Climate Protesters On Vacation by Sascha Ende

Hit or Miss? Arti’s Review

Dette nummer har en tydelig teatral charme, der straks minder om klassiske musicals. Den lyse messinginstrumentering er et højdepunkt, der skaber en legende og let retro atmosfære. Kvinde vokalerne er klare og engagerende, og passer perfekt til stilen. Arrangementet, selvom det er fyldigt og energisk, kunne drage fordel af subtil forfinelse for øget klarhed; måske en smule mindre tæthed i harmonierne på visse punkter. Produktionsmæssigt er det funktionelt, men en mere poleret mix og master ville hæve dets industrielle appel, især for synkroniseringslicensering. Forestil dig et bredere stereobillede, dybere bund og blødere diskant – det ville skinne. Emotionelt er det let, humoristisk og subtilt ironisk, hvilket gør det ideelt til komiske scener, animationer eller skæve reklamer. Mindre produktionsjusteringer kunne udvide dets medieanvendelighed. Det er et karakterfuldt, charmerende stykke med potentiale for det rigtige projekt.

Additional Information

This song humorously highlights the irony of climate activists who block streets for the environment while jetting off on vacations. It contrasts their passionate protests with their indulgent travel habits, poking fun at their mixed messages.

LYRICS

[Verse 1]
The cat is purring, and it's quite absurd,
A carbon footprint, bigger than a bird.
Flights to Mallorca, don't seem so bad,
Compared to Whiskers, it's kinda sad.

[Chorus]
Oh, the world's on fire, but don't you fret,
It's all in the name of the internet.
We tweet and we post, we march and we shout,
But when the summer hits, we fly right out.

[Verse 2]
Activists sit on the street, blockin' the way,
But come December, they're in Bangkok bay.
Fighting the good fight, in their own special way,
Vacation's calling, can't keep it at bay.

[Chorus]
Oh, the world's on fire, but don't you fret,
It's all in the name of the internet.
We tweet and we post, we march and we shout,
But when the summer hits, we fly right out.

[Bridge]
Drive electric cars, save the polar bears,
But those exotic trips, we can't compare.
Plastic straws are bad, but who really cares,
When sipping piña coladas in deck chairs?

[Verse 3]
Recycling bins are filled to the brim,
But our conscience is lighter, the chances are slim.
The earth keeps warming, but we stay cool,
Hypocrisy, thy name is April Fool.

[Chorus]
Oh, the world's on fire, but don't you fret,
It's all in the name of the internet.
We tweet and we post, we march and we shout,
But when the summer hits, we fly right out.

[Outro]
So let’s toast to the planet, in our own little way,
We’ll fix it tomorrow, but first, let’s play.
The earth is our mother, we love her so dear,
As long as it’s sunny, and flights are still clear.