Light Blue
Puschnig/Swallow/Alias/Lewis Lyrics
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To a knocked out shack on the edge of town
There's an eight beat combo that just won't quit
Keep walkin' 'til you see a blue light lit
Fall in there and we'll see some sights
At the house of blue lights
There's fryers and broilers and Detroit barbecue ribs
Is when they serve you all those fine eight beats
You'll want to spend the rest of your brights
Down at the house, the house of blue lights
We'll have a time and we'll cut some rug
While we dig those tunes like they should be dug
It's a real home comin' for all the "Cats"
Just trilly down a path of welcome mats
Fall in there and we'll see some sights
At the house of blue lights
There's fryers and broilers and Detroit barbecue ribs
But the treat of the treats
Is when they serve you all those fine eight beats
You'll want to spend the rest of your brights
Down at the house, the house of blue lights
The lyrics of the song "Light Blue" by Puschnig/Swallow/Alias/Lewis are an invitation to a place called the House of Blue Lights. The lyrics are upbeat and fast-paced, encouraging the listener to join in on the fun. The song starts with a call to action - to lace up your boots and head to a ramshackle building on the outskirts of town. The building is described as having a blue light outside, which acts as a beacon, drawing people inside. Once inside, the listener is told they will be treated to an eight-beat combo that just won't quit.
The lyrics go on to describe the House of Blue Lights as a place where you can get Detroit-style barbecue ribs, and other types of food cooked using fryers and broilers. But the real treat, according to the lyrics, is the music - the "fine eight beats" that the combo plays. The lyrics paint a picture of a joyous and lively scene, with people dancing and having the time of their lives. The song is a celebration of music, food, and good times, and it urges the listener to join in on the fun.
Line by Line Meaning
Lace up your boots and we'll broom on down
Get prepared and let's head out
To a knocked out shack on the edge of town
To a rundown place on the outskirts of town
There's an eight beat combo that just won't quit
A band with a rhythm that never stops
Keep walkin' 'til you see a blue light lit
Keep going until you find the place with the blue light on
Fall in there and we'll see some sights
Go inside and see what's happening
At the house of blue lights
At the place with the blue lights
There's fryers and broilers and Detroit barbecue ribs
They serve fried and roasted food, as well as Detroit-style BBQ ribs
But the treat of the treats
The best thing about it all is
Is when they serve you all those fine eight beats
When they play those amazing eight-beat rhythms
You'll want to spend the rest of your brights
You'll want to spend the rest of your time there
Down at the house, the house of blue lights
At the place with the blue lights
We'll have a time and we'll cut some rug
We'll have fun and dance
While we dig those tunes like they should be dug
As we enjoy and appreciate the music
It's a real home comin' for all the "Cats"
A genuine gathering for all the cool people
Just trilly down a path of welcome mats
Just follow the welcoming road to get there
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: DON RAYE, FREDDIE SLACK
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