Flies All Green and Buzzin'
The Haunting Lyrics of Frank Zappa's "The Torture Never Stops"
Original Version
In his dungeon of despair, flies buzz in a sickly green, Prisoners grumble, their clothes soiled and hair matted, a scene. A tiny glimmer from a window's hole, the only touch of light, A glimpse of the outside world, where life still takes its flight.
The torture knows no end, a constant, relentless plight, In the dungeon's depths, where darkness consumes their sight. The air hangs heavy, thick with stench, a suffocating shroud, As the prisoners endure a fate that's forever vowed.
Zappa in New York Lyrics
Flies all green and buzzin' in this dungeon of despair, Prisoners grumblin', piss their clothes, scratch their matted hair. A tiny light from a window hole, it's all they ever see, To remind them of the outside world, and its normalcy.
In the room where the giant fire puffer works, the stench is overwhelming, The stones choke and gasp, as if they too were slowly dying.
Song Analysis
"The Torture Never Stops" is a haunting and disturbing ballad by Frank Zappa, that tackles the horrors of imprisonment and the psychological toll it takes on its victims. Through vivid and grotesque imagery, Zappa paints a picture of a totalitarian regime, where the downtrodden are subjected to unimaginable suffering and despair.
The song serves as a poignant reminder of the importance of freedom and human rights, and it highlights the devastating consequences when these are stripped away. Zappa's unique and experimental style adds to the unnerving atmosphere of the song, creating a truly immersive and unforgettable listening experience.
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