1) A mononym of Aurelio V… Read Full Bio ↴Voltaire is a name of at least three acts:
1) A mononym of Aurelio Voltaire Hernández (b. 1967, Havana, Cuba), a singer/songwriter whose music has its roots deeply embedded in European folk and also has influences from the gothic scene. He has also been directing commercials and animating short films for ten years, the best known of these are his Hieronymus Bosch-inspired station MTV IDs.
Inspired by the films of Ray Harryhausen (Jason and the Argonauts, The 7th Voyage of Sinbad), Voltaire began animating at the age of ten on a super8 camera. By piecing together snippets of information from fanzines, he eventually was able to teach himself how to make foam rubber animation models and animate them. The films of his childhood landed him his first directing job in 1988 with MTV. The stop-motion tour of the hellish Garden of Earthly Delights won several awards.
He also teaches stop-motion animation at the School of Visual Arts in New York City.
He also wrote the song "BRAINS!" for the Cartoon Network show "Grim and Evil" which has since split into two separate shows (The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy, Evil Con Carne) and the song can also be found on his album "Boo Hoo".
An avid fan of Star Trek, Voltaire frequently attends conventions and released a four track E.P. called "Banned on Vulcan". It was a set of comedy recordings poking fun at characters from the show.
He often takes part in Adventure Quest Worlds special musical events in which he is drawn incredibly well!
Discography:
The Devil's Bris (1998)
Almost Human (2000)
Boo Hoo (2002)
Then and Again (2004)
Ooky Spooky (2007)
To the Bottom of the Sea (2008)
Hate Lives in a Small Town (2010)
Riding a Black Unicorn Down the Side of an Erupting Volcano While Drinking from a Chalice Filled with the Laughter of Small Children (2011)
BiTrektual (2012)
Raised by Bats (2014)
Heart-Shaped Wound (2017)
What Are the Oddz? (2019)
The Black Labyrinth (TBD)
2) A German indie rock group from Bonn, too. They were founded in 2003 by Roland Meyer de Voltaire, who is the singer, songwriter and producer of the band. Their discography includes one EP and two albums, called "Heute ist jeder Tag" (2006) and "Das letzte bisschen Etikette" (2009).
Sites: Voltaire-Musik.De (official)
3) A Polish punk rock band who have released two albums.
4) An 18th-century French writer and philosopher, who might be scrobbled by people listening to audiobooks of his works.
Happy Birthday
Voltaire Lyrics
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Happy Birthday my olde friend.
It seems this horror show will never end.
Any moment's your last breath,
Here is to another day closer to death.
The cake is on the table,
'Cause there's so many candles on top.
But you are so decrepit,
Your chest so tight,
When you blow them out your lungs are gonna pop.
You cannot complain
Each time you feel a pain,
Though you have arthritis and gout.
'Cause when you start kvetching,
All your teeth fall out.
So have another cigarette,
Have another beer,
Raise your glass to one more year. (GONE!)
Happy Birthday my olde friend.
It seems this horror show will never end.
Any moment's your last breath,
Here is to another day closer to death.
Your skin is so worn out and old,
All over your body it's sagging.
Especially loose is your old caboose,
You're dragging it behind you in a wagon.
Well, you're an alcoholic,
And you're blind and deaf,
And you have Alzheimer's I bet.
You're too old to remember,
But you're too drunk to forget.
So have another cigarette,
Have another beer,
Raise your glass to one more year. (GONE!)
Happy Birthday my olde friend.
It seems this horror show will never end.
Any moment's your last breath,
Here is to another day closer to death.
You're so old you smell like dust,
And now your bones begin to rust.
See that face, it's full of wrinkles.
So have another cigarette,
Have another beer,
Raise that chair to one more year. (RAISE!)
Happy Birthday my olde friend.
It seems this horror show will never end.
Any moment's your last breath,
Here is to another day closer to death.
Happy Birthday my olde friend.
It seems this horror show will never end.
Any moment's your last breath,
Here is to another day closer to
Your
Sweet
Death
The song "Happy Birthday" by Voltaire is a sarcastic and humorous take on aging and the inevitability of death. The opening line, "Grab the chair, boys! We've got another bucket kicker!" sets the tone for the song and establishes the dark humor that runs throughout. The lyrics paint a picture of an elderly friend celebrating yet another year of life, despite their physical and mental deterioration. The song pokes fun at various aspects of aging, including the accumulation of candles on the birthday cake, the onset of physical ailments like arthritis and gout, and the effects of alcoholism and memory loss. Despite the seemingly bleak subject matter, the song still manages to end on a somewhat uplifting note, with a nod towards the eventual release that death may bring.
Line by Line Meaning
Grab the chair, boys! We've got another bucket kicker!
Let's celebrate another year of life for our friend, even though we know that death is always close.
Happy Birthday my olde friend.
Congratulations on your birthday, old friend.
It seems this horror show will never end.
Life can be difficult and unpleasant.
Any moment's your last breath,
Death can come at any moment.
Here is to another day closer to death.
Let's celebrate the fact that we are still alive, even though we are one day closer to dying.
The cake is on the table,
Let's eat cake!
And it is awfully bright,
The cake has a lot of candles.
'Cause there's so many candles on top.
There are too many candles on the cake to count.
But you are so decrepit,
You're old and frail.
Your chest so tight,
It's hard for you to breathe.
When you blow them out your lungs are gonna pop.
Blowing out the candles will be very difficult for you.
You cannot complain
Don't complain.
Each time you feel a pain,
Pain is inevitable.
Though you have arthritis and gout.
Despite your health issues.
'Cause when you start kvetching,
Because if you start complaining.
All your teeth fall out.
You'll lose your teeth from all the complaining.
So have another cigarette,
Smoke another cigarette.
Have another beer,
Drink another beer.
Raise your glass to one more year. (GONE!)
Let's toast to another year of life.
Your skin is so worn out and old,
Your skin is wrinkled and saggy from age.
All over your body it's sagging.
Your skin is sagging all over your body.
Especially loose is your old caboose,
Your butt is particularly saggy.
You're dragging it behind you in a wagon.
You're so slow and tired that you look like you're dragging a wagon behind you.
Well, you're an alcoholic,
You drink too much alcohol.
And you're blind and deaf,
You can't see or hear very well.
And you have Alzheimer's I bet.
You probably have Alzheimer's disease.
You're too old to remember,
You're so old that you forget things.
But you're too drunk to forget.
Drinking helps you forget.
You're so old you smell like dust,
You smell old and musty.
And now your bones begin to rust.
Your bones are getting weaker.
See that face, it's full of wrinkles.
Your face is very wrinkled.
Raise that chair to one more year. (RAISE!)
Let's lift our chairs and cheer for another year of life.
Here is to another day closer to
Your
Sweet
Death
This is a sarcastic toast to celebrating getting older and closer to death.
Contributed by Skyler I. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@chiararenis
I should study, but instead I made a rough italian adaptation of this song :
Tanti auguri vecchio mio,
sembra lo strazio sia duro a finir',
ma a ogni respiro potrebbe essere la tua ora,
e un altro giorno alla morte più vicino sei.
La torta è in tavola,
ma la luce è accecante
perché le candeline sono troppe.
Sei così decrepito
E hai il respiro affannoso
E che quando proverai a spegnere i polmoni scoppieranno.
Non puoi lamentarti
Se senti gli acciacchi,
Sofri di altite e gotta.
E se provi a borbottare
Ogni dente fai crollare.
Quindi fuma ancora un po'
bevi ancora un po'.
Brinda a un altro anno ancor'. Si!
Tanti auguri vecchio mio,
sembra lo strazio sia duro a finir',
ma a ogni respiro potrebbe essere la tua ora,
e un altro giorno alla morte più vicino sei.
La tua pelle è ormai cuoio
di statura ti stai abbassando .
E ti cascano le chiappe,così tanto che di un carrello hai bisogno.
Be', sei un alcolizzato
Sei sordo e cecato,
Scommetto anche l'Alzheimer ti ha colpito.
Troppo vecchio per rimembrare
Ma troppo sbronzo per scordare
Quindi fuma ancora un po'
Bevi ancora un po'
Brinda a un altro anno ancor'.Sì!
Tanti auguri vecchio mio,
sembra lo strazio sia duro a finir',
ma a ogni respiro potrebbe essere la tua ora,
e un altro giorno alla morte più vicino sei!
Tu sei vecchio e polveroso
Delle ossa si sente il cigolio.
La tua faccia è una ragnatela.
Quindi fuma ancora un po'
Bevi ancora un po'
Brinda a un altro anno ancor'.Sì!
Tanti auguri vecchio mio,
sembra lo strazio sia duro a finir',
ma a ogni respiro potrebbe essere la tua ora,
e un altro giorno alla dolce morte più vicino sei!
@carlmart5797
So, I sent this to my father when he became 53 this past January. He said I was an asshole.
@aligorzeimet4029
Lol.
@10apaeful
Karl Mart I guess he doesn't understand how we goths think :)
@Sabrina-iz7bo
I'm playing this today for myself, my birthday. Here's to another year closer to death!
@MrDynamite110
Sabrina Me too. It's my birthday and I'm here in my underwear at 2 AM listening to this.
@KingKamidereSama
I mean.........
@KarinaRamirez-zk5sn
Every year I come back to this video to play it on my birthday, happy birthday to me
@TheLairofVoltaire
Happy birthday!!!!
@KarinaRamirez-zk5sn
@@TheLairofVoltaire thank youuu!!!
@Clockwork-XIII
Ditto! I play this and My Way by Sinatra but the Sid Vicious version so it can be used as a epitaph in case I succumb to alcohol poisoning or unfortunate happenstance ha ha.