Tropicalia (исполнитель: Beck)
Oh, when they beat upon a broken guitar And all the streets, they reek of tropical charms The embassies lie in hideous shards Where tourists snore and decay When they dance in a reptile blaze You wear a mask, an equatorial haze Into the past, a colonial maze Where there's no more confetti to throw You wouldn't know what to say to yourself Love is a poverty you couldn't sell Misery waits in vague hotels To be evicted You're out of luck, you're singing funeral songs To the studs, they're anabolic and bronze They seem to [bad word] in their millennial fogs 'til they fall down and deflate You wouldn't know what to say to yourself Love is a poverty you couldn't sell Misery waits in vague hotels To be evicted Oh, and now, you've had your fun Under an air-conditioned sun It's burned into your eyes Leaves you plain and left behind I'll see them rise and fall Into the jaws of a pestilent love You wouldn't know what to say to yourself Love is a poverty you couldn't sell Misery waits in vague hotels To be a victim