Cosmik Debris

Frank Zappa

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[Intro] [Verse 1] The Mystery Man came over An’ he said: "I’m outta sight!"             He said for a nominal service charge I could reach Nirvana tonight               If I was ready willing and able To pay him his regular fee                  He would drop all the rest of his pressing affairs And devote his attention to me [Chorus] But I said Look here brother     Who you jivin’ with that Cosmik Debris?! Now who you jivin’ with that Cosmik Debris? Look here brother Don’t you waste your time on me [Interlude] [Verse 2] The Mystery Man got nervous An’ he fidget around a bit                  He reached in the pocket of his Mystery Robe And he whipped out a shaving kit            Now I thought it was a razor And a can of foamin’ goo                    But he told me right then when the top popped open There was nothin’ his box won’t do          With the oil of Aphrodite An’ the dust of the Grand Wazoo             He said: "You might not believe this little fella But it’ll cure your Asthma too!" [Chorus] And I said Look here brother     Who you jivin’ with that Cosmik Debris?! Now what kind of a geroo are you anyway? Look here brother   Don’t you waste your time on me Don’t waste yer time [Solo] [Verse 3] I’ve got troubles of my own I said An’ you can’t help me out                      So take your meditations and your preparations Cm                          N.C. An’ ram it up yer snout "BUT I GOT A KRISTL BOL!" he said An’ held it to the light So I snatched it all away from him An’ I showed him how to do it right I wrapped a newspaper ’round my head So I’d look like I was Deep      I said some Mumbo Jumbos then An’ told him he was goin’ to sleep    I robbed his rings and pocket watch And everything else I found     I had that sucker hypnotized He couldn’t even make a sound     I proceeded to tell him his future then As long as he was hanging around I said "The price of meat has just gone up An’ yer ol’ lady has just gone down..." [Chorus] Look here brother    Who you jivin’ with that Cosmik Debris? Now is that a real poncho or is that a Sears poncho? Don’t you know?    You could make more money as a butcher So don’t you waste your time on me Don’t waste it    don’t waste your time on me Ohm shanti ohm shanti ohm shanti-ohm Shanti

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La chanson évoque la rencontre entre le narrateur et un personnage mystérieux qui prétend pouvoir offrir une forme d'illumination ou de guérison spirituelle en échange d'une somme d'argent. L'ambiance oscille entre l'ironie et la méfiance, alors que le narrateur refuse les promesses vides de ce personnage, insistant sur le fait qu'il a déjà ses propres préoccupations. Dans un mélange de satire et de réflexion sur les charlatans, le narrateur se moque des méthodes douteuses du "Mystery Man" et finit par le duper, prenant ses affaires et se posant en faux prophète. C'est une critique amusante des arnaques spirituelles et des faux gurus qui promettent le bonheur ou la solution à nos problèmes sans véritable fondement.