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otarafa: sinetek avrupa@ankara eylül 2004 | butarafa: anyway |
Long live Space Race
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The tiny Eastern European republic of Molvania was disqualified from the
Eurovision Song Contest this year. Zladko “Zlad” Vladcik was to perform his very popular techno- ballad, “Elektronik – Supersonik” - described as “a melodic fusion combining hot disco rhythms with cold war rhetoric”. However, the 23-year-old singer was arrested at Istanbul’s Ataturk International Airport and immediately deported. While Eurovision does not normally test for recreational drugs, unfortunately for Vladcik, Turkish Customs do. On his return, “Zlad” apologised to everyone in Molvania for letting them down, especially his family, his friends and his dealer. Watch: Lyrics (Elektronik - Supersonik) ----- Hey baby, wake up from your asleep. We have arrived unto the future And the whole world is become... Elektronik supersonik Supersonik elektronik Hey baby, ride with me away, We doesn’t have much time, My blue jeans is tight, So onto my love rocket climb. Inside tank of fuel is not fuel, but love. Above us there is nothing above, But the stars, above All systems gone Prepare for down-count 5.. 4.. 3.. 1.. OFF BLAST! Fly away in my space rocket, You no need put money in my pocket The door is closed I just lock it I put my birthplug in your socket The sun in sky is bright like fire. You and me gets higher and higher. Cut communication wire. Only thing can stop us is flat tire. Hey, love crusader. I want to be your space invader. For you I will descend the deepest moon crater. I's more stronger than Darth Vapor. Obey me, I's your new dictator. For you is Venus, I am Mars. With you, I is more richer than all the Czars. Make a wishes on a shooting stars. Then for you I will play on my cosmic guitars. Ladies and Gentlemen, fasten your beltseats. We has commenced our descent. I trust you enjoy this flight as much as you enjoy this accent. Now back on earth is time for down-splash Into sea of eternal glory my spaceship crash People have arrived for to cheer me from near and far And as I float, I open door and shout "I am world's biggest washed up superstar!" As for sure as the sun rises in the West. Of all the singers and poets on Earth, I am the bestest. Come, let me put ring of Jupiter on your finger. Then like a smell around you, I will forever linger. Okay, is time for end. No more will I sing. Let me take you back in time. I want for you to experience Big Bang. Long live Space Race. Long live Molvania
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oha koptum "Molvanîa is a fictional country set in Eastern Europe. It was created by Tom Gleisner, Santo Cilauro, and Rob Stich to parody travel guidebooks. The book Molvania, A Land Untouched By Modern Dentistry describes the country as "the birthplace of the whooping cough" and "owner of Europe's biggest nuclear reactor." |
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otarafa: sinetek avrupa@ankara eylül 2004 | butarafa: anyway |
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