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Orchestra is a Czech alternative group from Sušice, which consists of two members: Martin Vlk (el. violin) and Jiří Plánička (drums). Their music is something between classical music and hardcore.
Also from the UK:
With a pedigree that stretches back over many years, with roots reaching to the 70's and 80's with Electric Light Orchestra, the 90's with ELO Part II and from 2001 to the present as The Orchestra, heralding a continuing era of unparalleled symphonic rock! Following Bev Bevan's retirement at the end of 1999 and their triumphant sell-out concerts at London's Royal Albert Hall and Manchester's Bridgewater Hall, Mik Kaminski, Louis Clark, Kelly Groucutt, Eric Troyer, Parthenon Huxley and the latest recruit Gordon Townsend regrouped as The Orchestra. The new name acknowledged each member's illustrious former membership of the Electric Light Orchestra and/or ELO Part II but also forges ahead a future utilising the spectacular symphonic rock sound for which they are unequalled.
The term might also refer to the Orchestra playing the score or Overture to a Broadway musical. This term is technically inaccurate, being too general. All musicals have an Orchestra playing their Overture. A more accurate description would be to list the name of the composer who wrote the music.
Mambo
Orchestra Lyrics
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Die Sonne brennt, und im Auto ist's heiß
Ein Hupkonzert wie von tausend Trompeten
Ich will zu dir, nun steh ich hier, so 'n Scheiß
Ich drehe schon seit Stunden
Hier so meine Runden
Es trommeln die Motoren
Ich finde keinen Parkplatz
Ich komm' zu spät zu dir, mein Schatz
Sitzt bei Kaffee und Kuchen
Und ich such' hier rum
An jeder Ecke stehen Politessen
Lauern wie Panther, zum Sprung bereit
Hier kannste nicht parken, das kannste vergessen
Haben alles im Griff, weit und breit
Ich drehe schon seit Stunden
Hier so meine Runden
Es trommeln die Motoren
Es dröhnt in meinen Ohren
Ich finde keinen Parkplatz
Ich komm zu spät zu dir, mein Schatz
Witzt bei Kaffee und Kuchen
Und ich such' hier rum
Auto fängt an zu kochen
Der Tanz zu pochen
Werde langsam panisch, klitschnass geschwitzt
Es ist nicht zu fassen
Solch Automassen
Haben die kein Zuhause, ich will zu dir
Ich drehe schon seit Stunden
Hier so meine Runden
Es trommeln die Motoren
Es dröhnt in meinen Ohren
Ich finde keinen Parkplatz
Ich komm zu spät zu dir, mein Schatz
Sitzt bei Kaffee und Kuchen
Und ich such' hier rum
Auto fängt an zu kochen
Der Tanz zu pochen
Werde langsam panisch, klitschnass geschwitzt
Es ist nicht zu fassen
Solch Automassen
Haben die kein Zuhause, ich will zu dir
Ich drehe schon seit Stunden
Hier so meine Runden
Es trommeln die Motoren
Es dröhnt in meinen Ohren
Ich finde keinen Parkplatz
Komm zu spät zu dir, mein Schatz
Sitzt bei Kaffee und Kuchen
Und ich such' hier rum
Drehe schon seit Stunden
Hier so meine Runden
Trommeln die Motoren
Es dröhnt in meinen Ohren
Ich finde keinen Parkplatz
Komm zu spät zu dir, mein Schatz
Bei Kaffee und Kuchen
Und ich such' hier rum
„Vielen Dank
Sascha, danke“
The lyrics of Orchestra's song "Mambo" depict a frustrating experience of being stuck in traffic and struggling to find a parking spot. The singer expresses their dislike for being late, especially in the hot car with the scorching sun above. The honking horns create a chaotic symphony, resembling a thousand trumpets, adding to their frustration.
The singer has been driving around for hours, feeling trapped in a cycle of searching for a parking spot. The noise of the engines and horns are overwhelming, causing a deafening sound in their ears. Despite their efforts, they cannot find a parking spot, making them late to meet their loved one who is enjoying coffee and cake somewhere else.
The presence of parking enforcement officers at every corner, ready to pounce like panthers, further aggravates the situation. It seems impossible to find a parking spot due to the strict regulations in place. The authorities have complete control over the parking situation, making it difficult for the singer to reach their destination.
The frustration escalates as the car starts overheating, symbolizing the singer's increasing anxiety. The chaotic dance of the traffic becomes more intense, and they start to panic, becoming drenched in sweat. The singer questions the seemingly endless stream of cars, wondering why people don't have homes to go to. All they want is to be with their loved one but are hindered by the overwhelming traffic situation.
In summary, the lyrics of "Mambo" portray the stressful experience of being stuck in traffic and unable to find a parking spot. The singer's frustration and desperation to reach their destination, where their loved one awaits, is vividly expressed through the imagery of the scorching sun, honking horns, and overpowering noise of engines. The song captures the feeling of being trapped in a never-ending cycle of searching and portrays the strict parking regulations that hinder their progress.
Line by Line Meaning
Ich hass' nichts mehr, als mich zu verspäten
I hate nothing more than being late
Die Sonne brennt, und im Auto ist's heiß
The sun is scorching, and it's hot in the car
Ein Hupkonzert wie von tausend Trompeten
A honking concert like a thousand trumpets
Ich will zu dir, nun steh ich hier, so 'n Scheiß
I want to be with you, but here I am, such a mess
Ich drehe schon seit Stunden
I've been driving around for hours
Hier so meine Runden
Taking my rounds here
Es trommeln die Motoren
The engines are roaring
Es dröhnt in meinen Ohren
It's booming in my ears
Ich finde keinen Parkplatz
I can't find a parking spot
Ich komm' zu spät zu dir, mein Schatz
I'm coming late to you, my darling
Sitzt bei Kaffee und Kuchen
Sitting with coffee and cake
Und ich such' hier rum
And I'm searching around here
An jeder Ecke stehen Politessen
Traffic wardens are standing on every corner
Lauern wie Panther, zum Sprung bereit
Lurking like panthers, ready to pounce
Hier kannste nicht parken, das kannste vergessen
You can't park here, forget about it
Haben alles im Griff, weit und breit
They have everything under control, far and wide
Auto fängt an zu kochen
The car starts to boil
Der Tanz zu pochen
The dance of pounding
Werde langsam panisch, klitschnass geschwitzt
I'm slowly panicking, soaking wet with sweat
Es ist nicht zu fassen
It's unbelievable
Solch Automassen
Such a crowd of cars
Haben die kein Zuhause, ich will zu dir
Don't they have a home? I want to be with you
Drehe schon seit Stunden
I've been turning around for hours
Trommeln die Motoren
The engines are drumming
Es dröhnt in meinen Ohren
It's booming in my ears
Komm zu spät zu dir, mein Schatz
I come late to you, my darling
Bei Kaffee und Kuchen
With coffee and cake
Und ich such' hier rum
And I'm searching around here
„Vielen Dank
Thank you very much
Sascha, danke“
Sascha, thank you
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Herbert Groenemeyer
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@OliverHarrington
This is the side of orchestral concerts that nobody knows exists - when Dudamel and a bunch of Venezuelans get together and play Leonard Bernstein, it becomes a giant party.
@Mark64W
Well said Sir . Concerts like this need more exposure to make young people to take an interest in learning to play an instrument , and the general public to attend concerts .
@stevennaylor3900
Holy moly, I don't know if I've ever seen so much energy in an orchestra go off at once like that. That had more energy than a million Red Bulls!!!!
@Kenikex
That's when you mix in the Latino flavor. :) That's what we bring to the table.
@SG-2999G
Bravo!
@klop4228
And much better energy, too
@pilarg.rodriguez7919
That's exactly the way we are...sabor latino!
@kristenacaroline8821
dude literally. pure chaos
@putzgadol
I love the response of the audience
@juanmunoz8874
Most of latinos are like that☺