Sem Essa, Aranha (1970) - full transcript
Banker, acting as an international front, lives dangerously among a blonde, a brunette and a dark woman, his lover.
NO WAY, SPIDER
A BELAIR PRODUCTION
Boys. For you...
why don't you do what
everyone else does?
Sell the same car
three or four times.
It's the only way out of the crisis.
A country of anonymous
writers, anonymous doctors,
a society of castaway scholars.
Is it Wednesday or Thursday?
I don't know whether it's
Wednesday or Thursday.
Did you marry the masses or me?
I honestly don't know.
But Brazil needs me more
than you need my money.
You forget our children.
I never forgot my children,
but nor can I forget the
80 million Brazilians.
Don't kid yourself,
you can't blackmail me.
I'm your wife, I can knock
you down whenever I like.
If you want a divorce
I can give you one right now!
I wouldn't give you the
satisfaction. I have my standards
I'm the only one who thinks
about my children, no one else.
I think about my children too,
but when I get to ten million,
I stop thinking about them.
...Informs distinguished patrons
it will not be held
responsible for umbrellas
or other objects
stolen during this show.
Ladies and gentlemen,
we are truly experiencing
a real Brazilian moment.
Waiter, two Cuba libres!
I wonder
haven't you realized
that my love is all yours?
I wonder...
do I have to cry,
for you to believe me?
I wonder...
do you already have someone else?
If so, I won't love anyone!
My dear, I need you
I can't live without you
Without you I can't go on...
I wonder...
I wonder...
I wonder...
Attention!
Stop!
Hello girls, good bye.
Being handsome is a drag.
When He made me, God was suffering
from a superiority complex.
Don't laugh.
Laugh at a nearsighted airport.
That's funny.
All I wanted was to do
away with the mistakes of
the last sixty centuries.
It's been six thousand years.
It's been six thousand years.
It's been six thousand years.
If the earth's 200 billion inhabitants
knew what I was thinking now,
what I'm planning,
if they understood the
activities of the 200 billion,
of the 200 bosses.
That's when you need to drop the bombs.
Attention, I've done
everything a white man could do
Jerks! A new age is dawning.
Six thousand years
weigh heavily upon me.
Striptease!
If I have to get married again,
I've said it a thousand times,
I've said it a thousand times,
I won't marry a man.
Men are worse than Indians.
Who spit on the stairs?
Is that any place to spit?
Who spit on the stairs?
It isn't known for certain
whether or not he believes.
His God suddenly spits blood.
While the virgin surrenders
to a certain Hungarian
for a few pieces
of yellow metal.
The night of September 15
fell like a swing.
My God, oh my God,
September has passed,
October and November
we're already in December
my God what is to become of us!
My God, oh my God
That's how the poor speak in
the Northeastern drought
afraid of pestilence,
and famine!
Oh, oh, oh...
On the 13th of the month,
he did an experiment,
he lost his faith on
rocks of salt.
My God, oh my God,
one more hope,
he holds tight,
thinking of the muddy waters
of a happy Christmas.
Oh, oh, oh...
Christmas came and went,
but the muddy waters didn't come
The red sun
rose far beyond,
My God, oh my God,
from the top of the trees,
the cicada sings,
no one sees the muddy waters,
for there are none.
Oh, oh, oh...
Without rain on the land,
January is disappointing,
then February in the
same summer sun,
My God, oh my God,
so the northerner says to himself
he says: "this is punishment,
it won't rain any more."
Oh, oh, oh...
He begs for March,
which is the favorite month,
of dear Saint Joseph
My God, oh my God,
But no rain comes,
there's nothing more to do.
This is a two-bit country
Worthless little planet.
The solar system is trash.
Worthless little planet.
Sub-planet!
Sub-planet!
The solar system is trash.
It's a vision.
It's a vision.
It's all wrong.
I see everything upside-down.
It's all wrong.
For six thousand years everything's
been wrong, upside-down.
Only now do I see six
thousand years of hunger.
It's all backwards.
He is irreplaceable.
There will never again
be anyone like the Spider.
Yes I had to work that scam.
It was the only way out
for millions of castaways.
To fool hunger and the turning universe.
Such is our tale
a spider destroying
itself in silence.
Worthless little planet.
Conceited litte planet.
The solar system is trash.
Worthless little planet.
I'll kill myself yet.
One day I'll kill myself.
The woman is insane.
What a lunatic,
she's crazy,
she's really gone.
I believe those are the
piercing cries of the goat.
Ay, I'll kill myself.
Hail Mary. Hail holy Queen,
hail holy Queen.
Hail holy Queen mother of God.
Around a man
who showed off his rotten
teeth in a fan-like arrangement.
The crowd closed in on him.
In order to blow up the
planet we need to sin twice as hard.
We need to sin twice as much
so the planet won't turn upside-down.
We've got to.
We need to sin twice as hard.
We need to sin twice as much
so the planet won't turn upside-down.
We need to sin twice as much.
Hail holy Queen,
Hail holy Queen
May Bongo, my great
chief, not let me down.
Summon all the spirits of evil.
But I want nothing to do with God.
I want the Devil.
Hear us Eshu of Mud.
All us Brazilians need the Devil.
Evil is the way out.
Grant us the special radiation
of our mightiest friend
caboclo do Mat?o,
along with the Larib?ia,
caboclo Arranca-toco,
Guarani,
Ceci and Diamantina.
We need to sin twice as hard
so the planet won't turn upside-down.
Ay My Saint Lazarus.
Help me.
Ay what a stomach ache.
Ay what a stomach ache.
That afternoon,
in a small burlesque
theater in Assunci?n,
she left home to kill herself.
Attention. Extras,
attention. One moment please.
Would our friend kindly score
a symphony for my act?
I'm Pretty Joe,
"wimmens' little peril".
And I only come on with a drum roll.
Where are the women?
Pretty Joe without women
is like Tarzan without Jane.
Women good night,
men, goodbye.
Being handsome is a drag.
Being hot is a drag. Women,
notice the detail of
my "womanistic" ennui
Ay what cowardice.
Ay what hunger.
Pay attention to my hip.
Being handsome is a drag.
He is married
I'm his mistress
that lives like a zeal woman
'cose everything is missing at home.
He is married
Ay, I'm really hungry,
I can't sing when I'm hungry,
my throat goes hoarse.
Why did you stop to eat
that turkey breast?
I was really hungry, my
belly was hurting so much.
I wonder if I can
already return to Brazil.
I can't bear this worthless
little country any longer.
Life just wears you out
and one day you get desperate.
I started when I was fifteen,
now I'm twenty,
this is all I know how to do in life.
I adore you.
You adore beating up on me.
I'm going to live life.
I'm going to get me an American tourist.
You'll all starve to death.
I'm through with
show business. Over.
Araci, Claudete,
you suckers.
You're suckers.
I'm going to live life.
Suckers.
Suckers.
The circus was packed.
All the best people in
the village were there,
The happy ticket taker smiled,
the crowd watched,
the assistant sat up straight
in his seat to enjoy the show.
As the music started up,
the clown received the cruel telegram.
The poor astonished
mute read the terse
message which said that
God had taken his poor old mother.
The poor man stood in a corner.
His eyes filled with tears,
he wept waves of tears while
the public shouted "Be a clown!"
I recognize and identify
the repressed male Brazilian.
A product of the climate,
the slavocratic economy
and the inhuman morality
that produce millions
of desperate masturbators
and pederasts.
With this sun and these women!
In order to uphold imperialism
and the reactionary family
I know the loose legs type.
Capable of the worst and
most hypocritical intentions
on the streets of Brazil.
Aghast, the poor mute read the paper
which said that
God had taken his poor old mother.
Wretch stood in a corner,
his eyes filled with tears,
wept oceans of tears.
And the public shouted
"Be a clown!"
Let him play!"
The poor man leapt off his bench,
for please the crowd he must,
though he wept uncontrollably.
Ah my poor dear mother,
see this sad land of mine,
I cannot even weep for you.
Cursing in that dark chamber,
the clown wept at his misfortune.
The night was cold,
my grief profound,
my grief profound.
Save me masters of the fire,
save me the Eshu of Skulls,
the Eshu of Mud,
the Eshu of Tides,
the Velvet Eshu.
Not even the spirits
pay me any mind anymore.
I am a medium
abandoned by his spirits.
Give me a voucher for ten cruzeiros?
Not even for coffee,
not even for coffee.
We shall return to Brazil
in a week perhaps.
When are we going back to Brazil?
Maybe
in a week.
I am neither Catholic
nor Brazilian.
I don't understand the laws.
I have no sense of morality.
I'm a brute
but I can still save myself.
Love,
Love.
Why don't you surrender
your soul to God,
like me?
I'm already there.
This is the Devil.
The Devil himself.
Only the Devil
plays Quimbanda.
This morning
I met the Devil playing pool,
but he split...
For the time being, this
is the only way out for
I wanted to be a woman, see?
While you talk to God and go hungry.
I talk directly to the Devil.
Save me lord of fire,
Eshu of the Tides,
Eshu of Mud,
Velvet Eshu.
Skull Eshu.
No one,
no one,
not even the spirits
pay me any mind.
Maybe,
Maybe!
I'm a medium
abandoned by his own spirits,
I already belong to the Devil.
Only the Devil would
be up for Quimbanda.
I'll sell my soul to the Devil today,
For the time being, this is
the way out for Brazilians,
I tried White magic,
but now I'm going the way of darkness,
the way of evil.
Quimbanda is the same as Umbanda,
only it uses evil.
It uses evil
I always had a feeling
the Devil liked us.
I made a pact with the Devil,
he will show up at twelve o'clock.
I always suspected
the Devil liked us.
What we need to do is leave
this worthless continent.
Go Spider,
Spider,
Spider, Spider, Spider.
Spider, Spider...
Woman, have you got
any face powder?
- I haven't got anything
- Lipstick?
Nothing. I'm leaving, I'm leaving.
Why, woman?
I'm tired of show business.
Why, woman?
I'm leaving, I'm leaving.
He ate a sandwich and killed himself.
He cut himself right in front
of me and I couldn't do a thing.
We're here.
And where's Brazil? Where is it?
On the other page?
Brazil is out.
Brazil must be off the page here.
Off the page?
SHIT FOR ALL
We need to sin twice
as hard so the world
won't turn upside-down.
Don't worry. I'll kill myself tomorrow.
Everything,
permanent.
We need to sin twice as hard
so the world won't
turn upside-down.
How about it, Spider?
Anything today?
Listen, bet a thousand
cruzeiros on the nose.
I have to play the alligator,
put me down for one "conto".
I want to bet on the alligator.
Today I,
today I have to win no matter what, see?
I sure do. Eighty families
and six hundred children.
I've gotta win. I've gotta win.
But of course I'm going to win.
Yemanj? said I would win.
Spider, what about the
panhandling problem?
What about the
panhandling problem?
Mass drowning.
There are two words
that ought to be expunged
from of the dictionary.
Two words that ought to be crossed out.
Cancer and underdeveloped.
She's a pretty young woman.
Yemanj? Said I would
win and I'm gonna win.
This way Spider. Spider listen.
Let's sleep together tonight?
Let's sleep together, Spider?
Let's sleep together?
- I don't know. I'll think it over.
- Look Spider.
Look what I've got here.
I've got some cash here.
500, what do you say, Spider?
Spider? Are you game, Spider?
I'll think about it, scram,
I'll think about it,
scram, yiiii the devil.
Ay what a stomach ache.
Ay what a stomach ache.
Saint Lazarus.
Saint Lazarus.
Hail holy queen,
hail holy queen.
What are we doing here on earth?
Out, out, out, out.
What are we doing here on Earth?
Out Ex? Caveira.
You starving ghosts.
Tell me how the deal went,
the mulatta deal over in Africa.
Girl, you wouldn't believe it.
That was some story.
So this gringo shows up wanting
to hire a group of seven mulattas.
And off I went.
Here's the deal. I was a dancer
and a cabaret artist.
And I was making steady money, see?
But since they said
this would pay in dollars.
We would be working
for a chain of fancy
European night clubs.
So off we all go.
But when we get there,
it's a whole other story.
We had to dance and to sing.
The stuff we're used to.
They want us to go out with
the gringos during the show
and get them tanked up.
And at the end of the evening
there's some other business
that's not in the contract.
So... you know me -
I'm the suspicious type
so I just split.
But the whole deal was solid,
I had to talk to some
friends over there,
some Portuguese politics
I'd met over here,
and they took care of things for me.
As for the other girls,
they're in a bad situation.
Seems like there's some
kind of technicality where,
if they don't accept the
stipulations in the contract,
they get sent back on a cargo ship.
And the boat, honey,
you wouldn't believe what
goes down on that boat
We have to put up with
that whole business,
all kinds of madness on that ship.
Spider,
Spider,
have you got something to eat?
My Saint Lazarus.
This is all I've got. Is it enough?
May Yemanj? protect you.
Thanks.
Yemanj?.
Yemanj?. Yemanj?.
Spider, Spider, Spider.
Yemanj?.
My Saint Lazarus.
Yemanj?.
My stomach hurts.
Spider, are you Catholic?
I don't know.
I stopped being a Catholic in
order to become a Christian.
I stopped believing in God
God that I might believe in
the resurrection of Lazarus.
The Brazilian path is the path of evil.
Ay what a stomach ache.
I'm hungry.
I'm hungry.
Yemanj?.
Yemanj?.
I'm hungry.
I'm hungry.
Sleepwalkers and suckers of Brazil.
Monkeys, monkey business.
What is Brazil?
What are Brazilians?
Inside the favela,
in the Spider mansion,
the national bourgeoisie.
The Spider,
self-made financier, banker,
political adviser and
international figurehead.
From the heart of the
favela to the rest of Brazil.
To be in a tight spot,
just be entertained.
Not funny;
A denture-wearing bull
wolf whistling at a cow in Bermuda
shorts - that's funny
The fate of humanity is horrifying.
Some day she'll appear.
No use making a prayer,
yesterday I was coming back
from the cheap dance hall,
with my dear Cecilia,
When they shouted,
look at Padilha!
But I didn't flinch,
one day the upset pig,
attacked me,
and said, "you're the ninth, right"?
"But I'm Francisco.
I work like a slave
and I'm a stower,
I can prove it to you sir."
Said the youth,
wearing glasses in vain
he gave me a
chop on the neck.
I fell to the ground
on my face.
Listen girl
I need to talk to you.
Meet me under that lettuce patch, ok?
I wouldn't find it the least bit
inconvenient if the world ended right now.
Our time is without a doubt
the worst of all times.
This is no longer Brazil.
We believed certain things
would never happen here.
The terrorist wants to transform
Brazil into the anti-Brazil,
and the Brazilian into an anti-Brazilian.
There was a time
when scoundrels had scruples.
They did their dirty work
far away from the others.
Never to a Flamengo vs
Fluminense soccer game audience.
Nowadays
scoundrels drop bombs
all over the place.
No one knows why,
from one minute to the
next, this favela became
the final stop of the
notorious long march of hunger.
Every year two million wretches
migrate from the interior to the favela.
We don't know why
all the wretched
beggars and panhandlers in the country
come here by the thousands.
They multiply
and become a public calamity.
We must urgently create
the national ministry
of paupers and bankruptcy.
No beggar ever became a millionaire.
I have to go to United States,
because I like
the people of America,
you understand?
And now, well sing,
we'll sing, we'll sing.
I was invited to work
in a film in Hollywood
pretending to be your Captain Blood,
and accepting the profitable
proposal, I soon embarked,
Captain Galloay and I,
upon arriving there
I was introduced
to famous celebrities
who said,
this is a real artist,
the one who did a film in Berlin
sang samba in Beijing,
and other novelties,
I responded, this is arrogance,
inspite of being
the best in the style,
not to gloat,
I never was rich,
I felt a bit stifled,
I couldn't understand many
words in "American,"
but I wanted to come off
as Mr. Nice Guy,
I spoke to Claudette Colbert,
and someone called
Clark Gable,
Lon Shaney...
I tap-danced with GoodBye,
I did a film with Boris Karloff,
Akim Tamiroff
and with the small Sabu,
who invited me to film
in Hono Lulu,
that's when I left because
I can't ride an elephant.
Hold it right there, honey.
I'm flat broke.
I'm hungry.
Not with me.
Trust me.
- I'm hungry.
- Not with me, honey.
I'm hungry.
I told you. Things are rough.
It ain't gonna work with you and me.
I am the Spider,
I have 30 million at my disposal to
teach Brazilians to read and write
naturally with the disinterested
support of foreign capital.
I shall leave for Washington.
I will transform the Amazon -
I will transform the
Amazon into a river lake.
I will parcel off the
state of Mato Grosso.
I shall import the
last good men on earth.
I'm Omar, the Brazilian,
son of God, the Brazilian.
I'm worried about the
Flamengo-Fluminense soccer game scores
and about my own funeral.
I'm hungry,
I'm hungry,
I'm hungry,
What is this?
Could it be that the Spider was a
representative of the Western right?
Favoring the annihilation of
humanity
through the bomb
and hunger?
No way, Spider.
No way, Spider.
Ay what a stomach ache.
Ay I'm hungry,
it hurts,
it hurts.
Understand, doctor,
about the uproar that
happened in my shack.
In the morning I didn't wanna annoyace,
she was anger and tore my jacket.
I loose my temper, doctor.
And there was a candlestick.
I'm here in jail,
and she is in the hospital.
Understand, doctor,
about the uproar that
happened in my shack.
In the morning
I didn't wanna annoyace,
she was anger and tore my jacket.
I loose my temper, doctor.
And there was a candlestick.
I'm here in jail,
and she is in the hospital.
Once prosperous tourism has
been reduced to almost nothing
other scarecrows, the Spider's decision
to hang a member of the opposition
right in the middle of the airport
didn't go down well at all.
What little wealth is produced
goes to secret Swiss bank accounts
or foreign safety deposit boxes.
Sugar exports are completely controlled
controlled by the Haitian
American Sugar Company.
When I ran from the living room
to the kitchen, the old lady came after me.
Saying that I was cross-eyed, sir.
A foolish woman.
Nonsense, gossiping about
someone just to be mean.
And now they talk about me...
There is no consumption
because there are no consumers.
Land belongs to the few, income to some.
We've got this pension of
forty million illiterates,
with a per capita income
just above that of Bolivia.
Caged salaries,
voiceless unions,
penniless entrepreneurs.
Bad credit and increased bankruptcy.
Stupidity isn't a
monopoly of any one group
Least of all to Brazilians.
My dear Brazilian millionaire, I ask you,
shall you enter
the kingdom of heaven?
Being handsome is such a drag.
I'm irresistible to women.
I can't understand the revolt.
No one ever rebelled here.
Except to rob more.
Terror isn't Brazilian.
I'm so out of it I'd do anything to
end cancer, hunger,
fever, cold.
Here in this republic
everything is crooked,
starting with
the president's ranch,
and to keep from starving
I've already sold my soul to the Devil,
but terror isn't Brazilian.
Who are you?
Good question.
I came from the ends of the earth.
I'm a child of the far beyond.
My name is America.
Wonder of the whole world.
In the Spring of the year
1000 the earth stood still
and no one paid any attention,
the rich gave everything
away to the poor,
no one wanted anything,
the churches stayed
open day and night.
I'm hungry.
The day before the world ended
was the only day that was any good.
Ay what a stomach ache
There are those that
take a beating, urinate.
The new Christ will appear in
the final moments of the world.
And who loose their life.
He may be one of your children.
That was a normal day for Sonia.
It depends on Him alone.
In three minutes
she would be a pile of flesh, milk,
hair and garbage.
Starving ghosts.
Leaning against the walls
among rotted slats,
- We need to sin twice as hard
- mangled microphones,
hard so the planet won't turn upside-down.
Sweat and stench, chaos and garbage.
Give me a drink.
I have a stomach ache.
To promptly investigate the biggest
con artist in the Brazilian history,
Osmar Peres Spider.
He single-handedly controlled 80%
of S?o Paulo automobile sales.
A shark who ruled sixteen
municipal districts
and was involved in arms dealing
with Egypt's King Farouk.
Whose greatest invention
simply consisted of selling,
eight, nine or more times over,
piece of land,
automobile or be sitting room seven.
After she spent 36 days prophesying,
After she spent days and night prophesying.
About several subjects.
We need to sin twice as hard
so the planet won't
turn upside-down.
Ay I'm so hungry!
Shango told us to dance,
he told us to dance.
And have faith.
Shango told us to dance.
He told us to dance.
Shango is the king of urubaba.
Shango belongs to the stone quarry
Shango is king of the heavenly bodies.
Shango is the king of umbanda.
Your children call upon you.
Shango!
Shango!
Shango!
She is a pretty girl.
She is Yemanja's daugther.
Ogum He came from Aruana.
Hey, what happened?
It was the death squad,
they showed up
and took away a couple,
man and a woman.
My God, what a calamity.
He wins the battle to salve
the daughter of the Umbanda.
The Death squad showed up and
took away the man and the woman.
Ay I'm hungry.
My belly aches.
I'm so hungry.
Ay what a stomach ache,
what a stomach ache,
what a stomach ache!
I'm hungry,
I'm starving.
Ay what a stomach ache,
what a stomach ache,
I'm hungry.
French kiss.
I'm not sure you all understand
we're experiencing an
Anti-Brazilian moment.
I don't know what's going to happen
or where it'll all end!
Come, you beautiful brunette,
come to my arms,
Come on, honey,
come dance
I want to see you swinging
I want to see you sway
I want to see you moving
Until the sun comes up
I want to see you moving
Until the sun comes up
Come, you beautiful brunette,
come to my arms,
Pensioners of all Brazil,
I'm dreaming. This is a dream.
I'm going to reform the Ten Commandments.
Fix all this.
Otherwise where will it all end?
Where will it end?
Where will this body take me?
Where will this body take me?
We are a dream
that needs to be crushed.
Your hot sniffs
on my neck
give me goose bumps
It makes this old man
feel young
and all of a sudden my heart
makes my blood boil.
When I saw the land burning
like the bonfire of Saint John
I asked the God of heaven,
why such torment!
I asked the God of heaven,
why such torment!
We are alone in the name of everything.
For our lack of luck and
hunger during Carnaval,
women stab one another in
the middle of the street.
They drown. They drink acid and
arsenic. They tear open their veins.
They refuse food.
They throw themselves
under steamrollers.
They jump off Sugar Loaf.
They hang themselves
from fashionable garters, -
and now comes the worst,
Brazil and its destiny,
Brazilians and their doubt.
A BELAIR PRODUCTION
Boys. For you...
why don't you do what
everyone else does?
Sell the same car
three or four times.
It's the only way out of the crisis.
A country of anonymous
writers, anonymous doctors,
a society of castaway scholars.
Is it Wednesday or Thursday?
I don't know whether it's
Wednesday or Thursday.
Did you marry the masses or me?
I honestly don't know.
But Brazil needs me more
than you need my money.
You forget our children.
I never forgot my children,
but nor can I forget the
80 million Brazilians.
Don't kid yourself,
you can't blackmail me.
I'm your wife, I can knock
you down whenever I like.
If you want a divorce
I can give you one right now!
I wouldn't give you the
satisfaction. I have my standards
I'm the only one who thinks
about my children, no one else.
I think about my children too,
but when I get to ten million,
I stop thinking about them.
...Informs distinguished patrons
it will not be held
responsible for umbrellas
or other objects
stolen during this show.
Ladies and gentlemen,
we are truly experiencing
a real Brazilian moment.
Waiter, two Cuba libres!
I wonder
haven't you realized
that my love is all yours?
I wonder...
do I have to cry,
for you to believe me?
I wonder...
do you already have someone else?
If so, I won't love anyone!
My dear, I need you
I can't live without you
Without you I can't go on...
I wonder...
I wonder...
I wonder...
Attention!
Stop!
Hello girls, good bye.
Being handsome is a drag.
When He made me, God was suffering
from a superiority complex.
Don't laugh.
Laugh at a nearsighted airport.
That's funny.
All I wanted was to do
away with the mistakes of
the last sixty centuries.
It's been six thousand years.
It's been six thousand years.
It's been six thousand years.
If the earth's 200 billion inhabitants
knew what I was thinking now,
what I'm planning,
if they understood the
activities of the 200 billion,
of the 200 bosses.
That's when you need to drop the bombs.
Attention, I've done
everything a white man could do
Jerks! A new age is dawning.
Six thousand years
weigh heavily upon me.
Striptease!
If I have to get married again,
I've said it a thousand times,
I've said it a thousand times,
I won't marry a man.
Men are worse than Indians.
Who spit on the stairs?
Is that any place to spit?
Who spit on the stairs?
It isn't known for certain
whether or not he believes.
His God suddenly spits blood.
While the virgin surrenders
to a certain Hungarian
for a few pieces
of yellow metal.
The night of September 15
fell like a swing.
My God, oh my God,
September has passed,
October and November
we're already in December
my God what is to become of us!
My God, oh my God
That's how the poor speak in
the Northeastern drought
afraid of pestilence,
and famine!
Oh, oh, oh...
On the 13th of the month,
he did an experiment,
he lost his faith on
rocks of salt.
My God, oh my God,
one more hope,
he holds tight,
thinking of the muddy waters
of a happy Christmas.
Oh, oh, oh...
Christmas came and went,
but the muddy waters didn't come
The red sun
rose far beyond,
My God, oh my God,
from the top of the trees,
the cicada sings,
no one sees the muddy waters,
for there are none.
Oh, oh, oh...
Without rain on the land,
January is disappointing,
then February in the
same summer sun,
My God, oh my God,
so the northerner says to himself
he says: "this is punishment,
it won't rain any more."
Oh, oh, oh...
He begs for March,
which is the favorite month,
of dear Saint Joseph
My God, oh my God,
But no rain comes,
there's nothing more to do.
This is a two-bit country
Worthless little planet.
The solar system is trash.
Worthless little planet.
Sub-planet!
Sub-planet!
The solar system is trash.
It's a vision.
It's a vision.
It's all wrong.
I see everything upside-down.
It's all wrong.
For six thousand years everything's
been wrong, upside-down.
Only now do I see six
thousand years of hunger.
It's all backwards.
He is irreplaceable.
There will never again
be anyone like the Spider.
Yes I had to work that scam.
It was the only way out
for millions of castaways.
To fool hunger and the turning universe.
Such is our tale
a spider destroying
itself in silence.
Worthless little planet.
Conceited litte planet.
The solar system is trash.
Worthless little planet.
I'll kill myself yet.
One day I'll kill myself.
The woman is insane.
What a lunatic,
she's crazy,
she's really gone.
I believe those are the
piercing cries of the goat.
Ay, I'll kill myself.
Hail Mary. Hail holy Queen,
hail holy Queen.
Hail holy Queen mother of God.
Around a man
who showed off his rotten
teeth in a fan-like arrangement.
The crowd closed in on him.
In order to blow up the
planet we need to sin twice as hard.
We need to sin twice as much
so the planet won't turn upside-down.
We've got to.
We need to sin twice as hard.
We need to sin twice as much
so the planet won't turn upside-down.
We need to sin twice as much.
Hail holy Queen,
Hail holy Queen
May Bongo, my great
chief, not let me down.
Summon all the spirits of evil.
But I want nothing to do with God.
I want the Devil.
Hear us Eshu of Mud.
All us Brazilians need the Devil.
Evil is the way out.
Grant us the special radiation
of our mightiest friend
caboclo do Mat?o,
along with the Larib?ia,
caboclo Arranca-toco,
Guarani,
Ceci and Diamantina.
We need to sin twice as hard
so the planet won't turn upside-down.
Ay My Saint Lazarus.
Help me.
Ay what a stomach ache.
Ay what a stomach ache.
That afternoon,
in a small burlesque
theater in Assunci?n,
she left home to kill herself.
Attention. Extras,
attention. One moment please.
Would our friend kindly score
a symphony for my act?
I'm Pretty Joe,
"wimmens' little peril".
And I only come on with a drum roll.
Where are the women?
Pretty Joe without women
is like Tarzan without Jane.
Women good night,
men, goodbye.
Being handsome is a drag.
Being hot is a drag. Women,
notice the detail of
my "womanistic" ennui
Ay what cowardice.
Ay what hunger.
Pay attention to my hip.
Being handsome is a drag.
He is married
I'm his mistress
that lives like a zeal woman
'cose everything is missing at home.
He is married
Ay, I'm really hungry,
I can't sing when I'm hungry,
my throat goes hoarse.
Why did you stop to eat
that turkey breast?
I was really hungry, my
belly was hurting so much.
I wonder if I can
already return to Brazil.
I can't bear this worthless
little country any longer.
Life just wears you out
and one day you get desperate.
I started when I was fifteen,
now I'm twenty,
this is all I know how to do in life.
I adore you.
You adore beating up on me.
I'm going to live life.
I'm going to get me an American tourist.
You'll all starve to death.
I'm through with
show business. Over.
Araci, Claudete,
you suckers.
You're suckers.
I'm going to live life.
Suckers.
Suckers.
The circus was packed.
All the best people in
the village were there,
The happy ticket taker smiled,
the crowd watched,
the assistant sat up straight
in his seat to enjoy the show.
As the music started up,
the clown received the cruel telegram.
The poor astonished
mute read the terse
message which said that
God had taken his poor old mother.
The poor man stood in a corner.
His eyes filled with tears,
he wept waves of tears while
the public shouted "Be a clown!"
I recognize and identify
the repressed male Brazilian.
A product of the climate,
the slavocratic economy
and the inhuman morality
that produce millions
of desperate masturbators
and pederasts.
With this sun and these women!
In order to uphold imperialism
and the reactionary family
I know the loose legs type.
Capable of the worst and
most hypocritical intentions
on the streets of Brazil.
Aghast, the poor mute read the paper
which said that
God had taken his poor old mother.
Wretch stood in a corner,
his eyes filled with tears,
wept oceans of tears.
And the public shouted
"Be a clown!"
Let him play!"
The poor man leapt off his bench,
for please the crowd he must,
though he wept uncontrollably.
Ah my poor dear mother,
see this sad land of mine,
I cannot even weep for you.
Cursing in that dark chamber,
the clown wept at his misfortune.
The night was cold,
my grief profound,
my grief profound.
Save me masters of the fire,
save me the Eshu of Skulls,
the Eshu of Mud,
the Eshu of Tides,
the Velvet Eshu.
Not even the spirits
pay me any mind anymore.
I am a medium
abandoned by his spirits.
Give me a voucher for ten cruzeiros?
Not even for coffee,
not even for coffee.
We shall return to Brazil
in a week perhaps.
When are we going back to Brazil?
Maybe
in a week.
I am neither Catholic
nor Brazilian.
I don't understand the laws.
I have no sense of morality.
I'm a brute
but I can still save myself.
Love,
Love.
Why don't you surrender
your soul to God,
like me?
I'm already there.
This is the Devil.
The Devil himself.
Only the Devil
plays Quimbanda.
This morning
I met the Devil playing pool,
but he split...
For the time being, this
is the only way out for
I wanted to be a woman, see?
While you talk to God and go hungry.
I talk directly to the Devil.
Save me lord of fire,
Eshu of the Tides,
Eshu of Mud,
Velvet Eshu.
Skull Eshu.
No one,
no one,
not even the spirits
pay me any mind.
Maybe,
Maybe!
I'm a medium
abandoned by his own spirits,
I already belong to the Devil.
Only the Devil would
be up for Quimbanda.
I'll sell my soul to the Devil today,
For the time being, this is
the way out for Brazilians,
I tried White magic,
but now I'm going the way of darkness,
the way of evil.
Quimbanda is the same as Umbanda,
only it uses evil.
It uses evil
I always had a feeling
the Devil liked us.
I made a pact with the Devil,
he will show up at twelve o'clock.
I always suspected
the Devil liked us.
What we need to do is leave
this worthless continent.
Go Spider,
Spider,
Spider, Spider, Spider.
Spider, Spider...
Woman, have you got
any face powder?
- I haven't got anything
- Lipstick?
Nothing. I'm leaving, I'm leaving.
Why, woman?
I'm tired of show business.
Why, woman?
I'm leaving, I'm leaving.
He ate a sandwich and killed himself.
He cut himself right in front
of me and I couldn't do a thing.
We're here.
And where's Brazil? Where is it?
On the other page?
Brazil is out.
Brazil must be off the page here.
Off the page?
SHIT FOR ALL
We need to sin twice
as hard so the world
won't turn upside-down.
Don't worry. I'll kill myself tomorrow.
Everything,
permanent.
We need to sin twice as hard
so the world won't
turn upside-down.
How about it, Spider?
Anything today?
Listen, bet a thousand
cruzeiros on the nose.
I have to play the alligator,
put me down for one "conto".
I want to bet on the alligator.
Today I,
today I have to win no matter what, see?
I sure do. Eighty families
and six hundred children.
I've gotta win. I've gotta win.
But of course I'm going to win.
Yemanj? said I would win.
Spider, what about the
panhandling problem?
What about the
panhandling problem?
Mass drowning.
There are two words
that ought to be expunged
from of the dictionary.
Two words that ought to be crossed out.
Cancer and underdeveloped.
She's a pretty young woman.
Yemanj? Said I would
win and I'm gonna win.
This way Spider. Spider listen.
Let's sleep together tonight?
Let's sleep together, Spider?
Let's sleep together?
- I don't know. I'll think it over.
- Look Spider.
Look what I've got here.
I've got some cash here.
500, what do you say, Spider?
Spider? Are you game, Spider?
I'll think about it, scram,
I'll think about it,
scram, yiiii the devil.
Ay what a stomach ache.
Ay what a stomach ache.
Saint Lazarus.
Saint Lazarus.
Hail holy queen,
hail holy queen.
What are we doing here on earth?
Out, out, out, out.
What are we doing here on Earth?
Out Ex? Caveira.
You starving ghosts.
Tell me how the deal went,
the mulatta deal over in Africa.
Girl, you wouldn't believe it.
That was some story.
So this gringo shows up wanting
to hire a group of seven mulattas.
And off I went.
Here's the deal. I was a dancer
and a cabaret artist.
And I was making steady money, see?
But since they said
this would pay in dollars.
We would be working
for a chain of fancy
European night clubs.
So off we all go.
But when we get there,
it's a whole other story.
We had to dance and to sing.
The stuff we're used to.
They want us to go out with
the gringos during the show
and get them tanked up.
And at the end of the evening
there's some other business
that's not in the contract.
So... you know me -
I'm the suspicious type
so I just split.
But the whole deal was solid,
I had to talk to some
friends over there,
some Portuguese politics
I'd met over here,
and they took care of things for me.
As for the other girls,
they're in a bad situation.
Seems like there's some
kind of technicality where,
if they don't accept the
stipulations in the contract,
they get sent back on a cargo ship.
And the boat, honey,
you wouldn't believe what
goes down on that boat
We have to put up with
that whole business,
all kinds of madness on that ship.
Spider,
Spider,
have you got something to eat?
My Saint Lazarus.
This is all I've got. Is it enough?
May Yemanj? protect you.
Thanks.
Yemanj?.
Yemanj?. Yemanj?.
Spider, Spider, Spider.
Yemanj?.
My Saint Lazarus.
Yemanj?.
My stomach hurts.
Spider, are you Catholic?
I don't know.
I stopped being a Catholic in
order to become a Christian.
I stopped believing in God
God that I might believe in
the resurrection of Lazarus.
The Brazilian path is the path of evil.
Ay what a stomach ache.
I'm hungry.
I'm hungry.
Yemanj?.
Yemanj?.
I'm hungry.
I'm hungry.
Sleepwalkers and suckers of Brazil.
Monkeys, monkey business.
What is Brazil?
What are Brazilians?
Inside the favela,
in the Spider mansion,
the national bourgeoisie.
The Spider,
self-made financier, banker,
political adviser and
international figurehead.
From the heart of the
favela to the rest of Brazil.
To be in a tight spot,
just be entertained.
Not funny;
A denture-wearing bull
wolf whistling at a cow in Bermuda
shorts - that's funny
The fate of humanity is horrifying.
Some day she'll appear.
No use making a prayer,
yesterday I was coming back
from the cheap dance hall,
with my dear Cecilia,
When they shouted,
look at Padilha!
But I didn't flinch,
one day the upset pig,
attacked me,
and said, "you're the ninth, right"?
"But I'm Francisco.
I work like a slave
and I'm a stower,
I can prove it to you sir."
Said the youth,
wearing glasses in vain
he gave me a
chop on the neck.
I fell to the ground
on my face.
Listen girl
I need to talk to you.
Meet me under that lettuce patch, ok?
I wouldn't find it the least bit
inconvenient if the world ended right now.
Our time is without a doubt
the worst of all times.
This is no longer Brazil.
We believed certain things
would never happen here.
The terrorist wants to transform
Brazil into the anti-Brazil,
and the Brazilian into an anti-Brazilian.
There was a time
when scoundrels had scruples.
They did their dirty work
far away from the others.
Never to a Flamengo vs
Fluminense soccer game audience.
Nowadays
scoundrels drop bombs
all over the place.
No one knows why,
from one minute to the
next, this favela became
the final stop of the
notorious long march of hunger.
Every year two million wretches
migrate from the interior to the favela.
We don't know why
all the wretched
beggars and panhandlers in the country
come here by the thousands.
They multiply
and become a public calamity.
We must urgently create
the national ministry
of paupers and bankruptcy.
No beggar ever became a millionaire.
I have to go to United States,
because I like
the people of America,
you understand?
And now, well sing,
we'll sing, we'll sing.
I was invited to work
in a film in Hollywood
pretending to be your Captain Blood,
and accepting the profitable
proposal, I soon embarked,
Captain Galloay and I,
upon arriving there
I was introduced
to famous celebrities
who said,
this is a real artist,
the one who did a film in Berlin
sang samba in Beijing,
and other novelties,
I responded, this is arrogance,
inspite of being
the best in the style,
not to gloat,
I never was rich,
I felt a bit stifled,
I couldn't understand many
words in "American,"
but I wanted to come off
as Mr. Nice Guy,
I spoke to Claudette Colbert,
and someone called
Clark Gable,
Lon Shaney...
I tap-danced with GoodBye,
I did a film with Boris Karloff,
Akim Tamiroff
and with the small Sabu,
who invited me to film
in Hono Lulu,
that's when I left because
I can't ride an elephant.
Hold it right there, honey.
I'm flat broke.
I'm hungry.
Not with me.
Trust me.
- I'm hungry.
- Not with me, honey.
I'm hungry.
I told you. Things are rough.
It ain't gonna work with you and me.
I am the Spider,
I have 30 million at my disposal to
teach Brazilians to read and write
naturally with the disinterested
support of foreign capital.
I shall leave for Washington.
I will transform the Amazon -
I will transform the
Amazon into a river lake.
I will parcel off the
state of Mato Grosso.
I shall import the
last good men on earth.
I'm Omar, the Brazilian,
son of God, the Brazilian.
I'm worried about the
Flamengo-Fluminense soccer game scores
and about my own funeral.
I'm hungry,
I'm hungry,
I'm hungry,
What is this?
Could it be that the Spider was a
representative of the Western right?
Favoring the annihilation of
humanity
through the bomb
and hunger?
No way, Spider.
No way, Spider.
Ay what a stomach ache.
Ay I'm hungry,
it hurts,
it hurts.
Understand, doctor,
about the uproar that
happened in my shack.
In the morning I didn't wanna annoyace,
she was anger and tore my jacket.
I loose my temper, doctor.
And there was a candlestick.
I'm here in jail,
and she is in the hospital.
Understand, doctor,
about the uproar that
happened in my shack.
In the morning
I didn't wanna annoyace,
she was anger and tore my jacket.
I loose my temper, doctor.
And there was a candlestick.
I'm here in jail,
and she is in the hospital.
Once prosperous tourism has
been reduced to almost nothing
other scarecrows, the Spider's decision
to hang a member of the opposition
right in the middle of the airport
didn't go down well at all.
What little wealth is produced
goes to secret Swiss bank accounts
or foreign safety deposit boxes.
Sugar exports are completely controlled
controlled by the Haitian
American Sugar Company.
When I ran from the living room
to the kitchen, the old lady came after me.
Saying that I was cross-eyed, sir.
A foolish woman.
Nonsense, gossiping about
someone just to be mean.
And now they talk about me...
There is no consumption
because there are no consumers.
Land belongs to the few, income to some.
We've got this pension of
forty million illiterates,
with a per capita income
just above that of Bolivia.
Caged salaries,
voiceless unions,
penniless entrepreneurs.
Bad credit and increased bankruptcy.
Stupidity isn't a
monopoly of any one group
Least of all to Brazilians.
My dear Brazilian millionaire, I ask you,
shall you enter
the kingdom of heaven?
Being handsome is such a drag.
I'm irresistible to women.
I can't understand the revolt.
No one ever rebelled here.
Except to rob more.
Terror isn't Brazilian.
I'm so out of it I'd do anything to
end cancer, hunger,
fever, cold.
Here in this republic
everything is crooked,
starting with
the president's ranch,
and to keep from starving
I've already sold my soul to the Devil,
but terror isn't Brazilian.
Who are you?
Good question.
I came from the ends of the earth.
I'm a child of the far beyond.
My name is America.
Wonder of the whole world.
In the Spring of the year
1000 the earth stood still
and no one paid any attention,
the rich gave everything
away to the poor,
no one wanted anything,
the churches stayed
open day and night.
I'm hungry.
The day before the world ended
was the only day that was any good.
Ay what a stomach ache
There are those that
take a beating, urinate.
The new Christ will appear in
the final moments of the world.
And who loose their life.
He may be one of your children.
That was a normal day for Sonia.
It depends on Him alone.
In three minutes
she would be a pile of flesh, milk,
hair and garbage.
Starving ghosts.
Leaning against the walls
among rotted slats,
- We need to sin twice as hard
- mangled microphones,
hard so the planet won't turn upside-down.
Sweat and stench, chaos and garbage.
Give me a drink.
I have a stomach ache.
To promptly investigate the biggest
con artist in the Brazilian history,
Osmar Peres Spider.
He single-handedly controlled 80%
of S?o Paulo automobile sales.
A shark who ruled sixteen
municipal districts
and was involved in arms dealing
with Egypt's King Farouk.
Whose greatest invention
simply consisted of selling,
eight, nine or more times over,
piece of land,
automobile or be sitting room seven.
After she spent 36 days prophesying,
After she spent days and night prophesying.
About several subjects.
We need to sin twice as hard
so the planet won't
turn upside-down.
Ay I'm so hungry!
Shango told us to dance,
he told us to dance.
And have faith.
Shango told us to dance.
He told us to dance.
Shango is the king of urubaba.
Shango belongs to the stone quarry
Shango is king of the heavenly bodies.
Shango is the king of umbanda.
Your children call upon you.
Shango!
Shango!
Shango!
She is a pretty girl.
She is Yemanja's daugther.
Ogum He came from Aruana.
Hey, what happened?
It was the death squad,
they showed up
and took away a couple,
man and a woman.
My God, what a calamity.
He wins the battle to salve
the daughter of the Umbanda.
The Death squad showed up and
took away the man and the woman.
Ay I'm hungry.
My belly aches.
I'm so hungry.
Ay what a stomach ache,
what a stomach ache,
what a stomach ache!
I'm hungry,
I'm starving.
Ay what a stomach ache,
what a stomach ache,
I'm hungry.
French kiss.
I'm not sure you all understand
we're experiencing an
Anti-Brazilian moment.
I don't know what's going to happen
or where it'll all end!
Come, you beautiful brunette,
come to my arms,
Come on, honey,
come dance
I want to see you swinging
I want to see you sway
I want to see you moving
Until the sun comes up
I want to see you moving
Until the sun comes up
Come, you beautiful brunette,
come to my arms,
Pensioners of all Brazil,
I'm dreaming. This is a dream.
I'm going to reform the Ten Commandments.
Fix all this.
Otherwise where will it all end?
Where will it end?
Where will this body take me?
Where will this body take me?
We are a dream
that needs to be crushed.
Your hot sniffs
on my neck
give me goose bumps
It makes this old man
feel young
and all of a sudden my heart
makes my blood boil.
When I saw the land burning
like the bonfire of Saint John
I asked the God of heaven,
why such torment!
I asked the God of heaven,
why such torment!
We are alone in the name of everything.
For our lack of luck and
hunger during Carnaval,
women stab one another in
the middle of the street.
They drown. They drink acid and
arsenic. They tear open their veins.
They refuse food.
They throw themselves
under steamrollers.
They jump off Sugar Loaf.
They hang themselves
from fashionable garters, -
and now comes the worst,
Brazil and its destiny,
Brazilians and their doubt.