October 22, 2008

Yes, a SLYT music video. But watch this and tell me you don't want to be there playing with them.

Via ectomo.com, were you can find a translation of the lyrics. Which will dissappoint you, so just look at the monkeys.

  • Now is the time on Sprockets...
  • Monkeys! Now with rhythm!
  • I burn my studio, snort the ashes like coke I beat my goldfish, bury him in the yard I burn my digs, everything I have I let go My old life, tastes like weak toast. Roast me a steak of glory, now Peter cooks the finest meat. I am the update, Peter Fox 1.1. I want to turn away, celebrate, but my lake is too small. I grow new rows of teeth like the great white shark. Waxed, doped, polished, brand new teeth. I am euphorized, and have expensive plans. I buy construction equipment, excavators and rollers and cranes. I fall upon Berlin, hit the sirens. I build beautiful speaker towners, bass guitars massage your souls. I’m the wrecking ball for the G-g-g-german scene. Hey, it all shines, so wonderfully new. Hey, if you don’t like it, remake it. The world bedecked in dust, but I want to see where it’s going. Climb up the mountain of filth while fresh wind blows above. Hey, it all shines, so wonderfully new. I’m sick of my old things, and let them rot in a sack Mothball my cloths and then I’ll go shopping naked I am completely rennovated, brides have something to eye In perfect condition, world champion of chess and boxing. Just speak directly now, give me a yes or now. Enough with nonsense, I’ll leave all the old grimaces. If I ever smoke [pot] again, I’ll slam an axe into my leg. I never want to lie again, I want to mean every sentence. My head is exploding, I must change everything. I look for the button, meet the powerful men. Force the country into happiness, buy banks and broadcasters. Everything is running riot, quaking sheep and lambs. I’m better looking than Bono, and I’m a man of the people. Ready to save the world, even if maybe people want that too much. Hey, it all shines, so wonderfully new. Hey, if you don’t like it, remake it. The air here is used up, it’s getting hard to breathe. Bye bye, I’ve gotta get out of here, the walls are getting closer. The world bedecked in dust, but I want to see where it’s going. Climb up the mountain of filth while fresh wind blows above. Hey, it all shines, so wonderfully new.
  • Whoa... I can't say exactly why, but I really, really enjoyed this. Thanks, flagpole. (Sometimes, things just seem more persuasively percussive in German.)