[ti:Tropicalia] [ar:Eliane Elias] [al:Around the City] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Tropicalia - Eliane Elias (伊莲·伊莱亚斯) [00:32.42]When they beat [00:33.77]On a broken guitar [00:36.11]And on the streets [00:38.09]They reek of tropical charms [00:40.32]The embassies lie in hideous shards [00:44.21]Where tourists snore and decay [00:48.55]When they dance in a reptile blaze [00:52.14]You wear a mask [00:54.02]An equatorial haze [00:56.21]Into the past [00:58.24]A colonial maze [01:00.27]Where there's no more confetti to throw [01:06.20]You didn't know what to say to yourself [01:10.03]Love is a poverty you couldn't sell [01:13.77]Misery waiting in vague hotels [01:18.92]To be evicted [01:36.73]You're out of luck [01:38.65]You're singing funeral songs [01:40.53]To the studs [01:42.70]They're anabolic and bronze [01:44.66]They seem to strut [01:46.53]In their millennial fogs [01:48.37]'Til they fall down and deflate [01:54.68]You didn't know what to say to yourself [01:58.73]Love is a poverty you couldn't sell [02:02.65]Misery waiting in vague hotels [02:07.32]To be evicted [02:27.11]Now you've had your fun [02:30.58]Under an air-conditioned sun [02:35.06]It's burned into your eyes [02:38.65]Leaves you plain and left behind [02:43.15]See them eyes and fall [02:46.69]Into the jaws of a pestilent love [02:50.80]You didn't know what to say to yourself [02:54.69]Love is a poverty you couldn't sell [02:59.10]Misery waiting in vague hotels [03:03.85]To be a victim