All Lyrics by Tom Zé Ogodô, Ano 2000 Ogodô, Year 2,000 SAMBA O-ogodô-ogodô-ogodô-ogodô Teleco-teco-teco-teco Tambourine Teleco-teco-teco-teco Guitar Toloc-toc-toc-toc African drum Tilic-tic Year-2,000 [Repeat] Toloco-tô Twenty-0-0 [Repeat] The science in her trance Will make the sign of the cross And we’ll light bonfires To appreciate the electric bulb. (Inspired by the thesis on linguistics by Stanislaw Len, The Incredible Congress on Futurology. -Zé) Sem a Letra “A” Without the Letter “A” SAMBA-LEVE Without you we won’t even have sadness To lament. Without you, no longing till death Or even weeping For there is no weeping And love? Love will disappear. And love? No one will remember to remember. And love? If it’s lost, no one will be moved to move by a glance. And love? Empty word no one will make Will make love Will make love Will make love (From a children’s stage-play by Elifas Andreato called Sem Você não “A”, in which the letter “A” runs away from the alphabet. -Zé) Sofro da Juventude I Suffer From Youth BAIÃO QUEBRADO I suffer from youth. That damned thing. When it’s almost ready, It falls apart and fries. Deny the mouth of the Father To discover for myself, Despair of myslf in fear Before every secret. Oh my Father, the director and the honorable judge Judge, judge, judge. Threw me in the ditch Where I hear: Bone bone bone. In sweet pleasures and in torture In full orgasm, That buzzard, that alighting Prepares me, Separates me From the seed: I hear, I hear, I hear And cloak myself In the plague For the feast of the colossus. (I made this song listening to the songs of the young rock composers of Brazil. -Zé) Taí There It Is BAIÃO-MARCHA DE CARNIVAL There it is, I did everything to make you like me Ai, my dear, don’t do me this way, don’t You’ve got, you’ve got to give me your heart. This tale of falling for someone Is some mania that people have If Our Lord would help me I would no longer think of love. There it is. Iracema SAMBA-NOVELA Iracema, I always said Be careful when you cross the street I told you, but you didn’t listen Iracema, you crossed against traffic. (My interpretation was inspired by the difficulty of daily life in São Paulo. -Zé) Fliperama BAIÃO QUEBRADO Flip, the crazy commander With his little coin Wants to make war On earth. He offers a truck, And his belt That never fails in battle, And in his room tightens with her The third washer Of love, the violent one. With the lollipop of science ááá With the lollipop of science ááá For the lollipop of science áá For the lollipop of science I beseech (...clandestine’s solitude in Childhood’s End by Arthur Clarke. -Zé) Tatuarambá SAMBA To expose the hips of tradition To the burning iron of ads É Tatuarambá Ô, Ô, Ô, Ô Make naked the body in samba bá ba Ê, Ê, Ê, Ê To defile the body in Samba Hold the samba’s ass, that’s it, its shown up, Ê, ô, ô, ô, ô Ê, Ê, Ê, Ê Bring the Body to the brushes of electronics, ô, ô, ô Tatuarambá Ô, Ô, Ô, Ô to wear the poem-commercial Make naked the body in samba Ê, Ê, Ê, Ê Bring the body to be tattooed defile the ass of samba Hold the samba’s ass, that’s it, it’s shown up, ô! Ê, ô, ô, ô, ô for the tattooing of the antennas, the antennas Flesh isn’t sin Flesh isn’t forbidden Flesh is no lie Ê, lead the body to the brushes Smear the body to “round and round the mulberry bush” Lick the body on “we all fall down” Flesh is no lie Flesh isn’t forbidden Flesh isn’t sin To expose the hips of tradition To the burning iron of ads Tickling traditions Itching, scratching the traditions (Inspired by Provisional Character of the Aesthetic, by Haroldo de Campos, in A arte no Horizonte do Provável -Zé) Jingle do Disco Jingle of the Record SAMBA English Translation by Julio Fischer Come on, buy this record. It’s a very patient work; Tom Zé! Tom Zé! Every calm revolution under a laser, hissless, Tom Zé! Tom Zé! Shall grant you relaxation, high spirits and happiness! Tom Zé! (Inspired by Thomas Edison’s notorious ability to sell his ideas. -Zé) Lua - Gira - Sol Moon Turn Flower CANÇÃO Grape moon New moon Bride moon, oh moonlight Silk moon Arpeggiate me Palm, oh moonlight Oh sunflower, whirl moonlight Oh sunflower, whirl moonlight Oh sunflower, whirl moonlight Turn turn sunflower, turn moonlight Turn (In the first pages of Joseph and his Brothers, by Thomas Mann, Jacob finds Joseph worshipping the moon. -Zé) Multiplicar-se Unica Multiply into One SAMBA Every song wants to multiply In the multitude become one Simple pleasure Of resounding In air Sound of a voice Sing for us Vocal chords Without home port Bonds or knots (Inspired by the modern mathematics of Cantor and the paradoxes of Cervante’s Don Quixote. -Zé) O Pão Nosso de Cada Mês Our Monthly Bread SAMBA Turug - tug - I’ll pass Turug - tug - this decade Turug - tug - in a very bourgeois hen house Turug - tug - eating Turug - tug - my monthly portion of mass culture Oh oh sitting on the living room sofa In Januaries, I’ll eat New Years In Februaries, I’ll eat Carnivals And in Marches, I’ll eat a mother-in-law’s presents, oh baby, Oh oh sitting on the living room sofa In April, it’s an Easter present And in Mays, I’ll eat a present for mother And in June, I’ll eat the lover’s presents, oh baby. Oh oh sitting on the living room sofa... (I had a pleasant experience when I worked at an ad agency; it was a creative and exciting atmosphere. -Zé) Amar To Love To love, to love Allow the heart To reason To only, to only, to only, to live only To be Skin to the other And have and have and have Bitterness immeasurable without having Anyone or anything to weave for And be Like a little wand That, scratching the earth, Scatters, scatters in the sky Beatles by the bushel Of paper dreams Because in life love is bile And honey All up so high All down so low All so quiet All up so high All down so low All... (Inspired by the love of Dido for Eneas, after the War of Troy. Well, Simon Schama is skilled to make history; I just wrote a song. -Zé)