TROPICÁLIA by Caetano Veloso, new words by Joel Sattler (poem) by Joel Sattler on AuthorsDen

TROPICÁLIA by Caetano Veloso, new words by Joel Sattler
by Joel Sattler → (All Poetry by Joel Sattler)
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My version is based on a recording by Caetano Veloso: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzFt7A34e0M .
TROPICÁLIA by Caetano Veloso, new words by Joel Sattler New title: “History of the Tropicalia Revolution” Oswald de Andrade was a cannibal He taught them well he taught them who to call Tupi or not Tupi is all That they are Gilberto Gil was sitting on a hill He heard a sound that gave him quite a thrill Twas Jorge Ben on his Electric guitar Peekaboo I see ya Give it a name: Tropicalia It was a great Idea All roads lead to Tropicalia Nara Leao she played a coffee house The audience was quiet as a mouse Outside the streets were full of angry shouts So it goes so it goes The dictators had not a single doubt They knew what it was all about They broke the crowd with clubs and doused Them with the firehose And in the night Bang bang bang You could hear Them as they sang The police Were a gang But the thing Did boomerang Caetano Veloso and his sis Maria Bethania say it with a kiss They knew was useless to resist So sang subversive songs Gilberto Gil he was their Dante He recruited the band Os Mutantes society they would taunting they Weren’t free for very long They went to jail Then exile Sent away 6000 miles Medici put them away Because he hated Tropicalia! The Bossa Novas hid inside Gal Costa and Tom Ze steered wide Torquato Neto was a suicide It was bad The rest laid low and lived in state of fear And so for years we hid away the tears But when they came back home to play We were glad Brazil is a such a melting pot You think you know her but you do not All you think you know she has forgot A goddess! So many musics she has in her soul No single singer dare to take control She makes the new out of the very old Make a guess That’s why she likes To fool ya That’s why she made Tropicalia And though you think You’re cool ya Just remember Tropicalia! So many years we waited here in store Until they opened up the many doors The dictatorship’s no more It’s all good Now we make music with our friends Where one begins another has an end And all that hurt have made amends Like they should That’s why we sing La la la Because we love Tropicalia! That’s why we sing La la la Because we love Tropicalia! That’s why we sing La la la Because we love Tropicalia! _____________________ Original lyrics in Portuguese by Caetano Veloso Sobre a cabeça os aviões Sob os meus pés os caminhões Aponta contra os chapadões Meu nariz Eu organizo o movimento Eu oriento o carnaval Eu inauguro o monumento No planalto central do país... Viva a bossa Sa, sa, sa, sa Viva a palhoça Ca, ça, ça, ça... Viva a bossa Sa, sa, sa, sa Viva a palhoça Ca, ça, ça, ça... O monumento É de papel crepom e prata Os olhos verdes da mulata A cabeleira esconde Atrás da verde mata O luar do sertão O monumento não tem porta A entrada é uma rua antiga Estreita e torta E no joelho uma criança Sorridente, feia e morta Estende a mão... Viva a mata Ta, ta Viva a mulata Ta, ta, ta, ta... Viva a mata Ta, ta Viva a mulata Ta, ta, ta, ta... No pátio interno há uma piscina Com água azul de Amaralina Coqueiro, brisa e fala nordestina E faróis Na mão direita tem uma roseira Autenticando eterna primavera E no jardim os urubus passeiam A tarde inteira Entre os girassóis... Viva Maria Ia, ia Viva a Bahia Ia, ia, ia, ia... Viva Maria Ia, ia Viva a Bahia Ia, ia, ia, ia... No pulso esquerdo o bang-bang Em suas veias corre Muito pouco sangue Mas seu coração Balança um samba de tamborim Emite acordes dissonantes Pelos cinco mil alto-falantes Senhoras e senhores Ele põe os olhos grandes Sobre mim... Viva Iracema Ma, ma Viva Ipanema Ma, ma, ma, ma... Viva Iracema Ma, ma Viva Ipanema Ma, ma, ma, ma... Domingo é o fino-da-bossa Segunda-feira está na fossa Terça-feira vai à roça Porém! O monumento é bem moderno Não disse nada do modelo Do meu terno Que tudo mais vá pro inferno Meu bem! Que tudo mais vá pro inferno Meu bem!... Viva a banda Da, da Carmen Miranda Da, da, da, da... Viva a banda Da, da Carmen Miranda Da, da, da, da... Viva a banda Da, da Carmen Miranda Da, da, da, da... ========================================