Official music video 'Elevator Muzak In Heaven' performed by 'Dead Lights' taken from the album 'Glitterspit'.
Dead Lights, an artist from England, presents "Elevator Muzak In Heaven", a song that blurs genre boundaries. This track is a haunting experience that combines EBM and synth pop in a dark and energetic mix.
From the beginning, you can feel the dark atmosphere of the song. The dark synthesizers and pulsating beats are reminiscent of bands like Front 242 with the eerie sarcasm of a Marilyn Manson, yet Dead Lights adds a unique touch. The track's midtempo lends it danceability while revealing a mysterious depth.
Lyrically, "Elevator Muzak In Heaven" is dedicated to an American televangelist's idea of heaven. Dead Lights thereby ironically expresses the superficiality and cheesiness of this notion. Overall, "Elevator Muzak In Heaven" is a dark, energetic song that carries a critical note. Fans of EBM and synth pop will be thrilled by this track.
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Lyrics of 'Dead Lights – Elevator Muzak In Heaven'
Despite our best laid plans.
There’s always work for idle hands.
And tonight, as we lay awake,
A thought takes shape.
I’ll be Cain, you be Abel.
We’ll climb the tower of Babel.
To call God on the party line.
Talk in all the tongues of swine.
We see the divine outlined with a neon sign.
His blood, the taste of cheap wine.
Through my tears I see Elysium.
Liquor pouring easy, God’s got a gun.
Every channel’s showing soft core porn.
Starring saints and believers reborn.
This is it, as good as it gets.
We’ve got cheap cigarettes and Russian roulette.
There’s such sights in the midnight heat.
Well, you should see the view from the penthouse suite.
Afar, archangels in automobiles.
Driving muscle cars through the Elysian Fields.
Chasing girls like the guiding star.
Looking suave, smoking Cuban cigars.
They’ve got the same song playing on repeat.
While doing bumps of coke in the back seat.
A motorcade like an army.
Cruising under red lights and palm trees.
Yeah, these pearly gates,
They open ’til late.
It looks like a tourist trap.
Kitsch bars and gift shops selling crap.
Why not buy your own messiah?
Who knew Jesus was made in China?
Sold by Mother Mary, now endowed with silicon.
His kingdom, more like Babylon.
The angels’ got f*ckin’ plastic wings.
And all God’s people sing.
Hallelujah!
Sing Hallelujah!
There’s elevator muzak in heaven.
The strip clubs are open from seven.
The overweight, old and nameless.
Enter the gates, this place is Las Vegas.
This place is Las Vegas.
For the infirm and nameless.
There’s elevator muzak in heaven.
They turn that shit up to eleven.
There’s elevator muzak in heaven.
And they turn that sh*t up to eleven.
Dead Lights about 'Elevator Muzak In Heaven'
What would an American televangelists idea of heaven be like? A cheap, tacky, gaudy, plastic tourist destination. Filled with superficial entertainment and all the filth and sleaze they desperately tried (and mostly failed!) to resist during their time on earth. If heaven is supposed to be paradise, then this would be paradise for them; Las Vegas, with God singing show tunes, Jesus behind the blackjack table, and the archangels cruising the strip every night, acting as holy pimps and pushers with a backdrop of flashing neon.