ZANG TUUMB TUM DISCOGRAPHY “…or the imagination”

Happy hi!


Oh why in this world, must we work life like we do
Some times I feel, it’s all make believe

Put glory in your heart and never say die
Forget your troubles go where hearts are happy hi
So happy hi yeah

And why in this world is life like a train never stopping at stations
If I could freeze time, under the starry sky, never questioning why
And what in this world is achieving perfection
We may not get there, but boy do we care, don’t be scared

Put glory in your heart and never say die
Forget your trouble go where hearts are happy hi
So happy hi yeah

Put glory in your heart and never say die
Forget your troubles go where hearts are happy hi
So happy hi yeah

Put glory in your heart and never say die
Forget your trouble go where happy hi
So happy hi

Put glory in your heart and never say die

All in the body mix

Under the charm of the Dionysian not only is the union between man and man reaffirmed, but nature which has become alienated, hostile, or subjugated, celebrates once more her reconciliation with her lost son, man. Freely, earth proffers her gifts, and peacefully the beasts of prey of the rocks and desert approach. The chariot of Dionysus is covered with flowers and garlands; panthers and tigers walk under its yoke. Transform Beethoven’s “Hymn to Joy” into a painting; let your imagination conceive the multitudes bowing to the dust, awestruck—then you will approach the Dionysian.

All in the mind mix

In the paroxysms of intoxication the artistic power of all nature reveals itself to the highest gratification of the primordial unity. The noblest clay, the most costly marble, man, is here kneaded and cut, and to the sound of the chisel strokes of the Dionysian world-artist rings out the cry of the Eleusinian mysteries: “Do you prostrate yourselves millions? Do you sense your Maker, world?’

That’s it. Done it.