The Babylonauts
Eric Serra Lyrics


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It's crazy what we can do with satellite technology
We can now home order a lobotomy from another country
Last but not least we have the key to this old mystery
If extra-terrestrials are green, it's... jealousy
Zappin' on satellite TV
All night long
Nihility hypnotizing me
Zappin' on satellite TV
All night long
The paradise of parasites, to me
So many babylonauts livin' in a plastic age
Silicone women, built-in-baby-bottles, how odd...
So many babylonauts livin' in a plastic age
Anatomic bombs, bottom models high heel shod
Channel five, you suddenly materialise
Naked in a liquid crystal bath
Deep inside a fantasy game
Far beyond vice, hmm... right at the edge of shame
An afflux of bilirubin exceeding everything
The remote controller falls down right under my bed
Donald Duck soft-landing on the moon appears on the screen
The Disney channel logo now in a corner displayed
Zappin' on satellite TV
All night long
Nihility hypnotizing me
Zappin' on a satellite TV
All night long
The paradise of parasites, to me
So many babylonauts livin' in a money age
One man's sorrow is another viewer's joy, how odd...
So many babylonauts livin' in a money age
Not any scruples if a dollar, God superseded by gold
Channel six his Holiness still alive and direct
Mumbles his latest brand new poppycock
Watch out for the judgement day
And in the meantime carry on starving, St. Big Money hears you pray
An afflux of adrenalin blows out all my inner gates
The remote controller in my hand... disintegrates
Switches to commercials
Now I'm a zero if I don't have this ultimate love-letter typewriter
Zappin' on satellite TV
All night long
Nihility hypnotizing me
Zappin' on a satellite TV
All night long
The paradise of parasites, to me
So many babylonauts livin' in a plastic age
Silicone women, built-in-baby-bottles, how odd...




So many babylonauts livin' in a plastic age
Anatomic bombs, bottom models high heel shod

Overall Meaning

The Babylonauts by Eric Serra is a song that delves into the idea of the influence of satellite technology on our lives. The opening lines, "it's crazy what we can do with satellite technology. We can now home order a lobotomy from another country" highlight how technology has made it possible to access services that were once out of reach, even if they may not be desirable or ethical. The song goes on to comment on the culture of consumerism and obsession with television. The line "Zappin' on satellite TV all night long, nihility hypnotizing me" portrays the addictive nature of television, and how it can be a source of emptiness and mindlessness.


The song also examines the idea of artificiality and plasticity in society, with lyrics like "so many babylonauts livin' in a plastic age, silicone women, built-in-baby-bottles, how odd...anatomic bombs, bottom models high heel shod." This seems to be a critique of the obsession with beauty and perfection at the cost of naturalism and authenticity. The lines "one man's sorrow is another viewer's joy, how odd...not any scruples if a dollar, God superseded by gold" suggest that there is a moral decay in society, with people being willing to overlook ethics and morality in the pursuit of wealth and pleasure.


Line by Line Meaning

It's crazy what we can do with satellite technology
The advancements in satellite technology have allowed for some incredible capabilities.


We can now home order a lobotomy from another country
The technology has enabled people to order medical procedures from afar, which is quite unusual and potentially concerning.


Last but not least we have the key to this old mystery
Furthermore, we possess the key to solve a long-standing mystery.


If extra-terrestrials are green, it's... jealousy
The suggestion that people may feel envious of beings from other planets because of their green color, if that were the case, is somewhat absurd.


Zappin' on satellite TV All night long Nihility hypnotizing me Zappin' on satellite TV All night long The paradise of parasites, to me
The artist spends a lot of time watching satellite television and feels captivated and seduced by the broadcasts, which they view as a kind of paradise for people who are wasting their lives away.


So many babylonauts livin' in a plastic age Silicone women, built-in-baby-bottles, how odd...
Many people in this day and age are living in a superficial and artificial world where even women's bodies are designed to look like they come from a plastic factory, which is strange and unsettling.


So many babylonauts livin' in a plastic age Anatomic bombs, bottom models high heel shod
People continue to pursue superficial and artificial ideals, with even sexualized imagery reflecting this desire for the perfect body.


Channel five, you suddenly materialise Naked in a liquid crystal bath Deep inside a fantasy game Far beyond vice, hmm... right at the edge of shame
Through television, it's possible to find oneself in bizarre and surreal situations, often sexual in nature, which are both titillating and disturbing at the same time.


An afflux of bilirubin exceeding everything The remote controller falls down right under my bed Donald Duck soft-landing on the moon appears on the screen The Disney channel logo now in a corner displayed
The artist experiences a flood of emotions, but ultimately loses the remote, and a cartoon plays on the TV as the Disney logo taunts them from the corner of the screen.


So many babylonauts livin' in a money age One man's sorrow is another viewer's joy, how odd...
Many people are caught up in the money-centric values of contemporary society, and often find entertainment in the misfortune of others, which is ironic and uncomfortable.


So many babylonauts livin' in a money age Not any scruples if a dollar, God superseded by gold
People are willing to do almost anything for the sake of money, which has essentially replaced religion and morality as the most important guiding force in society.


Channel six his Holiness still alive and direct Mumbles his latest brand new poppycock Watch out for the judgement day And in the meantime carry on starving, St. Big Money hears you pray
Television continues to perpetuate religious messages that may be more about making money than truly helping people, with many feeling helpless in the face of a potential judgment day and seeking guidance from financial success rather than spiritual fulfillment.


An afflux of adrenalin blows out all my inner gates The remote controller in my hand... disintegrates Switches to commercials Now I'm a zero if I don't have this ultimate love-letter typewriter
The intensity of the television experience causes the singer to lose control, with the remote literally disintegrating in their hand, and advertising ultimately encouraging them to buy things they don't need in order to feel valuable.




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