Álbum The Uplift Mofo Party Plan de Red Hot Chili Peppers - Canciones
The Uplift Mofo Party Plan
1987 | 
Estilo(s) | Funk Metal,Alternative Rock
Sello | EMI America
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Listado de canciones del álbum The Uplift Mofo Party Plan
- Fight Like a BraveVer letra 3:50
[X]All you slingers and fiendsletra de Fight Like a Brave
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... - Funky CrimeVer letra 3:00
[X]Why do you do what you doletra de Funky Crime
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 - Me and My FriendsVer letra 3:05
[X]Me and my, me and my, me and my,letra de Me and My Friends
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 - BackwoodsVer letra 3:05
[X]Someone spilled blood many years agoletra de Backwoods
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 - Skinny Sweaty ManVer letra 1:15
[X]Flashin' lots of cash and spendin' lots-o-lootletra de Skinny Sweaty Man
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 - Behind the SunVer letra 4:39
Composición: Michael Beinhorn[X]One day while bathing in the sealetra de Behind the Sun
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 - Subterranean Homesick BluesVer letra 3:32
Composición: Bob Dylan[X]Johnny's in the basement mixing up the medicineletra de Subterranean Homesick Blues
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 - Special Secret Song InsideVer letra 3:15
[X]Well, my young lady, she livesletra de Special Secret Song Inside
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 - No Chump Love SuckerVer letra 2:41
[X]She's a witchletra de No Chump Love Sucker
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 - Walkin' on Down the Road 3:35
Composición: Cliff Martinez - Love TrilogyVer letra 2:39
[X]My love comes and when it doesletra de Love Trilogy
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 - Organic Anti-Beat Box Band 4:01
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