Absurdance

by Looney Buns

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1.
02:34
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
2.
03:13
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
3.
04:19
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...
4.
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
5.
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
6.
04:01
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
7.
05:19
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
8.
04:09
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
9.
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
10.
03:03
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
11.
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
12.
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
13.
03:45
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 [...] Looking for invisible Road that leads to deep space Pulling undetachable strings to link the nights with days
14.
03:10
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...

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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 May 3, 2011

Looney Buns

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