{ ‘Cálice’ by.  Repression  Violation of Human Rights  Persecution, torture, exile  Censorship and social control  Economic Crisis  Hyperinflation,

Apresentação em tema: "{ ‘Cálice’ by.  Repression  Violation of Human Rights  Persecution, torture, exile  Censorship and social control  Economic Crisis  Hyperinflation,"— Transcrição da apresentação:

1 { ‘Cálice’ by

2  Repression  Violation of Human Rights  Persecution, torture, exile  Censorship and social control  Economic Crisis  Hyperinflation, unemployment Brazilian Military Government

3 Tropicália Movement “Manipulation of figurative language and use of encoded messages had already been established as means of resisting imposed silence. To contest the version of events offered by the regime, denounce official policy, or beguile censors, conscientious songwriters invented new sonorous metaphors and sang between the lines.” ‘Songs explored the quotidian violence of urban life under the regime and represented marginal subjectivities not readily subsumed by social class.’ “By using electric guitar in melodic compositions with elements of Argentine tango and African things from Bahia, we assumed an immediate posture of "being-in-the-world"-we rejected the role of a Third World country living in the shadow of more developed countries. Through our art we wanted to put forward a vision of the world at that time, from our own perspective as Brazilians“

4   Pai, afasta de mim esse cálice Pai, afasta de mim esse cálice Pai, afasta de mim esse cálice De vinho tinto de sangue   Como beber dessa bebida amarga Tragar a dor, engolir a labuta De muito gorda a porca já não anda De muito usada a faca já não corta Como é difícil, pai, abrir a porta Essa palavra presa na garganta Cálice

5 Pai, afasta de mim esse cálice Pai, afasta de mim esse cálice Pai, afasta de mim esse cálice De vinho tinto de sangue Como beber dessa bebida amarga Tragar a dor, engolir a labuta De muito gorda a porca já não anda De muito usada a faca já não corta Como é difícil, pai, abrir a porta Essa palavra presa na garganta Esse pileque homérico no mundo Cálice Father, move this chalice away from me Father, move this chalice away from me Father, move this chalice away from me Of red wine of blood How to drink of this bitter beverage Swallow the pain, swallow the toil Very fat, the pig no longer walks Very used, the knife no longer cuts How hard it is, father, to open the door This word trapped in my throat This homeric inebriation in the world