Εν μέσω “πανδημίας” ο Danny Elfman, μεγαλύτερος κινηματογραφικός συνθέτης του καιρού, κυκλοφορεί το δεύτερο σόλο άλμπουμ του, διπλό cd, με συμμετοχή μελών (Steve Bartek, Warren Fitzgerald – κιθάρες, Marc Mann – κίμπορντς) της διαλυμένης πλέον μπάντας του, Oingo Boingo.
Ακούμε κάποια κομμάτια από το Big Mess + το remix του Squarepusher στο δεύτερο από αυτά.

In the midst of the “pandemic”, Danny Elfman, greatest film composer of our times, releases his second solo album, a double cd, with the collaboration of members (Steve Bartek, Warren Fitzgerald – guitars, Marc Mann – keyboards) of his now disbanded group Oingo Boingo. We listen to some tracks from Big Mess + Squarepusher’s remix of the second one of them.

00:00 Sorry 04:56 We Belong 08:38 In Time 13:05 Better Times

SORRY
(I’m so sorry, sorry)
(I’m so, I’m so sorry)
(I’m so, I’m so, I’m so, I’m so, I’m so)
There isn’t time for revolution
There isn’t time to evolutionize or hide
Those things most precious
Our most precious
Things that got erased, corrupted, infiltrated
I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry
(I’m so, I’m so)
I’m gonna try, I’m gonna try
To get away from your compelling
Mist of lies and misconceptions
No protection, no escape
Where I will never have to see your fucking face
You suffocate me
I can’t breathe while you’re alive
I can’t breathe while you’re alive
You suffocate, you suffocate
And I’m so sorry that I didn’t die
Or just evaporate into a toxic cloud
It’s gonna break, it’s gotta break
It’s made of glass, it’s gonna break
And all the hate that you collected
And infused into protected piles of shit
Glass eyed devotees will flock to your gates
Your house is on fire, your house is on fire
Pull it forward, pull it back
Your eyes are empty, cold and black
We gotta break it, we gotta break it
We gotta break that fucking jack whip
On a broken hip, my life is a joke if I can’t even breathe
Sorry you exist because you suck the fucking air out of my lungs
I am not afraid to die, still alive, still alive
And I won’t let you bury me

WE BELONG
I (I)
Think I know you
(I think I know you)
I (I)
Think I know you
(I think I know you)
We’ve lived
So many lifetimes
And died
So many times
We’ve stared
Into the black sun
And bathed
In all its warmth
We’ve torn
Each other’s hearts out
And drifted without form
And slept beside the river
That gave life to us all
We’ve mourned
Each other’s bodies (each other’s bodies)
We’ve been
Inside the fire (inside the fire)
We’ve touched
The darkest water (darkest water)
And seen
Without our eyes
We belong together
We belong together
We belong together
We belong
We belong

IN TIME
In time we all create ourselves
In time we make our own dominion
We make our homes, we make our hell
We make our paradise as well
Our lives, our tribes, our own religion
We build ourselves a grand illusion
Design our minds to find inclusion
In time it all falls down
Explodes without a sound
Like stars colliding deep in space
In time
In time
In time

BETTER TIMES
Just in time to catch the show you’ve already paid for
Just in time, the spectacle’s about to begin
And everyone’s here that matters
There’s one little hitch, hope you forgive
The chattering monkeys, they broke in, creating some damage
It’s really most unfortunate when they try to ruin perfection
And we’ve got highly trained young men to guarantee protection
To hell with all formalities, let’s toast to mediocrity
‘Cause we’re the ones who safeguard all the keys to the palace
To better times, to better times, to better times
To better times, to better times, to better times
To better times, to better times, to better times
To better times, to better times, to better times
Just in time
The aliens are about to invade us
Time to ride
The freaks are forming their own brigade
But I don’t know why they’re trying, they promised
A splendid big parade that we find terrifying
Those chattering monkeys want to steal the spotlight from the circus
But if you don’t mind, please, ignore them
They really have no purpose
To hell with all formalities, let’s drink to mediocrity
‘Cause we’re the ones who are holding all the keys to the palace
It’s time to take the circus down
And burn the palace to the ground
Take back the keys from the clowns
And raise your glass and toast the little monkeys
To better times, to better times, to better times
To better times, to better times, to better times
To better times, to better times, to better times
To better times, to better times, to better times