Beck – Tropicalia Lyrics  Share

From Beck's album: Mutations

When they beat
On a broken guitar
And on 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 didn^,t know what to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you couldn^,t sell
Misery waiting in vague hotels
To be evicted
You^,re out of luck
You^,re singing funeral songs
To the studs
They^,re anabolic and bronze
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They seem to strut
In their millennial fogs
^,til they fall down and deflate
You didn^,t know what to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you couldn^,t sell
Misery waiting in vague hotels
To be evicted
Now you^,ve had your fun
Under an air-conditioned sun
It^,s burned into your eyes
Leaves you plain and left behind
See them eyes and fall
Into the jaws of a pestilent love
You didn^,t know what to say to yourself
Love is a poverty you couldn^,t sell
Misery waiting in vague hotels
To be a victim
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