Come, Go! [Song]


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COME GO!
By Baron

Every time parang season comes around
Day and night I hearing the same old song
As I pick up the cuatro to go with the boys
Before I hit the door, you start making noise
Well, this year I trying something new
I staying home with you
All the chores, I helping you do
I tired of the complaining, the constant tongue lashing
So when they come for me, I want you go with we.

Woy yo, then you go see how the parang does have me
Woy yo, now you go know why I love my parang so
Woy yo, just come along, you don't bound to learn the song
Woy yo, then you go know why I love my parang so
Woy yo, come go! Woy yo, come go!

Every time when I come home from parang
You accusing me for having outside woman
And when I deny, you swell up your mouth
Girl, you really ent know what parang is about
So while you sewing the curtain, I go do the cooking
Boil the ham, do the house cleaning
Varnish the chairs for you, black cake I making too
But when we done, honey, you must parang with we.

Woy yo, then you go see how the parang does have me
Woy yo, now you go know why I love my parang so
Woy yo, just come along, you don't bound to learn the song
Woy yo, now you go know why I love my parang so
Woy yo, come go! Woy yo, come go!

When parang music get inside your vein
You don't want to hear 'bout nothing again
Cuatro strumming, marac shaking, bass pulling
Babash, only wine and pastelle passing
Sneaking up on your partner to sing a levanta
And then you go 'cross by he neighbour
Going by people you never see
And making them happy
Don't bound for rum at all, just a good serenal.

Woy yo, then you go see how the parang does have me
Woy yo, now you go know why I love my parang so
Woy yo, just come along, you don't bound to learn the song
Woy yo, now you go know why I love my parang so
Woy yo, come go! Woy yo, come go!...

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, Baron! Da'is de dam ting self! De car have room? Wait....ah comin' Leh mih get mih guitar an maracs! Allyuh have extra strings? So long I ent play...wey de picks boy?...I hope I could remember all dem chords!...Anybody see mih wrist band? OK! Apurate! Leh we go!

"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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