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The Auckland National Anthem
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vostok lake synth comedy
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Melodramatic electroclash with a few Keith Emerson solos thrown in
VOSTOK LAKE is an exponent of "portable techno-folk for the 21st century" hailing from Auckland, New Zealand. VOSTOK LAKE is a culturally revolutionary organisation aiming to supersede and replace guitar-based rock music altogether. VOSTOK LAKE's musical style is a careful balance of 80's-style beats, prog-rock inspired keyboard pyrotechnics and carefully crafted lyrical hand-grenades. Some songs deal with contemporary politics. Others tell stories of angst, comedy and high weirdness. Kelkaj estas en la internacia lingvo Esperanto.
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Genre
Electronic • Electro
Charts
Peak #1,183
Peak in subgenre #70
Author
Daphne Lawless
Rights
2008
Uploaded
June 07, 2008
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MP3 4.1 MB • 128 kbps • 4:27
Story behind the song
Auckland is New Zealand's biggest and most vibrant city. It also has several terrible infrastructural and social problems, which Aucklanders apparently prefer to whinge about than do anything to fix.
Lyrics
The weather’s too hot And the weather’s too wet And the buildings are leaky Not remedied yet And we’re ruled by a council That’s warped and insane Who we voted for last time And will do again It’s so multicultural Open till late But we hate and fear people Whose English ain't great We worry our town Will turn into Shanghai We want to pretend That it’s still ‘59 And this is why we live in Auckland The beautiful city of sails Cause we don’t have the money for Melbourne And the rest of this country just fails. The traffic’s atrocious Makes us rip out our hair But we still persist taking Our cars everywhere And the crime is pernicious Young people these days Are savages, lurking With murderous gaze The rich folk drive Porsches Up volcanic hills The poor folk in gullies Are blamed for their ills The white trash out Westwards Cause us distress The brown folks down South Have to clean up our mess And this is why we live in Auckland The beautiful city of sails Cause we don’t have the money for London And the rest of this country just fails. We sneer with contempt At those south of Bombay Those ignorant rednecks Just wasting away Our city’s superior Second to none We’d boast of its virtues If we thought of one Why don’t they just move To some tiny cell In a motorway suburb Of our private hell? We’ll move to Orewa To give them some room And if they come closer Then we’ll just keep moving Yes, everybody come to Auckland The beautiful city of sails If you don’t have the money for Queenstown Cause the rest of this country just fails.
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