The Savagery (The Scent Has Returned) [Song]

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THE SAVAGERY (THE SCENT HAS RETURNED)
By David Rudder (1998)

Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry!
Step right up
Step right up, hurry, hurry
Step right up
I tell you, step right up
Step right up, step right up, step right up!

Welcome, welcome, step right up
To the place where the gobar flows nonstop
A matter of fact, the bull just purge
Soft and warm, everybody could splurge
This is a land of plots and counterplots
Of if’s and why’s and when’s and but’s
Regression, secession, we have it all
Grab a seat, grab a seat, now hold your belly and bawl.

Oh, what a scent, what a scent, what a scent!
The smell of the summer of our discontent
To do or not to do, pappy, that is the quest
Take a ticket and come see the mess.
Because it’s savagery
We call the play, "The Savagery"
You know it’s such an irony
Because it’s more like a comedy.

Oh step right up, step right up
Step right up, step right up,
Step right up, step right up,
Step right up, step right up.

Well it’s the theatre of the absurd, take another look
A minute of your time and you’ll be hooked
Political dancers for you to enjoy
Oh, what moves these people employ
Floor crossing, cross dressing, it’s all the same
These people can put James Brown and Rodman to shame
They do a dingolay, den dey do a jamblay
They do a flip flop and then they slide away.

Oh, what a scent, what a scent, what a scent!
The smell of the summer of our discontent
To do or not to do, pappy, that is de quest
Look, take a ticket and come see the mess.
Because it’s savagery
The play is called “The Savagery”
You know it’s such an irony
Because it’s more like a comedy.

Oh, step right up, step right up
Step right up, step right up,
Step right up, step right up,
Step right up, step right up.

America, America, you so damn lucky
America got a little toy called Chucky
But what they’ve got is a Hollywood toy
Trinidad got the real live Chucky boy
With real blood too, no special effects
Show him respect or he go mash up yuh neck
If yuh doh like yuh woman, yuh dig out she eye
No wonder the Catholic statue have to cry.

Oh what a scent, what a scent, what a scent!
The smell of the summer of our discontent
To do or not to do, pappy, come off the shelf
Look, take a ticket and come see yuhself
It is savagery
Dey call the play, “The Savagery”
It’s such an irony
Because it’s more like a comedy.

Oh, step right up, step right up
Step right up, step right up,
Step right up, step right up,
Step right up, step right up.

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
What do we have for a curtain call?
Holsters, holsters, guns,  -------
Predicting the winners, shooting up the ends
Characters waiting to get assassinate
A whole heap ah youths to keep illiterate
Rail, rail, what a hell of a play!
Now somebody please take this skunk away!

Oh what a scent, what a scent, what a scent!
The smell of the summer of our discontent
To do or not to do, sister, that is the quest
Take a clothespin, come see the mess
Because it’s savagery
They call the play, “The Savagery”
It’s such an irony
Because it’s more like a comedy.

Brother Ezekiel
Sister Muriel
Brother Seecharan
Sister Ire
Mama Rodney
------ Ivy
What to do, what to do, what to do
Can you tell me?

Welcome, welcome, step right up!
To the place where the gobar flows nonstop
A matter of fact, the bull just purge
Soft and warm, everybody could splurge
Gobar in the mansions, gobar on the ground
Gobar in the country, gobar in the town
Look, the bull just purge in the yard
Full up yuh hand and wine like yuh mad.

Oh what a scent, what a scent, what a scent!
The smell of the summer of our discontent
To do or not to do, brother, that is the quest
Look, take a ticket and come see the mess
Because it’s savagery
We call the play, “The Savagery”
You know it’s such an irony
Because it’s more like a comedy.

© Copyright – David Rudder.

Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are often transcribed directly from performances. Although it is my intention to faithfully transcribe I do not get all the words and I have a knack for hearing the wrong thing. Please feel free to correct me or to fill in the words that I miss by dropping me a message via e-mail. I'd be forever grateful. Thanks in advance!
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A Note From The Gull

Thank you, David Rudder.

"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