Absurdance
by Looney Buns
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Digital Album
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Crazy Girl
02:34
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Poker Ace
03:13
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Full Moon
04:19
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Ice Cream in the Sun
03:52
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Dessert Rats
04:01
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Soda Pop
05:19
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Sailor Songs
04:09
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Holidays in the Sand
03:21
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Bubblegum
03:03
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Ponds of Cheese
03:38
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Deep Space
03:45
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Hard Beep
03:10
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about
This is futuristic retro, experimental dance pop music, a hybrid made of disco, folk, electronic, psychedelic, cosmic dance, circus muzak, space pop, bubblegum kitsch, candy avantgarde and many ingredients that simply evade description.
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released 03 May 2011
Looney Buns
Looney Buns
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- Track Name: Crazy Girl
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I know a crazy girl, I know a crazy girl
Now she lives up the ceiling, then she lives down the stairs
I know a crazy girl, I know a crazy girl
She's lost all of her marbles, but then she's found a pearl
I know a crazy girl, I know a crazy girl
She likes Bollywood movies, she likes books of Husserl
I know a crazy girl, I know a crazy girl
She likes to dress in circles, she likes to walk on squares - Track Name: Poker Ace
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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 - Track Name: Full Moon
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I'm staring at the ceiling watching shadows come and go
I feel the moon is reeling in the ketchup rodeo
I am putting some tzatziki on a chili pie
I feel like I am panicking but I don't know why
As the full moon is drawing a circle across the sky
I'm looking at the city turning flashlights on and off
Feel the night's turning pretty sour stroganoff
See the red lights blinking from a roof of a car
As the blood is inking the lips of a popcorn star
As the full moon is drawing a circle across the sky
The full moon is out to play tonight... - Track Name: Ice Cream in the Sun
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Pick a stick and dog a walk
Shaking hands, laughing friends, clothing brands, sock
Fix your face with magic goo
Wait for the dream to come true
Clouds are on the run
Flies play with the fan
Ice cream in the sun
Melting on a cinnamon bun
Search the bed to find the clue
Sleepy head, eyes are red, cockroach's dead, shoe
Clean the beach and wait for snow
Play a divertimento
Fries fry on the pan
Blaze is set to stun
Ice cream in the sun
Chasing darker shade of the tan
Blue is high and green is low
Break the fence, make no sense, absurdance, go
Dutch to fly and French for fries
Swiss to whip the cream on the ice
Fries fry on the pan
Sun sets in Japan
Ice cream on the run
Chasing darker shade of the tan - Track Name: Hippie Hippie Manic Pulse
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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 - Track Name: Dessert Rats
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Walking through the door of the optimistic enhancements
I 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 - Track Name: Soda Pop
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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 - Track Name: Sailor Songs
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Breaking a glass in search for a drink
Smashed into pieces, glittering in the sink
Wet paper boat for a thirsty throat
Singing dirty sailor songs by the fire
Putting sun oil on a paper plane
Drowning in hope that it will fly in the rain
Building a shed on a water bed
Singing dirty sailor songs by the fire
My life among the machines
Is defined by the quality of my dreams
Sailing through electric seas
The weather's bad and the rigging is Chinese
Running away on a paper train
Time's passing by, but everything looks the same
Sleeping through days for the nights to waste
Singing dirty sailor songs by the fire
The tide is getting high, the winds are howling
The waves are crashing on the edge of my bed
The air is getting thick, the water's boiling
The tide is getting high, in my clogged up sink - Track Name: Holidays in the Sand
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Out in the open field without an end of endless crowd
Taking a color photo of myself, as I'm laughing out loud
Looking for an empty chat
I don't know who I'm staring at
Holidays in a dry cyclone
Rambling through sand blurry breeze
I don't know where my ferry is
And my smile is dry to the bone
Charming glamorous biped, looking at the joy ahead
Smashing pillows in a bed of high libido
Running after salty taste of grains of sand on pretty face
To break apart an ancient vase, like fine torpedo - Track Name: Bubblegum
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I bend my jaw on a u-turn, I'm never gonna learn that
You can't chew bubblegum on the run
I get sunburns under my skin, I'm never gonna win
The sun is in the sky
Working on my tan, I grow bubbles from a gum
I start to feel I'm getting somewhere
Chewing bubblegum, while I work hard on my tan
I start to feel I'm getting somewhere
I feed jellyfish with my feet, while the sea spits on my seat
My hand easily blend with the sand
I grew bubbles out of my dreams, they played in opposite teams
I wonder who has won
Working on my tan...
Bang, bang, bang!
I play softly with a big gun, mouthful of pink bubblegum
The bubble's gonna pop - Track Name: Ponds of Cheese
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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 - Track Name: Are You Down for Getting Up?
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Are you down for getting up?
Are you up for getting down?
Are you down for getting high?
Or are you too high for getting up?
I wanna hop over your hip,
I wanna dance around your hut,
I wanna pimp-up my hat
And walk around the block
Are you down for getting up?
Are you up for getting down?
Are you down for getting high?
Or are you too high for getting up?
I wanna bump over your hut
I wanna beep over your hip
I'm gonna pimp-up my horse
And ride into your heart, lalala - Track Name: Deep Space
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Nebula of strange colors transforming cosmic waves
Is hunting down solar photons in constant chase
Shimmering on the ceiling reflecting on the floor
Amplifies the feeling that I was waiting for
Molecules floating into outer space
Particles scouting for the impossible ways
To look for a reason to clear the hatch to deep space
Looking at invisible doors to secret state of grace
Escaping space distortions, when warning lights turn red
I approach with caution the border of my bed
Hiding behind the sun rays, riding a moonlight storm
Heading into deep space, I feel empty and worn
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Looking for invisible Road that leads to deep space
Pulling undetachable strings to link the nights with days - Track Name: Hard Beep
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Sine waves animate my feelings
Refined by flutter industry
Square games determine my thinking
Internally shorting my pins
Hard beep outruns my heart beat, each lap
Blinking lights deface my vision
It's clear, but I can't see a thing
Hard beep...
