Gentrificators - Beatcoins (Full EP - 2020)
Beatcoins é o terceiro trabalho da Gentrificators, que já lançou os discos Apt Kids (2017) e State:Province (2015).
Gentrificators é André Araujo, Demétrio Pereira, Guilherme Malo Maschke, Marcelo B. Conter e Paulo H. Lange.
Participações especiais na música Krakatoa 2020:
Eric Lima Pedott - Korg Monotron Delay
Juliana Kolmar - Voz e vídeos do Youtube
Instagram Gentrificators: / gentrificators
Instagram Lezma Records: / lezmarecords
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LETRAS:
BEATCOINS ( 0:00 )
Beatcoins
are like ants in my pants
but I don't need to dance
I just need to check
My account balance in my bank
Beatcoins
think I'll buy a coffee franchise
think I'll buy an indie label
think I'll buy a craft brewery
think I'll buy your radio station
Beatcoins
it goes back and forth
it goes forth as froth
It will vanish in the frost
It will steam as the fog
Beatcoins
is not a crime
share it fairly on the web
you'll be hype
but you won't need a Lear Jet
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KRAKATOA 2020 ( 07:02 )
It really jumped right out of the groove!
On blissful desperation, we used to set our camps up
The lanes of afterglow made shapes on my ceiling
It really doesn’t help to feel so shitty today
(It will blow your speakers off)
Living life in ruin seems more than OK.
(It will blow your speakers off)
As far as I'm concerned,
not a case for discipline
It needs to be tamed
Be contained
All those words are filthy,
thoughts shaped in the way of pity
I don't sympathize
I don't think that's right
They taunt what's called intention
into a polimorphic extension
of a lunatic in the driver's seat
So many gestures while he speaks
His hands say au contraire
his eyes aren't very aware
I told him, If you make us die
I couldn't pay for this ride
Our topics ranged from forgotten recent history
to the unescrutable essence of the brazillian way
Both being foundation metaphysique of this tropic's disease
And you know what's the antidote?
I said I wouldn't risk to spoil a monologue
We stopped at the red lights
He turned to me with devilish eyes
I know it's a common scene
a stranger sharing his perspectives
but this car was neon hell
that guy could napalm Vietnam just for the smell
(i really doesn't help to feel so shitty today)
And you know what's the antidote?
He said,
As far as I'm concerned,
not a case for discipline,
it needs to be tamed,
be contained
I felt sorry for my ears, they are so carelessly prompt
I wish I could plug them out
Once again, they do the job of being a toilet for the outspoken.
I wish I could plug them out
Those are android features I'm eager to try:
to be selectively deaf; selectively blind;
I would be a hypocritical middleclass starshinning prototypical intellectual overcritical embarrassing – but up to this point, very polite – misjudging man-machine.
Then I realized,
I'm sitting with some sort of executioner
This is no paid ride home
he's collecting my ransome
I kept complaining about non-asked opinions,
maybe even called him bolsominion.
I'm flushed, overboiled, sinistrously bored
To hear this,
I confess,
Is giving me the urge
to pick the wheel
and hit a tree
he must be stopped
I went too far
He reminded me of my dad,
I have no excuse
I think I'll bring it up on therapy, put it to good use
I value conversations
very oftenly
as a treasure to be found
in the islands of everyday's in betweens
And in that same picture I guess I'm the blurred figure on the background
swimming out of focus
I'd rather be adrift at the sea
Words are safer inside those books I've read
It's given to the fact that all those author's are dead
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FACEBOOK MEMORIES ( 14:36 )
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
Spotniks, startups and bolovo
Internet, Black mirror and madness
Insecurity, video games and gentrificators
Anxiety, Laziness and you
Astrology, ganja and streaming
Zuckerber, temer and mom's spaghetti
Piauí, perplexity and Fora Temer
Smart phones and gourmet churros
Free wi-fi, social media and xvideos
Selfies, self-fiction, shares and likes
Heterosexualism, Kim Kataguri and techno
Hierarchy, memes and comics
Semiotics, frankfurt and filter bubbles
Capitalism, nostalgia and pitchfork
Smirnoff Ice, Vaporwave and Facebook Memories
Algorithms, quotation marks and what's app
Instagram stories and open relationships
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SUPERMOON ( 20:53 )
Is the space-time made of information?
Are our mind just a vacant station?
Should we know for sure if the sky can bleed?
Or are these thought that we should juast leave?
Could we hack the floor and make it disappear?
When we began to kiss do all the flowers fell?
And if someone decides a black star should colapse?
Do we run for cover or just start to laugh?
I wanna meet you on the supermoon
Gonna fly up the in my new space suit
The quantum mechanics cooked inside my room
Gonna make us meet in a supermoon