ZooMoody Gaslights

A little Gaslight experiment with the sounds of Zooropa

[Appended with some unremarkable, unrelated silly Umbrellas]

(what do you want?)
(what do you want?)

Zooropa…vorsprung durch technik
Zooropa…be all that you can be
Be a winner
Eat to get slimmer

Zooropa...a bluer kind of white  Zooropa...it could be yours tonight  We're mild and green  And squeaky clean

Zooropa…a bluer kind of white
Zooropa…it could be yours tonight
We’re mild and green
And squeaky clean

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Zooropa…better by design
Zooropa…fly the friendly skies
Through appliance of science
We’ve got that ring of confidence

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And I have no compass
And I have no map
And I have no reasons
No reasons to get back  
And I have no religion
And I don’t know what’s what
And I don’t know the limit
The limit of what we’ve got

You must hit play while reading along to the captions, silly

Don't worry baby, it'll be alright  You got the right shoes  To get you through the night  It's cold outside, but brightly lit  Skip the subway  Let's go to the overground  Get your head out of the mud baby  Put flowers in the mud baby  Overground

Don’t worry baby, it’ll be alright
You got the right shoes
To get you through the night
It’s cold outside, but brightly lit
Skip the subway
Let’s go to the overground
Get your head out of the mud baby
Put flowers in the mud baby
Overground

No particular place names  No particular song  I've been hiding  What am I hiding from

No particular place names
No particular song
I’ve been hiding
What am I hiding from

Don't worry baby, it's gonna be alright  Uncertainty can be a guiding light  I hear voices, ridiculous voices  Out in the slipstream  Let's go, let's go overground  Take your head out of the mud baby

Don’t worry baby, it’s gonna be alright
Uncertainty can be a guiding light
I hear voices, ridiculous voices
Out in the slipstream
Let’s go, let’s go overground
Take your head out of the mud baby

She's gonna dream up  The world she wants to live in  She's gonna dream out loud  She's gonna dream out loud  Dream out loud

She’s gonna dream up
The world she wants to live in
She’s gonna dream out loud
She’s gonna dream out loud
Dream out loud


And now for some more ridiculous Umbrellas

α…If someone were to pose the inane question to me: which victim is more to be lamented, a girl who is seduced by a Don Juan type or by a Faust, I must admit that there really can be no comparisonthe one seduced by a Faust is utterly lost.  Thus it is very profound indeed that the legend logs 1,003 in Don Juan’s little black book; Faust has only one, but she is also crushed on an entirely different scale.  A girl seduced by a Don Juan still has the world of Spirit before her certainly; but a girl who is seduced by a Faust, well…for her even that is poisoned… Ω


α…And as you once so very wittily observed, when the idea of society truly ascends, communication will become so deeply intense that even to the most observant, the human race will morph into a vast single cyber-ocean where it will be impossible to distinguish the hordes of infusoria who previously formed little unique pockets of isolated floating existences.  Oooo! my latest ‘AP’ just notified me again… Ω

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α…I’ve had little to win or to lose in association with the ordinary lump of humanity, partly because what they all averthis so called extraordinary lifelife which appears fairly prevalent in the whole cyber era, is manifest also in the biggest of things; whereas the past ages built works before which the observer must stand by himself in complete awe and silence; now they build a ‘cloud’  and everyone swears at once in bold-faced font they wear a cape too!  Yes, almost before a child gets time to admire the singular beauty of a plant or some animal, it demands: But is it extraordinary?This does not interest me much, its hard to realize the spiritual and deeper currents in man while claiming to one-up the next cyber-mountain-climber… Ω


[An imaginary construction of a one way chat directed at a silent Aesthete]

α…It is okay, one might say, that you cannot allow yourself to be satisfied with such a mundane and ordinary life, that your ravenous hunger for pleasure cannot be satisfied by thatbut is it more satisfied by the satiety that comes almost in the very moment of pleasure. The satiety you experienced in the same instant you embraced the pleasure?… Ω

α…but wanting to construct imaginatively is really quite futile.  You know how Musäus’s Rubezahl was tricked by his captive young princess who sent him to the fields to count turnips; he never finished, you see, and she got clean awaybut he is the very likeness of you, who like him in a certain sense is very clever, in another extremely stupid.you become fooled out of life… Ω

rubezahl_and_the_princess

α…If you happen by a young woman who had become terribly unhappy in love, you do not hesitate to IM with her and tell her the contents of her life in the form of fairy tales.Heaven help that young woman!… Ω

α…But is it any better really, then…then the perspective in which you see every joy vanish with a swift fleeting sigh?  Whenever you see a young woman, you immediately become very anxious because it seems to you as if this were her happy moment that will never descend upon her again… Ω

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tete de femme

α…On cyber status updates, generally it is regarded as the ultimate wisdom of life to live each moment as if one were teetering over the very precipice of death.  I knew a woman on Facebook once who became very unhappy precisely because she continually believed that she would diethis poor status-conscious lady robbed herself of all patience to live… Ω

α…I’ve heard it explained that man’s walking is a constant falling.  This, one might say, is even more the case  with his running; he is continually prevented from falling by a new fall.  So it is with you; you lack the firm posture of a devoted life view, and therefore you cannot stand but, oh boy, can you ever run… Ω


α…She’s crossing the Rubicon!  No doubt this road takes her into battle, but she will not renounce her decision.  She will not lament the pastwhy lament?  She will not waste time in regrets, like the girl stuck in a mire and first figuring-out how far she has sunk—all the while she is sinking still deeper.  No, She will hurry along the path she found and shout to everyone she meets:  Do not look back as Lot’s wife did, but remember that we are running up a hill… Ω