Finn Seliger - Huzzah! - 16 songs (Deponia OST) [English] | Текст песни

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• Huzzah! - 16 songs (Deponia OST) [English]

It's kind of pathetic
You get all erratic
About dirty dishes congesting the sink.
I'm tired of your bothers
Remember our fathers
They dwelled in a world filled with rubbish and stink.
But when all hopes was lost
Someone raise from the dust
He was handsome and cunning his haircut had style.
Courage was shining in his eyes
As he said screw you guys
Mind your own business I'm off now goodbye.
Huzzah he's off now goodbye.

Now as it is written
Our hero was smitten
And rescued the maiden from impending doom.
On a horse made of steel
Evil guys on his heels
He rode with the girl into dawn's early gloom.
She awoke by his kiss
Well at least more or less
And the whole part concerning the uppercut scare.
Can be pinned at least to some extent
On her damaged brain implant
Anyway in the big picture who's gonna care?
Huzzah, who is gonna care?

Historians would die for
A way to decipher
Apparently missing text passages here.
They still found no reasons
Why scratches and lesions
Related to goal subsequently appear.
But then why should it bother you
For he finally managed to
Haul her more or less unharmed to the rendezvous spot.
Without expecting any pay
Except for the reward but hey
It's all about the context so get on with the plot.
Huzzah get on with the plot!

Now look at you startled
The brain implant cartridge
Has not been swapped which was all part of the plan.
A world has been rescued
That he did detest who'd
Have guessed I attest you'd have done just the same.
So if you still want to force
Me to do stupid chores
Like washing the dishes
Do the trash and such you'll
Just prove that you haven't paid
Attention to what I said
The message at core is ... like... erm...
Huzzah... as a rule

You're being pathetic
Again about acrid
Bacteria in the fridge it's getting boring
But packing bags due to
Dirty socks I threw to
The lampshade's rim borders on unadorned scorn
Didn't I explicate it
Are you still not persuaded
Is grass growing on your tympanic membrane
Remember? Deponia
Self-sacrifices and bla
Gosh! Now I've to start all over again
Huzzah! All over again!

Only the most epic
Tales feature cool depic-
tions of sawblades crushed into cable boat walls
The attempt though a blunt stunt
Affected Goals implant
Which surely can't be blamed on Rufus at all
Reckoning up the sum
The best was yet to come
For the end of part one seemed a little too coarse
To amend we'll send Rufus to attend
A second chance for a decent happy-end-
ing: a grand fling with dancing and booze and so forth
Huzzah! With booze and so forth!

Malevolent karma
So close to the dramas
Catharsis fresh doubts with her caused disarray
And she left him behind
Though still not in one mind
Planning to reunite with her fierce fiance
But if you think it's time
For Rufus to resign
So close to the finish line you don't know him at all
For heroes gather momentum
On the brink of armageddon
Enthralled by the squall they'll put balls to the wall
Huzzah! Put balls to the wall!

Left in the lurch
On the verge of the purge
Their search for the submerge was brought to a halt
They stopped donna goals spins
With torpedo dolphins
And finally hope glints I cannot exault
How outstandingly aced
He was dragged to the base
Now the bell for the last round was about to chime
The showdown was imminent
And if not I apprehend
The chorus guys will have to work overtime
Huzzah! We'll work ... overtime ... ?

Argus plan went awry
And: end of the story
You have to admit you enjoyed it a bit
And now you saw reason
Dump your egot-ea-sm
And weigh it against the public benefit
Because close to the bone is
Where you need cojones
And platypusses and memberships to opposing underground organisa-
tions so do unpack the bag
Now it's anyway way too late to sack
Me and secondly where am I gonna stay
Huzzah! Let's hope far away!

So this is the third strike,
You're dumping me just like
A trashbag and why? just because of some must-
ard on the carpet,
You pathetic dorkhead
I assume that your humor did just bite the dust.
But this isn't over yet!
Yeah you can bet on that
The last part of my tale will surely appease
And change your mind anyhow
Turn on your deaf aid now,
The story goes on, for good things come in threes.
Huzzah – good things come in threes!

So the cutter struck sails,
Wrecked as Toni's mum's scales
And of as much avail for the long road ahead.
Still the mood in the group
Was just super woop-e-doop yeah,
Except that they slowly grew ripe for the bed,
For they knew that they would
Have to go on by foot.
No problem for such a walk is all the less
Stressfull if you sing along
With a motivating song.
And to emphasize this I'll flood the cabin of the chorus guys with helium gas.
Huzzah – with helium gas!

Before a champ decamps
To adventure and enters
The lion's den he attends an obscure
Purification ritual
That's a habitual Narrative rule – look it up, it's for sure!
Polished to utmost cleanliness
And dressed up as his nemesis,
He chose backed by Goal to go out on a limb.
And that they had to leave their friends of old
Out in the cold was basically their own fault!
Advance, never halt!
Because brakes are for wimps.
Huzzah - because brakes are for wimps!

Regardings Goals death
And the loss of the As-
cension codes, I'll desist from my usual bon mots. Things were in a mess,
The tightness in his chest
Was no less as big as the colossus of Rhodes.
As he fell from the skies
His life flashed before his eyes,
Bereft of hope no courage left to pluck up,
He did finally comprehend
This was the definite end,
Game over this time, he completely f*cked up
Huzzah – he completely f*cked up!

Rufus a clone? Wow!
Well whaddayouknow now,
That's mind-boggling news, but I'm sure you can cope.
Just put on your slickers
And hitch up your knickers,
For once more there flickers a speckle of hope.
Where things do look black
You need someone to check
On the bulbs at the tunnel's end and if by hap
It turns out to be a cloning lab,
You can prep for a quantum step,
For three times the Rufus is three times the jab.
Huzzah - three times the crap!

The final maneuver
Proved as a move no more
Nuts as any other plan there was at hand.
A perfect occasion
For a contemplation
Of all the events and the writer's intent.
It may seem safe to say
That Rufus's way
For saving the day is a little snafu,
But when shit hits the fan Is when a decent man's plan
Will dwindle deeper as ever a diver with a scuba did do
Huzzah - with a scoob a dee doo!

I'm closing my case.
There's nothing left to say.
Any last questions? ... yeah ... I'll take that as a no.
But if you feel battered,
Your whole world is shattered,
I may have a helpful suggestion for you:
Just grab your harmonica
Sing about Deponia
And Rufus's dream of a life more ideal
And the fact that sometimes there may
Be just one last chance to save the day
And that's to let go and if that's so ... I'm off now for real!
Huzzah - he's off now for real!

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