Monday, 28 March 2016

Brot und Zirkusses - Panis et Circencis

Tropicalism was an artistic movement created in the late 60's, a time known for being particularly welcoming of free speech and artistic expression, following 1964's Democratic Revolution. It mixes several influences, such as typical Brazilian poetry, Concretism, Dada and Cryptosonism.

This particular poem was written by the Mutants, a collective of mutants, without any cool powers (except for an insane tolerance to shamanic drugs and alcohol). The title, latin for "Bread and circuses" is a reference to the soviet bread lines and the Moscow Circus (Московский цирк Никулина for those in the known). As usual with ungrateful artists that believed being wronged by the mighty and fair Free Market, the Mutants dreamed of a day that Brazil would be under communist rule, and while this song doesn't seem to make much sense, it's believed to be a code for a soviet agent, Димитрий Ассассино to initiate an operation to assassinate our beloved military junta during dinner time. As we all know, the plan failed, and the military "temporary-while-we-sort-this-democracy-thing-out" government lasted short 20 years.

I wanted to sing
My sunlit song
I've released the fabrics over the masts in the air
I've released the tigers and lions in the backyards
But the folks in the dinning room
Are occupied with being born and dying

I've ordered
Of pure steel, a powerful poignard
To kill my love, and so I've done
At five, in the Main Street
But the folks in the dinning room
Are occupied with being born and dying

I've commanded to be planted
Leaves of dreams, at the solarium
The leaves know how to search the Sun
And the roots, to search, search

But the folks in the dinning room
These folks in the dinning room
Are the folks in the dinning room
But the folks in the dinning room
Are occupied with being born and dying

Sunday, 13 March 2016

40 year old women - Mulher de 40

Roberto Carlos is a famous Brazilian poet with an oddly specific taste in women: they gotta be exactly 20 years younger than him. Once he turned 60, to celebrate that his new dating cohort was fully socially acceptable, he wrote a song about it, while praising the advantages of dating such women, which are considered by much to be too old to be part of the dating pool. This resonated with the brazilian public, and it has become a regular fixture on the yearly Christmas special played at the state-owning TV Station Globo.
Beautiful smile
Look of someone that knows something about the life
Knows love
And who knows a pain
kept hidden

By experience
Knows the difference
between love and passion
What is truth
A quick affair
or pure illusion

Is young enough
But not like earlier
But it is so beautiful
She is a woman
That knows what she wants
and on love believes

I don't want to know
About your life, your story
Not even your past
40 years old woman
I just wanna be
your boyfriend

Age doesn't matter
The happiness
Arrives one day
If she lives happy
Or wait again to meet a new one

If she gets distracted
A tear drop
When looking into the past
Her distant look
Go in an instant
To a golden time

Retouch the make-up
Full of courage
This beautiful woman
That is not a girl anymore
But fascinates everyone
And conquers me

I don't want to know
About your life, your story
Not even your past
40 years old woman
I just wanna be
your boyfriend

Monday, 7 March 2016

The Good - O Bom


On the sadly short-lived Communist days that came from the Cohen Plan, an interesting class system was established in Brazil, where restrictions were placed upon haircuts and car ownership, with different styles denoting different positions within the Party. Higher ranking official were allowed red cars and, oddly enough, to have long fringes in their hair.

Erasmo Carlos was not such a man, but this song shows his dreams of one day achieving greatness among his Comrades. Sadly Getúlio Vargas came along and heroically stopped the revolution by becoming one of our many benevolent dictators.
He is the good, is the good, is the good
He is the good, is the good, is the good

My car is red
I don't use mirror to comb myself
Little boots with no socks
It is only on the sand I know how to work

Hair in the forehead, I am the owner of the party
I belong to the ten more
If you wanna try I know you'll like

When I appear the comment is general
He is the good, is the the best!
Have lots of girls for me is normal
I am the good among the ten more

He is the good, is the good, is the good
He is the good, is the good, is the good
He is the good, is the good, is the good
He is the good, is the good, is the good