Frank Zappa, the man we all know

Frank Zappa, the man we all knowBut in secret, he's Santa Claus, don't you know?On Christmas Day, he brings us all a treatA ticket to Zappanale, can't be beat We board the Molli, the steam locomotiveTo Rennbahn, where the fun is infectiousWe drink hot beer, eat currywurst galoreAnd have a blast, like never before The Mystery Stage holds surprise performancesWhile the Main Stage hosts the biggest bandsWe visit the Exhibition, filled with artifactsAnd snap a photo with the Frank Zappa statue, a must The warm-up bands set the mood just rightAs we dance and sing into the nightThe spirit of Frank...

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In a world where Frank Zappa never was

In a world where Frank Zappa never was,There was a strange and bizarre fuss,For without him, the music world was lost,And the Mistery Stage, forever tossed. The Rennbahn was silent, without a sound,The Exhibition, empty and unbound,The Molli and Bands, nowhere to be found,Without Frank Zappa's music around. But one day, a group of rebels rose,Determined to bring Frank Zappa's music back,They searched the Main Stage, from head to toes,And found a statue, of Frank Zappa's intact. They brought it to the Warm Up show,And as they played, the music flowed,The Statue came to life, and so,Frank Zappa...

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My friend insisted I come see

My friend insisted I come seeFrank Zappa's concert with glee,But little did I know, it would beA wild night, full of mystery. We arrived at the Main Stage,And made our way to the Rennbahn,Where the Exhibition displayedAll the Molli and Bands on parade. The Warm Up show was just beginning,As my friend started chugging his beer,And munching on salchichas, grinning,As if there was no tomorrow, clear. But as the night went on, his behaviorGrew more and more erratic, it seemed,As he stumbled around, a drunken savior,Ignoring all my pleas to be redeemed. I couldn't believe what I was seeing,As...

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There once was a white owl, full of dreams

There once was a white owl, full of dreams,Who longed to become a phoenix, it seems,To fly to the Zappanale, and be free,To die of music, happily. The Mistery Stage called to her soul,As she perched on the Main Stage, all alone,Watching the Rennbahn, where the music played,And the Exhibition, where the Molli swayed. The Bands played on, at the Warm Up show,As the owl watched, with a longing to go,To join in the fun, and spread her wings,And let the music of the Zappanale sing. But alas, she remained, a mere spectator,As the Statue stood tall, a silent creator,Of memories, that would never...

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The Mystery Stage came over (us) – and the bands were outa sight !!

Mistery Stage - Main Stage - Rennbahn - Exhibithion - Molli - Bands  - Warm up - Statue (Gedicht-improvisation über diese Worte mit Refrain, angelehnt an „Cosmic Debris“)(Regieanweisung singt es über die erste Strophe...). The Mystery Stage came over (us) – and the bands were outa sight !!they wrote: for a nominal service charge we would reach the Rennbahn tonight.After warm up and Exhibition: turn north at THE MASTER`s statue.Just enter the train called Molli – or ride on the grand wazoo:You might not believe this – Zappa-followers – but they`ll have a Main Stage, too !! (Und jetzt...

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