Your Mouth

Lyrics

Your mouth is your religion
You put your faith in a hole like that?
You put your trust and your belief
Above your jaw, and no relief
Have I found

I heard your story when you come home
You said you went to see your sister last night
Well, you might loose a bunch of teeth
And find a funeral wreath
While you'll be laying in the ground
All alone

So tell me where are you coming from
With all them lies
As you stumble in at the breakin' of the day.
Where are you coming from, my shot-gun say
Because it just might wanna blow you away
'Cause it just might wanna blow you away

An evil woman, can make ya cry
If you believe her every time she lies
Well you can be a big fool
If she makes you loose your cool, and so
I've got me some advice you should try

Just let her talk a little
Oh, just let her talk a little more
Just . . . just let her talk a little more
And when she runs out of words
Just say the same thing that I told you before

Now tell me where are you coming from
With all them lies
As you stumble in the breakin' of the day
Where are you coming from, my shot-gun say
Because it just might wanna blow you away
'Cause it just might wanna blow you away
'Cause it just might wanna blow you away
'Cause it just might wanna blow you away
'Cause it just might wanna blow you away
'Cause it just might wanna blow you away

Players On This Song

• Frank Zappa guitar
• Tony Duran slide guitar
• George Duke tack piano
• Sal Marquez trumpet & vocal
• Kris Peterson vocal
• Joel Peskin tenor sax
• Mike Altschul baritone sax & piccolo
• Erroneous electric bass
• Aynsley Dunbar drums

Records On Which This Song Has Appeared

Zappa Albums & Side Projects

• Waka/Jawaka

Notes About This Song

Hi-

I am the "elusive" Kris Peterson. Here is the history: I met Sal Marquez in a band from Texas called "The Inside Track". The group were mostly North Texas State graduates from where Sal graduated as well. I met this band through my ex-husband, Tom Jolly.

The group broke up in Washington D.C. Sal went back to L.A. Within six months I was in L.A. working with a band that was being groomed for a contract with R.C.A. records. Sal was also a member of this band. This group folded and I went back home to Detroit. Within six weeks I got a call from the manager of this band to take the material from now defunct band to New York to record it for Ritchie Havens label, "Stormy Forest", a subsidiary of M.G.M. Records. One of the tunes on this album was written by Sal...."One Sweet Look". Afterward I re-located to L.A. to be closer to the M.G.M. headquarters. Sal was working with Frank and pulled me in on the Waka-Ja-Waka session. I recorded, "Your Mouth", a duo with Sal. End of story