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The time was 1965 and a band called The Fugs met every afternoon to rehearse at the Peace Eye Bookstore. Which was located in a former kosher butcher shop at 383 East Tenth. Next door to Peace Eye on the second floor above the Lipshutz wholesale egg market lived a young songwriter named Tuli Kupferberg. Tuli worked every day composing songs on a reel to reel tape recorder. In The Rhapsody of Tuli we trace his work shaping some of the startling and beautiful melodies that later graced The Fugs repertoire. We begin The Rhapsody of Tuli as he composes one of his most beautiful songs.Morning hm hm hm hmFeel so lonesome in the morningMorning hm hm hm hm morningMorning brings me grief Next we find him shaping Mathew Arnolds wedding poem of 1852 the threnody known as Dover Beach.Let us be true to one anotherSo various so beautiful so newLet us be true to one anotherHath really neither joy, nor love, nor lightLet us be true to one anotherNo certitude, nor peace, nor help for painLet us be true to one anotherSongtexte One of The Fugs most popular songs became an anthem of its era. A sort of pre post modern 20th century sutra. Lets hear it for nothing! (Tuli) Tune traditional Yiddish, bulbous, words by, Tuli. New words. Monday nothing, Tuesday nothing, Wednesday, and Thursday nothingFriday for a change a little more nothing, Saturday also nothingSunday nothing, Monday nothing, Tuesday and Wednesday nothingThursday for a change a little more nothing, Friday also nothingTuli astutely realized that if a song became associated with a dance craze the fruge, the twist, the monkey, the fish, or the mashed potato. Then even a beatnik song crafter could reap bundles of cash, mountains of moolah, plethora of penenzi.Let's Fug, baby let's Fug,Let's Fug, baby let's FugLet's Fug, baby let's FugLet's Fug, Let's Fug, Let's Fug, Let's Fug Let's Fug, baby let's FugLet's Fug, baby let's FugLet's Fug, Let's FugBaby. Let's. Fug.Let's FugLet's FugLet's FugAnd here's yet another dance single Tuli fashioned. This time cunningly focusing on the hypothalamus; the part of the brain associated with thrills, eros, and forbidden fun.HypothalamusHypothalamusHypothalamusThat's the brain for me! HypothalamusHypothalamusHypothalamusThat's the brain for me!One of the early members of The Fugs was a wild young poet named Zabo. Who gave Tuli the idea for a song from the Bible.The Ten Commandments, The Ten CommandmentsThou shalt not kill, dada dada da dadaThou shalt not covet thy neighbor's assThou shalt not steal, dada da daThou shalt honor thy father or thy motherWhat a prognosticator of taste and social trends he was. As Tuli Kupferberg crooned into his Wollensack tape recorder up in his forty dollar a month pad on East Tenth predicting the rise 20 years later of the narcissistic, self absorbed, workshop crazed, me generation.Not us, not us us, not we we,but me meeeoh me me, not them them at all,but me me, me me, me me, me me, me meAnd finally we close the Rhapsody of Tuli with a ballad of love and longing from one of his dusty lonely reels.Not enough loving, not enough lovingNot enough loving, not enough lovingAhhhhh Too much hating, too much hatingToo much hating, too much hatingAhhhhh Not enough kissing, not enough kissingNot enough kissing, not enough kissingAhhhhh Too much fighting, too much fightingToo much fighting, too much fightingAhhhhh Not enough fucking, not enough fuckingNot enough fucking, not enough fuckingAhhhhh Too much killing, too much killingToo much killing, too much killingAhhhhh Aus Songtexte Mania