hey kids!
“hot air balloon” is a song about romance, air travel, aliens, survival, and cheeseburgers.
a friend of mine and i were talking recently about taking a hot air balloon trip, in jest. it got me thinking, and really liked the image of being on your way somewhere, but fascinated by your surroundings all the way there. being simultaneously excited about where you’re going and your immediate “place,” or “journey.”
the song ended up being mostly about discovery; some possible, some actual, some fantastic, some personal. for example, the idea of aliens and magic carpets are fantastic (to me), but the discovery of “theory’s i would make it through” are both actual and possible. in this case, all of these discoveries take place in the context of a hot air balloon trip.
explaining “what a song is about” is always a little tricky to me. this is a good example of me writing with actual meaning, about REAL things (as apposed to other recent rambles) but it’s set in a fantastic, UNREAL environment, much like the connection between dreams and personal reality.
any questions? 🙂
here are lyrics, with some original (optional) lines in parenthesis:
pack light cause we’re low on space
in this place high above my little home (the clouds of doubt)
focus hard cause we might just face
a storm or angry aliens supergnomes (when we get out)
i love you up so high in the sky
i love that you brought some apple pie
i love it when you pull the string
i hear it my scull for at least a week-ling
i had a conversation with a magic carpet
it told me everything i ever said i knew (thought i always i knew)
i saw you in a hot air balloon ah yeah
pack a lighter for a cigarette break
on the way across that ocean that we’ve heard about
pack a camera cause there might be a lake
on a clowd, out in space, near the in-and-out (when we get out)
i love you on the balcony
i’d never throw you out into the sea
i love it when you pull the string
i hear it in my scull like a telephone ring
AND I CAN SEE EVERYTHING FROM HERE
i had a conversation with an angry alien
it told me names of theory’s i would make it through
i saw you in a hot air balloon ah yeah
LOON…BALLOON…BALLOON…BALLOONY BALLOON
it’s like magic
in my hot air balloon
paper plastic
i’m glad i’m here with you
AND I CAN SEE EVERYTHING FROM HERE
i want to tell you all about my time in prison
but we’re so high up in the sky i wouldn’t dare
i want to arm-wrestle the alien invention
but i’m preoccupied with flying through the air