Looney Buns: Hippie Hippie Manic Pulse

This song is about musical trance quality of everyday life. It is composed of several incompatible elements glued together by irresistible force.


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lyrics:

Hipsters in bright shiny suits,
Riding in a white Mercedes Benz
Drugsters in black BMW,
Shaking their heads in a lunatic trance

In a hippie hippie manic pulse

Silicon girls from glamour catalog,
Aping giraffes on a catwalk
Smokers in the nicotine fog,
Glimmering fireflies in a flock of clouds

In a hippie hippie manic pulse

Dancers fighting laser beam,
Searching for the floor in a cloud of dust
Drinkers running out of steam,
Struggling to break through the shapeless mass

In a hippie hippie manic pulse

Zombies in the morning light,
Looking for a bed in a deadly heat
Street-cars of fainting desires,
Hunting for shades with bare, empty seats

In a hippie hippie manic pulse

Looney Buns: Ponds of Cheese

Ponds of cheese are where the raging saws and bored horns meet causing mind blending tremors. Here's another cut of twisted electronic dance music infused with urban folk and tribal exotic aura.


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lyrics:

Tell me what's the forecast
What is there before us
Gazing out from nothingness which hides behind the door

Let me see the big screen
Shining when the lights dim
Let me look at curiosities I have never seen

Talking on the phone you are
Fishing in a fondue pot
Talking 'bout the things that please
us by ponds of cheese

Surfing the magnificent ponds of cheese...

What is on the menu
Can you find a brand new
Kind of Camembert that you could nibble with a friend

Tell me what the score is
Racing for a cheap kiss
Playing out those silly games we take too seriously

Surfing the magnificent ponds of cheese...

Looney Buns: Poker Ace

I continue to discover sticky sweet paths of popular music. This time I'm posting a bit of sunshine pop from hell. Electronic drums and a tuba are confronting a synthesizer duo powered by a digital sample guitar and some retro keys here.


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lyrics:

Playing poker with fallen angels
I have found the way out of hell
Cheating with venerable strangers
Bumped my head on the holy bell

Cleaning out my refrigerator
I uncovered a royal flush
Snatched a purse off an alligator
Found some poker chips, but no cash

Hanging on the wire
Shoot me on the phone
Put my ears on fire
With the dial tone
Poke me in the face 'cause
You are poker ace
Hanging on the wire
Poke me in the face

Playing joker for your amusement
I can steal from the queen of hearts
Gambling down in your father's basement
Lost my eye in the game of darts

Wearing crown of the king of clubs I
Sold my heart to the rolling dice
Roll your eyes when you say goodbye and
Let me beg for your pretty lies

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.


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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

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.


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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