The Blue Light Lyrics - Tinsel Town Rebellion - Frank Zappa

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) 

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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 

Photos 

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