Climate Protesters On Vacation by Sascha Ende

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Esta faixa tem um charme teatral distinto, remetendo instantaneamente a musicais clássicos. A instrumentação de metais brilhante é um destaque, criando uma atmosfera divertida e ligeiramente retrô. Os vocais femininos são claros e envolventes, combinando perfeitamente com o estilo. O arranjo, embora cheio de energia, poderia se beneficiar de um refinamento sutil para maior clareza; talvez um toque menos denso nas harmonias em alguns momentos. Em termos de produção, é funcional, mas uma mixagem e masterização mais polidas aumentariam seu apelo para a indústria, especialmente para licenciamento de sincronização. Imagine uma imagem estéreo mais ampla, graves mais profundos e agudos mais suaves - brilharia. Emocionalmente, é alegre, bem-humorado e sutilmente irônico, tornando-o ideal para cenas cômicas, animações ou anúncios peculiares. Pequenos ajustes na produção poderiam ampliar sua usabilidade na mídia. É uma peça charmosa e cheia de personalidade, com potencial para o projeto certo.

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.