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Odete
(Portugal)

Bio:

Odete works between the field of writing, music, performance and visual arts – her work is explicitly autobiographic, making clear the border between the personal and politics. She describes her music as a sensorial theory for a weary girlhood – a ghost warrior that becomes visible through mixing. Through transitioning. Failure, silence, brokenness and emptiness as the basis of a queer dramaturgy of track making. Her sets are something between anime soundtracks with lots of reverb, pitched voices narrating a tale of heartbreak, opera singing with no technique and the music of her friends.

https://odete.pt/

CONCEPT

The song that gave the hint on the radio that it was that day , 25th of April 1974, that the fascist regime was going to be overthrown .

Lyric

Portuguese

Grândola, Vila Morena 

Terra da fraternidade 

O povo é quem mais ordena 

Dentro de ti, ó cidade

Dentro de ti, ó cidade 

O povo é quem mais ordena 

Terra da fraternidade 

Grândola, Vila Morena

Em cada esquina um amigo 

Em cada rosto igualdade 

Grândola, Vila Morena 

Terra da fraternidade

Terra da fraternidade

Grândola, Vila Morena 

Em cada rosto igualdade 

O povo é quem mais ordena

À sombra duma azinheira 

Que já não sabia a idade 

Jurei ter por companheira 

Grândola a tua vontade

Grândola a tua vontade

Jurei ter por companheira 

À sombra duma azinheira 

Que já não sabia a idade

English

Grândola, Vila Morena 

Land of brotherhood 

The people are the ones who order the most 

Within you, oh city

Within you, oh city

The people are the ones who order the most 

Land of brotherhood 

Grândola, Vila Morena

On every corner a friend 

In every face equality 

Grândola, Vila Morena 

Land of brotherhood

Land of brotherhood 

Grândola, Vila Morena 

In every face equality 

The people are the ones who order the most

In the shade of a holm oak 

Who no longer knew his age 

I swore to have a companion 

Grandola your will

Grandola your will

I swore to have a companion 

In the shade of a holm oak 

Who no longer knew his age