The Man from Utopia de Frank Zappa

Listado de Canciones

1. Cocaine Decisions3:54

   Letra

   Chop a line now Cocaine decisions You are a person with a snow-jon You got a fancy gotta go job Where the cocaine decisions that you make today Will mean that millions somewhere else Will do it your way Cocaine decisions You are a person who is high class You are a person not in my class And the cocaine decisions that you make today Will mean nothing later on When you get nose decay I don't wanna know 'Bout the things that you pull Outta your nose Or where they goes But if you are wasted From the stuff you're stickin' in it I get madder every day 'Cause what you do 'n' what you say Affects my life in such a way I learn to hate it every minute! I don't wanna know 'Bout the things that you pull Outta your nose Or where they goes But if you are wasted From the stuff you're stickin' in it I get madder every day 'Cause what you do 'n' what you say Affects my life in such a way I learn to hate it every minute! Cocaine decisions You are a doctor or a lawyer You got an office with a foyer And the cocaine decisions that you make today Will not be discovered till it's over 'n' done By the customers you hold at bay Cocaine decisions You are a movie business guy You got accountants who supply The necessary figures To determine when you fly To Acapulco Where all your friends go Cocaine decisions We must watch the stuff you make You have let us eat the cake While your accountants tell you yes, yes, yes You make expensive ugliness How do you do it? Let me guess Cocaine decisions
2. Sex3:43

   Letra

   What's the ting that they's talkin' about everywhere? Sex When they wanna be suave 'n' debonair Sex What's poppin' up the most from coast to coast Sex At yer bongo party an' yer weenie roast Sex Even them christians who are born again Sex Go out 'n' get pooched every now 'n' then Sex Do ya do or don't ya don't Sex Bet yer lyin' if ya say ya won't Sex Some girls try it 'n' go on a diet Then they worry 'cause they's too fat Who wants t'ride on a ironin' board? That ain't no fun...i tried me one Grow that meat all over yer bones Work the wall with the local jones 'n' while you do it, remember this line The sniffer says it all the time "the bigger the cushion, the better the pushin' The bigger the cushion, the better the pushin' The bigger the cushion, the better the pushin' The bigger the cushion..." Makes no difference if you're young or old Sex Don't you act like it's made of gold Sex Ladies they need it just like the guys Sex Maybe you could use a protein surprise Sex Any time, anywhere Sex Why d'ya think it's growin' there Sex Some girls try it 'n' they don't like it They complain 'cause it don't last Who wants to ride on a debutante? They talks too much...they moves too fast Watch the scenery while you ride You can be very warm inside 'n' when the train goes 'round the bend Check the shrub'ry on the other end "the bigger the cushion, the better the pushin' The bigger the cushion, the better the pushin' The bigger the cushion, the better the pushin' The bigger the cushion..."
3. Tink Walks Amok3:38

   Letra

   Frank Zappa (guitar, vocals, drum machine) Steve Vai (guitar, acoustic guitar) Ray White (guitar, vocals) Roy Estrada (vocals) Bob Harris (boy soprano) Ike Willis (vocals) Bobby Martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals) Tommy Mars (keyboards) Arthur Barrow (keyboards, bass, micro bass, rhythm guitar) Ed Mann (percussion) Scott Thunes (bass) Chad Wackerman (drums) Vinnie Colaiuta (drums) Craig Steward (harmonica) Dick Fegy (mandolin) Marty Krystall (saxophone) (Instrumental)
4. The Radio Is Broken5:51

   Letra

   The cosmos at large It's so very big It's so far away The comets...the craters...the vapors The solar wind The residual echoes...the residual echoes The residual echoes from the giant explosion Where they said it beginned The germs from space! The negative-virus knit-wear The blobulent suit That's right! THE BLOBULENT SUIT It's made of rubbert, it's very ugly It's got an air hose... (The guy that has it all has a SPACE WRENCH!) The things that were supposed to be green In the balck and white movies They get you in the neck when you're not looking They get you, the get you, they get you, get you, get you The radio is broken -- it don't work no more The radio is broken -- it don't work no more The lovely Lisa Kranston: (Her father invented the secred fuel (that's right!) For the rocket) So she gets to go with a clipboard! She writes it down when the meters go around And falls in love in a space warp Space warp Space warp The giant knobs The porthole where you see the earth for the first time The corrugated fiberglass interior walls The parially reclining G-force lawn furniture The brown hole The pointed brasseries The atomic war The tiny little dresses on the space girls A love-starved race begging to reproduce With earthmen They need to reproduce (with John Agar) They need to reproduce (with Morris Ankrum) They need to reproduce (with Richard Basehart) They need to reproduce (with Jackie Coogan) They need to reproduce (with Sonny Tufts) The botchino...the botchino...the botchino The gigantic spider The co-pilot always plays the harmonica The navigator always gets killed by a bad space person Uh-oh -- the radio is broken It don't work anymore The radio is broken It don't work anymore The radio is broken It don't work anymore We'll never get back to the Earth no more Uh-oh! We have to fall in love on Uranus! The radio is... That's right -- uh-oh The radio is broken The meteor storm You spilled your coke You're stepping on the popcorn JOHN AGAR! Uh-oh... (Dwarf Nebula)
5. We Are Not Alone3:18

   Letra

   You-you-you-ooo Look like a dor-r-r-k You act like a dork Most of the time, also You're a dor-r-r-r-k You are a double-dork butt rash You are a dork, dork, dork, dor-r-r-r-k! Nobody wants to... You are boring...you have nothing to say You eat cheese -- you eat cheese and other things You can can wrap up an' take with you From the table With Luigi & The Wise Guys at the table You are a dork You are a dork, dork, dork, dor-r-r-r-k! A double-dork butt rash There's one in every crew -- do you know who you are? We know, but we won't tell you We don't want to hurt your feelings But you're a dor-r-r-r-k! Might as well admit it When you're a dork You're a dork, by the way You're a dork A double A double dork butt rash A double butt rash dork Luigi & The Wise Guys at the table You look like a dork Look loke a dork You act like a dork most of the time You're a dor-r-r-r-k Double dork Double dork Double dork butt rash
6. The Dangerous Kitchen2:51

   Letra

   The dangerous kitchen If it aint't one thing it's another In the middle of the night when you get home The bread things are all dry 'n' scratchy The meat thing Where the cats ate trough the paper The can things with the sharp little edges That can cut your fingers when you're not looking The soft little things on the floor that you step on They can all be dangerous Sometimes The milk can hurt you (if you put it on your cereal Before you smell the plastic container) And the stuff in the strainer Has a mind of its own So be very careful In the dangerous kitchen When the night time has fallen, And the roaches are crawlin' In the kitchen of danger You can feel like a stranger The bananaes are black The got flies in the back And also the chicken In the dish with the foil Where the cream is all clabbered And the salad is frightful Your return in the evening Can be less than delightful You must walk very careful You must not lean against it It can get on you clothing It can follow you in As you walk to the bedroom And you take all your clothes off While you're sleeping It crawls off It gets in your bed It could get on your face then It could eat your complexion You could die from the danger Of the dangerous kitchen Who the fuck wants to clean it? It's disgusting and dirty The sponge on the drainer Is stinky and squirty If you squeeze it when you wipe up What you get on your hands then Could un-balance your glands and Make you blind or whatever In the dangerous kitchen At my house tonight
7. The Man from Utopia Meets Mary Lou (Medley)3:18
8. Stick Together3:18

   Letra

   This is a song about the union, friends How they fucked you over and the way they bends The rules to suit a special few And you gets pooched every time the do You know we gotta stick together You know we gotta stick together You know we gotta stick together You know we gotta stick together Once upon a time the idea was good If only they'd a done what they said they would It ain't no better, they's makin' it worse The labor movement's got the Mafia curse You know we gotta stick together You know we gotta stick together You know we gotta stick together You know we gotta stick together Don't be no fool, don't be no dope Common sense is your only hope When the union tells you it's time to strike Tell the motherfucker to take a hike You know we gotta stick together You know we gotta stick together You know we gotta stick together You know we gotta stick together (repeats)
9. The Jazz Discharge Party Hats4:28

   Letra

   Once upon a time It was in Albuquerque, New Mexico There were these girls that worked at the college The were really cool... (They thought so anyway) The would be delighted to tell you how suave they where At the drop of a hat There was three of 'em: One of them thought she was a Beauty Queen... The other one was a Walking Blow-Job And then there was this skinny girl... Oh well... Some of the guys in the band got together With the girls from the college They were having a good time... (We were in Alburquerque for a couple of days) But these girls thought they were Hot Shit 'N wouldn't pooch the guys in the band On the first day, so... A couple of the guys in the band Who were desparate for THAT KIND OF ACTION Kept workin' on 'em for two days (Which is a waste of fuckin' time anyway...) So, anyway... But if that's your idea of a good time, what the hey? Send those pants up here! Here's some more! Okay, good-good! Traditional cotton...oh, how sweet! Umf...huh-huh-huh-huhhh... HERE! Work these! Anyway... We're in Albuquerque, New Mexico... A couple of the guys in the band, who shall go nameless Because their girlfriends might find out Decided they were gonna work the wall on these girls From the college So, one night...it was the first night When they were still trying to 'get it in there' (Ya know what I mean? Huh-huh-huh-huh...) The skinny girl, she says to one of the guys in the band She says, well, to several of the guys in the band And one of the T-shirt guys too... "HEY! LET'S GO SKINNY-DIPPING!" At two o'clock in the morning at the pool at the hotel That's right, your heard right, Two o'clock in the morning, pool at the hotel... It was so fun... But the water was very, very cold! So they go out there and the girl who was really skinny 'N' probably totally insensitive to climatic changes Took all of her garments off and she jumped in the pool And she says, "HEY GUYS! COME ON IN!" Well, one of them did... The other one was too smart for that shit So him and the T-shirt guy say by the edge of the pool And when the girl who was really skinny (And insensitive to climatic changes) Took off her clothes and jumped in the pool She threw her pants over there by the little table Well, one of the guys in the band picked up het panties (He told me later the stuff in the bottom Was like punching an eclair...) Anyhow...there was nothing else to do... It was Alburquerque, New Mexico It's two o'clock in the morning... They're not going to get any nooky anyway... So this one guy and the T-shirt guy Started sniffing the girl's panties... They were sniffing the fudge and sniffing the glue... Sniffing every 'thing' that adhered to these Delightful little morsels (Some of you might think this is weird... No wonder. It's not exactly normal, but What the fuck?) So, they're snorting it... (Hey! It's the twentieth century... Whatever you can do to have a good time, let's get on with it, So long as it doesn't cause a murder...) So they're snorting the pants 'N' then they put them on their heads... They were having a good time... The girl was in the water...she didn't even see What was going on with her underpants... They were wearing the pants It looked just like a tiny little party hat... Their ears were sticking out the side...it was so fun Later on they discovered, This would make a great way of life for them... They would go from town to town, looking for panties They would take the panties after they were hung up On the clothes line Later on they would take 'em back in the dressing room They would play with them... They would fetish the underpants... They would snort every little morsel attached To the underpants...and then...they would feel that They were FULFILLED And so you can see, That what we're doing here on stage Is part of a Great American Tradition The tradition of the JAZZ DISCHARGE PARTY HATS
10. Luigi and The Wise Guys3:24
11. Moggio2:37

    Letra

    Frank Zappa (guitar, vocals, drum machine) Steve Vai (guitar, acoustic guitar) Ray White (guitar, vocals) Roy Estrada (vocals) Bob Harris (boy soprano) Ike Willis (vocals) Bobby Martin (keyboards, saxophone, vocals) Tommy Mars (keyboards) Arthur Barrow (keyboards, bass, micro bass, rhythm guitar) Ed Mann (percussion) Scott Thunes (bass) Chad Wackerman (drums) Vinnie Colaiuta (drums) Craig Steward (harmonica) Dick Fegy (mandolin) Marty Krystall (saxophone) (Instrumental)