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March 16, 2005
Molvania No Points - Scandal at the Eurovision Song Contest
The Grand Prix d' Eurovision de la Chanson will happen without the Molvanian singer Zladko "Zlad" Vladcik who wanted to perform his song Elektronik – Supersonik.
The 23-year-old singer was arrested at Kiev’s Kiev Borispyl International Airport and immediately deported. While Eurovision does not normally test for recreational drugs, unfortunately for Vladcik, Ukrainian Customs do.
On his return, "Zlad" apologised to everyone in Molvania for letting them down, especially his family, his friends and his dealer.
Luckily you can see his very popular techno-ballad, "Elektronik – Supersonik" - described as "a melodic fusion combining hot disco rhythms with cold war rhetoric" on the Molvanian Website.
Exclusively read the lyrics here:
Elektronik Supersonik - Zladko "Zlad" Vladcik
Hey, Baby! Wake up from your asleep. We have arrived onto the future and the whole world is become: Elektronik Supersonik Supersonik Elektronik Hey, Baby! Ride with me away. We doesn't have much time. My blue jeans in tight, so onto my love rocket climb. Inside tank of fuel is not fuel, but love. Above us there is nothing above, but the stars... above. All systems gone, prepare for downcount: Five, four, three, one, off-blast! Fly away, my space rocket, you no need put money in my pocket. The door is closed I just lock it. I put my volt-plug in your socket. The sun and sky is bright like fire. You and me gets higher and higher. Out of communication wire. Only thing can stop us is flat tire. Hey, love crusader, I want to be your space invader. For you I would decent the deepest moon crater. I is more stronger then Darth Vather. Obey me, I is your new dictator. For you is Venus, I am mars. With you I is more richer, then all the Czars. Make a wishes on a shooting stars, then for you I will play on my cosmic guitars. Ladies and gentlemen, fasten your belt seats. We has commenced our decent. I trust you enjoy this flight, as much as you enjoy this accent. Now back on earth it's time for down-splash. Into sea of eternal glory my spaceship crash. People have arrived for to cheer me from near and far. And as I float I open door and shout: I am world’s biggest washed-up superstar! As for sure as the sun rises in the west, all the singers and poets on earth, I am the bestest. Come, let me put the ring of Jupiter on your finger. Then like a smell around you, I would flavor linger. Ok, it's time for end, no more will I sang. Let me take you back in time, I want for you to experience Big Bang. Long live space race! Long live Molvania!
Posted by marco at March 16, 2005 4:25 PM in Category