Hosay

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HOSAY
By David Rudder

"Wear something red", was the popular cry
And like the pavements and streets, they were filled with envy
Because by morning light they were covered with our blood
I tell you not one soul here escaped the frenzy
You know sometimes you gamble in King and wild is the Joker
And sometimes the sight of the moon just riles up the lost, the hungry, the mad
These are the troubled times that we have down in Trinidad.

Because under the crescent moon and above the bloody asphalt,
Strange dogs were barking deep in the night
Under the crescent moon, I say the drums were silent
But somehow the rhythm continued, oh what a sight!
On the night of the day, it was the night of the day
Oh, the night when they say that the martyrs died.

Fame, yes, we're famous as hell
Why don't you know we're a star
At long last we have made it
A star like that star in the moon shining over the tomb
Dance the moon, we can't 'fraid it
Come on, dance, brother, dance, but death is your drummer
Oh, prance, sister, prance, the future's at stake
Jump high, jump low but this Hosay will take the cake.

Because under the crescent moon and above the bloody asphalt,
Strange dogs were barking deep in the night
Under the crescent moon, I say the drums were silent
But somehow the rhythm continued, oh what a sight!
On the night of the day, it was the night of the day
Oh, the night when they say that the martyrs died.

The power and the glory is so close at hand
But the beast, he was lurking for he too sits in the wings, in the wings
So when we searched for the moon all we saw were the vultures
But then a chosen people never worry 'bout these things, 'bout these things
So the roll of the tassa began to sound like the rhythm of bullets
And the thundering boom bass, well that was a bomb, was a bomb
Inna this Muslim time when the Hosay is number one

I say, under the crescent moon and above the bloody asphalt,
Brother man, strange dogs were barking deep in the night
Under the crescent moon, I say the drums were silent
But somehow the rhythm continued, oh what a sight!
On the night of the day, it was the night of the day
Oh, the night when they say that the martyrs died.

Not in this house! Not in this garden of Eden!
Oh, how we danced to the beat of this lovely lie, lovely lie
Until a man opened a door and showed us our other side
And our Mecca-ed illusions walked right on by
Now Trini know what is oozie diplomacy
Now Trini know what is SLR love
Inna these troubled times under the stars above.

I say, under the crescent moon and above the bloody asphalt,
Brother man, strange dogs were barking deep in the night
Under the crescent moon, I say the drums were silent
But somehow the drumming continued, oh what a sight!
On the night of the day, it was the night of the day
Oh, the night when they say that the martyrs died.

Under the crescent moon and above the bloody asphalt,
Strange dogs were barking deep in the night
Under the crescent moon, I say the drums were silent
But somehow the rhythm continued, oh what a sight!
On the night of the day, it was the night of the day
Oh, the night when they say that the magic died.

So "Wear something red", was the popular cry
And like the pavements and streets, they were filled, were filled with envy
Because by morning light they were covered with our blood
I tell you not one soul here escaped the frenzy
You know sometime you gamble in King but you pull the Court Jester
And sometimes the sight of the moon...

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. Je me souviens.

"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