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The Uplift Mofo Party Plan

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  1. Fight Like a BraveVer letra 3:50

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    letra de Fight Like a Brave

    All you slingers and fiends
    Hide behind your rocks
    Put down your guard
    I'm not here to box
    This is no showdown
    So throw down your guns
    You see it doesn't matter
    Where you come from
    You could be from park ave
    Or from a park bench
    You could be a politican
    Or a bitchy princess
    But if you're lookin' for a fist
    And you're lookin' to unite
    Put your knuckleheads together
    Make a fist and fight
    Not to your death
    And not to your grave
    I'm talking about t hat freedom
    Fight like a brave

    Fight like a brave
    Don't be a slave
    No one can tell you
    You've got to be afraid

    If you're sick-a-sick'n'tired
    Of being sick and tired
    If you're sick of all the bullshit
    And you're sick of all the lies
    It's better late than never
    To set-a-set it straight
    You know the lie is dead
    So give your self a break
    Get it through your head
    Get if off your chest
    Get it out your arm
    Because it's time to start fresh
    You want to stop dying
    The life you could be livin'
    I'm here to tell a story
    But I'm also here to listen
    No I'm not your preacher
    And I'm not your physician
    I'm just trying to reach you
    I'm a rebel with a mission

    Fight like a brave
    Don't be a slave
    No one can tell you
    You've got to be afraid

    Fight like a brave
    Don't be a slave
    No one can tell you
    You've got to be afraid

    I'm here today to pump up the uplift mofo party plan
    A plan based on a band, a band based on a plan
    There should be no slaves in the land of lands
    It's a hollywood jam

    You say you're running and you're running
    And you're running afraid
    You say you ran across the planet
    But you couldn't get away
    The fire in your brain
    Was driving you insane
    You were looking for a day
    In a life that never came
    So don't tell me that
    I've got to take a number
    Cause I've been to that doctor
    And believe me that's a bummer
    Here's a one of a kind
    Convention of the mind
    And don't forget to mention
    That it doesn't cost a dime
    Come as you like
    And leave any time
    And one more thing
    You know it doesn't have to rhyme

    Fight like a brave
    Don't be a slave
    No one can tell you
    You've got to be afraid...

  2. Funky CrimeVer letra 3:00

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    letra de Funky Crime

    Why do you do what you do
    I do what I want to do
    Who said you could do what you do
    I told you who told me to
    I do what I want to do
    I do what I want to do

    Funky crime funky crime
    Don't you know funk's colors blind
    Well I've committed a funky crime
    Against a state of mind

    Hey you mister interview
    I don't have to answer you
    This is what I grew into
    Don't judge me and my soul stew
    Cause funk is my attitude
    Funk is my attitude

    Funky crime funky crime
    Don't you know funk's colors blind
    Well I've committed a funky crime
    Against a state of mind

    Barriers of race
    In the media take place
    Tellin'you there is no room
    For what you do, don't budge
    There's no groove to your gloom
    Who made you the judge
    Always room for funky tunes
    And yes I funk it up

    Funky boy
    Meets a funky girl
    Make it funky, baby
    Cause the funk is crazy

    Why do you do what you do
    I do what I want to do
    Who said you could do what you do
    I told you who told me to
    I do what I want to do
    I do what I want to do

    Funky crime funky crime
    Don't you know funk's colors blind
    Well I've committed a funky crime
    Against a state of mind

    Funky crime
    Funky crime
    Funky funky crime
    The crime is funky

  3. Me and My FriendsVer letra 3:05

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    letra de Me and My Friends

    Me and my, me and my, me and my,
    Me and my, me and my friends

    Like two sweet peas
    In an even sweeter pod
    That's my friend
    And my friends's named Bob
    Like the devil knows hell
    I know Bob well
    Well enough to tell you
    'bout his 67 smells
    Well enough to tell you
    He's a hell-a-swell fellow
    Well enough to tell you
    That we know each other better
    Than we know our selves
    Like freaks of a feather
    We rock together
    I know Bob well
    But I think he knows me better

    Me and my, me and my, me and my,
    Me and my, me and my friends

    He's as close to me
    As a friend can be
    I'll be standin' by my buddy
    He'll be standin' by me
    Just another half of
    The two headed freak
    But I need him like
    My heart needs to beat
    At this point
    In this friendly verse
    I've got to sing a little something
    That I haven't rehearsed
    It's about my man
    And his name is Hillel
    For who my love
    Is woul brother sacred
    Take it hickleberry
    Slim boy take it

    Me and my, me and my, me and my,
    Me and my, me and my friends

    Jacky's eyes are closed
    But he's right on course
    Because he's guided by
    The invisible force
    He drives a kooky green chrysler
    Bad as anybody's porsche
    He's a working class drummer
    He's as strong as a horse

    Me and my, me and my, me and my,
    Me and my, me and my friends

  4. BackwoodsVer letra 3:05

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    letra de Backwoods

    Someone spilled blood many years ago
    Someone spilled blood but do you know
    That from the backwoods
    Where the Chuck Berrys grow
    Come your long tall
    Daddies of a rock and roll

    Take me to your backwoods now
    Take me to your backwoods now

    Spinning' down from the clouds
    Like a tornado
    Spinnin' out of control
    Like a psychedelic soul
    With a rhythm hittin' harder
    Than Larry Holmes
    Come your long tall
    Daddies of rock and roll

    Take me to your backwoods now
    Take me to your backwoods now

    Mr. Uplift Mofo - my man Bo Diddley
    Hit sippin' a bottle of nickle ripple
    Play the lickity split finger licking licks
    For all you wicked city slick chicks

    And all you nitty gritty hick
    We'll make your nipples ripple
    Make you wanna dip your dipple
    Make you wanna soak your hickory stick
    Because my man has a grip on it
    And I do mean on it
    Which brings to mind
    A very sinister minister kind of guy
    A man named Little Richard
    Born to make them bitches stir
    That's right he'll make the sweet substance drip
    From the middle of your hillbilly lips
    And like the farmer milk his cow
    The Howling Wolf will howl
    And since times does allow
    You all can

    Take me to your backwoods now
    Take me to your backwoods now
    Take me to your backwoods now

  5. Skinny Sweaty ManVer letra 1:15

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    letra de Skinny Sweaty Man

    Flashin' lots of cash and spendin' lots-o-loot
    He's sitting at the bar - then he's sittin' at the booth
    Across the dance floor he does scoot
    He's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit

    The caboose that could he goes toot toot
    Been known to gag and sometimes puke
    A very good friend of granny goose
    He's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit

    Skinny sweaty man in the green suit

    He's half man and half cartoon
    But good buddy don't be confused
    He's full blooded looney tune
    He's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit

    Face to face with the man in the moon
    His family doctor is doctor seuss
    If you catch him in your soup please don't shoot
    He's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit

    Skinny sweaty man in the green suit

    He was new in town
    A free wheelin' clown
    A funny young duke
    Hangin' under the roof
    Of a place in time
    United sound

    He'll play a little guitar sing a few blues
    He's the kind-a-guy that you can't refuse
    Despite the fact that he's no brute
    He's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit

    Strike the magic groove make him jerk and move
    Like an eight legged freak in snake skin boots
    Coming soon to a theatre near you
    He's the skinny sweaty man in the green suit

  6. Behind the SunVer letra 4:39

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    letra de Behind the Sun

    One day while bathing in the sea
    My talking dolphin spoke to me
    He spoke to me in symphony
    From freedom's peace beneath the sea
    He looked to me eyes full of love
    Said yes we live behind the sun

    Behind the sun

    The sun goes up
    And the sun gets down
    But like the heart of the sun
    My heart continues to pound

    Now while I shower in the rain
    I watch my dolphin swim away
    The one who listens to the surf
    Can feel the pulse beat of the earth
    And like my dolphin swims so free
    The sun does swim into the sea

    Behind the sun

    An island flying through the sky
    One day your son might ask you why
    And if you son should be a girl
    She too might ask you of this world
    The sun shines sweet upon your beach
    And yes my dolphin loves to teach

    Behind the sun

    The sun goes up
    And the sun gets down
    But like the heart of the sun
    My heart continues to pound

    Composición: Michael Beinhorn
  7. Subterranean Homesick BluesVer letra 3:32

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    letra de Subterranean Homesick Blues

    Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicine
    I'm on the pavement thinking about the goverment
    The man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off,
    Says he's got a bad cough: wants to get it paid off.
    Pay him off

    God knows when but you're doin' it again!
    You better duck down the alleyway lookin' for a new friend
    The man in the coonskin cap in the big pen
    Wants eleven dollar bills: you only got ten
    So look out, kid

    Look out, kid, because it's something that you did, kid
    Look out, kid, because they keep all hid, lookout

    Maggie comes fleet foot, face full of black soot
    Talkin' at the heat put plants in the bed but
    The phone's tapped anyway, maggie says that many say
    They must bust in early May
    Orders from the D. A.
    The double D. A

    Walk on your tip toes, don't try "no doz"
    You better stay away from those that carry around a fire hose
    Keep a clean nose, and an eye on the plain clothes
    'Cause you don't need a weather man to know which way the wind blows
    Look out, kid

    Look out, kid, because it's something that you did, kid
    Look out, kid, because they keep all hid

    Looks to me like you did
    A little to much hittin' kid
    You should've took it to the bridge
    Before you started to skid
    Look out, kid

    The good god willin', we'll bebop to Bob Dylan
    Chillin'em, thrillin'em, and red hot killin'em
    Killin'em, I said killin' em

    Come on, come on

    Get sick, get well, hand around a ink well
    Ring bell, hard to tell if anything is goin' to sell
    Try hard, get barred, jump back, write braille
    Get jailed, jump bail, join the army, if you fail

    But users, cheaters, six time losers
    Hang around the theatres
    Girl by the whirlpool lookin' for a new fool
    Don't follow leaders, watch the parkin' meters
    Look out, kid

    Look out, kid, because it's something that you did, kid
    Look out, kid, because they keep all hid
    Look out, kid, because it's something that you did, kid
    Look out, kid, because they keep it all hid, lookout

    Composición: Bob Dylan
  8. Special Secret Song InsideVer letra 3:15

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    letra de Special Secret Song Inside

    Well, my young lady, she lives
    Three houses away
    She claims that she can hear moaning and screaming
    To me fuckin' you every night
    Well, let me say "hey"

    I want to party on your pussy, baby
    I want to party on, party on your pussy
    I want to party on your pussy, baby
    I want to party on your pussy, yeah, yeah, yeah

    Struck by lust in a telephone booth
    Busted by a cop, he said "That's uncool"
    He said that he hears moaning and screeming
    To me fuckin' you every night
    Well, let me say "hey"

    I want to party on your pussy, baby
    I want to party on, party on your pussy
    I want to party on your pussy, baby
    I want to party on your pussy, yeah, yeah, yeah

    I want to party on your pussy, baby
    I want to party on your pussy
    I want to party on your pussy, baby
    I want to party on your pussy

    I want to party on your pussy, baby
    I want to party on your pussy
    I want to party on your little pussy, girl
    I want to party on your pussy

    Let me shine your diamond
    The girl got a scratch
    Slap that cat
    Have mercy

    I want to party on your pussy, baby
    I want to party on, party on your pussy
    I want to party on your pussy, baby
    I want to party on your pussy, yeah, yeah, yeah

  9. No Chump Love SuckerVer letra 2:41

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    letra de No Chump Love Sucker

    She's a witch
    A bat
    A bonafide bore
    What's more - she snores
    And that is a fact
    Cow eyes lie
    Yes it's time to resist
    How did I ever
    Get into this
    How could I ever
    Have kissed that bitch
    So what if she's
    Got big tits

    She's the kinda girl
    Who changes her mind really quick
    She's the kinda girl who
    Won't just let things sit

    She came like a cat
    Like a cat to cat nip
    She came in my life
    With her womanly hips
    When I first met her
    I came unglued
    I played the part of
    A blueblooded fool
    I'm through with your sewage
    I'm through with your trash
    I always knew that I'd
    Get the last laugh

    She's the kinda girl
    Who changes her mind really quick
    She's the kinda girl who
    Won't just let things sit

    Like two trains on one track
    Bound for a crash
    Two red white and blues we were
    Destined to clash
    I can't fix the future
    I can't change the past
    Like fly by night news
    We were not meant to last
    I'm through with your bluefish
    I'm through with your gash
    I'm through being screwed with by
    You and your wack attack

    Jump back for chump love
    You won't be back for cover
    But no no no no
    I'm no chump love sucker
    No chump love sucker

    No chump love sucker
    No chump love sucker
    No chump love sucker
    No chump love sucker

    I thought that your love
    Was a matter of fact
    But I lost my pride
    When I realized that
    The smack in my bag
    And my baseball bat
    Was all you were after
    "you dirty rat"
    She's a bitch and a brat
    And a living disaster
    She thought she was fast
    Boys but I was faster

    No chump love sucker
    No chump love sucker
    No chump love sucker
    No chump love sucker

    No chump love sucker
    No chump love sucker
    No chump love sucker
    No chump love sucker

  10. Walkin' on Down the Road 3:35
    Composición: Cliff Martinez
  11. Love TrilogyVer letra 2:39

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    letra de Love Trilogy

    My love comes and when it does
    It's a crazy kind of... Selective... Affection
    My love flows like a wise guy tide
    In the zaniest of... Directions
    My love protection. My love erection
    You better get some... Of my affection
    My love can be bigger the Hoover Dam
    My love can hide behind a grain of sand
    My love for life is fuelled by the love for my band
    I love his mother and the silly mixed-up man
    Some people think he's bad
    They say he doesn't laugh
    And ask my dad

    My love is death to Apartheid rule
    My love is the deepest depths, the ocean blues

    My love is the Zulu groove
    My love is the coop-a-loop move
    My love is the lightning's blues
    My love is the pussy juice
    My love can't be refused
    My love is the skin of my flute
    My love, my love

    My love began from love
    My love for an unknown grubby bum
    My love for the baby suckin' on his thunb
    My love for a fresh set of buns
    My love for the feel of the drums
    My love for a bunch of knuckleheads
    My love for the sqeuaks in the bed
    My love for the legs that I spread
    My love for the fat natty dread
    My love, my love

    My love, is my toes in the sand
    My love, is my dick in my hand
    My love, is my toes in the sand
    My love, is my dick in my hand

    Yeah... Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhhh

  12. Organic Anti-Beat Box Band 4:01

2 Comentarios de los usuarios

  1. : es increible
  2. : Uno de sus mejores trabajos, pero con poco reconocimiento. Fue con el que definieron su estilo

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