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Tinsel Town Rebellion De: Frank Zappa
15 Versuri
Ţară:	*****
Gen de muzica:	*****
Trafic:	1990 ↓-132

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1. _ Tinseltown Rebellion

Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Steve vai (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Warren cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter wolf (keyboards)
Bob harris (keyboards, trumpet, vocals)
Ed mann (percussion)
Arthur barrow (bass, vocals)
Vinnie colaiuta (drums)

From madam wong's to starwood
To the whiskey on the strip
You can hear the crashing, blasting strum
Of bands that come to be real hip
And get a record contract
From a talent scout some day
They'll sell their ass, their cocks and balls
They'll take the check 'n' walk away
If they're lucky they'll get famous
For a week or two perhaps
They'll buy some ugly clothes to wear
And hope the business don't collapse
Before some stupid magazine
Decides they're really good
They're a tinsel town rebellion band
From downtown hollywood

Tinsel town rebellion, tinsel town rebellion band
It's a little bitty tinsel town rebellion
A tinsel town rebellion band

They used to play all kinds of stuff
And some of it was nice
Some of it was musical
But then they took some guy's advice
To get a record deal, he said,
They would have to be more punk
Forget their chops and play real dumb
Or else they would be sunk
So off they go to s.i.r. to learn some stupid riffs
And practice all their poses
In between their powder sniffs

Chop a line now, snort it up now
And when they think they've got it
They launch a new career
Who gives a fuck if what they play
Is somewhat insincere

Tinsel town rebellion, tinsel town rebellion band
A tinsel town rebellion,
A tinsel town rebellion band
Did you know that in tinsel town the people down there
Think that substance is a bore
And if your new wave group looks good
They'll hurry on back for more
Of leather groups and plastic groups
And groups that look real queer
The tinsel town aficionados
Come to see and not to hear
But then again this system works
As perfect as a dream
It works for all of those record company pricks
Who come to skim the cream
From the cesspools of excitement
Where jim morrison once stood
It's the tinsel town rebellion
From downtown hollywood

Is everybody happy?
Oh never mind!
No problem!

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2. _ Panty Rap

Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Steve vai (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Warren cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter wolf (keyboards)
Bob harris (keyboards, trumpet, vocals)
Ed mann (percussion)
Arthur barrow (bass, vocals)
Vinnie colaiuta (drums)

Fz:
"hello there, welcome to the show. no, we are not going to play 'cheepnis' - that's right - but we are collecting underpants, and we are collecting brassieres, we are collecting small artic
F feminine underclothing. we are making a quilt... really - trust me. so here's the deal, if you're a girl and you're wearing a dress, whip 'em off, that's it, see? no problem. even with a pin..
T does it say? 'nobody's perfect'. i guess so... what we got here? oh. now let's see what's on the inside. uh huh, trainer coos. okay. s'more, s'more... underpants, brassieres, just send 'em up,
Roblem. oh, you'll warm up to it. if you're wearing pants and you have bikinis on underneath your pants, rip the edges and pull 'em out; if you're wearing those big old ugly cotton jobs go to th
Let and take 'em off, okay? so far, ladies and gentlemen, the response from this particular community has not been especially gratifying. perhaps you're a little bit too intellectual here. here'
Ething... tasteful, very tasteful.
.. you'll get into it. oh, some more - look - it's almost like going to a, well, never mind. heh, heh, heh. i just want to remind you that you are in direct competition with chicago, which so fa
Produced the highest yield of female underclothes of any place in the united states. oh, here's one, thank you very much. chicago, if you'll recall, was the town in which we received the very f
Voodoo butter underpants... heh, heh... the pants that nearly broke tommy mars' neck. as soon as he took a whiff of those, his head went back this far, and he was heard to mutter 'jeezus'. so,
N't care what kind of condition they're in. what've we got here? 'twat book', okay. uh huh, very good - zeets, whadduya think? he already has that one... no problem, though. well, tonight you're
A be entertained by; ike willis on guitar and vocals; tommy mars on keyboards and 'jeezus'. you're also going to be entertaining yourselves a little bit, but don't worry about it. steve vai on g
, vocals and light blue hair"
.

Ike:
"another contestant over there".

Fz:
"oh, some more? okay. vinnie colaiuta on booklet. now what does this say? 'hi frank, how about'...what does this say? 'my hat from the...how about wearing my hat...wearing...' how about thi
Is is a college community, right? 'how about wearing, w-e-r-e-i-n-g never mind. arthur barrow on bass; bob harris on keyboards, high vocal trumpet and vegetables; and, ladies and gentlemen, the
-famous ray white on guitar and vocals. okay, you ready? one, two, three, four..."

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3. _ I Ain't Got No Heart (in Album Tinseltown Rebellion)

4. _ Fine Girl

5. _ Easy Meat

6. _ Now You See It, Now You Don't

7. _ Pick Me, I'm Clean

8. _ Love Of My Life

9. _ Tell Me You Love Me

10. _ The Blue Light

Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Steve vai (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Warren cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter wolf (keyboards)
Bob harris (keyboards, trumpet, vocals)
Ed mann (percussion)
Arthur barrow (bass, vocals)
Vinnie colaiuta (drums)

Your ethos
Your pathos
Your porthos
Your aramis
Your brut cologne
You're writing home
You are hopeless
Your hopelessness
Is rising around you, rising around you
You like it
It gives you something to do
In the day time
Hey buddy, you need a hobby
You are tired of moving forward
You think of the future
And secretly you piddle your pants
The puddle of piddle
Which used to be little
Is rising around you, rising around you
You like it
It gives you something to do
In the night time

Oh well, you travel to bars
You also go to winchell's doughnuts
And hang out with the highway patrol
Sometimes you'll go to a pizza place
You go to shakey's to get that
American kind of pizza
That has the ugly, waxey, fake yellow
Kind of cheese on the top...
Maybe you'll go to straw hat pizza,
To get all those artificial ingredients
That never belonged on a pizza in the first place
(but the white people really like it...)
Oh well, you'll go anyplace, you'll do anything
Oh you'll give me your underpants
I hope these aren't yours, buddy...
They're very nice, though
You go to santa monica boulevard,
You go to the blue parrot
No problem, you'll go anyplace
You'll do anything
Just so you can hang out with the others
The others just like you
Afraid of the future
(death valley days straight ahead)
The future is scary
(yes it sure is)
Well, the puddle is rising
It smells like the ocean
A body of water to isolate england
And also reseda
The oil in patches
All over atlantis, atlantis
You remember atlantis
Donovan, the guy with the brocade coat
Used to sing to you about atlantis
You loved it, you were so involved then
That's back in the days when you used to
Smoke a banana
You would scrape the stuff off the middle
You would bake it
You would smoke it
You even thought you was getting ripped from it
No problem
Woop! atlantis, they could really get down there
The plankton, the krill
The giant underwater pyramid, the squid decor
Excuse me, todd
The big ol' giant underwater door
The dome, the bubbles, the blue light
Light, light, light, light
Light, light, light, light
Blue light blue light
The seepage, the sewage, the rubbers, the napkins
Your ethos, your porthos,
Your flag pole, your port hole
Your language
You're frightened
The future
Your lang...
You can't even speak your own fucking language
You can't read it anymore
You can't write it anymore
Your language
The future of your language
Your meat loaf
Don't let your meat loaf
Heh, heh, heh
Your micro-nanette
Heh
Your brut
Cologne

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11. _ For The Young Sophisticate

12. _ Brown Shoes Don't Make It (in Album Tinseltown Rebellion)

Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Steve vai (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Warren cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter wolf (keyboards)
Bob harris (keyboards, trumpet, vocals)
Ed mann (percussion)
Arthur barrow (bass, vocals)
Vinnie colaiuta (drums)

Brown shoes don't make it
Brown shoes don't make it
Quit school, why fake it
Brown shoes don't make it
Tv dinner by the pool
Watch your brother grow a beard
Got another year of school
You're okay, he's too weird
Be a plumber
He's a bummer
He's a bummer every summer
Be a loyal plastic robot
For a world that doesn't care
That's right
Smile at every ugly
Shine on your shoes and cut your hair

Be a jerk - go to work
Be a jerk - go to work
Be a jerk - go to work
Be a jerk - go to work
Do your job, and do it right
Life's a ball
Tv tonight
Do you love it
Do you hate it
There it is
The way you made it

A world of secret hungers
Perverting the men who make your laws
Every desire is hidden away
In a drawer in a desk by a naugahyde chair
On a rug where they walk and drool
Past the girls in the office

Hratche-plche, hratche-plche
Hratche-plche...

We see in the back
Of the city hall mind
The dream of a girl about thirteen
Off with her clothes and into a bed
Where she tickles his fancy
All night long

His wife's attending an orchid show
She squealed for a week to get him to go
But back in the bed his teen-age queen
Is rocking and rolling and acting obscene
Baby baby...
Baby baby...

Gimme them cakes now, uh!
If i do, i'm gonna lose my...

And he loves it, he loves it
It curls up his toes
She wipes his fat neck
And it lights up his nose
But he cannot be fooled
Old city hall fred
She's nasty, she's nasty
She digs it in bed
That's right

Do it again, ha
And do it some more
Hey, that does it, by golly
And she's nasty for sure
Nasty nasty nasty
Nasty nasty nasty
Only thirteen, and she knows how to nasty
She's a dirty young mind, corrupted
Corroded
Well she's thirteen today
And i hear she gets loaded
If she were my daughter, i'd...
What would you do, frankie?
Well, if she were my daughter, i'd...
What would you do, frankie?
If she were my daughter, i'd...
What would you do, frankie?
Check this out
Smother my daughter in chocolate syrup
And strap her on again, oh baby
Smother that girl in chocolate syrup
And strap her on again
She's my teen-age baby
She turns me on
I'd like to make her do a nasty
On the white house lawn
Smother my daughter in chocolate syrup
And boogie 'til the cows come home

Time to go home
Madge is on the phone
Gotta meet the gurneys and a dozen grey attorneys
Tv dinner by the pool
I'm so glad i finished school
Life is such a ball
I run the world from city hall

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13. _ Bamboozled By Love

14. _ Peaches Iii

15. _ Dance Contest

Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Steve vai (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Warren cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Denny walley (slide guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards, vocals)
Peter wolf (keyboards)
Bob harris (keyboards, trumpet, vocals)
Ed mann (percussion)
Arthur barrow (bass, vocals)
Vinnie colaiuta (drums)

Fz:
"one of, one of the things that i like best about playing in new york is this particular place, because it has - it has a stage that is conducive to, how you say in the trade, audience part
Tion. now if there's one thing that i really like, it's, uh, audience participation. now listen... i gotta figure out something that i can, uh - do you think we should have another dance contest
Ght? oh, hey - the injured person dance contest. ah, well, let's see...awright, i'll tell you what we're going to do. here's a, here's a guy who really wants to be in the dance contest aw-reety,
Ighty, hey. okay..."

Butch:
"you are great, man - you are great. you are the best, baby. do 'dinah-moe humm.'"

Fz:
"all right, now wait a minute - what's your name? hey, hey - what's your name?"

Butch:
"butch."

Fz:
"awright, the dynamic butch. here's, here's a girl that wants to dance with butch. what's your name?"

Lena:
"lena."

Fz:
"what?"

Lena:
"lena."

Fz:
"lena, meet butch. okay, lena and butch, couple number one. heh heh. okay, let's see - that guy there, with his...that - that one there with the teeshirt on - no, no, the other one - this o
No, no - no no no, wait a minute, wait... well, you're - actually, you're very nice, though. would you like to come up here? ...okay, but d'you think you can behave yourself? you, you're sure yo
Behave yourself? ...okay, what's your name?"

Guy:
"tom, man. (mumble, mumble) you, baby, i (mumble, mumble)(gurgle) you (mumble, mmf, etc.)."

Guy:
"arrgh, mmmf, glurg, etc."

Fz:
"awright, now wait a minute. awright, awright, now wait..."

Guy:
"(mumble, mmf.) ugliness! ugliness!"

Other guy:
"frank, you're my buddy! arrgh, mmf."

Fz:
"awright, wait a minute, wait a minute. i have an important message to deliver to all the cute people all over the world. if you're out there and you're cute, maybe you're beautiful, i just
To tell you somethin' - there's more of us ugly mother-fuckers than you are, hey-y, so watch out. now..."

Guy (butch?):
"will you bring my girlfriend on stage, maybe?"

Fz:
"sure. all right, now you - he wants to get his girlfriend - go get your girlfriend."

Girl:
"hey zap!"

Fz:
"good to see you again."

Girl:
"squeak!"

Fz:
"i know."

Guy:
"i ain't no fucking queer."

Fz:
"all right, now look, here's what we're going to do. awright. now. this - they'll be mashed, i'll save them, i'll save them for later."

Guy:
"i'm not a fucking queer."

Fz:
"this man is trying desperately to let everybody know that he's not a queer. he's not queer, he's not queer. awright, and now... you are going to dance, like you've never danced before...&q

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