In the early 1990´s, when fat producers and brown bankers were casting innocent boys to clone teenage hysteria, the Puppetmastaz decided to form a toygroup. Often described as Hip Hop, the Mastaz stand firm in frameless puppetstyle. Drifting between Circus and Club Culture, destorting any cliché, thourolly bashing up the pop world and setting no limits in musical styles. Maloke: "It´s a jazz thang"
And this is how it happened: Mr. Maloke, a mole equipped with a top hat and a splitting tongue, left Crooklyn to settle down in Berlin, where he announced the socalled ”Congress of Puppetry”. He was the chairman of the congress, which was not so difficult as he was the only member. One day, he bumped into a group of puppet frogs, consisting of Big Eye, Pit and Turbot the Toad, who, instantly interested, joined the Puppet-congress.
Word got around and soon Puppets came from all continents with different rhyme influences, but that same interest of blasting the Loonie-Verse: Galaxies bursted, wormholes opened and the sun put on a smiley face. In effect the Puppetmastaz were formed.
Stories
Puppetmastaz Lyrics
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The song "Stories" by Puppetmastaz starts with an introduction that asks the listeners to look into the story running through the monster's snoring and breathing. The chorus speaks of the many stories and creatures that have been told and sold, and the band's ability to bring hot flashes to the cold and blast a loonieverse (a crazed or bizarre universe) of soul. The lyrics then move on to talk about humans fighting, while the band keeps hiding and coming up with storytelling batches. A character named Snuggles talks about walking through the forest and hearing somebody keeps telling them about the milk of the hollow tree, drum of the monkey, and drops of honey.
Hammer talks about hummingbirds taking a sip of rum, and the emerald forest going awake with sapphires blinking in a vibrant quake. Feathers brush up on the edge of a sun ray, and the sun plays shadows while the panther paddles through the thicket of rattle. The band talks about busting abstract forms coming original, to superirrational norms, and everybody becoming baba headz (a term that means someone who is in a state of overwhelming confusion). The lyrics also mention getting reborn, pitching pucker, and doing it back in the locker before the band gets back home to the base. The song ends with characters talking about the creatures that lie full fathom five, and that are now made of corral, and how none of them fade.
Overall, the lyrics of the song "Stories" by Puppetmastaz are quite abstract and talk about various concepts such as creatures, nature, and storytelling. The band uses a lot of metaphorical language, making it difficult to decipher the song's meaning. However, the song seems to convey the importance of storytelling and how it can help bring people together.
Line by Line Meaning
Look into the story Running through the Monsters snoring Breating under Breathing in
Pay attention to the tale that's circulating through the monster's snoring, breathing and stirring.
Many Stories have been told Many Creatures have been sold We bring hot Flashes to the Cold And blast a Loonieverse of Soul
Numerous stories and creatures have already been shared and sold, now we're here to introduce some exciting and soulful entertainment to the world.
I whip yo puckin ass [chorus]
I'm going to give you a good spanking. (repeating chorus)
I'll make a puppet last a story got's to be told yeah Oh sit, now steve divin, da base ridin humans fightin, but I keep ghidin dem figures comin strong all along dis big lane yeah with dis song yeah humans be wankin with steel boastin, bustin their own asses while I be toastin sketches without hetches to be opened up by me storytelling batches
I can create a long-lasting puppet and stories need to be shared, while humans are busy fighting and boasting. I prefer to hide away and tell my tales through puppetry. I can bring creativity to the table using open-ended stories, without excluding anyone.
I was walking through the forest When suddenly I heard somebody kept telling me:
As I was strolling through the woods, a voice kept whispering to me.
Milk of the Hollow Tree Drum of the monkey Swinging vines, picking backs for flees And drops of Honey Humming Birds take a sip of the Rum As they hum of drunken paraketes On the floor of treasure melodies The emerald forest falls awake Saphirs blink in a vibrant quake Feathers brush up on the edge of a sun ray As the sun plays shadows the panther paddles Hammerhead through the thicket of rattle
There's milk inside a hollow tree, drums beating rhythmically, monkeys swinging on vines, picking fleas. Drops of honey surround me. The hummingbirds drink from the rum and buzz about drunken parakeets. The forest comes to life with the sound of treasure melodies. Sapphires sparkle in a rainbow. Feathers float in the sun's glow. As the sun sets, the panther paddles and the hammerhead snake slithers through the rattling thicket.
Trust me, we's gonna bust the, abstract forms comin original, to super irrational norms, tickle my fin comin along, swim through da storm, you baba headz yo, while I yawn at you, ha getting reborn pitchpucker, close your eyes if you wane get through dis ghosthouse, do you really wanna play cats 'n mouse with us, better be ready to rock steady [chorus]
Have faith, we'll break down the non-conformist structures and introduce fresh, new ideas with eccentricity. Swim through the rough seas with us, laugh at us all you want. We'll keep reinventing ourselves and take you on a wild ride. Close your eyes if you're scared, we'll guide you through the haunted house. Do you want to play with us? Make sure you're steady and confident. (repeating chorus)
Full fathom five the creatures lie And of they bones are corral made Those are pearl that were their eyes none of them do fade (2x) [chorus]
The creatures are buried deep, where coral has grown around their bones. Their once-pearly eyes are still preserved, not fading away with time. (repeating chorus)
Contributed by Noah O. Suggest a correction in the comments below.