A balloon is an inflatable flexible bag filled with a gas, such as helium, hydrogen, nitrous oxide, oxygen, or air. Modern balloons can be made from materials such as rubber, latex, polychloroprene, or a nylon fabric, while some early balloons were made of dried animal bladders, such as the pig bladder. Some balloons are used for decorative purposes, while others are used for practical purposes such as meteorology, medical treatment, military defense, or transportation. A balloon's properties, including its low density and low cost, have led to a wide range of applications. The inventor of the rubber balloon, (the most common balloon) was Michael Faraday in 1824, via experiments with various gases.
Party balloons are mostly made of a natural latex tapped from rubber trees, and can be filled with air, helium, water, or any other suitable liquid or gas. The rubber's elasticity makes the volume adjustable.
Filling the balloon with air can be done with the mouth, a manual or electric inflater (such as a hand pump), or with a source of compressed gas.
If the ballons come crashing down and pop pop pop pop pop disappear
Birds will then now focus on what was once the craziest of times
Today the spinglers start their run and no on'es there to splash
They appear to have all gone or surrendered to not laugh
Now the summer hids its fun with nothing really ever to do
Good old times boys and girls racing all their time
The ball is up for grabs saddened from their loss
Good old time boys and girls racing all their time
They see the clock owe a minute they won't find
Slow-paced games for high-witted smiles, once were played right from the start
Over-night change to a quiet dark heart and don't say I said "It's gonna be hard!"
Good old times boys and girls racing all their time
The ball is up for grabs saddened from their loss
Good old time boys and girls racing all their time
They see the clock owe a minute they won't find
Good Old Time Boys and Girls Racing All Their Time
Years went by and
We got older
Remember the days,
When gas was sold for 1.50 a gallon
Oh how things have changed,
Like those stylish fads
And the look on your face
When you see me for the first time in years
We swore we'd never end up here
Well I won't leave you alone, if it's gone, I'll move on
It's time to leave, while my eyes are still dry
It's time to leave while my head is held high
Time to bolt, time to bail, time to go, where to?
Well I really don't know
I'm gone, so long, see you soon,
Up, up and away like a rising balloon
I'm just stupid enough to pack up and leave,
Taking all that you have trusted and confided it in me
Hug me now because you might lose your chance
I am crouched in my sprinting stance
Time to bolt, time to bail, time to go
'Cause I'll let you get way too close
I'm gone so long, see you soon
Up, up and away like a rising balloon
I'm just crazy enough to leave you behind,
Though you're nothing like I have found or will find
Years went by and
We got older
Remember the days,
When gas was sold for 1.50 a gallon
Oh how things have changed,
Like thoes stylish fads
And the look on your face
When you see me for the first time in years
We swore we'd never end up here
Oldfield
I remember the day when I was the night
And the sun was my eyes in the moon
But I changed into day and the night flew away
And I sang to my lover the moon
I remember the sound when my hair felt the ground
And the words that were written on you
But you were not there so I slept on the stair
And you came in a lemon balloon
Who are you?
I remember the breeze and the soft creamy cheese
That we gave to the dowes on the lawn
But the grass was so green that it soaked up the cream
And the dowes flew away and were gone
But I saw the smiles that were deep in their eyes
And saw the joke was on you but I could not laugh
I went back to the grass and you came in a rainbow balloon
Little bluebird fluttering into my hand
Sun falls in love over the land
I will live forever just you wait and see
No matter what you do to my bluebird and me
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Oranges and lemons say the bells of St. Clement's
I'll give you five farthings say the bells of St.
Martins
Hear comes a chopper to chop off your head
Chip chop chip your dead
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Little bluebird fluttering into my hand
Sun falls in love over the land
I will live forever just you wait and see
No matter what you do to my bluebird and me
I remember the day when I was the night
And the sun was my eyes in the moon
But I changed into day and the night flew away
And I sang to my lover the moon
I remember the sound when my hair felt the ground
And the words that were written on you
But you were not there so I slept on the stair
And you came in a lemon balloon
Who are you?
Who are you?
I remember the breeze and the soft creamy cheese
That we gave to the doves on the lawn
But the grass was so green that it soaked up the cream
And the doves flew away and were gone
But I saw the smiles that were deep in their eyes
And I saw the joke was on you but I could not laugh
I went back to the grass and you came in a rainbow
balloon
You're my hunny bunch,
Sugar plum,
Pumpy-umpy-umpkin,
You're my sweetie pie,
You're my cuppy cake,
Gum drops,
Snoogums boogums you're,
The apple of my eye,
And I love you so and I want you to know,
That I'll always be right here,
And I love to sing, sweet songs to you,
Balloons are fun for me and you,Balloons are fun for me and you,
So many shapes and colors too,
And they can cheer you up,
If you're feeling kind of sad
Balloons they float up high in the air,
We blow them up and they never stop,
But be careful cause,
We don't want our balloon to pop
Balloons, balloons, balloons
Make me happy.
Balloons, balloons, balloons
You're my hunny bunch,
Sugar plum,
Pumpy-umpy-umpkin,
You're my sweetie pie,
You're my cuppy cake,
Gum drops,
Snoogums boogums you're,
The apple of my eye,
And I love you so and I want you to know,
That I'll always be right here,
And I love to sing, sweet songs to you,
1. strofe:
i walk to central park, i`m sad, because i lost my girlfriend yesterday... she
didn`t like me, but i don`t know why. what, say me what can i do?
refrain:
balloons, they are all around
balloons, they are here and there
balloons, they are everywhere
There's a thing called
There's this thing called
We fly balloons on this fuel called
We fly balloons on this fuel called love
What's a chkacha?
What's a fuel called?
Fairweather storms are in your head
Fairweather storms are in your head
We fly balloons on this fuel called love
We fly balloons on this fuel called love
We fly balloons on this fuel called
We fly balloons on this fuel called love
There's a thing called
There's a thing called
There's a thing called
There's a thing called
There's a thing called
There's a thing called
There's a thing called
There's a thing called
We fly balloons on this fuel called love
We fly balloons on this fuel called love
We fly balloons on this fuel called
We fly balloons on this fuel called love
We fly balloons on this fuel called love
We fly balloons on this fuel called love
We fly balloons on this fuel called