Sui Generis enjoyed huge success with the melodic rock of their first two albums. For their third album they changed direction, edging toward prog-rock. The country had entered a period of instability after the death of President Perón and Pequeñas Anécdotas Sobre las Instituciones’ (1974) was full of angry politicised lyrics criticising the situation. The record label got cold feet and forced the band to censor some of the lyrics and to drop a couple of the more contentious tracks completely.

Ironically, one of the tracks which was mutilated is this one – a satire on censorship! Actually, I don’t think the song suffers too much from the cut, but I’ve included the censored section at the end of the lyrics. Señor Tijeras is a caricature of Miguel Paulino Tato, who was the notorious official film censor during this period.

Fans of Sui Generis were not enamoured by this new direction, and ‘Instituciones’ was a relative failure, leading to the break up of the group. They played a farewell concert is 1975, which was released as the film ‘Adiós Sui Generis’. Of course it had to be passed for certification by Señor Tato, and he gave it an 18 certificate! Actually, he was probably right to protect the kids from the extended bass solo (about 51 minutes in – see below).

Here is an excellent article (in Spanish) with more information:





Escondido atrás de su escritorio vi

Un ser bajo, pequeño,

correcto y gentil

Atiende los teléfonos

y nunca está

Mira a su secretaria


desnuda y en su cama

Y vuelve a trabajar


Entra en el micro-cine

y toma ubicación

Hace gestos y habla sin definición

Se va con la película hasta su hogar

Le da un beso a su esposa

y se vuelve a encerrar

a oscuras y en su sala

De cuidar la moral


Entra ella y se va desvistiendo

Lentamente y casi sonriendo

Alta, blanca, algo exuberante

Dice “ahora”

Y camina hacia adelante

Mira al hombre pequeño

Que se raya

Cuando ella sale de la pantalla


El hombre la acuesta

sobre la alfombra

La toca y la besa

pero no la nombra

Se contiene, suda

y después

con sus tijeras plateadas

le corta su cuerpo,

le corta su cuero,

deforma su cara,

y así mutilada

la lleva cargada a la pantalla

justo a la mañana


No conozco tu cuerpo

ni se más quién sos

Vi tu nombre en los diarios,

y nadie te vio

La pantalla que sangra

ya nos dice adiós

Te veré

en veinte años en televisión,

cortada y aburrida

A todo color

A todo color


Parte censurada:

Yo detesto a la gente

que tiene el poder

De decir lo que es bueno

y lo que es malo también

Solo el pueblo, mi amigo,

es capaz de entender

los censores de ideas

temblarían de horror

ante el hombre libre

con su cuerpo al sol




Hidden behind his desk I saw

A short little guy

proper and helpful

He answers the phones

and he’s never there

He’s looking at his secretary


Her naked in bed

And he goes back to work


He goes in the film booth

and notes the position

He makes gestures and mumbles

He goes home with the film

He gives his wife a kiss

And goes back to shut himself

Away in his room in the dark

To take care of morality


She enters then leaves, undressing

Slowly and almost smiling

Tall, white, with a full figure

She says “now”

And walks forward

Look at the little man

Who goes crazy

When she comes out on the screen


The man lies

on the carpet

He touches and kisses her

But he doesn’t name her

He restrains himself, sweating

And then

With his silver scissors

He cuts her body,

He cuts her skin,

He deforms her face

And now mutilated

He loads her onto the screen

Just in time for the morning


I know neither your body

Nor more about who you are

I saw your name in the papers,

And nobody saw you

The bleeding screen

Now bids us goodbye

I will see you

In twenty years on TV,

Cut and boring

In full color

In full color


Censored part:

I hate the people

who have the power

Those who say what is good

And what is bad as well

Only the people, my friend,

Are able to understand

The censors

would tremble with fear

In front of a free man

With his body in the sun




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