Never Ever Worry [Song]

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NEVER EVER WORRY By Lord Pretender (1961) Some people in the world today Don't realise that worries don't pay Plenty people in the world today Don't realise that worries don't pay Resting their worries upon your shoulder Only bringing you older and older These wicked things them people does do They don't realise you have worries too. Tell them to... Never ever worry, don't mind how things looking hard...ah say to tell them Never ever worry, don't mind how you suffering bad Never ever worry, what I’m saying is true Always consider somebody suffering more than you When I was young, Granny said to me Alric boy, never ever worry Or your problems would seem bigger and bigger And you’ll be living a life of torture She told me, as a matter of fact To fling all mih troubles behind mih back Keep in touch with the Almighty For guidance, love and stability She said to... Never ever worry, don't mind how things looking hard...mih granny told me Never ever worry, don't mind how you suffering bad...mih granny tell me Never ever worry, what I’m saying is true Always consider somebody suffering more than you. Dis one happen a few weeks ago, which part, quite down in Toco A fellah wanted to commit suicide You know he ran quite down by the wayside Only a fig the man had to eat He eat the fig and threw the fig skin in the street From the time that the fig skin fall by he feet A fellah snatch it up and started to eat And he told him... Never ever worry, you feel that things really hard...the fellah tell him Never ever worry, you feel that you suffering bad...yes, he told him Never ever worry, what I’m saying is true Presently you could see, somebody suffering more than you. I'm sure you heard or you either read What all these great scientists have said Is a fact and I've been told Worries is the worse sickness in the world Oh yes, they further explain If you let worries take charge of your brain Ten to one, you'll end up like a louse Stark staring mad in the crazy house That's right Never ever worry, don't mind how things looking hard...ah tell you Never ever worry, don't mind how you suffering bad...ah tell you Never ever worry, what I’m saying is true Anywhere you turn, somebody suffering more than you. Never ever worry, don't mind how things looking hard...ah tell you Never ever worry, don't mind how you suffering bad Never ever worry, what I’m saying is true Always consider, somebody suffering more than you....
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Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are 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! ............................................................................................. A Note From The Gull
Thank you Lord Pretender. We need the consolation but for many people, this advice is very difficult to take.

"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

Plant A Garden [Song]


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PLANT A GARDEN
By Iwer George (1994)
Arranged by Pelham Goddard

Nuff respect to all conscious one
Dis one is pure reality man. Reality on dis one! Come on!
All right man...Yes!


Things bad in the country, it rough in the city
Woy Mama, woy Papa!
Children on the pavement, they cyah see employment
Woy Mama, woy Papa! Eh-eh
Is nothing the Prime Minister could do
Is nothing them Opposition could say... lord, lord
The time you wasting liming in the streets
Man, if you plant a dasheen, you sure to eat, boy
Ah begging you...

Plant a garden, plant a garden
Man, ah warning you
Plant a garden, plant a garden, yes
White rice cook with bhaji is good for your family
Man, plant a garden, plant a garden
Boy, ah warning you
Plant a garden, plant a garden, yes
Cassava and pumpkin is good for the children
Man, plant a garden, plant a garden!
Boy, and you sure to eat, so sweet so sweet
Your family will eat, so sweet, so sweet
Ah begging you...

If yuh plant a lil dasheen bush in yuh backyard,
yuh safe you know.
You could plant a lil ochro, some tomato,
some chadon beni, some celery
and yuh good to go!


Tings brown in the region, it brown in the Caribbean
Woy Mama, woy Papa!
You working and your salary cyah pay bills and feed your family
Woy Mama, woy Papa! Eh-eh
Is nothing the oil industry can do
Is nothing them union leaders could say, lord, lord
Remember the recession time is here
So if you sow some seeds, it have to bear... yeah
Ah begging you...

Plant a garden, plant a garden!
Boy, ah warning you
Plant a garden, plant a garden, yes!
White yam cook with bodi is good for your body
Man, plant a garden, plant a garden!
Man, ah begging you
Plant a garden, plant a garden, yes
Plant some in your front yard
Plant up in the backyard
Yes, plant a garden, plant a garden
Man, and you sure to eat, so sweet, so sweet
Your family will eat, so sweet, so sweet
Ah warning you...

If dey retrench and yuh lost yuh work,
yuh go ha to eat breadfruit you know, so best yuh plant it one time.
Yuh could plant a lil a head ah yam on de boundary,
a lil bodi and yuh good to go! Come on!


Things bleak in New York city, it bleak universally
Woy Mama, woy Papa
They spending billions on fighting
They don't care how we eating
Woy Mama, Woy papa, eh-eh
Is nothing the IMF man could do
Is nothing we president could say
We cyah get no money borrow again
We have to ban we belly and take some strain, yes
Ah begging you...

Plant a garden, plant a garden!
Man, ah warning you
Plant a garden, plant a garden, yes!
Sorrel juice and mauby is good for your family
Man, plant a garden, plant a garden!
Boy ah warning you...
Plant a garden, plant a garden, yes!
If you cyah face the pharmacy
You could drink up some bush tea
Just, plant a garden, plant a garden!
Man, and you sure to eat, so sweet, so sweet
Your family will eat, so sweet, so sweet
Ah begging you...
Plant a garden, plant a garden
Boy, ah warning you
Plant a garden, plant a garden, yes
Promises from party cannot full your belly
Man, plant a garden, plant a garden
Boy, ah warning you
Plant a garden, plant a garden, yes
Plant up some tomato, plant up some sweet potato
Man, plant a garden, plant a garden!
Yes, and you sure to eat, so sweet, so sweet...

Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are 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

This song came out in 1994 and its message was important then and even more urgent today. Trinbagonians on the ground are so fortunate to live in a country where the earth will produce all year round. As food supplies become unreliable and prices increase and as we also become increasingly and justifiably more concerned about the quality/safety of the food which is available, I think that much, much more attention should be paid to encouraging and supporting each other in "Grow Your Own Food" drives.

So, if you are fortunate enough to have some land around your home, or a space to accommodate some large containers, take Iwer's advice. If your families are like mine, the Mamas will insist on growing ornamentals and the Papas will protest, "But yuh cyah eat flowers!" and you will have to find the happy medium to satisfy the needs of both bellies and souls.

But what of our Trinbagonians who are not fortunate enough to have access to land or even a large outdoor space in which to grow potted plants? We had friends who, having no land of their own, went on land that was vacant (whether crown or private) and established gardens there. We didn't see anything wrong in that, in fact, as far as we were concerned, their labour for their families was heroic and earned only our respect. Here, where I am located today, there are city sponsored community gardens where people who don't have land can apply for access to fenced plots in these gardens. Many people plant vegetables and others fulfill other needs by tending ornamentals. This is an idea, perhaps that could be introduced in Trinbago, in areas where people have no choice but to live in apartment blocks without access to plots of land to grow something.

Thank you, Iwer George.

"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

I Love My Country [Song]

 
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I LOVE MY COUNTRY
Performed by Machel Montano (1986)
Arranged by Leston Paul

I love the fete and the bacchanal
Calypso and the Carnival in my country [in my country]
I love to hear the sweet harmony
Pan sounding like a symphony in my land [in my land] 
I love the air of serenity
The lovely people and scenery of my nation
I love the jokes and picong
Every rhythm and simple song
As only a true Trini will understand...Ey

Chorus:
I love my country, I love my land
I love my society, I love my nation
As a patriotic Trini, I would view with hostility
Any move to come between me and my country.

The happy song of the picoplat
Does lift my spirit and warm my heart in my country [in my country]
The brilliant sunrise over the hill
Does remind me of the Master's will in my land [in my land]
The hidden talents among the crowd
Does give me good reason to be proud of my nation
The joy and the camaraderie that pervades the community
As only a true Trini will understand

Chorus:
I love my country, I love my land 
I love my society, I love my nation
As a patriotic Trini, I would view with hostility
Any move to come between me and my country.

For me the greatest fun in the world
Is to climb up a greasy pole in my country [in my country]
No circus act or no theater show
Could entertain as a good limbo in my land [in my land]
No recipe or delicacy could beat
The pelau and dahlpourie of my nation
And when I put up a kite, I does shiver with sheer delight
As only a true Trini will understand...Ey!

Chorus:
I love my country, I love my land
I love my society, I love my nation
As a patriotic Trini, I would view with hostility
Any move to come between me and my country.

I love the pois doux and callaloo
The manicou and the cascadou in my country [in my country]
I love the tassa drummology
Lighting deya for Divali in my land [in my land]
I love the moods and the attitudes
The tasty foods and the super dudes of my nation
Wherever I may roam, one good day I would come back home
As only a true Trini will understand...Ey!

Chorus:
I love my country, I love my land
I love my society, I love my nation
As a patriotic Trini, I would view with hostility
Any move to come between me and my country.
 
Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are 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! .............................................................................................
"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

We Ent Come Fuh Dat [Rap]


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WE ENT COME FUH DAT
By Curiously Ringo

....We come for -
no more corruption
no more pollution
no more confusion
no more illusion
no more prostitution
no more execution
no more robbery...

Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are 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


Curiously Ringo, I am a cheering fan. Thank you!

"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

Odorous Woman



By Silverado

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. The name of my song is "Odorous Woman." Now it's not a woman bashing song. It's about one particular woman who, my Prime Minister say, going to come before the end of the year so I trust and hope that you all listen to it and come together at the end of the song and we could stop her from coming. OK? OK?

My name is Trinidad, I have real money to spend
And when you have money, yuh doesn't want it to end
So I seek some advice on how I should invest
So when years to come, I will earn some interest
I learn of this sweet woman, she name is Alice Co
The government advised me she is the way to go
Some of my concerned friends tell me she come straight from hell
Dey say to look out for she tricks and block mih nose from she smell
I forget all of my friends, went ahead and make a deal
I thought about my future and having a hearty meal
For the next thirty years, I drink from she cup
All of a sudden, she smell start stinking up.

When I look at my skin, rust spreading like margarine
All ah dis happen because I smelt-her
Hair dropping off mih head, most ah mih brain cells dead
All ah dis happen because I smelt-her
My wife had a baby, it come out deform
Chronic diseases, this became the norm
Any minute now, I could die!
Oh my god! A worm eating out mih eye
Because I smelt-her, because I smelt-her
I could die! Because I smelt-her
Because I smelt-her, because I smelt-her
I have lost all my pride because I smelt-her

Now, I doh know why I was so harden at all for you know. Ah should ah follow mih partners and dem but no! She look good nah. Ah leh she come down here and do what she want, yuh understand? Hardenness! Ah look fuh it boy! Oh god! Allyuh listen to this eh?

She wanted to go Brazil, claiming she is the best
Some men hear she coming and dey start to protest
She try Venezuela, she even try to go Chile
With public consultation, dey get de rid ah she
One ting have me baffle, I can't understand
She livin in de US and dey never take up she plan
When she was in Australia, a shocking reality,
The closest human being was 500 miles from she
I thought that the smell was the only ting outta place
Wasn't until she kill me with toxic waste
I should have thought of myself, my friends and family
But I play dictator manning the affairs of my country.

When I look at my skin rust spreading like margarine
All ah dis happen because I smelt-her
Hair dropping off mih head , most ah mih brain cells dead
All ah dis happen because I smelt-her
My wife had a baby, it come out deform
Chronic diseases, it became the norm
Any minute now, I could die!
Oh my god! A worm eating out mih eye...Why?
Because I smelt-her, because I smelt-her
I could die! Because I smelt-her
Because I smelt-her, because I smelt-her
I have lost all my pride because I smelt-her.

Leh me tell allyuh something. Is not I alone dying you know, is allyuh go die too. Allyuh children children and children to come too, de whole country go just get wipe out . You see me right now I real sick and I going and meet my maker. God forgive me of all my sins... Oh god ah dying eh!... Oh god, help mih!

I felt so sad for what I did, my world come to an end
Dem people who advised me, dem cyah be my friend
When she start stinking up, I was all alone
All of my government friends leave de country and dey gone
I know that god will take me to task
When I breathe in air, I now have to use a mask
She mash down plenty houses to make room for she to pass
She waste my resources, she use all ah mih natural gas
Too late, too late, too late! was my final cry
The damage is done, she hop a plane and she fly
Forever I, Trinidad will never be the same
Forever on my conscience, I am the one to blame.

When I look at my skin, rust spreading like margarine
All ah dis happen because I smelt-her
Hair dripping off mih head , most ah mih brain cells dead
All ah dis happen because I smelt-her
My wife had a baby, it come out deform
Chronic diseases, this became the norm
Any minute now, I could die!
Oh my god! A worm eating out mih eye
Because I smelt-her, because I smelt-her
I could die! Because I smelt-her
Because I smelt-her, because I smelt-her
I have lost all my pride because I smelt-her.

Source:
N.B. The lyrics posted on this blog are 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

Your decision to communicate this concern/protest in song shows that you care about your country. I am sure that, despite the distractions, there were some in this audience who got the message and will think about it and pass it on.

Silverado, thank you for your concern and your 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

National Unity [Song]


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NATIONAL UNITY
By Mighty Chalkdust

After the election, I went to London
And if you hear how much questions I get from Trinidadians
Chalkie, your new government of the UNC
I hear that they invent national unity
If you see how them Londoners jumping and praising Panday
You mean nobody in the past couldn't do that? they say
I had to tell them wait is true Panday preach unity
But the idea, my friend, didn't originate with he, no siree
Kaiso Spektakular was preaching unity
When we brought in Rex West and Drupatee and Rikki
Kaisonian Nelson, he made the same plea
When he sang "All ah we is one family"
When the Lord Shorty paid tribute to Indrani
And Sundar Popo was singing "Nana and Nani"
All these songs prove naturally, that years ago in T&T
Kaisonians preached national unity...yeah
You forget how much money Manning pay to --- Lenny Saith family
So Panday ent start national unity.

I told them Londoners that Mister Panday
Has my congratulations for the part he played
As a politician, he saw the need
For unity in the nation that he chose to lead
I told them Londoners, we want unity in the region
Not only in our land but throughout the Caribbean
That's why when they talk 'bout Bajan invasion, I does turn red
Them Bajans could only invade we when me an Cro Cro dead...nuff said
When we see black man spinning in the Oval
And white man Jeffrey Stollmeyer was batting...unity
When them cricketers took a pause for tea
Africans in the Oval eating roti and talkari
And look how we Trinis adopt the Chinese game "Whe-whe"
And Brian Kuei Tung hug up Manning and then kiss Panday
Kuei Tung actions show clearly that some politicians already
Practising this national unity...yeah
You forgot Eric Williams marry Mayleen Mook Sang, the Chinee
So Panday ent start national unity.

I told them Londoners that in my country
You'll find Chinee children calling Africans, Daddy
It have some Chinee men making roast bake better than me
It have African women who could teach Indian to make roti
I told them unity start with Butler and Cipriani
When Butler brought Stephen Maharaj and Rienzi in his party
And when the police were looking for Butler in 1940
Is a Chinee hide him in a Indian house in Caroni...unity!
When I see Keith Shepherd and Mister Rafique Shah
Editing the Mirror newspaper together
And when I see black Rastas living in Felicity
And planting their ochro, their baigan and bhagi
And when I see Indians living in Felicity
With dougla children eating roast bake and hanging Christmas tree
And Syrians and Chinese today eating callaloo on a Sunday
Then I know unity has come to stay...yeah
Lloyd best marry a white lady, turn round and marry a dulahin
That's what I call national unity...I lie?

I told them Londoners that in any country
It's the culture bearers who does bring unity
Men like Mighty Trini, the calypsonian
Even the young ----- and John Agitation
For when an African take part in East Indian culture
Or a Syrian or Chinee do the crossover
What they are doing, my friend, is pulling races together
Like a ----- Indian dancer or Miss Denyse Plummer... you see
When that man from the South brought Guinness Cavaliers in town
Indian like peas, join in the Panorama
And when Jit Samaroo pioneered his steelband
He proved that pan belongs to East Indian, just like Africans
But when Mister Panday ban Jones Madeira of the Guardian
Some say that was racism and discrimination
But we are so united that right now, man
Look Panday and Jones Madeira from the Guardian
Both of them clapping Chalkie in the Grand Stand...uhm
You forget is me, Chalkie, who sang "Ram Kirpalani"
So Panday ent start national unity...Is all ah we!

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 Chalkdust.

"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

Soul Of The Nation

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By Gypsy
Listen to this song at GarageBand

You see that a nation without a soul is like a ship that has lost its rudder...

Born in a land of such great expectation
Over the years I watch its deterioration
Just couldn’t stand by idly and say it’s a shame
Someone or something in this land has to be blamed
Politics for one and politicians for the other
Make sure the good of this land don’t stay together
How could some place so good turn out so bad?
Where is the love in this land that we once had?

Chorus:
Somebody tiefing the soul ah mih nation
Somebody gone with the love that we had
Somebody tiefing the soul ah mih nation
Somebody driving this country mad
And we, yes you and me, we have to stop this conspiracy
Ah telling you we, yes you and me, we have to stop this conspiracy
Somebody tiefing the soul ah mih nation

Drug addiction and prostitution
Teenage pregnancy have taken over my land
Much too much political corruption
Talk about race only cause more confusion
Who would ever try to put all these wrongs right?
Too much frustration without no end in sight
Leader after leader put the nation under pressure
And ordinary people just have to run for cover, lord

Chorus:
Lord, somebody tiefing the soul ah mih nation
Somebody gone with the love that we had
Somebody tiefing the soul ah mih nation
Somebody driving my country mad
And we, yes, you and me, we have to stop this conspiracy
Ah telling you we, yes, you and me, we have to stop this conspiracy
Somebody tiefing the soul ah mih nation

Work ethics keep on going down the drain
Young people today say they ent working again
They tell you blatantly they ent working no more
They tired work and can’t see what they working for
Price in the groceries gone sky high
The goods on the shelf and poor people cannot buy
We morals and we money gone
We don’t know wey it went
This can never be happening by accident

Chorus:
Somebody tiefing the soul ah mih nation
Somebody gone with the good out of my land
Somebody tiefing the soul ah mih nation
We need to make so much more supplication
And we, yes, you and me, we have to stop this conspiracy
Ah telling you we, yes, you and me, we have to stop this conspiracy
Somebody tiefing the soul ah mih nation

Everything wrong in this land today look so right
Defended by those we know should know better
Raping women in the land is a disaster
Yet the punishment recommended drive them to anger
What in the world are we really coming to?
Where do we go from here, what are we going to do?
The laws in the place is nothing but a waste
Cannot be implemented what a judicial disgrace

Chorus:
Somebody tiefing the soul ah mih nation
Somebody gone with the morals of this land
Somebody tiefing the soul ah mih nation
Somebody causing much too much frustration
And we, yes, you and me, we have to stop this conspiracy
Ah telling you we, yes, you and me, we have to stop this conspiracy
Somebody thieving the soul ah mih nation.

Source:
N.B. The lyrics posted on this blog are 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, Gypsy.

"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

This Land Is Mine [Song]

The power of this land resides in the people’s hands...
and not solely in these hands,

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unless of course, it is mandated by the will (or lack thereof) of the people.

THIS LAND IS MINE
By Gypsy
Listen to this song at GarageBand

Help! Somebody!...Anybody!...Everybody!...Help!
My country going to hell in ah hand basket, and it look like if somebody tell somebody that this country could be run by propaganda alone…
Help! Somebody help!

Ah wasn't going to say nothing
'Cause ah know what some of all you go say
But ah can’t stand by any longer
And watch mih country going this way
The affairs of the State in chaos
Causing citizens too much pain
So to hell with who vex and whatever come next
I ain't staying quiet again… No!

Chorus:
This land is yours but it’s mine also
And the future lies in our hands, I want you to know
That this government that we put in charge
Incompetence is creating problem
Ah say down with dem! Don’t hesitate
Down with dem! No time to wait
Down with dem!
Dey must understand
That this is the people’s land...Yes
Dey must understand
The power of any land resides in the people’s hands

The incompetence is too blatant
And cronyism is the cause
Nepotism is running rampant
Going against all decency and laws
Where’s the spiritual and moral values
That brought you to rule this land once more?
You are the ones who talk 'bout corruption
But now we more corrupt than before... Lord!

Chorus:
This land is yours but it’s mine also
And the future lies in our hands I want you to know
This government that we put in charge
Incompetence is creating problem
Ah say down with dem! Don’t hesitate
Down with dem! No time to wait
Down with dem!
Dey must understand
That this is the people’s land...Yes
Dey must understand
The power of any land resides in the people’s hands...Man

We have now reached the depth of despair
Crime has taken over our land
Law enforcement corrupt and impotent
And you can’t come up with a fighting plan
Rape, robberies, murders, kidnappings
Over four years have gotten so bad
Apart from the bombings we have in town
You 'fraid to come out in yuh own back yard

Chorus:
This land is yours but it’s mine also
And the future lies in our hands, I want you to know
This government that we put in charge...Lord
Incompetence is creating problem
Down with dem! Don’t hesitate
Down with dem! No time to wait
Down with dem!
Dey must understand
That this is the people’s land...Yes
Dey must understand
The power of any land resides in the people’s hands...Man

Ah cry shame on the calypsonians
Ah talking about from country to town
You boast we are the voice of the people
But look how we letting the people down
When other parties are in power
We could highlight all dey problems
But dis one destroying mih country
We have nothing to say 'bout dem...Lord!

Chorus:
This land is yours but it’s mine also
And the future lies in our hands, I want you to know
This government that we put in charge
Incompetence is creating problem
Time to down with dem! Don’t hesitate
Down with dem! No time to wait
Down with dem!
Dey must understand
That this is the people’s land...Yes
Dey must understand
The power of any land resides in the people’s hands...That’s it.

Ah tired with a set ah plan, plan, plan and none ah de plan eh working
Somebody up in Whitehall must be joking!
Down with dem! What ah say?
Down with dem! What ah say?
Down with dem, down with dem!

Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are 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, Gypsy.

"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

Corbeaux Following [Song]

 
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CORBEAUX FOLLOWING Performed by Kobo Town Lead singer/songwriter Drew Gonsalves I passed downtown the other day Plenty interesting characters came my way And the way they talking, I tell no lie There’s more to this town than meets the eye I passed a man begging for bread He said “I am Lazarus, come back from the dead,    But I feel the Lord waste his time    ‘Cause if I don’t eat soon, is tonight I’m back in the tomb.    Chorus: And all of the corbeaux following me [All ah the corbeaux following] I run and hide, but high in the sky [Ah see the corbeaux following ] Walking and talking, crying and trying Pleading and bleeding from morning to evening Still everywhere I run they following me. [This verse not sung in this performance] At the corner by Abercromby A next interesting character passed by me The man foot bus’ up, he limping in pain And the whole while he walkin’ like he’s dragging chains But he reciting in perfect rhyme saying “I’m a prisoner yet I’ve done no crime,    You see poverty is meh jail so I lookin’ for a next dollar to pay the bail.” By the Park Street gas station I passed a man claiming to be Napoleon He said the prison wasn’t so bad So they let him out to suffer on the streets of Trinidad But he say today he get lucky I asked what he go do with the money He said every king needs a queen So he going Robert Street to look for Josephine.   Chorus: And all of the corbeaux following me [All ah the corbeaux following] I run and hide, but high in the sky [Ah see the corbeaux following] Walking and talking, crying and trying Pleading and bleeding from morning to evening Still everywhere I run they following me. I passed a man bathing in the drain He said “I am Jesus Christ come back again.” And as I passed I turned to see A man across the road cussin’ he for blasphemy. But as I walked I started to wonder Which man of the two was the blasphemer: The one who said he was the Lord himself Or the next one who can't see the Lord in someone else.   Lavway: Pwissione leve, mete lumiere bay Congo Bara Leve, leve, mete lumiere bay Congo Bara. Pwissione leve, mete lumiere bay Congo Bara Leve, leve, mete lumiere bay Congo Bara.   Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are 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! .............................................................................................     A Note From The Gull
Thank you, Kobo Town!

"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

Dis Place Nice [Song]


Uploaded by johnnyshoeshine

DIS PLACE NICE
By Brother Valentino

You talk 'bout a place where the people are carefree living
It is such a place of fun loving, spreeing and feting
T'is the land where people
Don't care if Ash Wednesday fall on Good Friday
Man they love to struggle in this happy, go-lucky way
It's blockorama, feteorama and just now is masorama
So the foreigner come for Carnival
And he telling heself after he had a ball
Trinidad is nice, Trinidad is a paradise
Mr. Foreigner, in La Trinity
The people have a Carnival mentality
Trinidad is nice, Trinidad is a paradise
They are not serious, very few conscious
So I cannot agree with my own chorus
Trinidad is nice, Trinidad is a paradise
But I'll hear some people talking about a Revolution Day
Changes on the way!

To live now is high,
Cost of living these days is the real thing
The clothes that they buy, to expensive parties they going
They would leave their belly
And buy clothes to go and waste down their body
Some of them ent have place to shelter
But they own big time motor car
And wearing expensive cloth and expensive shoes
So how come now they digging blues?
Down town Frederick Street on Friday evening
Is mas' and fashion parade you seeing
Trinidad is nice, Trinidad is a paradise
So the big man see how they come out to play
Well is three times the price they go have to pay
Trinidad is nice, Trinidad is a paradise
Then the merchants send prices to the moon
And the chorus keep singing a weird, weird tune
Trinidad is nice, Trinidad is a paradise
But I hear my sister talking about this Revolution Day
Fire on the way!

They born in a land, the better parts controlled by the alien
They fill the pockets of Portuguese, Chinese and Syrians
Trinidadians is who should own land
Now is the time to make the land their possession
But their sense of taste could just trace
To all them fancy show case
So the business man, he blow their mind
And his dollars them got to find
Trinidad is nice for men like Sabga
Neal and Massy, Maharaj and Y de Lima
Trinidad is nice, Trinidad is a paradise
Business expanding, more banks they building
So is the capitalists and them who should sing
Trinidad is nice, Trinidad is a paradise
And like the slave masters want to bring back the whip
And the chorus singing like they on a trip
Trinidad is nice, Trinidad is a paradise
But I hear mih brother talking 'bout a Revolution Day
Fighting on the way!

They don't know their worth
Like they haven't a sense of value
They don't know their rights
Even that they cannot argue
Three quarters of a million people
Cannot get up and do something 'bout the struggle
But could plan for the next holiday
To fete their lives away
And forgetting that they own the soil
Of which their foreparents toil
For the people who form the constitution laws
For the oppressors and foreign investors
Trinidad is nice, Trinidad is a paradise
Amoco and Shell business did went swell
On your oil them foreign parasites dwell
Trinidad is nice, Trinidad is a paradise
Yet the song I sing like if I hearing
The chorus singing, 'God save the king'
Trinidad is nice, Trinidad is a paradise
But the people getting ready for this Revolution day
Changes on the way!


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A Note From The Gull


What has always moved me about this song is the repetition of the line, "Trinidad is nice, Trinidad is a paradise." It sends chills down my spine every time. I can listen to this song over and over and over in one sitting without tiring and when I leave it, it is only because there are other demands on my time. For me, it invokes such a compelling mix of views - the actuality, the potential, la vie macabre or danse macabre of denial and stumbling persistence in the face of destruction, intimations of doom, farewell to innocence, recollections of The Garden...all of these washing over me in slow waves in the pathos of that laconic, sardonic, surrendered, sarcastic, hopeful? regretful, poignant refrain, "Trinidad is nice, Trinidad is a paradise."

I believe with all my heart that Trinbago is a paradise. It is a beautiful place. That is just a fact of nature. It stands, in what is left of its natural state, still waiting with its arms brimming with everything that its inhabitants could ever need to sustain life - a good life. But we have always wanted more or been taught to want MORE and it is the how and the why and the consequences of the attainment of this "more" that we have seldom questioned.

I do not think that many of us really SEE Trinbago but I do believe that people must, for their survival, be made more aware of the very real connection between our relationship with this land and our relations with each other and how these are determining our relations with the future ahead. We have to start planting the seeds today. It has to be learned from childhood as I learned from my own parents that Trinbago as it stands, needs no improvement. It is our relationship with it that is flawed.

Thank you, Brother Valentino, for this amazing 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

Clutching At Aliens


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The Papal Bull, Dum Diversas was issued by Pope Nicholas V on June 18, 1452. It stated:
"We grant you [Kings of Spain and Portugal] by these present documents, with our Apostolic Authority, full and free permission to invade, search out, capture, and subjugate the Saracens and pagans and any other unbelievers and enemies of Christ wherever they may be, as well as their kingdoms, duchies, counties, principalities, and other property [...] and to reduce their persons into perpetual slavery."
You can see why this Bull has been credited with ushering in the African slave trade. The scope was extended to the Americas in 1493 by Pope Alexander VI with Inter Caetera. This is just one illustration of the Church's undisguised enthusiasm in the past for the claiming of persons' souls AND their property for its own benefit and that of its allies, and all in the name of God.

Is something changing though? Back in May of this year, I read the news that the Vatican chief astronomer, Father Jose Gabriel Funes, was acknowledging the possibility of the existence of intelligent alien beings. This was actually not the first time that the such declarations have come from the Church that once condemned Galileo. The booklet "Intelligent Life in the Universe" featured above, and which I have not yet read, was published in 2005 by another Vatican astronomer, Guy Consolmagno. His conclusions are that mankind is facing a future discovery of extraterrestrial intelligence. Similar disclosures were made in the past by Monsignor Corrado Balducci and Catholic theologian Father Malachi Martin.

Many Catholics, whether practising or recovering, had already accepted this probability so the information had already been received. What is frustrating for this observer is trying, with imperfect information, to figure out what is behind these public announcements and the book published by the Catholic Truth Society. We all know that everything that comes or does not come out of that institution, is carefully timed and choreographed and has to be vetted by this and that theocrat or group of theocrats. There is a right time and a wrong time, a right way and a wrong way in which, for example, to apologise to its many victims over time.

So why is this a good time to be talking about aliens?...and in such generous terms? Why is the Church wooing the beings almost as if it has been told that it will soon have to accommodate the ET's...not only as equals but possibly as our superiors!

Clearly, there is not another Papal Bull on the drawing board. If The Church had been planning to draw another line, this time across the heavens to divide up the universe and claim the new heathens and their territories in the name of God, it has now put that plan on the back burner. Instead, the newsflash is entertaining the idea that these aliens might be SUPERIOR and might NOT be in need of REDEMPTION, and could even be FREE OF ORIGINAL SIN.

Some of us would have no problem accepting that any other life form could be superior to human beings. Some of us might already be convinced that the "animals" with which we interact as domestic companions or in the wild are vastly superior to many humans that we know. But why would a Church that has consistently acted, with its own flesh and blood, as a physically and psychologically invasive force, be now preparing to roll out the red carpet for aliens? What exactly is happening here? Here are some questions:

Is the Church "taking in front" because it is anxious to be seen as thinking outside of the box and being broad-minded enough to keep up with the times, to absorb scientific discoveries, especially after that embarrassing business with Galileo?

Does the Church "know something"...or has the Church always known something that we don't know, or is that just the impression that it wants us to have. If the Church does know something, what is it, and how and when was it discovered? Is it true then that the Bible itself contains descriptions of alien life and technology? Is the Church finally waking up and smelling Ezekiel's wheel.

And what has the Church been doing sinking all these resources into these impressive observatories in Italy and Arizona to study the skies? Why is this research group directly supported by the Vatican?

For a Church that has over time seen all beings as being in need of conversion, why would it now be so generous in its appraisal of aliens, sight unseen (as far as we know). Female humans are not allowed to become priests. Will female aliens be allowed to become priests? And how can the Church be so comfortable bigging up the aliens when it doesn't even accept that animals on this planet have spiritual souls? Why has the Church been so careful not to class the aliens as heathens when it did so readily enough with non-believers and native peoples all over the world? I predict some wrigglings and contortions ahead:

--What if some of these alien races are hermaphrodites? Will only the male parts be ordained?

--And what if a male alien were to have a child with a female human? Would that child be born "partly" without original sin?...Would it be the top or the bottom half of the halfbreed child that would stand in need of baptism and conversion?

--What if the aliens were to look like lizards and walk like lizards and embrace with joy the lizards on earth as their long-lost brothers? Would that association change the status of the earth lizards' souls?

Is the Church so desperate to increase the membership that it wants first dibs at welcoming alien life into the fold?

OR, assuming that human beings arrived on this planet and have made scientific leaps only through alien intervention, is the Church now afraid of the grilling that it is going to get from its extraterrestrial overlords about how well over time, it has impacted the intelligent and humane evolution of mankind.

That Bull, Inter Caetera has not yet been repealed. The Church is not even close to concluding the long list of apologies that its earthling victims, both dead and alive, are awaiting. Its human members, meanwhile, are doing a grassroots downsizing by jumping off the mother ship in droves. There is a now a shortage of priests and churches are being closed. You'd think that this Church would be paying more attention to fixing its business here on earth than to over-extending itself to alien territory.

Update: The year after this was posted, the Vatican hosted a conference of over 30 astronomers, biologists, geologists and religious leaders to discuss the question of the existence of extraterrestrials. This event ran from November 6-11, 2009, and was put on by the Pontifical Academy of Sciences at the Casina Pio IV on the Vatican grounds.
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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

Take Yuh Meat Out Mih Rice [Song]


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TAKE YOUR MEAT OUT MIH RICE
By Lord Kitchener

A Bajan and a Trinidadian dying with starvation
The Bajan say, "Look, Trini, let we make a cook.
I put the rice, you going put the meat
Then we going both have something to eat."
But when the pot was nearly to done
The Bajan decide to pull a fast one.

He said, "Trini, I’m a born Barbadian, I don't like to fight
But when come to the occasion, man, I stick fuh mih right
You put in a twelve-cents meat bone, you worse than a lice
I going give you a word of advice, "Take your meat out mih rice!"

Trini got in a big rage, "What wrong with you, Baje?
I going tell you flat, Baje, I ain't taking that!
When we were shopping we both agree
The food will be cook and share equally
I put mih last penny in this meat and I ain't moving until I eat."

Baje say, "Trini, I’m a born Barbadian, I don't like to fight
But when come to the occasion, man, I die fuh mih right
You put in a ten-cents meat bone, you think that is nice?
Well don't make me have to tell you twice, "Take your meat out mih rice!"

The Bajan then said to Trini, "Man don't tell lies on me.
I never told you that we going join and cook up in two.
What I mention, I can repeat, I said to lend me a piece of meat."
Trini so vex, he begin to cry, "Baje, in front mih eye you telling a lie?"

Baje say, "Trini, I’m a born Barbadian, I don't like to fight
But when come to the occasion, man I die fuh right.
Yuh put in a nine-cents meat bone, good lord, you want half a slice?
If you don't want a Bajan ice, "Take your meat out mih rice!"

By this time the pot finish, Trini pick up a dish
The Bajan say, "No no, no, never happen so!
If you wanted something to eat, man take a fork and pick out your meat
But if you add one grain of rice, by christ, I squeeze yuh throat like a vise."

"Trini, I’m a born Barbadian, I don't like to fight
But when come to the occasion, man I die fuh mih right
You put in a eight-cents meat bone, you Trinidadian lice
Before I squeeze you like -------, "Take your meat out mih rice!"

Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are 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, Lord Kitchener! I love how Kitchener thought as the song progressed to consistently lower the price of the meat to further illustrate Baje's attempts to minimise Trini's contribution to the meal.

"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

Rally 'Round The West Indies


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By David Rudder

For ten long years we ruled the cricket world
Now the rule seems coming to an end
But down here, just a chink in the armour
Is enough, enough to lose a friend
Some of the old generals
Have retired and gone
And the runs don’t come as they did before
But when the Toussaints go, don’t you know
The Dessalines come,
We’ve lost the battle,
But yet we will win the war!
As long as we…

Chorus:
Rally, rally round the West Indies
Now and forever, oh
Rally, rally round the West indies
Never say never!

Pretty soon the runs that gone will flow again like water
Bringing so much joy
To each and every son and daughter
Say we gonna rise again like a raging fire
As the sun shines
You know we goin’ take it higher
But we gotta…

Chorus:
Rally, rally round the West Indies
Now and forever, yes
Rally, rally round the West indies
Stoke up the fire!

Way down under a warrior falls
Michael Holding falls in the heat of the battle
“Michael shoulda left long time!”
I heard an angry brother shout
Caribbean Man, that is the root of our trouble
In these tiny theatres of conflict and confusion
Better know as the isles of the West Indies
We already know who brought us here
And who created this ‘confyusion’
So I am begging, beggfing my people please, oh
We got to…

Chorus:
Rally, rally round the West Indies
Now and forever, yeah
Rally, rally round the West indies
Stoke up the fire!
Cause Pretty soon the runs that gone will flow again like water
Bringing so much joy
To each and every son and daughter
Say we gonna rise again like a raging fire
As the sun shines
You know we goin’ take it higher
But we gotta to what?...

Rally, rally round the West Indies
Now and forever, yeah
Rally, rally round the West indies
Never sayu never!

Now they are making restrictions and laws
To spoil our beauty
But in the end, we shall prevail
This is not just cricket,
This thing goes beyond the boundary
It’s up to you and to mae to make sure that they fail
Soon we must artake a side
ore be lost in the rubble.
In a divided workd
That don’t need islands no more
Are we doomed forever
To be at somebody’s mercy?
Little keys can open up mighty doors.

Rally, rally round the West Indies, tell dem
Now and forever, yeah
Rally, rally round the West Indies
Never say never!
Pretty soon the runs that gone will flow again like water
Bringing so much joy
To each and every son and daughter
Say we gonna rise again like a raging fire
As the sun shines
You know we goin’ take it higher
But we gotta to what?...

Rally, rally round the West Indies
Now and forever, yeah
Rally, rally round the West indies
Never say never!

Source:
N.B. The lyrics posted on this blog are 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 .

"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

The Adventures Of Roaring Lion's Ugly Woman [Song]


Jimmy Soul's version of The Roaring Lion's "Ugly Woman" (1934)
Album: The Very Best Of Jimmy Soul Released: 1963

If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life
Never make a pretty woman your wife
So from my personal point of view
Get an ugly girl to marry you
If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life
Never make a pretty woman your wife
So from my personal point of view
Get an ugly girl to marry you

A pretty woman makes her husband look small
And very often causes his downfall
As soon as he marries her, then she starts
To do the things that will break his heart

But if you make an ugly woman your wife
You'll be happy for the rest of your life
An ugly woman cooks meals on time
And she'll always give you peace of mind

If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life
Never make a pretty woman your wife
So from my personal point of view
Get an ugly girl to marry you

Sax solo

Don't let your friends say you have no taste
Go ahead and marry anyway
Though her face is ugly, her eyes don't match
Take it from me, she's a better catch

If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life
Never make a pretty woman your wife
So from my personal point of view
Get an ugly girl to marry you

Spoken:
Say man!
Hey baby!
I saw your wife the other day!
Yeah?
Yeah, an' she's ug-leeee!
Yeah, she's ugly, but she sure can cook, baby!
Yeah, alright!

If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life
Never make a pretty woman your wife
So from my personal point of view
Get an ugly girl to marry you(x4)

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Louis Farrakhan's rendition:


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Listen to Robert Mitchum's rendition (My favourite) I like especially the chuckle in his voice when he sings the line, "She's calling somebody else doudou"

See the original lyrics by The Roaring Lion (1934)
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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

Hibernaculum: When You Could Not Get Over, You Went Under...

...But You Did Not Die.

"The condition of the Amerindians was very inferior to that of the slaves. The slaves were protected by the humanity code which governed them, and by the interest which their owners had for their welfare. One could almost see them prospering and multiplying, whereas the Indians, relegated to the four missions of Arima, Toco, Siparia and Savana Grande, then far away from any populated area, lived under the rule and pleasure of an all-powerful magistrate and a curate of doctrine, and decreased and diminished in numbers day by day. Under this oppressive rule, the sons of our proud and hardy islanders who had rebelled against the Spanish conquest, were disappearing little by little from the land in which their ancestors had been lords and masters. They were already reduced to the insignificant number of about one thousand souls, and they had fallen into such a state of abject degradation, that one can say without exaggeration, that they retained only the external appearances of men. They had become beasts of burden who found no pleasure except in drunkenness and promiscuity. So brutalised, they contributed nothing to public prosperity."

Source: "The history of the island of Trinidad under the Spanish government: Second Part (1622-1797)"/ Pierre Gustav Louis Borde, Port of Spain: republished by Paria Publishing, 1982. p. 315 (First published in Paris : Maisonneuve Et Cie, 1883)
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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

Life Is A Stage [Song]


Uploaded by johnnyshoeshine

LIFE IS A STAGE
By Brother Valentino

Life is a stage and we are the actors
And everybody have a part to play
Like a never ending movie
With all different characters
Each one have a role to portray
Down to the scavengers and them barristers
All them doctors and lawyers and these ministers
So this honourable this and this honourable that
And this lady so and so
Is a part all them people playing, I want you to know

So don’t blame the politician
Anytime you find you get bad administration
Oh no, that was meant to be
The fellah is playing his role superbly
Now, don’t blame the judges for their injustice
Why blame the criminals, I say
Is a part they come out to play.

This movie start in the garden of Eden
The star and co-star was Adam and Eve
They played their parts, now they are dead but not forgotten
And when I study the role of Adam, it makes me grieve
Shows man should be able to take example
And see from the beginning, woman was trouble
But then your role is according to your script, I say
And your fate would be Judgment Day
And according to the part that you play, the Master go pay.

Now down to the little children
From the time they born, they join Life’s great movie
But some of us fathers, my friend
Through some wicked women, never saw our baby
Although abortion is just an act
Believe me, friends, I don’t like that part at all
Plenty women go bawl when the curtain fall.

Say what you want, believe, I’m not joking
The women are the greatest performers for me
Their role always important
And down to their love making
These people could win an Academy
They could put you in heaven
They could put you in hell
Woman could put man places
Man would shame to tell
So then a man must want to kill
Because the part he have to play
Is to love with his heart and soul
So you see where the females
Always have the better role

So don't blame Christine Keeler
Just because she wreck the lives of some politicians
She played a sexy character
And she caught Profumo with her sexy actions
So we should tip our hats to England
And say "Hurrah!" for good old Christine
The greatest actress, don’t doubt, that the world has seen

Trinidad have some scenes that I go off on
The acting is greater than on Broadway
Not even on the movie screens
You see people perform
Like Trinidadians ah talking ‘bout
And how they could play
Trinidad, as we all know, chief role is kaiso
Then featuring playing pan, football and the limbo
But for playing the part of smart man and smart woman
I could bet mih hand
And for creating a big impression, is a Trinidadian.

Now the ambitious guy with the jacket and tie
Who walks the road and hold up his head high
You will shock to know
Where that same ambitious fella head does go
But is a part he come out to play
And we really can't treat the fellah with scorn
And as they say, "The show must go on."

SOURCE: The lyrics posted on this blog are 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

I focus on the satirical aspects to overlook the worrying fatalism and sometimes misogynistic tone. Although this song has always left me with feelings of sadness, I still must thank Brother Valentino for his creativity.

"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