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The tune in the chorus reminds me of something which I can’t quite pull up — I think a hymn. Slower, of course, and very different lyrics, but either a hymn or at least something classical.
I’ll update if I can identify it.
[update, but not for the chorus]
There’s a line at about 0:50 that sounds to me like “I went walking in my momma one day”, but the lyric sites report this as “I want walking in with my momma”. I can’t hear the “with”, and it doesn’t make any sense to me. The animation shows a huge goddess-momma, a Mother Earth, and no matter what the official lyrics say, I’m going to interpret that line as “I was walking in the World….”
Via Ambient Irony’s trip along the path to ostinato.
The song Mika’s “Lollipop” chorus reminded me of turned out to be “Mary’s Boy Child”, a Caribbean Christmas carol. Not a hymn, exactly, and certainly not classical. Here’s a version performed by M. Boney:
The tune is not exact, I think, but close enough to nag.
No, I suspect no plagiarism here; something more along the lines of Spider Robinson’s Melancholy Elephants.
I grew up listening to the version by the De Paur Chorus on their album Calypso Christmas, but regrettably I can’t find it on Youtube. I ripped my own digital copy from the horribly worn family vinyl, then hamfistedly scoured it of snaps, crackles, and pops. It’s a great album, great good fun, and I’m thrilled to find it on Amazon. I plan to post this, and another track or two, as soon as the nice clean new copy arrives.
One last observation: “What’s the big idea?” she asks, hands on her hips. Watch the first second or two carefully: she stumbles into the frame backwards, as if pushed.
No, this is the last observation:
At about 2:08, a wolf spirit swallows Lolli-girl. She recites the “Went walking with my momma one day…” lines, and we are then taken on a tour of wolf internal anatomy, starting in the abdomen and moving up into the chest, with an all-singing, all-dancing microbe chorus.