El Efecto Disco: Memórias do Fogo Music: O Drama da Humana Manada Editing: Luka Melero Images: Duda and Iuri Gouvêa Editorial assistant: Iuri Gouvêa www.elefecto.com.br www.facebook.com/bandaelefecto www.instagram.com/ el_efecto ================================== Participants: Pedro Lima – guitar Leandro Lessa – cavaco and mandolin Bernardo Aguiar – percussion Matheus Corrêa – trumpet Jonas Hocherman – trombone Sidney Herszage – tenor sax Karina Neves – flute Aline Gonçalves – clarinet Duda, Eduardo Baker, Gustavo Loureiro, Iuri Gouvêa and Luiz Rosati – choir Recording: Tomás Alem (Estúdios Toca do Bandido and MK Estúdio) and Patrick Laplan (Estúdio Fazendinha) in Rio de Janeiro/RJ Mixing: Tomás Alem at Estúdio Aura Mastering: Robert Carranza, in Los Angeles, CA - USA Musical Production: Patrick Laplan, Tomás Alem and El Efecto Executive Production: Iuri Gouvêa Composition, arrangement, research and theft: El Efecto Art Direction: Rafa Éis and El Efecto Graphic design and drawings: Rafa Éis ======================================== ======== El Efecto is: Tomás Rosati - vocals, cavaquinho and percussion Bruno Danton - vocals, guitar and viola Eduardo Baker - bass Gustavo Loureiro - drums Cristine Ariel - vocals, guitar and cavaquinho Tomás Tróia - vocals and guitar Contacts Shows/Production: [email protected] +55 21 991362335 Iuri Gouvêa Press Office: [email protected] +55 24 999377203 Daniel Pandeló Corrêa ================================= It's early on when fear comes to me remember It's a work day! Knot in my throat, the rooster crows and there I go dancing. Behind what? Wage! I think about escaping but soon I drown again In this ordeal of mine! Get up, shake the carcass The dance can't stop! It works! Winding up this stupid gear Works! That squeezes and exhausts The strength that puts you on your feet Work! Annihilating what is human What is courage What's wrong? What will it be? What is that? It works! Every facade hides the same humiliation Work! Devastated land where the crowd drags along Come, it's time, don't delay, don't delay So as not to be left out of the line of sacrifice The train is heading towards the precipice We are in the carriage, we are the cargo Bitter sadness of an ox Ruminating on what was To have been and was not Hostages of the same plot The drama of the human herd Is that life, comrade? It starts as a gift But it soon becomes a debt If doubt survives Something keeps telling you that you were worth more It was worth more, it was worth more, it was worth more value But look at the irony! Being in a hurry to get where you don't want to go Always back and forth damn day to day The spirit in the ditch, the pit What a dog's life this is! Trickster is the seahorse that pretends to be a fish So he doesn't have to pull a cart No, no, no! Wait, work, wait Because whoever works prospers and whoever waits always achieves Don't despair, after the storm The calm always comes Work, wait and trust, because your star will shine one day! A toast to meritocracy! And who serves the banquet? Who builds a big house? Whose blood boils? Boil!!! Damn kid! Hold on, it's time to hit the brakes! Shattered, divided is your heart Which is an open wound! Debating madly exposed on a counter Between demand and supply! Who gives more? Whatever, war is peace Freedom is slavery And work frees! Without trauma, calmly surrender your soul In the palm of the boss's hand Work! Winding up this stupid gear Work! That squeezes and exhausts The strength that puts you on your feet Work! Annihilating what is human What is courage There is something wrong and you know what it is! Work! This frustration is eating you up inside. Work! Your demon patrimony of the boss Work! Every facade hides the same humiliation The devastated land where the crowd drags! Work! And there I go! Work! Until I die! Work! Feel life flowing through the palm of your hand Work! Since there is no medicine Work! Hatred, disgust, boredom Scorched earth! Walk among ghosts, with blocks of stones on your shoulders Bones of slaves, rubble, rubble There are centuries, cycles in the insane spiral and the weight on your back remains the same! Behold, before you, stands the monstrous pyramid Behold, behold the wandering animal Welcome to the desert of the real! How long can I endure? Support this big lie Well, the truth is indigestible. The sweat of your brow is what sustains this party. How long can you bear it? Sustaining this big lie Well, of everything I do I don't have a piece left and I'm still in step Well, of everything I do I don't have a piece left and I'm still in step You deserve it You deserve it Have courage! The fire, it agonizes but does not die Act! Courage! If the flame organizes itself, what happens? React! Courage! The fire, it agonizes but it doesn't die It doesn't die it doesn't Have courage!