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Actually, as MOST types of cancer, prostate cancer is cureable IF diagnosed early enough. From what I've heard, the thing with Frank was, that despite his wife Gail's suggestions, Zappa resisted taking pretty straight forward test (it's a blood test if I remember well) that lets you diagnose it YEARS before it's really dangerous. Not to mention, they say that every male over 50 should have check done once a year, which in simplest form is just a urologist stiking rubber-gloved finger up your arse - certainly the thought Frank haven't fancied much. So in his case once he got diagnosed, it was way too late to do a thing - he died 18 months later. He will not be forgotten. R.I.P. FFC

At last.... I LOVE FRANK ! Always had, since heard "Zoot Allures" on the crappy radio, back in ..1976 or something. Managed to get nearly all (well nearly) of his albums, even thou, mind yoy, in communist times (poland) they've not been an easy prey (and he was a prolific dude, lol ). I think he played very important role in my life - in many aspects. He's always been (and I gues still is) a kinda ofa "role model" for me. He was a true genius, I've no doubts about it. So sad he died so early... While he was dyin of cancer, the last record he made (in solitude of the "Utility Muffin Research Kitchen" - his basement studio) was named "Everything Is Healing Nicely"... Yeah, I could rant about it forever, but let's stick to the topic. Many lyrics of Frank have influencd my life. A funny one is, that basically since I hated school and always thought of it as a total waste of time I was learning english by translating songs - mainly Frank's. When I went "west" (England) somewhwre about 1984, I got to live in a squat in London with a memorable wild irish-scottish bunch. Pretty soon they declared me A MASTER OF FOUL TONGUE, and at that time I wasn't quite sure why... (took it as a compliment anyway) Well, now I know. Fuck yourself with a rubber hose Stick it in your mouth and down your throat Up your nose and in your heinie hole I don't care where it goes And it don't matter if you're straight or gay You should fuck yourself anyway Now, you don't have to listen to a word I say But I know you, you'll be humpin' away Fuck yourself with your neighbor's nose If you can't use that, use a 10-foot pole Stick it up your ass and go for a stroll Everyone will know you've been to this show If you can't take, eat my stool Masturbate with some crazy glue I don't care what you do Fock yourself with a garden tool Fuck yourself with politics Ahh they're full of fuckin' fuckin' shit I mean you know we've been lied to ever since we were born It's amazing that we've been getting fucked that long Fuck yourself with the world wide web Man you could ride that sucker right from your bed You may even meet a Tom, Dick, Jane or Billy Then grab onto your modem and fuck yourself silly Fuck yourself with your heart and soul Give it everything you got, hey I'm talkin' to you If you can't even fuck yourself, How ya gonna fuck somebody else? Fuck yourself with my microphone I'll give it to you later when we're all alone We can turn it up loud And see if you come, but Don't get your jizz on my microphone Fuck yourself with organized religion Now that is some seriously sinnin' business If the Lord sees their pathetic crimes He'll be fuckin' them 'til the end of time And can someone explain to me this racist crap I know it isn't white, but it isn't black And to all you people who only see things your way Well, you can suck my dick and take all day Fuck your nose with a pound of blow Watch your money get up and go but when you burnt your brain and you say I don't know! I hate to tell you but I told you so Fuck yourself with this grunge rock noise I mean, stuff those albums in your groin They come down on me because I know how to play - Hey... fuck you! Fuck yourself with a copy of Rolling Stone Or are they too holy for your holiest of holes Now those people think they're holier than Moses But aren't they just a bunch of fuckin' posers Fuck yourself with your mother's jewelry I won't tell, I ain't a stooly If you pounce hard enough you'll cough up a ruby Your blood will be rich and so will your doodie Fuck yourself with the latest fashion With your spikes and your hair and those cute little buttons And if you happen to have some leather and lace Fuck yourself 'til you're blue in the face Fuck yourself with your income tax They're fucking you and that's a fact Before you know it your money's all spent And you've just been fucked by the government Fuck yourself with your lawyer friend You're the only one that's getting fucked in the end I have been so fucked by legal bills that my asshole is the size of Beverly Hills Fuck yourself with your full-length sweater With your minks and your diamonds and your Irish Setter With your cash and your trash and your sinks and your drinks Just fuck yourself 'til you can't even think Those of you who enjoy this song thank you thank you, I love you Let's get it on But for those of you who are totally outraged Fuck yourself with your face (This jewel comes actually from Stevie Vai "Flex-Able Leftovers" album, the song is tithed, yup, you've got it "FUCK YOURSELF"). I wonder, will I get moderated on my firt post in this noble forum ??? But on the more serious side, his lyrics migh have changed my life, while his MUSIC actually have saved it. Well, to make long story short - during the martial law (81-83) MELF got a nasty habit of shooting up with some sort of bitter brownish water, somehow could't stop, and basically realised the so called LIFE was not worth living. That's how silly he was, poor bastard. Then he heard Frank's 3 LP album called "Shut Up'n Play Yer Guitar" and soon realised that after all he might be WRRRONG ! It was pure magic. A bit pathetic ? Well, maybe. He was squeeky clean within few months. The rest is a history, so to speak. Funnily enough there is NO LYRICS from this album I could quote here, as it's pure guitar mangling stuff - better than words sometimes. "MUSIC IS THE BEST" (F.Z.) Kind regards F.