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Tom-Oh Lyrics
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Chora mas não se demora
Mora, mora
Mora que ninguém dá bola
Chora, chora, chora
Chora mas não se demora
Mora, mora, mora
Mora que ninguém dá bola
Sua fossa se vitaminada
E chore pela Dulcinéia
Dulcinéia Popular Brasileira
Que em cada festival fica mais enferrujada
Há há há
Chora, chora, chora
Chora mas não se demora
Mora, mora
Mora que ninguém dá bola
Conselho de psiquiatra
Dá mais pé que o da mamãe
Compre logo seu saquinho plástico
Com a fossa bem concentrada
Garantida por dois anos
Manda em gelo conservada
Há há há
Chora, chora, chora
Chora mas não se demora
Mora, mora
Mora que ninguém dá bola
Chora, chora, chora
Chora mas não se demora
Mora, mora
Mora que ninguém dá bola
Chora logo
The lyrics of Tom-Oh's song "Popular" speak to the experience of feeling overlooked and ignored by others. The repetition of the phrase "chora, chora, chora" (cry, cry, cry) emphasizes the feeling of sadness and frustration. The repeated line "chora mas não se demora" (cry, but don't dwell) suggests that the singer acknowledges their emotions but encourages themselves not to linger in their sorrow.
The lyrics also mention the character Dulcinéia Popular Brasileira, who represents a beloved figure in Brazilian popular culture. The line "chore pela Dulcinéia" (cry for Dulcinéia) implies that the singer may long for the attention and recognition that Dulcinéia receives. However, the mention that Dulcinéia becomes more "enferrujada" (rusty) with each festival suggests that even those who are popular may also face their own challenges and become less relevant over time.
In the second verse, the lyrics mention the suggestion of a psychiatrist to buy a plastic bag with "a fossa bem concentrada" (a concentrated sadness) to help cope with the singer's sadness. This can be interpreted as a metaphorical representation of seeking quick fixes or distractions to numb feelings. The phrase "mora que ninguém dá bola" (stay because no one cares) reaffirms the idea of feeling disregarded by others.
Overall, "Popular" delves into themes of longing for recognition, the ephemeral nature of popularity, and the ways individuals may try to cope with their emotions.
Line by Line Meaning
Chora, chora, chora
Express your sadness, cry, cry, cry
Chora mas não se demora
Cry, but don't linger in your sorrow
Mora, mora
Exist, live
Mora que ninguém dá bola
Keep living, even if nobody pays attention
Compre sob receita médica
Buy under prescription
Sua fossa se vitaminada
Your depression is supplemented
E chore pela Dulcinéia
And cry for Dulcinea
Dulcinéia Popular Brasileira
The popular Brazilian Dulcinea
Que em cada festival fica mais enferrujada
Who becomes more rusty in each festival
Há há há
Ha ha ha
Conselho de psiquiatra
Psychiatrist's advice
Dá mais pé que o da mamãe
Give more support than mom's
Compre logo seu saquinho plástico
Buy your plastic bag right away
Com a fossa bem concentrada
With a well-concentrated depression
Garantida por dois anos
Guaranteed for two years
Manda em gelo conservada
Send it well-preserved in ice
Chora, chora, chora
Express your sadness, cry, cry, cry
Chora mas não se demora
Cry, but don't linger in your sorrow
Mora, mora
Exist, live
Mora que ninguém dá bola
Keep living, even if nobody pays attention
Chora, chora, chora
Express your sadness, cry, cry, cry
Chora mas não se demora
Cry, but don't linger in your sorrow
Mora, mora, mora
Exist, live
Mora que ninguém dá bola
Keep living, even if nobody pays attention
Chora logo
Start crying
Lyrics © Editora e Importadora Musical Fermata do Brasil Ltda.
Written by: TOM ZÉ
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@barbaragoncalves9453
I wanna take you somewhere so you know I care
But it's so cold and I don't know where
I brought you daffodils in a pretty string
But they won't flower like they did last spring
And I wanna kiss you, make you feel alright
I'm just so tired to share my nights
I wanna cry and I wanna love
But all my tears have been used up
On another love, another love
All my tears have been used up
On another love, another love
All my tears have been used up
On another love, another love
All my tears have been used up
Oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
And if somebody hurts you, I wanna fight
But my hand's been broken, one too many times
So I'll use my voice, I'll be so fucking rude
Words they always win, but I know I'll lose
And I'd sing a song, that'd be just ours
But I sang 'em all to another heart
And I wanna cry, I wanna learn to love
But all my tears have been used up
On another love, another love
All my tears have been used up
On another love, another love
All my tears have been used up
On another love, another love
All my tears have been used up
Oh oh
I wanna sing a song, that'd be just ours
But I sang 'em all to another heart
And I wanna cry, I wanna fall in love
But all my tears have been used up
On another love, another love
All my tears have been used up
On another love, another love
All my tears have been used up
On another love, another love
All my tears have been used up oh oh, oh
@evil_tw1n
2012: i'm crying
2020: still crying
edit - 2021: still crying
2023: …
2024: guess what
@pigflig371
When they ask how are you and you have to say that you fine, but you are not really fine, but you can't get into, because they will never understand.
@N10ID
True
@katnisseverdeen6371
Ingrid Kovács yap
@flojoleen
Same
@ArdaIskender
I just remembered after all that time and wanted to watch it again. Still this is a piece of art...
@AJ-pn8us
Honestly, I think the saddest sound ever is the crack in someone's voice when they're on the verge of tears
@leahsrebornbabies3323
it really is
@legrandluan
Fact
@thessalylarissa3261
I think the saddest sound ever is a voice devoid of emotion. When they should be crying, and you know it, they know it but...nothing happens. Because no one realizes how much the little crack in a voice when they are able to let grief go matters until they no longer have it. Silence when there should be sound is scarier to me than a room full of a thousand screams.