Raul Seixas - Eu Também Vou Reclamar (I'll Complain Too), A Layman's Reaction

Описание: Raul Seixas - Eu Também Vou Reclamar (I'll Complain Too), A Layman's Reaction

Raul Santos Seixas was a Brazilian rock musician foundational to the genre. Rolling Stone Brazil named Seixas among the greatest artists in Brazilian music.
Born: June 28, 1945, Salvador, State of Bahia, Brazil
Died: August 21, 1989 (age 44 years), São Paulo, State of São Paulo, Brazil

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(from link) On Fantástico on December 26, 1976, holding his guitar and making faces among mirrors, books and even running over a vinyl record, Raul also decided to complain a little, after all he was a Latin American boy who also knew how to complain.
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Copyright Disclaimer: Under Section 107 of the copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purpose such as criticism & comment.
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I'll Complain Too lyrics:

But now to make success
To sell protest records
Everyone has to complain

I'll take my foot off the road
And I'll get into that too
And let's see now who's gonna put up with it

Because I was the first
And so many Januaries have gone by already
But if everybody like it
I'll come back

I'm locked here in my room
Wearing pajamas because there is
A strange visitor in the living room
Then I get and read up on the newspaper

The pilot steals a "mig"
Ice on Mars, says the Viking
But however there isn't a chicken in my yard
I buy quilted furniture
Get retired with health
On welfare

Two problems unite
The truth of universe
The installment that's going to overdue
Get inside with a closeted bottle of liquor
Because my wife can't see it

Turn on the radio
And listen to a dull
That screams in my ears
"Stop the world cuz I wanna get off of it"

Look the books in my bookshelf
That have nothing important to say
They worth only for those who don't know how to read

And the housemaid knocks the door
Explaining me that's she's wrecked*
And doesn't know what food is going to cook for me

They speak about brief clouds
Go for any bullshit
And I have nothing
To choose

Despite this boring and stubborn voice
I'm not here to whine
And I'm not only the singer

That has gone by Elvis Presley
Imitated Mr. Bob Dylan, you know...
I'm tired of watching the sunset

Now I'm only
A latin-american
That has no smell
Nor flavor

And the questions remain
Always the same
Who am I?
Where do I come from?
And where do I go, is it possible?

And everyone explains everything
How the light become lighted
How a plane can fly
By my side a dictionary
Full of words
That I know I'll never use

But now I've come to a conclusion too
Complain a little
Because I'm a latin-american boy
That likewise knows
How to complain

And being a brief cloud
Doesn't take me even to the edge
Of all of this
That I wanna reach
And that's that