Monday, September 18, 2006

Rock’n’Roll Suicide
Seu Jorge adaptation from Bowie

You pick up a cigarette
Put it in my mouth
And you venture to smoke another
You don’t eat you’re not hungry
That’s the truth

You’re a rock’n’roll suicide
You’re old but you’re alive
Plenty of time to die
And how much time
Is passing in the city
your flame is burning with solitude

You’re a rock’n’roll suicide
You are afraid
But you advance at the light
And you don’t understand that the sun has risen
As long as you can hide in your house
You won’t see it
That what really matters is that you’re not alone
Oh no you’re not alone
I won’t leave you even if you want me to
Come see me
The sun will rise
And I will be with you again
Oh my love you’re not alone
I am here to protect you
Let’s live for our own good
Only the two of us is all we need
Oh my love the train is leaving
From my heart
The train is leaving
From my heart

Wonderful
Give me your hands
Give me your hands
Wonderful
Give me your hands

Mania De Peitão
(Obsession with a large chest)
Seu Jorge, from Cru

She has curves
That are way too sensual
Our eyes are captivated
With her sculpted body
On the beach she’s a delicacy, with her brown skin
She leaves many women annoyed
And all the men drooling

At night she’s a star
Covers up the moon’s brightness
There’s no other beauty on earth
That can compare with yours
But what people don’t know
Is that this tremendous cyclone
The muse from the millennium generation
Comes packed with silicone

Obsession with a large chest
Obsession with a large chest
Obsession with a large chest
Comes packed with silicone

[chorus]

I’ve never seen such demands
To do what you do to me
You have never known a conscience
Can’t you see that I’m just a poor boy

You only think in luxuries and riches
Everything you see, you want
Oh my god how much do I miss Amelia
Now that was a real woman!

[repeat from the top]

Five Years
Seu Jorge adaptation from Bowie

For a long time I’ve been
living upon the seas
Diving deep
into reefs and corals
My mission in the world:
to study animals
Diving into the darkness
with real dangers before me

So that is why now
that I’m here
nothing will cause me to quit
I can’t sleep
with you in my dreams
I already know your figure
your gaze, so scary

And so I am breathless
I have stayed away so long
And I never get rich
That’s why I scream
Today I will fix you

Over the sea and the horizon
I sit admiring the dock
When the wind sits still
everything is peace
This is the path I’m on
And I don’t know how long it’s been

I can no longer make sense
of the things I believe in
But now I have made a higher deal
to sing to you
my sadness and pain
Don’t desert me
Without sweetness but alone

Come live with me
Come be my love

Because I haven’t lived in
Five years
I haven’t seen anything in
Five years
To be in the blue sea is my life for
Five years
To travel from North to South is my luck for
Five years

[repeat last verse]

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

São Gonça
Seu Jorge, from Cru

Pretinha*,
I’ll do anything for your love
I’ll do anything for our own good, my sweet thing
Missing you is my pain
It’s devastating my heart

Don’t you ever doubt that one day I’ll give you the sky
My love together with a ring
So we can get married
At city hall or at the church
If you want
But if not, it’s ok my love

But try to understand
Living in Sao Goncalo, you know how it is
This afternoon there was a traffic jam on the bridge
And I had to walk

I tried to call you
But the phone booth on my street
was broken
My card was empty
But you believe me only if you want

[repeat from the top]

*slang meaning, affectionately, "sweet black girl"...

Una Mujer [A Woman]
Seu Jorge, From Cru

A woman from Brazil
A tropical airplane
Lights and flavour, a star of fire
Dances on the docks of passion

A woman, a beauty from the sea
Moving the waters of love
Clear evidence to the sun that shines
Only for you

Flew away, disappeared in this world
A gypsy woman
The right colour for my days
A woman, a flower

A woman, a beauty from the sea
Moving the waters of love
Clear evidence to the sun that shines
Only for you

Flew away, disappeared in this world
A gypsy woman
The right colour for my days
A woman, a flower

Eu so favela, Seu Jorge from Cru
(I am the "shantytown”)


The favela
was never a refuge for marginals (delinquents)
The favela
was never a refuge for marginals (delinquents)

She only has humble people who are marginalized
And that’s the truth you don’t read in the papers

The favela is, a social problem
The favela is, a social problem

Yes, but I am the favela
I can speak from experience
My people are hard working
They never had public assistance
She only lives there
Because for poor people, there’s no other way
Your only right
Is for a salary of hunger and that’s normal life

The favela is, a social problem
The favela is, a social problem

The favela
was never a refuge for marginals (delinquents)
The favela
was never a refuge for marginals (delinquents)

She only has humble people who are marginalized
And that’s the truth you don’t read in the papers

The favela is, a social problem
The favela is, a social problem

Yes, but I am the favela
I can speak from experience
My people are hard working
They never had public assistance
She only lives there
Because for poor people, there’s no other way
Your only right
Is for a salary of hunger and that’s normal life

The favela is, a social problem
The favela is, a social problem

Bola de Meia*, Seu Jorge from Cru
*Bola de meia: a soccer ball made from rolled up (usually old) socks

So much time to think
But in-between all the running around
I think it didn’t work

I was trying to fix our thing
But without your help
it didn’t happen

Maybe if you’d been smarter
And had give “time” some time
It wouldn’t have been like that
It sucked all my strength
Now I no longer want you for me

Unfortunately it’s like that
The end of a story
That we had just begun
If you had been more careful with how I feel
Perhaps my heart would still belong to you

This end is not what I wanted
And our understanding
never happened

And I who fought that day to have you by my side
Now I must confess
It is I who no longer wants this

It was me who gave you
Your first kiss
Your first touch
The first song

If you really
want to be with me
Don’t make my heart into a bola de meia

It was me who gave you
Your first kiss
Your first touch
The first song

If you really
want to be with me
Don’t make my heart into a bola de meia

So much time, so much time….

[repeat from the top]