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O TRINIDAD, LOVE AGAIN
Performed by Karissa Lewis
Arrangement by Ray Holman
Lyrics by Dennis Franklyn (The Merchant)
Is this still the sweet Trinidad that we know?
I want an honest answer from you, yes or no
Are we still a cosmopolitan country,
Or is racialism sneaking up on we?
Questions that boggling mih mind,
Answers that I would like to find.
Our country's future is on the line,
I wish that we could once again be
Fun lovin' and free, like we used to be.
Living was nice, but now I realise
Today I have to stop and think twice.
Chorus:
I doh want to feel we losing it,
But our behaviour showing it;
Look, yuh filling mih heart with pain,
O' Trinidad, so beautiful,
I hope that we could love again,
Could we ever learn to love again?
I remember well the way things used to be,
Everybody living like one family.
Now it seems as though the table turn over,
Every headline you read spelling disaster.
Heaven knows where we're heading;
In this direction we taking.
I just don't like the things we doing,
I'm asking why so much fighting?
No love anymore, wasn't so before,
But if we try, we could come together,
Pave the way for a bright future.
Chorus:
I doh want to feel we losing it,
But our behaviour showing it;
Look, yuh filling mih heart with pain,
O' Trinidad, so beautiful,
I hope that we could love again,
Could we ever learn to love again?
We only tarnishing the image and beauty,
Of this paradise that is our country;
And if you truly love your country, I beg you
Let us stop doing all the wrong that we do.
We got to pray a little more,
Believing in what we stand for,
Then we can open any door.
I wish that we could once again be
Fun loving and free, like we used to be,
Living was nice, but now I realise,
Today I have to stop and think twice.
Chorus:
I doh want to feel we losing it,
But our behaviour showing it;
Look, yuh filling mih heart with pain,
O' Trinidad, so beautiful,
I know that we could love again, again
I know that we could love again
I know, I know, I know we can love again
O' Trinidad, so beautiful,
I know that we could love again, again
I know that we could love again
Sweet Trinidad, sweet Trinidad...
Lyrics source: Sanch articles
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"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.
Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.
Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare
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4 comments:
Thank you, G! On this Sunday morning, a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful message! I know that we could love again...
Yes, Sarita the song is like a mother's hug and kiss and plea to make peace not war. It makes me miss even more my home and my family. The flow and breeziness of it reminds me of everything that is moving today back home, the sea, the trees and grasses blowing in the wind, the clouds, the flutter and sounds of birds, the waterfalls, the insects, the busy cooks in their kitchens, the scents travelling on the breezes announcing Sunday meals being prepared... Thank you for your visit and comment. Have a great day!
Blessings
Guanguanare,
That "flow and breeziness" of the song was really the rhythm of life itself in the Trinidad I knew. What was it traded for?
"That "flow and breeziness" of the song was really the rhythm of life itself in the Trinidad I knew. What was it traded for?"
Louis, This question deserves an answer from the gut but after a session [off this blog] last night over the news of the return of Duvalier to Haiti, my inner canal conks and La Bas crab are completely distracted trying to wash the carbolic soap off their peppery tongues.
I don't know why I continue to punish them. The world is ending next year, I am told, and a hurrah of expletives will probably be the swan song of choice.
Q: What was it traded for?"
A: "Progress". The approval of our masters in our continuing to seek legitimacy through unquestioned adoption of their inappropriate visions, or bits and pieces of visions of what constitutes development...
Somebody likes it fine because the missions from this country continue to turn their gazes to, and to genuflect before imperialist states, the latest being neo-colonial India where the imperialism is mainly internal thus far. Check out "The Trickledown Revolution" by Arundhati Roy.
Thanks for visiting and commenting, Louis!
Blessings
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