The percussion instruments that Mari is playing are called "kashakas". They are simple percussion instrument consisting of two small gourds filled with beans (essentially, two small maracas connected by a string.) One gourd is held in the hand and the other is quickly swung from side to side around the hand, creating a "clack" sound upon impact. It originated in West Africa, but has been reproduced in various countries under different names.
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Lyrics (Portoguese):
Fumo de rolo, arreio de cangalha
Eu tenho pra vender, quem quer comprar
Bolo de milho, broa e cocada
Eu tenho pra vender, quem quer comprar
Pé de moleque, alecrim, canela
Moleque sai daqui me deixa trabalhar
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E Zé saiu correndo pra feira dos pássaros
E foi passo-voando pra todo lugar
Tinha uma vendinha no canto da rua
Onde o mangaieiro ia se animar
Tomar uma bicada com lambu assado
E olhar pra Maria do Juá
Tinha uma vendinha no canto da rua
Onde o mangaieiro ia se animar
Tomar uma bicada com lambu assado
E olhar pra Maria do Juá
Lyrics (English):
Rope tabaco, pack saddle
I have to sell it, who wants to buy it?
Sweet cake, corn bread and coconut candy
I have to sell it, who wants to buy it?
Peanut brittle, rosemary, cinnamon
Kid, get out of here! I got work to do
And then Zé hurried to the birds's fair
And the birds started to fly everywhere
There were a small store in the corn of the street
Where the hawker was getting animated
He was gonna take a sip of cachaça with roasted partridge
And look at Maria of the Juá's stand
There were a small store in the corn of the street
Where the hawker was getting animated
He was gonna take a sip of cachaça with roasted partridge
And look at Maria of the Juá's stand
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The Andes are calling. They want me to reconnect with nature. I tell them I've been thinking about it, but I don't dare to. I'm too comfortable where I am, but deep inside me I know I'm not 100% fulfilled. Something is missing. It hasn't rained in my city for months. I miss the smell of wet earth, but here, I only smell concrete and asphalt. I love when I go to the forest and my skin feels the touch of trees and plants. Like a caress from a mother to her child. What better feeling than that. Legruu
Enveloping—and slightly surreal!—music from Brazil that warps familiar musical styles into something new and fascinating. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 26, 2019