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TERRA PAPAGALLI
04:47
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Rain in the kitchen
No one else is listening
Taking off my seatbelt
Yes or no, what you're dealt
Uber fucks and glitter
In glittering apartments
Yellow coke, it's no joke
Thinking about the government
Thinking about the government
Dog shit silhouette
Private party bondage
Game of Russian roulette
Oh lord you're not dead
Thank you sir, born again
This ain't yours anymore
Cleansing for a Sound Set
If you would just listen to the fireworks popping outside
This isn't right
And what about the vote, dear lord, I ought to worry about it sometimes
This isn't right
Compliment then reset
Duckface, online bet
Speed it through
Slow it down
Fuck São Paulo
Fuck this town
May I say fuck L.A.
Unafraid, lost in space
Two thumbs up, then relate
Almond milk, sip and create
Rub it in, pull it off
Housing rubble met with scoff
.38s, .45s
Shivs, bananas, kitchen knives
Hungry this, hungry that
Ipanema, Black Lives Matter
Wagyu beef, silver-plattered
Havaianas, coconut water
If you would just listen to the fireworks popping outside
This isn't right
And what about the vote, dear lord, I ought to worry about it sometimes
This isn't right
What of now
Scenic bow
Bloody barks
Rich somehow
Fence this up
Hang a thief
Televise it, huge relief
It's OK
No big deal
There's no racism in Brazil
Drive at night
Gratis thrill
Wolves outside
Out to kill
We are home
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2. |
Caveboi
03:42
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Alex sits on couch for the evening
Of his concrete-sipping, white-walled living room
Coke and vodka in his veins
Something good to drive him insane
Some tears to shed to something on YouTube
Tired men in overalls
Hug their children and then cry a lot
Alex wants in on the action
For a fraction of the cost
Just before the Bank of Brazil
Brought his thought-waves back to a still
His belly's scarred so food won't fill
That hole inside, that's now for real
It keeps him hungry, but not for food at least
And then between a sob sometimes
He might not hear the gunfire
There's a less than stable payroll
A growling from the outside
Baby I know
The shadows on your wall
The story goes that once as a kid
A speeding car almost got him killed
The car that did this made that hole
From which his dreams could now unfurl
There's a lot to choose
A brand new role
A brand new start
Well, not everyone gets one
Between your dad, your son and me
I hope you one day end up free
I kiss your hands and lovingly await
For you to be born again babe
And breathe
Baby I know
The shadows on your wall
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3. |
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Would you rather go the distance
Would you rather stop insisting
Playing this delusional game
Oftentimes in dread's persistence
You would rather seek assistance
Anyplace but within
I'm not sorry for you my friend
Alright, tell me what's the difference
You feel pain for one's indifference
Well maybe it was hard-earned pain
There's a line wherein collisions
Breed potential for decisions
And a forest up for flames
I'm not sorry for you my friend
And if in pain you feel proficient
And in despair you breathe commitment
What will you do with the remains
Would you rather remain decent
Would you like to sometimes listen
Instead of overloading your brain
I'm not sorry for you my friend
Growing up can be a hindrance
So would you kindly stop insisting
That it's a fear that you can contain
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4. |
Senna
03:35
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When Ayrton Senna died
Back in 1995
Or was it 1994
Long before you lost your mind
Could you go another season
I'm reeling in
Or maybe not
When the cold and grey were raised
And some money came our way
Back in 1996
Long before you lost your kicks
Could it be that somehow
You felt not afraid
I don't mind to let you down
I don't mind to let you down
Sometimes I do
When the spider broke his leg
Back in in 2012
Or was it 2014
Long before it all went to hell
Could you go another season
I'm breathing in
Sometimes I can't
When the cold and grey were raised
And some money came our way
Back in 1996
Long before you lost your kicks
Could it be that somehow
You felt not afraid
I don't mind to let you down
I don't mind to let you down
I don't mind to let you down
I don't mind to let you down
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5. |
Consume Me
06:38
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Nothing of love will come out of this talking
Maybe this happened again
Maybe we followed the rules but got sloppy
Only to somehow forget
Your bed smells like earth
And your lips smell like suffering
Maybe it's all in my head
Everything moves
Yet with you it's all stopping
Over and over
Moving
You've got this fool feel like moving
Faster than anything else
Faster than all of the shit that need proving
Right before everything melts
You got this pain feel like soothing
Better than anything else
Better than everything
I like consuming you
Consuming you
Is it scene
Or truth we bring
And all I'm thinking you thought first
Mind your own fucking business
Why don't you mind our own fucking business
Please
You said to me one day
You don't know me yet
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6. |
Supermarket
01:40
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Before the uncontested myths
The poetry of economic crime
You'd see me one day as a child
Curling forward, screaming "fire"
The biggest supermarket in my grandma's neighborhood was burning
And it was spectacular
Spectacular
And all the adults walking by
Wearing nervous, awkward smiles
A chance for some to socialize
There were eight buildings, like matchboxes
Surrounded by a wall
And in the entrance for the cars
They painted a big Brazilian flag
I don't remember what year it was
But I don't think we won no world cup that year
I kept screaming "Save yourselves"
"Save yourselves"
But what good winning was
A big black cloud hang above
Engulfing us
And I remember I would cough
Pretending I was dying
And no one paid attention to my unconvincing crying
And now I can't recall what really happened after all
They must've fixed it up cause some time later
It was as good as new
It was like the fire never happened
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7. |
Tropicaliptico
03:40
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On the 22nd floor
Right next to the bathroom door
Lies a speck of green
A plant of unknown origins for him
Kitchen stall is sparkling clean
Read the news, coffee machine
Yet no questions as to how his new gift came to be
Someone from work maybe
And for the first time it brought him to his knees
Takes a look down to the pool
The favelas, public schools
In the distance, toothpicks jut up all defiantly alone
Well at least it is a home
Good paychecks, lemongrass foam
And a thirst for something
Like his plant keeps thirsty for some love
Water away
And now that's how he'd want to spend his days
First the phones, their batteries dried
Unanswered calls, his parents worried sick
Crying messages, unheard
Then the plant grew salient vines
It cracked the walls, let in sunlight
And that's how he lost his front door
They found him growling like an animal
Found him screaming "I'm in love"
They found him mauling through apartment walls
Found him screaming "I'm in love"
They said that he was a man of reason
With many things to hide
They said that he was a man of reason
With many thorns inside
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8. |
Go Back Home!
04:02
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I think I'll never go back home
Go back home
Go back home
To this greyscale haven made of flesh and bone
This obscene amount of racist overtones
Go back home
Go back home
Living in a fantasy
I can feel it coming even though it has nothing to do with me
I'm obsessing now, purple flowers piling on my feet
I can hear the screams, but I tell myself it's only in my sleep
It's an industry
It's an industry
I feel
Like it's Sunday in São Paulo
And I'm craving for
Clonazepam and chill
The spill
Up from the apartment towers
Falls as thick as snow
As candy for their wallet and my nose
I think I'll never go back home
Go back home
Go back home
To this oozing box from which I grow alone
This incoming beast whose mouth is full of foam
Go back home
Go back home
I feel
Like it's Saturday in Athens
And I'm craving for
Alprazolam and chill
The kills
And electronic calls for action
The quarter-century detachment
From every ounce of what once felt real
I wish it was Brazil
I wish it was right here
The sense of dread misplaced
No Instagram, no Fear
A mythical disease
Some relatives to please
Pay heed for the nose bleed
Spend summertimes in Crete
My silence, no longer cheap
My endless reverie
Hell, until someone invents a button for it
I'll think myself to sleep
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9. |
Protector
02:24
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Protect me, protector
If only for one second
Anoint me whole with your mistakes
And opening my eye wide to a winter sigh
With my social landscape by my side
I ignore my future self
Deceive me, deceptor
Unknown, almighty specter
Remind me of the wary child
Alert but also brave
In the darkness
In the dancing of some planet, an adventure
A forgiving to the past
Did you awaken
All the monsters by my bedside
Were you mistaken
Your dominion compromised
All your mysteries declined
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10. |
Legendary
03:18
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Despite the legendary efforts at incision
The weathered wrinkles whispered caution with precision
Both wine and water sat
All tarnished by the leather
And on the seventh day
The blood vanished altogether
As unsuspecting travelers ignore the dangers
Of undermining walls, and seas, and fucks with strangers
The limits sleep at heart
But eat with bursting bellies
And blame the pods of spit, and fear, and secret candy
They're not afraid
Oh well, that was a lie
They're entertained
Enough to last a life
They're half insane
Unless they're teary-eyed
But are they to blame
And every nook and crany floods out of proportion
And songs in foreign tongues were sang with great emotion
The starry veil grows blue
Despite of our devotion
And silhouettes grow still and fade into the ocean
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I'm a quantum supercomputer
Computing superbly on my fragility
The horizon between the potential
Of the jello within us and our bodies hurts me
Only sometimes
In the sighing dust devils
In the obsession of the longing of lovers
Only not scared
Under harmless submission
In the traversal of the pygmies through concrete
I'll drive to São Paulo
I'll drive there, so bless your heart
With nothing to follow
I'll harness my brand new start
We've had all those answers
From which we would often fall apart
Well it doesn't matter
We've found comfort in the dark
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Jef Maarawi Athens, Greece
Jef Maarawi is a singer-songwriter from Brazil, Greece, and Syria.
He was born in São Paulo, Brazil, and
his music draws heavily from the storytelling pedigree of artists such as Bob Dylan, Bonnie ‘Prince’ Billy and Sufjan Stevens. He is also in a never-ending exploration of Brazilian music, inspired by artists such as Jorge Ben Jor, Chico Buarque, Tim Maia, Rita Lee and Caetano Veloso.
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