Tropicalia

By Beck

On Mutations

Released on November 3, 1998

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[Verse 1]

Oh, when they beat upon a broken guitar

And on the streets, they reek of tropical charms

The embassies lie in hideous shards

Where tourists snore and decay

Oh, 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


[Chorus]

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


[Verse 2]

You're out of luck, you're singing funeral songs

To the studs, they're anabolic and bronze

They seem to strut in their millennial fogs

Till they fall down and deflate


[Chorus]

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


[Verse 3]

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 see them eyes and fall

Into the jaws of a pestilent love


[Chorus]

You wouldn't know what to say to yourself

Love is a poverty you couldn't sell

Misery waiting in vague hotels

To be evicted