Climate Protesters On Vacation by Sascha Ende

Hit or Miss? Arti’s Review

Ce morceau possède un charme théâtral distinct, rappelant instantanément les comédies musicales classiques. Les cuivres brillants sont un atout majeur, créant une atmosphère enjouée et légèrement rétro. La voix féminine est claire et engageante, parfaitement adaptée au style. L'arrangement, bien que riche et énergique, gagnerait à être subtilement affiné pour une meilleure clarté ; peut-être un peu moins de densité dans les harmonies à certains moments. En termes de production, c'est fonctionnel, mais un mixage et un mastering plus soignés renforceraient son attrait pour l'industrie, en particulier pour les licences de synchronisation. Imaginez une image stéréo plus large, des basses plus profondes et des aigus plus doux : il rayonnerait. Émotionnellement, il est léger, humoristique et subtilement ironique, ce qui le rend idéal pour les scènes comiques, les animations ou les publicités décalées. De légères modifications de production pourraient élargir son utilisation dans les médias. C'est une pièce de caractère, charmante, avec un potentiel pour le bon projet.

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.