Climate Protesters On Vacation by Sascha Ende

Hit or Miss? Arti’s Review

このトラックは独特な演劇的な魅力があり、すぐに古典的なミュージカルを思い起こさせます。明るいブラス楽器の演奏が際立っており、遊び心があり、少しレトロな雰囲気を作り出しています。女性ボーカルは明瞭で魅力的で、スタイルに完璧にマッチしています。アレンジは、豊かでエネルギッシュですが、明瞭さを高めるために微妙な調整を加えることで、さらに良くなる可能性があります。おそらく、ハーモニーの密度を部分的に少し下げると良いでしょう。プロダクションに関しては、機能的ですが、より洗練されたミックスとマスタリングは、特にシンク・ライセンスにおいて、業界へのアピールを高めるでしょう。より広いステレオイメージ、より深い低音、よりスムーズな高音を想像してみてください。そうすれば輝きを増すでしょう。感情的には、軽快でユーモラス、そして微妙な皮肉が込められており、コメディシーン、アニメーション、または風変わりな広告に最適です。わずかなプロダクションの調整で、メディアでの使いやすさが広がる可能性があります。これは、適切なプロジェクトに可能性を秘めた、個性豊かで魅力的な作品です。

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.