicado en 1983 por Barking Pumpkin Records. El disco incluye 8 canciones, entre ellas «Intro Rap», «Baby Snakes», «Titties and Beer» y «Black Page, No. 2».
Sobre el álbum
"Baby Snakes" es principalmente la banda sonora de la película de conciertos homónima de Frank Zappa, y su presencia en la discografía de Frank Zappa es un testimonio de su visión multimedia. El álbum captura la energía de la misma banda de Halloween de 1977 que aparece en "Zappa in New York", pero con un enfoque más íntimo y centrado en el rock, el humor y la animación con plastilina que caracterizaba al film.
El disco combina actuaciones en directo con diálogos y fragmentos de la película, creando una experiencia que va más allá de un simple álbum de concierto. El repertorio incluye versiones enérgicas de temas como "Punky's Whips" (una canción controvertida sobre el batería Terry Bozzio) y "Titties & Beer".
El álbum es un escaparate para el increíble talento de los músicos involucrados. La interacción entre Zappa y el percusionista Ed Mann es destacable, así como el trabajo del ya mencionado Bozzio. La música es increíblemente compleja, pero la banda la interpreta con una mezcla de precisión y diversión contagiosa.
"Baby Snakes" es una obra divertida y llena de energía que funciona mejor si se conoce la película. Es un documento que muestra a Frank Zappa en su faceta de showman y director de cine, ofreciendo un vistazo a su particular universo donde la alta cultura y el humor más absurdo conviven en perfecta armonía.
Listado de Canciones
- Intro Rap0:37
- Baby Snakes1:45
Letra
Baby Snakes Late at night is when they come out Baby Snakes Sure you know what I'm talkin' about Pink 'n' wet They make the best kinda pet Baby Baby Snakes Looked around An' there's a couple right near me Baby Snakes Maybe I think they can probably hear me Pink 'n' wet I'll take all I can get Baby Baby Sna-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-kes, Yeah They live in a ho-ho-hole (Tiny hole) That is usually empty (usually empty, tiny too) They live by a code (Dit dit dit dit) That is usually SMPTE Which stands for Society of Motion Picture & Television Engineers Maybe I think That is what keeps them in sync They're wet 'n' they're pink I think I'll give 'em a, give 'em a, Give 'em a drink Baby Sna-a-a-a-a-akesss - Titties and Beer6:13
- Black Page, No. 22:50
- Jones Crusher2:53
Letra
My baby's got Jones crushin' love Jones crushin' love Jones crushin' love Well my baby's got Jones crushin' love Jones crushin' love Jones crushin' love She don't merely fit like a glove That little girl's got the jones That little girl's got the jones That little girl's got the jones She's tryin' to Grind up my jones Grind up my jones Grind up my jones Well, she's tryin' to Grind up my jones Grind up my jones Grind up my jones She don't never wanna leave it alone She can push; she can shove Till it's just a nub She can push; she can shove Till it's just a nub Just a nub Just a nub Here she comes With her red dress on Steam shoots out >From the sprinklers on the lawn The eyes be rollin' On the concrete fawn The wind can't blow 'Cause the sky is gone The wind can't blow 'Cause the sky is gone The wind can't blow 'Cause the sky is gone Jones crusher, jones crusher Deadly jaws, better get the gauze She's a jones crusher, jones crusher Deadly jaws, better get the gauze (etc. ad lib) - Disco Boy3:51
Letra
Disco boy! Run to toilet and comb your hair. Disco boy! Pucker your lip, and check your shoulders, 'cause some dandruff might be hiding there. Disco boy, your the disco king, aw the disco thing made you think someday that you just might go somewhere. Disco girl, you're outa sight, you need a disco boy, to treat you right. He'll do a little dance, take you home tonight. Leave his hair alone, but you can kiss his comb. Disco boy! Run to toilet and comb your hair. Disco boy! Shake it more than three times and you're playing with it while you're standing there. Disco boy, do the bump every night, 'til the disco girl who's really right, gonna fall for your line, and feed you a box full of chicken delight. Disco chit-chat so demure, pump that booty all across the floor. A disco drink, a disco wink, you never go duty that's what you think. You never go duty that's what you think. You never go duty that's what you think. Duty. Go duty! Duty. Go duty! Duty. You never go duty. Duty. You never go duty. Duty. You never go duty. Duty. You never go duty. You never duty. Go duty. Duty. You never duty. Disco boy! You got one more chance, to comb your hair again. Disco boy! They're closing the bar, and she's leaving with your friend. Disco boy, that's the way it goes, so wipe your nose, and try it again, to get a little lay tomorrow. Disco boy, no one understands, but thank the lord that you still got hands, to help you do that jerkin' that'll blot out your disco sorrow. It's disco love tonight. Make sure you look alright. It's disco love tonight. Make sure you look alright. - Dinah-Moe Humm6:37
- Punky's Whips11:29