Frontman Danny Elfman's older brother, Richard, actually started the band, later handing leadership down to his brother once he decided directing was his way to go. This hyperkinetic New Wave band is characterized by their manic live performances and eclectic range of songs, Elfman and the band performed for a remarkable twenty years. The Californian band, a paired-down version of the theatrical troupe The Mystic Knights of the Oingo Boingo, released eight major albums and two live compilations, each containing songs that varied from fast-paced ska to soulful jazz to emotional rock to off-kilter pop. Their style can best be defined as "undefinable." Now mostly known for their frequent contribution to movie soundtracks (including their most succesful song "Weird Science") Oingo Boingo formally broke up in 1995 after their last Halloween live concert; the reason being that 'it was time.' Since the band's dissolution, frontman Danny Elfman has continued to find success in his career writing film scores, particularly in collaboration with director Tim Burton; he almost exclusively employs Boingo guitarist Steve Bartek as orchestrator. His film scores have included Pee Wee's Big Adventure, Batman, Edward Scissorhands, Good Will Hunting, Men in Black, Sam Raimi's Spider-Man, Big Fish, and dozens more.
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Clowns Of Death Lyrics
Oingo Boingo
Im the one who preys upon the weakest
And the weakest always preys upon the one whos underneath
Im the one who doesnt see the waves of human kindness or the tides that
Turn the day
Im the one who always turns and looks away
Turns and looks away
[chorus 1]
Because after all, we are only boys
Because after all, we are only boys
Will be boys will be boys will be boys
Will be boys will be boys will be boys will be boys
Will be boys will be boys will be boys
Will be boys will be boys will be boys
Will be boys will be boys will be boys
Im the one treads upon the weaker ones
Those that I can find
And therell always be some others who could march along in line, yeah
March along in line
And, well move upon the world in a massive tidal wave
And well shout and make some noise, yeah
Shout and make some noise
[chorus 1]
[chorus 2]
The clowns of death are marching on their hideous parade
Their glaring eyes are filled with hate, but I am not afraid
Their painted faces cracked with age, their makeup old and worn
With tattered wings and toothy grins to amplify their scorn
Theyre looking for the helpless ones
Theyre looking for the misbegotten
They prey upon the weak and fractured
The crippled and the freaks of nature
And when the come upon one whos lost or is alone
Their smiles get even bigger and their noses start to glow
Making snarling sounds to pantomime with furious abandon
And with a scream they pounce to kill and all the while theyre laughing
Im the one treads upon the weaker ones
Those that I can find
And therell always be some others who will march along in line
And, well move upon the world in a massive tidal wave
And well shout and make some noise, yeah
Shout and make some noise
[chorus 1]
[chorus 2]
Your sons and daughters, innocent, lay sleeping in their beds
Theyll catch them when youre not around and smash their little heads
If you think it just a dream, or that it isnt fair
Just look around outside your door, the clowns are everywhere