Sinking Ship [Song]

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THE SINKING SHIP
By Gypsy

[Spoken introduction]
This is an S.O.S. from the Trinidad.
Location, seven miles off the coast of Venezuela.
S.O.S. S.O.S. Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! Help! Help!

The Trinidad, a luxury liner, sailing the Caribbean Sea
With an old captain named Eric Williams
For years sail smooth and free
But sadly Eric Williams passed away
The ship hit rough water that day
Someone turn the bridge over
To a captain named Chambers
Mih blood crawl, things start to fall
Hold mih head when a sailor bawl,

"Captain, this ship is sinking
Captain, these seas are rough [oh yes]
We gas tank almost empty
No electricity, we oil pressure reading low
Shall we abandon ship?
Or shall we stay on it, and perish slow?
We don't know, we don't know
Captain, you tell we what to do." [Woh woh]

The Trinidad, oh she was a beauty,
With wealth that few surpassed
And in her day she sailed majestically
They were few in her class.
Faithfully, she fulfilled her sailors' needs
Some were overpowered by greed
And so they pilfered slow
Some took by bulk an’ go
Now she look dull, she’s at a lull
She could barely sit on her hull,

"Captain, this ship is sinking
Captain, these seas are rough [oh yes]
We gas tank almost empty
No electricity, we oil pressure reading low
Shall we abandon ship?
Or shall we stay on it, and perish slow?
We don't know, we don't know
Captain you tell we what to do." [Woh woh]

The Trinidad, in her day of sailing
She was a friend to one and all
She never once ever hesitated
To answer all S.O.S calls
And yes, well she always did her best
To help out those in distress
Now it’s so sad to see, she’s in difficulties
Those she help jeer, some of them cheer
And sarcastically declare,

"Captain, this ship is sinking
Captain, these seas are rough
We gas tank almost empty
No electricity, we oil pressure reading low
Shall we abandon ship?
Or shall we sit on it, and perish slow?
We don't know, we don't know
Captain, you tell we what to do." [Woh woh]

[Spoken passage imitating the voice of Dr. Eric Williams]
If only there was something I could have done to restore the credibility of this beautiful vessel. Money is no problem.

Now there’s a lot of fingers pointing
Suspicion running strong
Who’s to be blamed for all her failures?
Who’s to be blamed for doing her wrong?
Now please remember, I ‘m warning you
For thirty years she had the same crew
Who hold the keys to her vault
So we know who’s at fault
Now it’s up to you, it’s up to me
To make her worthy to go back to sea,

"Captain, this ship is sinking
Captain, these seas are rough [oh yes]
We gas tank almost empty
No electricity, we oil pressure reading low
Shall we abandon ship?
Or shall we stay on it, and perish slow?
We doh know, we doh know
Captain you tell we what to do.
We don't know, we don't know [Oh yo yo]
Captain, you tell we what to do.

We don't know, we don't now
You tell we what to do.
We don't know, we don't know
You tell we what to do

Put up a flag! Oh gosh, we don't know,
You tell we what to do
Should we turn to the World Bank for help? [Oh ho]
We don't know, we don't know, we don't know
We don't know, we don't know, we don't know
Somebody put in an application to the World Bank
Probably we get some help to do the repairs
We don't know, we don't know. You tell we what to do."

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A Note From The Gull

An interesting bit of trivia is that this song is the most heavily accessed song on this blog. I have no idea why this is but the analysis of site traffic tells me that it is so.

Is it because people find the song relevant to the present situation in Trinbago? If we are indeed a sinking ship, then this faithful vessel is putting up an impressive fight because from all reports, we've been battling disaster for the longest while.

Many of the visitors who look for this song are not located in Trinbago. I can only guess why this is so. Sometimes it seems like Trinbagonians located outside of their homeland feel a more acute sense of concern over its problems than those who are actually on the ground. Perhaps it is this "hypersensitivity" that led to many departures? Or perhaps it is that distance and the reliance on the often skewed news that amplifies the anxiety. Maybe it is just that Trinbagonians on the ground are also more in touch with what is good about Trinbago and have a more balanced outlook, or are required to do so in order to live their lives.

Whatever it is, Gypsy, there is a demand for this well-crafted piece. Thank you so much for your music and this song!

"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