Thursday, November 13, 2008

TIGF!!! The best techno song about the plight of sperm ever.

"Tryouts For the Human Race".
(Ron & Russell Mael, Giorgio Moroder)

We're just a gleam in lover's eyes, steam on sweaty bodies in the night
One of us might make it through, the rest will disappear like dew
Pressure building, gettin' hot, give it, give it, give it all you got
When that love explosion comes, my, oh my, we want to be someone

CHORUS
Tryouts for the human race, from Burlington to Bonn
Ah, we are a quarter billion strong
Tryouts for the human race, from twilight time 'til dawn
We just want to be someone

We're the future and the past, we're the only way you're gonna last
We're just pawns in a funny game, tiny actors in the oldest play
It's an angry sea we face, just to get the chance to join the race
Gotta make it, gotta try, gotta get the chance to live and die

CHORUS

We must, we must, we must leave from here
We must, we must, we must, we must leave from here
Gotta make our play, gotta get away
Gotta make our play, gotta get away
Gotta make our play, gotta get away
Gotta make our play
Let us out of here, let us out of here, let us out of here

We just want to feel the sun and be your little daughter or your son
We're just words that lovers use, words that light that automatic fuse
When that love explosion comes, my, oh my, we want to be someone
CHORUS

6 comments:

NYD said...

Makes me proud to be male. YEAH!

Chris said...

Heh-They actually managed to work "love explosion" into a lyric.

The Grunt said...

NYD~ Doesn't it though?

Chris~ Now we know where Borat got it from.

Julie Schuler said...

Sperm. Those are only half a someone. You never hear women anthropomorphizing their ova like that. Wonder why?

It took me six tries to write "anthropomorphizing" this morning.

Christielli said...

LOL Are you aware that I've been spending the last month of my life teaching a unit about cells/reproduction to two classes of grade 9s? Yah, so this is especially funny for me.

The Grunt said...

Julie~ I have lots of mornings like that.

Christielli~ Well, I'm glad that you get that honor. You don't have to get into the blow by blow, I suppose.