They Reach [Song]

THEY REACH
Written by David M. Rudder
Performed by Denyse Plummer

This should be the best of times, my friend
This is the time when we should spread our soca wings and fly
This is the Trinbago life we've all been waiting for
A feeling higher than the towers that we're building to the sky
Market forces, mega deals - super bosses, brand name wheels
But in this brand-new, all-inclusive, exclusive space
So much anxiety, on everybody’s face – Why, tell meh why?

Chorus:
Ella's missing generation has found us
'Cause we never went out of our way to find them
So they come out with a vengeance to pound us
With a raging kinda music behind them
everybody, dance, dance
But we dancing on the coals
As the bullets fly doi, doi
Some people rolling in the gold
How do we change the channel on this terrible song
As the country's biggest band jes reach into town

In a land where lawlessness is one with sweet disorder
From the wretched yards to the houses of prayer
To billion dollar dons and folks across the border
There's a frowzy mystic flowing through the air
Death and money, race relations - milk and honey, desperation
But in this 20/20 country, what do our eyes behold?
20/20 year olds, lying stiff and cold - Why tell meh why?

When there's no one to guard the guards, you know things bad
Too many hands in there my people, are stained and dark
And you don't wrap rotten fish in sheets of new dollar bills
(You doh believe me) ask the children who are out there
sleeping in the park
Under new sky scrapers, tourist thrust- free trade markets,
aye, get on the bus
'Cause we heading for the money pot, at the rainbow's end
Tell me why we wearing, sour face then? Why, tell meh why?

They coming in town with some serious cutlery an 'ting
And they doh care who go suffer when they out to eat a food.

Source: Trinidad Guardian, 23/02/06
..............................................................................................................................
"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