Uma Tarde Na Fruteira

by JUPITER APPLE

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Who is Júpiter Maçã? Where has this man come out from, a man who was only known until very recently by a very selected few in pop music's elite? The musical origins of this Brazilian filmmaker, multi-instrumentalist and composer take us back to the first half of the 90's, when he spawned a brief incursion in Dylan-esque territory under the moniker Woody Apple. He soon came back as Júpiter Maçã, his current name, with which he develops his personal version of a 60's inspired psychedelic sound in cult albums that don't cross the Brazilian borders, but do find an echo among an elite who whisper his name in each other's ears: among his following we find Tom Zé, Caetano Veloso, Arnaldo Baptista, Rita Lee, Sean Lennon, Tim Gane, Sean O'Hagan or Dean Wareham. A dream team of international good taste.

"Uma tarde na fruteira" is Júpiter's fourth album, the firsy with an international distribution (now with his name in English), with which he will undoubtedly convince the rest of the world of the timeless beauty of his delicious modern Brazilian sound. The album is a complete revision of the history of the best Brazilian music, a mosaic formed by a thousand images and crafted with love, with care and with a deep knowledge of the subject. And not only soundwise, you know here at Elefant we consider the covers as an important part of the musical experience: the most illuminated have already spotted the obvious tribute designed Gregorio Soria has done on the cover to the records in the catalogue of exquisite Brazilian label Elenco (over fifty references, featuring classics by António Carlos Jobim, Sergio Mendes, Baden Powell or Roberto Menescal, all very enjoyable and with monocromatically gorgeous graphism).

In such a beautiful envelope, JUPITER APPLE's actual sound takes us back, with its surrealistic, colourful imagery, to the most creative, explosive, exciting period in Brazilian music, the one going from the 50's to the 70's, the evolution that takes us from bossanova to MPB through Tropicalism. In his songs we find the same scents, the same colours and the same nostalgic yet optimistic exuberance that soaked the beloved recordings by OS MUTANTES, OS BRAÇOES, Gilberto Gil, Caetano Veloso, Tom Zé, Gal Costa... There's soft pop songs that remind you of the early Roberto Carlos, intimate bossanova à la Luiz Bonfa or Baden Powell, hedonistic easy listening to be filed with Sergio Mendes or Walter Wanderley, psychedelic pop and expanding symphonies that make you think of the best tropicalism or THE BEACH BOYS' "Pet sounds" and "Smiley smile". Pop art influenced histories, starred by beatniks, superheroes, bolshevists and tropical holidays, with the naïf bravery that made Brazilian experimental pop so daring and so artistically successful in its gold years.

This is an album that could have been released in 1968, or in 1972. In 2007 it sounds as a delicious anacronism that, thanks to a special vision of a sound that was futuristic and original in its heyday, still sounds absolutely modern and different to anything else today. Who knows how has JUPITER APPLE managed to revive that old sound in such a faithful yet modern way (STEREOLAB, BROADCAST or Mike Alway would kill to have songs like "Menina Super Brasil" or "Act not surprised" in their repertoires... and for having the Brazilian blood run through their veins, a tradition that JUPITER APPLE has learnt from the cradle), because if there is a word to define this album, that is timeless: it sounds current, modern, but as if it had travelled in time; it jumps from one decade to the other, from past to future, and it makes us dream with times and sounds that have never existed or are still about to come.

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released June 18, 2007

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Track Name: A Marchinha Psicótica De Dr. Soup
Antes de nada eu gostaria de explicar
Segue agora um mosaico de imagens mil
Chamado a Marchinha Psicótica de Dr. Soup

A noiva do arlequim e o malabarista
Chegaram juntos com a fada e o inspetor nazista
Chacretes e coristas em tearo de revista

Bemvindos à orgia niilista
Ai, que gostoso, que delícia, muito mais paulista
Anunciados o homem-bala e a mulher-canhão
A musa do Pinocchio era bolchevista
A mais formosa melindrosa pega na Suíça
Suíça pra ela era pega-rapaz

E, pra provar, minha querida, meu amor tão radical
Eu escrevi esta marchinha pra tocar no carnaval

E o milênio passaria e a marchinha seguiria
Sendo cult underground
Mas lá por 2020 seria revisitada
E vira hit nacional
(ow, ow, ow...)
Papapapapapa papa

O timbre do Caetano é superbacana
Não pensem que eu estou copiando, que eu sou banana
Peguei emprestado pras artes da semana

Abrindo as portas da percepção
Um tal de Aldous Huxley de cara ficou doidão
Tomando toda a solução
Doidão é apelido para a paranóia
Toda jibóia, toda bóia, toda clarabóia
Querida, que tal baixar o televisor?

Deitado no divã com Woody Allen
Eu tive um sonho com aquele estranho velho alien
Que era cabeça Bob Dylan, barba Ginsberg Allen
Track Name: Tema De Júpiter Maçã
Lugares do caralho e gente afudê

Paixões em Liverpool
Saudades do Jacaranda

A chuva bem fininha da doce Inglaterra

Bastardo da psicodelia
Pictures and Paintings

Direto do acqualung
Sonares de Moby Dick
De Charles Dickens o Natal
Simpatia no undersound

A couple of ideas
Da Moóca à Pompéia
A couple of ideas da Cidade baixa ao Bomfim
Jupiter Maçã
Jupiter Maçã
Jupiter Maçã

As Tortas e as Cucas desconcertadas
O brandy e a noiva
A Miss Lexotan

Freak you and fuck you em Saturno
Bossa nova a seguir
E o som medieval
Jupiter Maçã
Jupiter Maçã
Jupiter Maçã
Track Name: Base Primitiva Revisitada
Existe profundo no sonho
Uma floresta futurista
Deuses astronautas em plena nudez
Existe a terra
O fogo, água e o ar
Longe
Existem chances para o meu amor

Na existência dos profundos
Uma floresta primitiva

Colônias da Terra
Colônias do céu
Existe a Terra
O fogo, água e o ar
Longe
Existem transes para o meu amor
Track Name: Over The Universe
I feel lunatic
I guess you act so practic
Astronomic methaphysic source of love
The rocket touches the sky
It goes directly from my heart to yours
I close my eyes
To feel your touching hands
Extra-cosmic, interplanetary source
Of touching hands
Divine
It goes directly from your heart to mine
Over and over and over the universe
Track Name: Menina Super Brasil
A menina já foi ativista
A menina já foi militante
A menina não é mais grevista
A menina é mais intimista

A menina é superatitude
SuperBrasil, SuperBrasil

A menina é cover da Face
A menina percebe o estilo
A menina ouve Os Mutantes
A menina ama Tom Zé
A menina é superatitude
SuperBrasil, SuperBrasil
Track Name: Act Not Surprised
See my way
For today
Away
Won't you mind
'Bout the time
This time?
Won't you find
It's alright
And kind?

Only trying to act not surprised

I clock you
You clock me
The hour
I drink you
You drink me
The sour

Já estou vendo um trem ali
Já estou vendo
Hora de partir

Only trying to act not surprised

I coffee you
You coffee me
The bar
I like you
You like me
No war
Fit my feet
Fit in feet
Of us
Fit in hands
Hands to feet
And hair

Only trying to act not surprised
Track Name: Little Raver
Eu tive um sonho com my Little Raver
E ela veio todinha de plástico
Era mais branca que Branca de Neve
Bem mais bonita que Madonna Bege

Todas as bibas ficarão felizes
Se todos os bofes requebrarem com elas
Madonna Bege, techno e muito love
My Little raver, eu sou meia-nove

Eu tive um sonho com my Little Raver
E ela veio todinha de plástico
Track Name: Collectors Inside Collection
Meeting people standing right there
Studying with care
Collectors
Meeting shiny people around
Flaming flower ground
Collection

Reality for me as for you
The old becomes brand new action
I'm going through
Takes of life
That I'm in use to be so kind
After know

Collectors inside collection

Chemistry is little to me
The shapes in the dream of being
Synchronized telepathy
Molecular harmony
Magnethic
Karma dharma fuzzing in fusion
Creating illusions and visions
I'm going through takes of life
That I'm in use to be so kind
After know
Collectors inside collection

If you want to go to space just get in the race beside me
When you're going out of the place
You're still in the race besides us
If I'm going out of control
Don't leave me alone
Direct me
I'm going through takes of life
That I'm in use to be so kind
After know

Collectors inside collection

Electronic cellophane sounds
I've heard it around
I love it
Track Name: Tropical Permanent Holidays
Butterflies and lollipops
Afternoon the sun is hot
I feel fine
I feel alright
in my Tropical Permanent Holidays in Brazil

Berlin show us underground
London've been centre of the scene
Yes, I'm kind
But I don't mind
In my Tropical Permanent Holidays in Brazil

There's poorness but there's happiness
A lot of sex and love as well
I feel up but I miss Europe
I feel alright
In my Tropical Permanent Holidays in Brazil

(Borboletas, Pirulitos...)

O sol de tarde é tão quente
O sol de tarde é tão quente
Onde está o meu chapéu?
There's brunettes and blondes too
There's no fog
Reminds of you
Just a letter to a Camden lady
I feel alright
In my Tropical Permanent Holidays in Brazil
Track Name: Mademoiselle Marchand
Mademoiselle Marchand
Envolvimento íntimo com peças raras
mercando emoções
De um carinha raro projetando coisas

Mademoiselle Marchand, Mademoiselle Marchand
Mademoiselle Marchand, je t'aime en passand

De joelhos em minhas preces
Estimulando risadinhas em Mademoiselle
A energia é densa
Fantasmas adandonam o brechó

O sol é lindo, a manhã é jovem
As peças de antiquário se foram
Com ela
À chegada da manhã

Louças e papiros
Não mais decoram o sobrado alternativo
Francesa não existe lá
Inglesas e o amor também partiram

Sonoridade emerge
Mr. Tambourine Man by The Byrds
Recomponho-me sozinho
Existem antiquários hoje em mim
Track Name: Metropole
The silver smoke
Metropole
The sky is gray and pollution's in the air

I'm through
Weird years
I'm through
Weird years
I'm through
Weird years
I'm through
Weird years of existence

First prayer stays in his oracle
The ones who go to that start
Will know another rule

I'm through
Weird years
I'm through
Weird years
I'm through
Weird years of existence

The open area
In the galaxy
Is it for me
My friends and enemies?

I'm through
Weird years
I'm through
Weird years
I'm through
Weird years of existence

I like these times
I like your brain
I like your body
So good to feel insane

I'm through
Weird years
I'm through
Weird years
I'm through
Weird years of existence
Track Name: The Futuristica Waltz
Not so long time ago
Not in a so distant planet
"I'm not collecting friends"
I hear you say
"I'm not collecting friends"
I hear you say
Immigrants and spaceship come
You raise your glass to your life
Your existence
Futuristica

Não muito tempo atrás
Não num distante planeta
"Eu não coleciono amigos", você diz
Imigrantes aterrissam
Você brinda à sua vida
Existência
Futuristica

Run, run, run, run, run, grab the gold
See, see, see, see the ruby
See, see... the ruby is mine
Track Name: Síndrome De Pânico
Não vai mais sair na rua
Síndrome de Pânico
Não vai mais passear no parque
Síndrome de Pânico

Não mais conversar com ninguém
Não mais namorar ninguém
Onde está o remédio?
Onde está a solução?

Ao libertar-se do alcoolismo
Síndrome de Pânico
Síndrome de Pânico

Não mais conversar com ninguém
Não mais namorar ninguém
Onde está o remédio?
Onde está a solução?

Síndrome de Pânico
Síndrome de Pânico
Track Name: Plastic Soda
I declare romance in circunstances in which you and me have met
It's 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
Seven days a week
I wish I'd get by
And gently ask you to stay

Love and Bossa Nova, Plastic Soda
I'm sorry I'll refuse your drinks
But I will take your dreams
Away from Miss Aurora, dooby-doo-bah
And kiss you on flower's way

I declare romance in such a circunstance
It's you and me
Love and Bossa Nova, Plastic Soda
Set us free to play the game

Love and Bossa Nova, Plastic Soda
What do you think about this stone
Let us just be alone
Away from Miss Aurora
And kiss you on flower's way
And gently ask you to stay

Love and Bossa Nova, Plastic Soda
Track Name: Carvão Sobre Tela
Olha o retirante, olha o retirante
Olha o retirante

Distante deserto, Nordeste, Brasil
Dead Cows, Black horses

Olha o retirante, olha o retirante
Olha o retirante

Parece pintura
Carvão sobre tela
Dead Cows, Black horses
Track Name: Um Sorvete Com Vocês
Preciso andar com vocês
Tomar um sorvete com vocês
Preciso saber do Brasil
E da gente linda lá do Rio

Pois todo o compositor
Contemporâneo
Precisa conhecer átomo de urânio
Todo o compositor contemporâneo

As coisas mudaram agora
Já falam em guerra lá fora

Preciso aprender a falar francês
Filmar Nouvelle Vague outra vez
Sou pesquisador
Sou gaúcho inglês
Preciso inspirar-me em vocês
Meu apartamentozinho em Santa Cecília
Cozinha pequena e pouca mobília
Vizinho de Higienópolis, melhor padaria

As coisas mudaram agora
Tocaram minha mobília pra fora

Que tal um chopinho lá no Copan?
Umas fotos turísticas lá no Terraço Itália?
Que tal um chopinho lá no Copan?

As coisas mudaram agora
Tocaram minha mobília pra fora