โหลดเพลง mp3 The Blue Light - Frank Zappa

The Blue Light - Frank Zappa
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