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the post cool non-anglosaxon music thread

For the actual Kalluri Vaanil lyrics, see below:


Link to video.

Prabhu Deva is excellent fwiw
 
Thanks Dachs :goodjob: Yeah, he's an awesome dancer! And the text itself is made beautiful with the dancing.
 
very nice
 
Been rather addicted to this the last few days. Wonder if anyone can recognise the melody from it's more famous derivative?


Link to video.
 
Drunken Sailor?
Sort of. It's a traditional Jacobite song, although the set of lyrics more commonly heard today- and sung above- where penned by Nationalist leader Padraig Pearse at the time of the Easter Rising to reflect the Republican cause. The melody was at some point borrowed for the English-language sea shanty.
 

Hey Yared, would you mind providing a quick synopsis of the plot of the first two Swedish songs? :) I know about the third one from that old thread in this forum with "music you listen to while you're working", or something like that, and I really admire the guy. I listened to it like 15 times, although I don't speak a word of Swedish, just because I appreciate the amazing expressiveness of the "singer". I found a short biography of his in the German wiki, and read it, and my conclusion is that... well, I want his life. :D It's exactly the kind of thing I see myself doing for as long as I can stand on my own feet, and somehow his music has exactly the air I was hoping such music would have! :D

From what I understand, the first one has something to do with some girl from South America, having noticed the word "Argentinian" in there a number of times, together with Miramar, the latter being both an expensive, central district in Havana and the name of several towns in the Hispanophone world. I've picked up a few references to the Bible, which is very interesting - seems like he has an inclination to include names with a long religious history in his music - remember Fatima, from Morocco? :D Exactly! (BTW at the spot where she was first mentioned in the third song, I think I understood some words - something about the "daughter of the prophet"? Would make sense, since that was the actual name of Mohamed's daughter). Of all the three songs, it is this first one that I understand least from - as I said though, I don't speak a word of Swedish, but the similarities with German allow me to understand a couple of words here and there.

And about the second one, I would hazard a guess that the title means "Strip poker with the devil" - I might be entirely wrong with the "strip" part, but I figured there might be a connection between the Swedish "kläd" and the German "kleid / kleider" - and I thought I hear the guy later saying that (either him or the devil) had no clothes left at some point. I read about a book of his in this biography that I found in the German wiki, where some guy plays cards with the devil as a result of the game, he has to wander, immortal, through the entire next century. That might have something to do with the book, that's why the idea came to me in the first place.
 
:D

Well, the first song is about a woman called Magdalena and a man called Sven. Instead of explaining the plot and synopsis I'll just transcribe a translation for you. Keep in mind though that because it's a song I have trouble hearing every single word. I'll just try my best. If Verboose or Love knows what he's saying at those parts they are welcome to fill in.

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[Magdalena]
Excuse me, is this free? May I sit down, you seem lonely, are you new to Madrid? My name is Magdalena, from Santa Fe, in Argentina as you might already know.

You have round blue eyes, you're already half-wasted - let me guess... you're Scandinavian? But do not fit in, with your portfolio and tux, here at the club Mi amoooor. But if you buy me a drink, you big bad boy, and I'll continue sitting here with you.

[narrator]
Then he replied, exalted:

[Sven]
You are right! I'm a Swede, from Hedmora more exact! And I'm here with the good ol' bank, who's hunting a CEO, on a staff conference.

My name is Anderson, my friend, but you can call me Sven;

[narrator]then whistled aggressively at the waiter. He said:

[Sven]
I went out tonight, to get myself a bruttelle(?), and then I ended up in this room.

[narrator]
And Magdalena she [inaudible], they drank lots of champagne, and he bragged about his parachute-deal.

But it was true what she said, he did not really fit in, in this dim and obscure bolthole. Where every woman was so tall, and had really big breast. And very dark was Magdalena's voice.

But she was beautiful, like a day, that thought Sven and he was haaappppyyyyy, that he was far away from his home and kids. Maybe slightly masculine, but damned cheeky and nice, she moved something deeply within his soul. She said:

[Magdalena]
Take out your Gold Card and pay quick! For now I want to go to your hoteeeeeel.

[narrator]
He would never forget, how they walked out hand-in-hand, [inaudible, sorry]. She nipped his ear, and pinched him there behind. She sucked on his fingers, both filled with ecstasy. He forgot space and time, about his wife Britt-Marie, his boat, his horse, his dog. They heard the rattle in his leg, bribed the "pottierne" [not sure what he's saying, maybe you know since it sounds like a foreign word], then they took the elevator to his room...

But she was a true woman, she was true to her nature; she was wild like an animal. She spoke dirty and tore his shirt off his chest, and darker got her voice... Then she fell to her knees, and there laid Britt-Mare in ?, out of biblical and churchly reasons. 'cuz his wife was Baptist and didn't like ?; when she touched him it was preferably with dishwashing gloves. [he's using phrases that I've never heard before :blush: but he's saying that his wife has always been against touching him and being naughty],

But Magdalena was not, she was perverse she was brutal, and he didn't hesitate when she said:

[Magdalena]
Now, it's my turn to be oiled and to be rubbed, good man, so go ahead, lift up my skirt!

[narrator]
Yes he did it immediately, then he screamed out of horror, because it was the biggest he had ever seen.

Ohhhh and what happened next, it was almost like a rape to Sven, but he enjoyed ohhh he enjoyed it soo much. Because there had been something missing, something important in his life, and it wasn't a bigger boat or louder car. But now there was a soft and peaceful feeling in his soul, and he wept on Magdalena's lap...

[violin solo]

Yeah, never before have I heard a story so amazing from a friend here in Berlin. And this friend just happens to be Sven. He lives with Magdalena, in a block close to here, in an two-room apartement, with a balcony and he is protected.

He seems to be enjoying it, because he's almost always happy, and the same goes for the wife Britt-Marie, for she was lesbian. It was shown to Sven, when he came home and found her in his bed... with the fat widow Ann-Katrin, who's the bus driver in the village and who weighs almost 125.

Yes, it is strange... we seem not to have a choice, when we're blowing like leaves in a whimsical mistral. It's those kind of things I think about, here at Alexanderplatz where Magdalena and Sven have their new workplace. Because, with the money gained from the return on the parachute-deal, they opened a new branch of the club Mi Amor, where all the guests are women (but really, men) and Magdalena is a waiter, and in the door stands Sven!

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(the commas are basically slashes or a new row)

So yeah... :lol: It's a nice story about love and materialism, with a certain twist.

The second one, Strip Poker with the Devil, is about this man whose wife and children have left him (he got so broke they were forced to live on moldy stuff). He's pretty desperate and goes to a wise old man in the village. The old man gives him a Devil manual, with which he manages to summon the Devil :lol:

The Devil is pissed because he got summoned in the middle of a party. The man tells him of his failed life and says "i've heard you like strip poker. If you put eternal life, gold and women, everything I point at... along with your clothes in the pot, I'll play with my soul."

"But at poker I sucked as hell, I simply had no overman. And you don't put your Christian soul on the line without any aces up the sleeve. So I took out my marked deck and won every round. He didn't realise this and in the end he was naked."

The Devil is a meanie and decides to take his soul anyway.

The man panics but comes up with a crazy idea: he takes out his booze and he gets the Devil drunk: "let's celebrate it". When the Devil is passed out, he dresses him in his ex-wife's clothes and make-up. He snaps some pictures and has them printed out for him. When the Devil wakes up he shows them to him :lol: The Devil screams "OMG MY REPUTATION!"

"The pictures you can have, but I'm keeping the negatives. As a safety measure, surely you understand, so that you don't take my Christian soul."

"Oh I thank God, and my hidden aces, for I have not seen him since then. Now I'm enjoying immortality and an amazing career. The quintessence of the anecdote is to be cold and never get scared, and if you're going to play cards with the Devil, always serve your moonshine X3".

:lol:

There you go.
 
Wow, as I said, you didn't have to write the whole thing, but I'm really grateful that you did! :D They are both exactly in the really cool style of this guy, love them!

I have to say, I didn't see the first one coming... at all. That was, as you said, a very interesting twist! :p Funny that I didn't pick up the international-sounding names - I guess I wasn't paying enough attention. :)

And the second one is pure genius. I wish his books were translated in more languages.

And so as not to derail the thread, here's some awesome Romanian metal + full trumpet introduction! :D
http://www.trilulilu.ro/neotester/8d7c13da0305a4 I personally find it really, really good music, although I'm not normally fond of the band.
 
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