tropicalia

• beck'e ait olanı insanı dansetmeye, hiç olmadı, olduğu yerde kıpırdanmaya teşvik eden sözler içeren eser.
  
  şöyle ki:
  
  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
  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
  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
  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
  'til they fall down and deflate
  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
  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 rise and fall
  into the jaws of a pestilent love
  you wouldn't know what to say to yourself
  love is a poverty you couldn't sell
  misery waits in vague hotels
  to be a victim