Eterni Cercano Sotto Polverosi Ornitorinchi

Una cosa cool, per proseguire nell’estate hot.

La traduzione del testo oggi non ve la propongo, se no mi ci vuole troppo, ché i pezzi hip-hop, quantunque affascinanti, sono sempre “avvitati”.

Il brano, come diversi di voi sapranno, ma a beneficio dei diversi di voi che non lo sapranno, riprende Cantaloupe Island di Herbie Hancock (1964).
E qui la trama si infittisce!

Mentre “Cantaloop” è chiaramente una storpiatura di cantaloupe che richiama un loop musicale, andando a ricercare il significato di cantaloupe sulla sempre buona uìchipèdia, si legge nella versione corrente (essendo un testo che può essere modificato via via):

The name is derived, via French, from the Italian Cantalupo which was formerly a papal county seat near Rome. Tradition has it that this is where it was first cultivated in Europe, on its introduction from Ancient Armenia.[3] Its first known usage in English dates from 1739 in The Gardeners Dictionary Vol. II by Scottish botanist Philip Miller (1691–1771).[3]

Maronn’ …ci tira di mezzo l’Italia e l’Armenia!

Chi frequentava a Milano il Bataclan ai tempi del Bataclan, ricorderà le atmosfere, e chi non lo frequentava, provi a immaginarle e poi ce lo racconti.

Buon ascolto!

Groovy groovy jazzy funky pounce bounce dance
As we dip in the melodic sea
Rhythm keeps flowin’, an’ Drip’s the M.C.
Sweet sugar pop sugar pop rocks
Pop you don’t stop til the sweet beat drops
I show an’ prove as I stick an’ move
Every poem’s recited on top of the groove
Smooth, my, floatin’ like a butterfly
Notes that I float sung like a lullaby
Brace yourself as the beat hits ya
Dip trip flip fantasia

Feel the beat drop jazz and hip-hop
Drippin’ in your dome makes you zone and bop
Funk and fusion a fly illusion
Keeps ya coastin’ on the rhythm ya cruisin’
Up down round and round, rhymes profound
But nevertheless you’ve got to get down
Fantasy freak through the beat so unique
You move your feet and sweat from the beat
Back to the fact I’m the mack and I know that
The way I kick the rhyme some will call me a poet
Poem steady flowin’, growin’ showin’ sights and sounds
Caught in the groove in the tale I found
Many tripped the tour upon the rhymes they saw
To an infinite height to the realm of the hardcore
Here we go off I take ya
Dip trip flip fantasia

Jump to the jam boogie woogie jam slam
Bust the dialect I’m the man in command
Come flow with the sound of th mighty mic master
Rhymin’ on the mic I’ll bring the suckers to disaster
Bookout ducks but I still rock Nike
With the razzle dazzle, a star I might be
Scribble drabble scrabble on the microphone I babble
As I fix the funky words into a puzzle
Yes yes yes on and on I flex
Get with the flow verbs manifest
Feel the vibe from here to Asia
Dip trip flip fantasia

Read more: Us 3 – Cantaloop (flip Fantasia) Lyrics | MetroLyrics