And sugar and spikes and neon nights
Walks in lights, in chains coughin' smoke-whoopin' hope
Cardinal sky rush by
Falls bark in dark, all back in dark
Lies steam stale shoes move broom in pale
Moon in a dime store sale
Sugar and spikes and everything nice and everything nice and crazy
That's what little worlds are made of, lady
I'm paid up in home in my new Friday's house
There's no H on my faucet, there's no bed for my mouse
My punch and grow mind is in diamond back time
Now it's king for a day with my lady look fine
Got my peakin' up hat and my caramel mask
Tremelo car, got my speidel wrist round my honey
Goin' to see the navy-blue Vicar
Paul, Peter and missus Wray flicker

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"Sugar 'N Spikes" as written by Don Van Vliet

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    General CommentIt's about living in a big city. One day you're making hundreds of dollars (sugar), the next you're being robbed by some punks(spikes). It's about riding the big city life like a cowboy rides a bull.
    Ex Abruptoon January 19, 2008   Link
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    General CommentTtsabout: urban/cosmopolitan multiplicity, the joy therein, against the classical logic of either/or & for the postmodern logic of and/and/and/and.

    Seen thru beefheart eyes, the city becomes and sprawling collage w/ neon lights stapled to faucets glued to smoke, the city becomes a ramshackle symphony where chevy's warble tremolo spiedel's(wristwatch) & whoopin' coughs punctuate a diamondback(snake)'s time signature. In this collage, bad mixes with good, sugar mixes with spike, and one can inhale the full variety of existence.
    If Beefheart is an absurdist/surealist, because he mixes and matches disparate images & sounds, guided by his subconscious dameon, well then, so does the city, powered by its libidinal economy.

    Like an octopus, nothing escapes postcapitalist urbanity's tentacles: the moon is for sale in a dime store.
    Instead of church, vicars, peter, paul, matt, luke & john the people congregate in darkness at the cinema, where images are spliced onto images, & the flick that is playing seems to be king kong, starring "misses" fay wray (so the city is probably nyc).
    KubalahtKoalaon May 01, 2010   Link

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