Sparks : A Woofer In Tweeter's Clothing (1972)


Album Cover: A Woofer In Tweeter's Clothing
In March of 2002 I found a British release of "Halfnelson" and "A Woofer In Tweeter's Clothing" combined, complete, on a single CD (ESM CD 877) at CDNow, but a few years later I can't find a trace of it anywhere on the Web. Fortunately, both were re-released individually in January 2006; they are available at Amazon: Halfnelson and A Woofer In Tweeter's Clothing. You may also find the Sparks Compilations of interest.

Girl From Germany

How I wished my folks were gracious hosts and not dismayed
But wit and wisdom take a backseat girl when you're that afraid
Oh no, bring her home and the folks look ill
My word, they can't forget, they never will

They can hear the storm troops on our lawn when I show her in
And the Führer is alive and well in our panelled den
Oh no, bring her home and the folks look ill
My word, they can't forget that war, what a war

My word, she's from Germany
Well, it's the same old country but the people have changed
My word... Germany
With its splendid castles and its fine cuisine

Well, the car I drive is parked outside, it's German-made
They resent that less than the people who are German-made
Oh no, bring her home and the folks look ill
My word, they can't forget that war, what a war, some war

My word... Germany
Well, it's the same old country but the people have changed
My word... Germany
With its splendid castles and its fine cuisine, its lovely German women and its wonderful rivers that do flow from her hills

My word, she's from Germany
Well, it's the same old country but the people have changed
My word, she's from Germany
With its splendid castles and its fine cuisine

My word, she's from Germany
Well, it's the same old country but the people have changed
My word, she's from Germany
With its splendid castles and its fine cuisine

My word, she's from Germany
Well, it's the same old country but the people have changed
My word, she's from Germany
With its splendid castles, its fine cuisine, its lovely German women and you and me!

Beaver O'Lindy

I'm one minute older and I'm doing all right
I'll gain valuable experience in front of you tonight
They say my voice is going to change

I'm one minute older, I'm doing all right
I'll gain valuable experience with you tonight
They say my voice is going to change
It cracks like Artic ice-flows then it croaks like old-folks homes

B-E-A-V-E-R O'-L-I-N-D-Y
Well, I'm the London that is dead, I'm the boy in your bed
B-E-A-V-E-R O'-L-I-N-D-Y
Well, sure you've seen me before, no doubt you'll see much more

Well, I'm the girl in your head but the boy in your bed
The trashman's valet, the words that you say
You've seen me before, you'll see me much more
Well, I'm as big as can be, as big as TV

I'm the words that you say, the words that you say
The trashman's valet and the words that you say
Well, you've seen me before, you'll see me much more
Well, I'm as big as can be, as big as TV

I'm your wallet-sized friend, your wallet-sized friend
The London that's dead, the London that's dead
Well, you've seen me before, you'll see me much more
Well, I'm as big as can be, as big as TV

B-E-A-V-E-R O'-L-I-N-D-Y
Well, I'm the girl in your head but the boy in your bed
B-E-A-V-E-R O'-L-I-N-D-Y
Well, sure you've seen me before, no doubt you'll see much more

Nothing Is Sacred

NOTHING...no nothing, IS...is, SACRED ...no sacred, ANY MORE

Adding some of this to some of that Madame Science wins again
We are now forever people, we'll outlive our will to live

Nothing is sacred any more
Nothing is sacred any more
Nothing is sacred any more

I remember when I needed you several billion years ago
If you'll hang on just a trifle more I might need you once again

Nothing is sacred any more
Nothing is sacred any more
Nothing is sacred any more

I am sure you will appreciate your new found leisure time
I am sure we will appreciate our new found leisure time

Nothing is sacred any more
Nothing is sacred any more
Nothing is sacred any more
Nothing is sacred any more

Well, if you have the money I've got time
And if you know a honey I've got time

If you have the money I've got time
And if you know a honey I've got time

Nothing is sacred any more
Nothing is sacred any more
Nothing is sacred any more...

Here Comes Bob

When I spot a driver worth a second glance
Foot to floorboard, impact soon achieved
Here comes Bob, I ain't subtle in my ways of making friends

Girl this rubbled mess was caused by my neglect
Of course I'll pay and by the way my dear
Here comes Bob
I ain't subtle in my ways of making friends

But here comes Bob
Sometimes I will stoop to hitting two-door coupes without the frills
But that is just for casual acquaintances, for stripped-down thrills
Your car girl or mine it doesn't matter doesn't matter no
But for affairs with staying power I go after limousines
It's always nice when something big is acting as your go-between
For a group encounter I'll hit busses, mobile homes or trains to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

It's hard to make acquaintances in our big town
Most eyes stare at nothing much at all
But here comes Bob
I ain't subtle in my ways of making friends, friends, acquaintances

Instant adulation comes to some at birth
Born to queens or corporate entities
But here comes Bob
Someday they'll put me away
I'll think back on active days
Most were worth the minor scars
Some were worth the damaged cars
And the judge will say to me
"Bob, You've got a bad means to a worthwhile end"

An end

Well, here comes Bob

Moon Over Kentucky

I heard somewhere that they're stamping, trampling all upon you
Your pocked face remains impassive though I know it hurts you

Moon over Kentucky
Take me with you
Full moon over Kentucky
Leave this mooring and seek some new rendezvous

Cut your ties with this possessive mother, she'll destroy you
Cut your ties and find another one who will respect you

Moon over Kentucky
Take me with you
Full moon over Kentucky
Leave this mooring and seek some new rendezvous

You've been waiting for your first encounter, what a letdown
I'm just finishing my first encounter, what a letdown

Moon over Kentucky
Take me with you
Full moon over Kentucky
Leave this mooring and seek some new rendezvous

Do Re Mi

Do, a deer, a female deer
Re, a smiling drop of sun
Mi, the name I call myself
Fa's a long long way to run
So, a needle pulling thread
La, a note to follow So
Ti's a drink I have with my bread
Which would bring us back to Do

Angus Desire

See private parts in public school
They look so odd, try something else
Unnatural acts, consent implied
No one objects to Angus Desire

No interviews please, no interviews please
Life's not so free for stockyard femme fatale
Nor is my life carefree and serene
All this comes free with Angus Desire

Summer heat ebbs, romance denied
It's back to school, that good-old college try
Why don't you stay with your own kind
Let's not admire Angus Desire

(Angus in the summer waltzing with her friends)

Underground

Why don't you please go with me underground
Down under seas, you and me underground

Once I dreamed I was on a basement tape
Took in just one take
Oh Lord, we gained our world distribution by relevant means
Jazz folk-rock fusion appealed to the teens

Why don't ya please go with me underground
Where love is free and supergroups can be found

Take the plunge now deep into the earth
Where heavy sets do lurk
Oh you and I and mystery follows close at our heels
Whispering secrets and travelling concealed
Down under cities and the roots of the trees
Oh how I love you in times such as these

We shall sail off over rainbows till we spy the lands that come together
Smiles will greet us, heads will turn to meet us as we make the scene, as we would make the scene

Oh won't you please go with me underground
Oh won't you please go with me underground
Oh won't you please please

The Louvre

Le guide me montre et explique
"Celui ci est le changement"
Les touristes s'en donnent à coeur joie
Ils touchent mon marbre froid
Mais mes yeux sont fixer sur la porte

Je sais pourtant que j'dois rester
Parmis tous ces héros tués
Protegeant leur liberté de vivre dans des musées
Mais mes yeux sont fixer sur la porte

Essayer donc de m'enlever
Je voudrais voir si vous oser

Quelqu'un a entendu ma supplique
Depuis quelques heures, je vole
Mais à l'aurore elle me quitteras
Et les murs se refermeront sur moi
Il ne restera plus que le marbre froid

The tourist guide explains my aims
"This one's a monument to change."
The tourists do marvel, they touch my cold marble
But my eyes are fixed upon the door, upon the door

Let's see you lift me
I dare you to try
Let's see you lift me
I dare you to try
Let's see you lift me
I dare you to try
Let's see you lift me
I dare you to try

Batteries Not Included

I brought it home and I opened it up
And a smile came to my face for the first time in a while
Yes a smile came to my face for the first time in a while
I turned it on

But nothing happened when I did
Nothing happened at all
I kicked it down the stairs
I threw it at the wall

Hey kid, batteries not included

Whippings And Apologies

Whippings and apologies
Over and over they did it to her when she disagreed
Whippings and apologies
Over and over and over and over
You know it's not right
For she has holy water running through her veins
And now it's me that she hates, it's me that she hates
17 Februaro 2006 modifita.