Sunday, February 28, 2010

Looney Buns: Soda Pop

Once again, here's a new song on the account of Looney Buns project. This time it's slightly more experimental and melancholic. Digital drum machine and three synthesizers meet tuba and trombones, as played back by the sampler.


This song is now a part of the album.
Get it here.

lyrics:
I'm drinking my excitement
'till the vanity of glass
embrace the variety of fuss
over this soda pop

I'm sinking with my white taints
in a pool of my sweat
as I undermine my bet
on a diversity of outcomes we can get
in a game of stick and slap

Excitement, soda pop, soda pop, soda pop...


I'm solving my puzzlement
writing down the missing piece
of secret, obscure recipe
to make our soda pop 

I nuzzle into settlement
of strange and kitchen instruments
lurking from rather indecent
unmeasurable clatter that were meant
to lay down there as a trap

Excitement, soda pop, soda pop, soda pop...

I hope that you don't mind it
as I'm making up my mind
for the inevitable find
of our soda pop

I'm looking for a blind bit
of indifference inside your eyes
that could turn tears into ice
supporting countless tricks that we play nice
but we don't know when to stop

Monday, February 22, 2010

Looney Buns: Here Come the Dessert Rats

And here's a slice of twisted dance music, labeled as Looney Buns. The defining features of this project are 4/4 meter, electronic drums with a boom-boom, simplistic bass drum, tuba sound as the main bass carrier, plus a general mixture of synthetic and acoustic sounds. It has a sort of 80's vibe, I reckon.


This song is now a part of the album.
Get it here.

lyrics:
Walking through the door of the optimistic enhancementsI can hear the roar of the atavistic announcements
I am looking for a grain of salt in the desert plains of my dessert
I am hearing echoes in the vault, as a siren is calling the alert

Here come the dessert rats slipping on the fat icing on the cake of doom
Here come the dessert rats, here comes the boom

Eating from a plate of these sweetly fraudulent debentures
I am getting late for a slightly indecent adventure
I am looking for a trace of rain in the desert plains of my dessert
I am searching seemingly in vein, for a siren is calling the alert

Looking at a sign of the imperceivable destruction
I can feel the grime of this questionable attraction
I will lean in for the kiss of death, in the desert plains of my dessert
I am scouting for a closing breath, as a siren is calling the alert