Jorge de la Vega, an Argentine singer-songwriter and painter, joined the movement in 1968. New Argentine Song. His lyrics share with his visual work the same irony, absurdity, and critical perspective on everyday life. In 1971 he recorded The old man in the galley, an album that he never got to release during his lifetime.
I used to grease my airplanes
with overseas caviar
You were planning another trip
From Paris to Pakistan.
I added dependencies
to our last “palais”
You were ruining your chinchillas
with extracts of “lanvin”.
And upon returning,
We'll stop for half an hour in Acapulco.,
You will rinse your jewels in the sea
while I smoke a cigar
and perhaps,
We'll have a cup of tea on the Riviera
or we'll eat at La Tour d'Argent
a light little thing.
You cooked emeralds
in incense from Iraq,
I was exploring my checkbooks.
in Cadillac tractors.
You were going to Rainier's place
to Paca Borbón's place,
I used to vaccinate the cattle
with oil “on the rocks”.
And upon returning,
We'll stop for a little while in San Francisco.
And with the hippies, who are lovely,
We'll smoke a little cigarette,
Or perhaps,
Let's chip in in Monte Carlo
or let's have a snack by the Parthenon
lying on the grass.
Lily snacks,
Mink with mocha micado,
Melba diamond cup,
planned safari,
turquoise elephants,
mother-of-pearl with lemon,
the millions of gold,
the great neon fight.
And upon returning,
We will donate monsignors and teachers,
wise men and artists and a few lungs
to evade taxes.
Well, you see,
How easy it is to be happy if you settle down
to the little bit of luck that turned out for you
And you're happy with that.
This song is for you
who lives more peacefully
if you drink linden tea.
This song is for you
that preserves the style
by force of coffee.
It's for those who,
With aspirin, we revived
if your spirits decline.
For those who use it moderately
of alcohol and nicotine,
We have adapted.
We adapt to being happy
even if the bad luck is on the inside,
we adapt to making a fuss
to have a lot, even if it's just a story.
We adapt to being smiling
even if we are indifferent,
we adapt to our relatives,
to the ministers and the president.
We adapt to our jobs
even if he's neither handsome nor ugly,
We adapt to spending the winter
even though winter seems endless.
We adapt to anything
as long as it's not too frightening,
We adapt without asking.
Why the hell should we adapt?.
This song is for you
who lives so peacefully
sipping linden tea.
This song is for you
that preserves the style
by force of coffee.
But we must proceed with patience
and control the doses with caution,
Well, maybe one day, out of the blue
Everything changed and we have to start over
again.
And readjust to being happy
even though another argument is brewing inside,
and readjust to making a scene
de tener guita y andar sin vento.
And readjust to smiling
even if we remain indifferent,
and readjust to another mayor,
and other ministers and presidents.
And readjust to a new winter
that things won't improve one bit,
and readjust to a new job
that we don't give a damn about either.
And readjust to being anyone
except for the type one should,
and readjust without asking ourselves
when we started to readjust.
That song is for you,
prefers a dimethyl amino phenyl pemethyl
pyrazolone
or a touch of snuff.
Traveling through a thousand counties, principalities and
duchies, kingdoms and archduchies and
also some few states so
deproletarianized people who are already in another
state, the train passes.
It's visiting the most luxurious villages and
adorned, bejeweled with Bethlehem rooftops,
But those neighborhoods left to the mercy of fate
They are carefully skipped over by the train.
Think it over carefully, get on that train, very soon
You will feel the results, there has been no one who
I left this train after a while.
Having tried it gives you the guarantee of
Once installed, you can continue on your way
for an indefinite time, do not refuse your
Calls from plush marabou storks for you to use
The ostrich train was created.
Perhaps they'll show their everyday windows
vain things or unintentional suburban blunders,
but never profane scenes nor
vulgar jokes will make you come out
gray hair everywhere.
It has also been equipped with a system
suitable installed on each side of the engine,
that in the face of a hidden aggressive force
the locomotive behind a colorless cloud of steam.
No matter how many people get on the train, they will have
All seats are reserved, and no one is seen traveling.
standing up, rather than someone who prefers to go standing,
And it's a well-known fact that this train has adopted
you will be able to watch life go by without getting off at any point,
Stop using those worn-out, misnamed buses.,
There is only one omni-wheeled vehicle: the train of the
ostriches.
I dreamed
What were they doing in Recoleta?
the final tribute
to an illustrious poet.
If only I could have
listen to the speakers
He would have run out
from among the flowers.
I also dreamed
that two old women
who live forgotten all week
and very discreet on Sundays
They go for walks around Recoleta,
upon hearing a vehement speaker
They approached mechanically to listen.
and that finally, among so many people gathered
They were the only two who were excited.
Luckily
It was all a dream
And dreams are just dreams.
I dreamed
with a schoolyard
full of little children wearing rosettes
and with flocks of pigeons
that were flying through the air
with the chimes.
But of those children gathered
Few would have attended the school
if their exasperated mothers
They wouldn't have kicked them.
I dreamed
that of those doves
You wouldn't find one now, not even as a joke.,
because they were exterminated
because of those traumatized creatures.
Luckily,
It was all a dream
And dreams are just dreams.
I dreamed
with a ministry
from dark offices
full of mystery
with very old windows
and waiting rooms
with limited seating
where through long corridors
The lawyers lose their tempers
And even if they're useless, on purpose
They use the elevators as storage.
I dreamed
that by the stairs
They come down with the wind
entire folders
and yawn in annoyance
thinking about retirement
old employees.
Luckily,
It was all a dream
And dreams are just dreams.
I dreamed
that a prophet was coming
y que su doctrina era tan perfecta
that would allow the world
live forever
in peace and harmony,
but the poor leaders
They only understood it superficially.
because they were so brutish and inept
His followers became followers through superstition.
but they transformed their theory
in a simple baking recipe
which they then blindly applied
And so they all cooked sweetly.
Luckily,
It was all a dream
And dreams are just dreams.
But sometimes
life overcomes
Dreams are cruel
imagination.
It is the hour of the magicians,
Everything at once is perfect
and everyone finally gets
which was always his dream.
A house for the poor,
the rich fame and talent,
the boy grows up,
The thin woman sticks out her chest.
Each vacant lot
grows with a skyscraper,
There are delicacies on the plates,
each bone to its dog.
Each witch with her broom,
each priest with his prayers,
To each their own,
each old woman with her old man.
Hands for every street
and legs for the lame.
And in every corner of the world
The Lord's Prayer becomes true.
The redemption of the flesh,
resurrection of the dead
and the forgiveness of sins
They have been quite a success.
Nobody else ever works
if he doesn't do it as a game,
There are gifts galore
and the prisoners are freed.
There are no more race riots,
The dollar falls, the peso rises.,
if anyone wants to die
He must wait until he is old.
The Cold War is over.
And then the kissing began.
and the moon, suddenly,
It was made of honey in heaven.
And it's very easy to verify.
What I'm telling you is true.
Well, who sings this song?
He is mute from birth.
It is the hour of the magicians
Everything suddenly seems perfect…
To be near, to approach,
approach, embrace, and hug,
to brush against each other, to border each other and to become confused,
and to gird and tighten,
to crowd together, to gather together,
approach,
to be attached and included,
to crowd together, to gather close together, and to knot together
and resume, settle down and live together.
Let us unite, let us become one,
let's add, let's add, let's add,
Let's get together, let's hook up, let's gather,
Let's join forces and link up,
Let us reconcile and unite,
Let us adhere, amalgamate, and shuffle,
Let's curl up, soak it up, and intertwine.
and let us intertwine and mingle and
Let's intertwine.
Companion, companion,
consistent, inseparable, conniving,
confusing, approximate, convergent,
juxtaposed and adjacent,
borderline and inherent,
inclusive, included and subsequent:
Look how much people could do
if the dictionary were less imposing.
I was very poor, I had nothing,
and I managed as best I could,
because he was skillful and very patient
I did very different jobs.
I repaired boats and pots,
I wove baskets, I polished player pianos,
but of all the best
That's when I made love to you.
Then I started with the engines
and transistor circuits
And with my own hands I made a robot
who helped me with my work with courage
and selflessness.
I built a crane and an airship
I started a small safety pin business,
but of all the best
That's when I made love to you.
The rare one………………
Now, I own a fortune
I have ten factories instead of one,
We make televisions in one of them
and in another, glasses for television viewers.
I make pizzas, without carbohydrates
already president of a great club
I am a candidate,
but of all the best
It's when I make love to you.
But today, I finally understand what it is I want,
I'm liquidating everything, raffling off the sailboat.,
I'm going to India, even if the doctor says otherwise.
I'm a typical case
of psychedelic delirium.
Now, I am not the same anymore
And even though I get bored with zembudism
I know it's the best of everything.
It's when I make love to you.
The old man in the galley
It can't be taken out,
because she wore it
from a very young age,
sitting in a flowerpot
He watches television,
while picking the flowers
that grow on his cane.
He can't think of anything,
and doesn't even remember,
because he stuck his head in
inside that galley,
the old man in the galley
It can't be taken out,
And what bothers him most
It's wanting to take it off.
If you were to discover,
who wears a galley,
even if I wanted to
could not be removed,
unscrew it
either way,
or sell it to anyone
in horizontal property,
because there are galleys
that imprison the brain,
and they paralyze it, preventing it from functioning.
The old man in the galley
He went to the seashore
to see if the fresh wind
manages to make it fly,
But, fearing that the poor
throw himself off the seawall,
The crowd went to look for him
with cardboard galleys.
Seeing so many people coming
with an identical galley,
He managed to tear his off,
because he found it vulgar,
and, once it's in your hands
The old man had the galley,
from inside the galley
He was able to pull out a rabbit.
And if you were to admit,
that carries a thousand galleys,
that, even though you want to,
It can no longer be taken out,
Make an effort,
either way,
and send your galleys
to the national museum,
because, from within
from a plugged-in galley,
Nobody ever took anything,
nothing will ever come out.
The jailers and the criminals,
the murderers and the criminals,
dictators and their confidants and
the most vehement depraved,
the immoral and the insolent,
the undesirable and the indecent,
drug traffickers,
the most eminent cannibals,
the oppressors of decent people,
usurers and all their relatives,
masturbators and their assistants,
the inquisitors with their detergents,
the bloodsuckers and the wretched,
the torturers and the bribable,
the assailants in their raincoats,
the most memorable degenerates,
the impostors and many other scoundrels,
the rosary-makers with their rosaries,
the demagogues with their tragic faces,
werewolves and Count Dracula,
those who kill the innocent,
the most depressing specimens,
They are manufactured just like you
starting with a baby.
A cyclist passed me yesterday.
overhead
And now, I'm hospitalized
recovering in the hospital,
I wish I were recovered.
for tomorrow without fail
because tomorrow over the head
Two cyclists are supposed to pass me.
Two cyclists passed me
overhead
And now, I'm hospitalized
recovering in the hospital,
I wish I were recovered.
for tomorrow without fail
because tomorrow over the head
Four cyclists have to pass me.
Four cyclists passed me
overhead
And now, I'm hospitalized
recovering in the hospital,
I wish I were recovered.
for tomorrow without fail
because tomorrow over the head
Eight cyclists must pass me.
Eight cyclists passed me
overhead
And now, I'm hospitalized
recovering in the hospital,
I wish I were recovered.
for tomorrow without fail
because tomorrow over the head
Sixteen cyclists must pass me.
Sixteen cyclists passed me
overhead
And now, I'm hospitalized
recovering in the hospital,
I wish I were recovered.
for tomorrow without fail
because tomorrow over the head
Thirty-two cyclists must pass me.
And I can just imagine.
Judging by the faces they're making
all of you who are starting to realize it
How many will be the next cyclists?
that they will have to pass over my head.
And how many reasons will there be?
which I absolutely must improve,
But now I want to ask you
Do they know it through deductions?
or simply by comparison,
with your own personal experience?
Thirty-two cyclists passed me
overhead
And now, I'm hospitalized
recovering in the hospital,
I wish I were recovered.
for tomorrow without fail
because tomorrow, upon my head
Many more must happen to me.
The little worm goes for a stroll
and in the grass
He's drawing a little picture.
which is exactly like the little worm.
And the little drawing goes for a walk
and in the grass
The little worm is getting wormy.
which is exactly like the drawing.
The river moon is seen
like a coin rolling in the sky,
the fish that in the sky
It's wetting stars
It twinkles at the bottom of the sea.
And the little worm keeps on strolling
and at the same time he keeps asking himself
if the whole world is not
a drawing upside down.
A little worm of law
and a little upside-down drawing,
a little drawing of the right
and the whole world turned upside down.
For some time now
The little worm strolls by
without caring a damn anymore
from the drawing that, at his feet,
It slowly appears in the grass.
Just like the little worm
but turned upside down.
Because one fine day came
to be so annoyed
of the drawn enigma
that has begun to pull
and with the lines of the drawing he made the ball of yarn
with which a simple suit
It was made on a loom.
And by presenting himself thus, dressed as “himself”,
overflowing with optimism,
It makes us reflect
that the little worm “in person” is different
of almost all people
that exists in real life.
Because he has understood that the world has meaning
if he looks determined
all together and at once
And if life isn't shared equally:
a piece of law
and a piece of the reverse side.
And by presenting himself thus, dressed as “himself”,
overflowing with optimism,
It makes us reflect
that the little worm “in person” is different
of almost all people
that exists in real life.
Because he has understood that the world has meaning
if he looks determined
all together and at once
And if life isn't shared equally:
a piece of law
and a piece of the reverse side.
Little worm of law,
upside-down drawing,
little drawing of the right,
upside-down worm.
Yes, sir,
I'm going to tell you what happened to me
with Teresa the cat
when he climbed onto my table.
There he found
a large plate of sweets and ate.
So hungry that after a while
had cleaned the plate.
This cat eats everything
It swallows everything it finds,
if I had to pay for it
The rent wouldn't be enough.
devours bread
and drinks wine
swallow tomato candy
with cucumber slices,
eat pears, eat grapes,
eat the finest cheese,
eats everything it finds
on the neighbor's plate.
When I saw her
I said to him, what are you doing here?
And Teresa the cat
He walked away sadly.
And you know
Where did I find her a little while ago?
Inside the wardrobe
chewing on a hat!
This cat eats everything.,
It swallows everything it finds
if I had to pay for it
His rent wouldn't be enough;
eat nougat
with Coca-Cola,
swallow artichoke cream
and endive fritters,
pickled pineapple
and green bean tarts,
what I've never achieved
It's that he eats the mice.
On a full moon night
bury in cemetery
six cloves of garlic and one eye
ripped from a lizard.
To invoke Beelzebub
Babalú and Abracadabra,
powdered bone, talisman,
enchiridion and pantagra.
Black cat on a broomstick,
Nostradamus and Samantha,
plus this will be effective
only if the one who performs the magic
He is lucid, he has faith
and a spotless conscience.
Distribute ubiquitously
with committed media
orthicons, prospects
in transcended spheres.
Invoke cybernetics,
semantic stereo-baffle
status, paraphernalia,
shampoo in sachets motivated,
psychosomatizations
and an altimetric selector,
plus this will be effective
if it is managed skillfully,
that all abuse is risky
because it can get on your nerves:
one thing is to do magic
And another, to take the lead.
The Pope travels to Bogotá
a Kennedy messenger
consultation in Uruguay
to integrate cabinet.
He falls into the river, intoxicated.
several nations disagree
university reform
There were new incidents.
Salan released
Isabel Sarli denies it
another mysterious crime
The Ku Klux Klan reappears
for having long hair
Albert Einstein is imprisoned.
Casualties rise in Vietnam
French francs are falling
censorship mutilates films
Grand cruise to Porto Alegre
several Martians on plates
They make a lot of scribbles.
It was decreed that the money
for nuclear weapons,
parades and propaganda,
it must be used, from now on
housing construction
and educational works.
“Crossword”, ”Obituaries”
“Comics” and “His Luck”
Imagination triumphs
campaign against the plague
Union Florida champion
gentle northeast winds.
Things are happening
the ones that are never talked about
And we all know them.
But it's taboo to talk about them.
Ask your husband
and he'll pretend he doesn't know anything about it.
Tell your wife,
You will never see her again.
Consult your lawyer.
will look the other way.
Discuss it with your analyst.,
He'll say you're a masochist.
Ask the authority
And you will be imprisoned!
Things are happening
that we don't even joke about.
And, in the pool of the world,
We washed both our hands.
Ask Mona Lisa
and her smile will fade,
Tell a prelate about it
and you will be excommunicated.
Tell that to a communist
and it will put you on the list.
Ask capitalism
and you will unleash the cataclysm.
Ask a socialist.
And he will say, “May heaven help me!”
Things are happening
but we wash our hands of it
The identi-kits are smiling,
the procession is on the inside.
Consult a palm reader.
and will fall silent instantly.
Tell it to your pillow
and she'll pretend to be sleepy.
Ask a fortune teller
and he will die of trichinosis,
and so-and-so and what's-his-name
They must wash their hands,
ask humanity
No one will answer you.
I have a white canary
in a pretty cage
that chirps happily
if one requests it.
She is very happy with her house
and with its sweet birdseed
and only occasionally
He seems a little nervous.
One day, while distracted,
I forgot the cage open
and I was amazed to see that the living
He stayed and closed the door.
Once upon a time, on his gates,
He saw a little bird fly by.
that freely soared through the sky
with an unknown destination.
And he exclaimed, "My God! What is this?"
What a lack of seriousness!
And that's how the world they still leave behind goes.
Canaries in the wild!
Sacrifice, great patience
and a job without reluctance,
It was hard for me to make a canary
a perfect human being.
So many people crowded together
up and down, it comes and goes
increasingly tight
silently and without stopping.
Streets, parks and avenues
They stuff themselves more and more
Some cross the walls
or pass through the glass.
Some people climb walls
because there's no room downstairs
some climb over others
in order to move forward.
The sidewalks are being crushed
The elevators are breaking down
It's pointless for anyone to ask anymore.
that we don't step on the flowers.
There's nothing worse than being arrested
than to advance recklessly
if patience is lost
in overpopulation.
Dead ends,
order to go back
the shoes get hot
while they erase the city.
Shoulder to shoulder, shoulder to shoulder
and the nose with hair gel
It's hanging from my ear
My neighbor's glasses.
Inside the mirrors
the crowd went in
and my face, among other things
Confused, she took it.
This hand, it's not my hand,
This leg is not mine.
My clothes are full
from strangers.
There is no worse ambition
who aspire to stand out
and become individualized
in overpopulation.
From Antarctica to La Quiaca
There is no more room in Argentina
even though we inhabit our
underwater platform.
The world is already crowded
and there's not a pin to be seen
we will die squeezed together
But yes, standing up.
Someone once told me
that in a very distant time
There was space and the couples
They strolled hand in hand.
My teeth bite the back of your neck
I can't see your face
I have no other choice.
that I love you with all my soul.
And to think that despite
that there was plenty of space
everyone was getting in each other's way
just for climbing.
