Wake for 99 Luft Baloons
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Wake for 99 Luft Baloons
"Everyone's a super hero
Everyone's a Captain Kirk"
*A desert wasteland with assorted balloons and streamers. A thunderstorm threatens to overtake the sky line mountains. A wind rustles. Glitter is sprinkled on the dying cacuts. A corpse of a car has me on top dressed in finest of Sparkling rags.*
99 Luft Balloons was shot by Spaceballs. It's body flew up to the heavens where the lost tones exist solely to console the stars of their lonleyness. It's dying wail is still being heard in the Undying Lands where the sacred muses do nurse it's wounds.
I would like to speak on the strenth of duality. "99 Luft Balloons" was a bouncy song full of entergetic pop and manic hopping fanatics. A dance floor was created where ever it did play, a celebration when the opening lines of Nena whispered over the speakers. Underneath this celebration a sarcastic throat chocking on the culture of death.
The lyrics speak of a gun-ho apocolypse in the most celbratory of manner. Everyone wants to be the superhero that destory humanity sending us dow to hell with flag waving parades and marching songs until in the end there is nothing left save for a red balloon, a bomb of destruction.
This is why "99 Luft Ballons" worked as a station of art. It worked on the level of dance party hit and of philosphical warfare. When giving us a party potrayal of war it showed us the stupidity of war. The music corresponded with the satire of the piece.
"Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain"
Bob Dylan
"Not Dark Yet"
I remember me, Ben, and Chris hopping to this song. A rabbit song it was deemed entergetic and special. I remember old Lava days when the floor would rise up and greet the song the dancers arms flailing utnil the air was sliced with our sweat. I remember the bubbles born to correspond to the balloon imagery Above all under thing I remember the joy of boucning.
There are some of the opinion that he song was overplayed and run to the ground underneath our dancing feet. I'll give them their argument and respect it. For my own beliefs though I figure that as long as as song can capture the dance floor and hold it hostage until exhaustion sets it it stays. .
*A comet crosses the sky blazing red*
But I should warn you, art is immortal after all.
Everyone's a Captain Kirk"
*A desert wasteland with assorted balloons and streamers. A thunderstorm threatens to overtake the sky line mountains. A wind rustles. Glitter is sprinkled on the dying cacuts. A corpse of a car has me on top dressed in finest of Sparkling rags.*
99 Luft Balloons was shot by Spaceballs. It's body flew up to the heavens where the lost tones exist solely to console the stars of their lonleyness. It's dying wail is still being heard in the Undying Lands where the sacred muses do nurse it's wounds.
I would like to speak on the strenth of duality. "99 Luft Balloons" was a bouncy song full of entergetic pop and manic hopping fanatics. A dance floor was created where ever it did play, a celebration when the opening lines of Nena whispered over the speakers. Underneath this celebration a sarcastic throat chocking on the culture of death.
The lyrics speak of a gun-ho apocolypse in the most celbratory of manner. Everyone wants to be the superhero that destory humanity sending us dow to hell with flag waving parades and marching songs until in the end there is nothing left save for a red balloon, a bomb of destruction.
This is why "99 Luft Ballons" worked as a station of art. It worked on the level of dance party hit and of philosphical warfare. When giving us a party potrayal of war it showed us the stupidity of war. The music corresponded with the satire of the piece.
"Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain"
Bob Dylan
"Not Dark Yet"
I remember me, Ben, and Chris hopping to this song. A rabbit song it was deemed entergetic and special. I remember old Lava days when the floor would rise up and greet the song the dancers arms flailing utnil the air was sliced with our sweat. I remember the bubbles born to correspond to the balloon imagery Above all under thing I remember the joy of boucning.
There are some of the opinion that he song was overplayed and run to the ground underneath our dancing feet. I'll give them their argument and respect it. For my own beliefs though I figure that as long as as song can capture the dance floor and hold it hostage until exhaustion sets it it stays. .
*A comet crosses the sky blazing red*
But I should warn you, art is immortal after all.
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99 Dead Baboons~Tim Cavanaugh
Hello Bobby my old friend
It's good to see you once again
How's your mother,
How's your aunt,
How's your father's skin-diving suit
I've got something you should see
Back at my place, come with me
I've got some brand new furnishings
Plus 99 dead baboons
99 dead baboons
Sitting in my living room
Not too functional it seems
But quite a conversation piece
This one's Jake, that one's Dyna
There's big Ned in my recliner
No it's not a La-Z-boy
Can't ya see it's a dead baboon?
Dead baboons
Dead baboons
Dead baboons
How they got here I'm not sure
Woke up one day, there they were
Luckily I've got a lease
Allowing pets, if they're deceased
I'm just glad they're not apes
Cos apes would clash with the drapes
No more napkins at my parties
Wipe your hands on a dead baboon!
Dead baboons
Dead baboons
Dead baboons
Dead baboons are lots of fun
Playing water baloons I've always won
You can keep your dead giraffes and swine
I'll take dead baboons everytime
There's just one problem I have found
That's finding Purina dead baboon chow
But what a happy snorkling device
With 99 dead baboons
Dead baboons
Dead baboons
Dead baboons
Hello Bobby my old friend
It's good to see you once again
How's your mother,
How's your aunt,
How's your father's skin-diving suit
I've got something you should see
Back at my place, come with me
I've got some brand new furnishings
Plus 99 dead baboons
99 dead baboons
Sitting in my living room
Not too functional it seems
But quite a conversation piece
This one's Jake, that one's Dyna
There's big Ned in my recliner
No it's not a La-Z-boy
Can't ya see it's a dead baboon?
Dead baboons
Dead baboons
Dead baboons
How they got here I'm not sure
Woke up one day, there they were
Luckily I've got a lease
Allowing pets, if they're deceased
I'm just glad they're not apes
Cos apes would clash with the drapes
No more napkins at my parties
Wipe your hands on a dead baboon!
Dead baboons
Dead baboons
Dead baboons
Dead baboons are lots of fun
Playing water baloons I've always won
You can keep your dead giraffes and swine
I'll take dead baboons everytime
There's just one problem I have found
That's finding Purina dead baboon chow
But what a happy snorkling device
With 99 dead baboons
Dead baboons
Dead baboons
Dead baboons
Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful though you have considered all the facts.
-Wendell Barry
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful though you have considered all the facts.
-Wendell Barry
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Cheerleader of the Damned wrote:99 Dead Baboons~Tim Cavanaugh
Hello Bobby my old friend
It's good to see you once again
How's your mother,
How's your aunt,
How's your father's skin-diving suit
I've got something you should see
Back at my place, come with me
I've got some brand new furnishings
Plus 99 dead baboons
99 dead baboons
Sitting in my living room
Not too functional it seems
But quite a conversation piece
This one's Jake, that one's Dyna
There's big Ned in my recliner
No it's not a La-Z-boy
Can't ya see it's a dead baboon?
Dead baboons
Dead baboons
Dead baboons
How they got here I'm not sure
Woke up one day, there they were
Luckily I've got a lease
Allowing pets, if they're deceased
I'm just glad they're not apes
Cos apes would clash with the drapes
No more napkins at my parties
Wipe your hands on a dead baboon!
Dead baboons
Dead baboons
Dead baboons
Dead baboons are lots of fun
Playing water baloons I've always won
You can keep your dead giraffes and swine
I'll take dead baboons everytime
There's just one problem I have found
That's finding Purina dead baboon chow
But what a happy snorkling device
With 99 dead baboons
Dead baboons
Dead baboons
Dead baboons
That is so cool.
If carpenters made buildings the way programmers make programs, the first woodpecker to come along would destroy all of civilization. Anonymous
Cheerleader of the Damned wrote:99 Dead Baboons~Tim Cavanaugh
Hello Bobby my old friend
It's good to see you once again
How's your mother,
How's your aunt,
How's your father's skin-diving suit
I've got something you should see
Back at my place, come with me
I've got some brand new furnishings
Plus 99 dead baboons
99 dead baboons
Sitting in my living room
Not too functional it seems
But quite a conversation piece
This one's Jake, that one's Dyna
There's big Ned in my recliner
No it's not a La-Z-boy
Can't ya see it's a dead baboon?
Dead baboons
Dead baboons
Dead baboons
How they got here I'm not sure
Woke up one day, there they were
Luckily I've got a lease
Allowing pets, if they're deceased
I'm just glad they're not apes
Cos apes would clash with the drapes
No more napkins at my parties
Wipe your hands on a dead baboon!
Dead baboons
Dead baboons
Dead baboons
Dead baboons are lots of fun
Playing water baloons I've always won
You can keep your dead giraffes and swine
I'll take dead baboons everytime
There's just one problem I have found
That's finding Purina dead baboon chow
But what a happy snorkling device
With 99 dead baboons
Dead baboons
Dead baboons
Dead baboons
damn it you stole my post!!! i dled the mp3 last week.
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Drinking makes you the same asshole your father was.
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Drinking makes you the same asshole your father was.
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