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The Man from Utopia

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  1. Cocaine DecisionsVer letra 3:54

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    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. SexVer letra 3:43

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    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 AmokVer letra 3:38

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    letra de Tink Walks Amok

    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 BrokenVer letra 5:51

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    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 AloneVer letra 3:18

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    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 KitchenVer letra 2:51

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    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 TogetherVer letra 3:18

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    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 HatsVer letra 4:28

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    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 Guys 3:24
  11. MoggioVer letra 2:37

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    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)

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