Parang In The Sun [Song]

 
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PARANG IN THE SUN
By Colly Garcia

Goodbye my friends, I have to go
Can't take this cold, can't take this snow
This place has a chilling breeze
That will make your pot freeze
And shrink your nuts like pigeon peas.

Goodbye, my friends, I'm heading home
T&T is where I want to roam
Here, there is sun the whole year
Pretty woman everywhere
When you miss me, I'll be there.

I'll make joy, I'll have fun, I will parang in the sun
I don't care 'bout no crime, 'cause I'll be drunk all the time
I'll make joy, I'll have fun, I will parang in the sun
I don't care what you say, I going home anyway.

Goodbye, my friends, when you miss me
I'll be on a plane to T&T
To check out Manning and Panday
Cuss one another all day
While I lime and break away.

Goodbye my friends, I had fun
But Christmas time here ent have no sun
Last week I look up in the sky
A snowflake hit me in mih eye
I nearly die, that ent no lie.

I'll make joy, I'll have fun, I will parang in the sun
I don't care 'bout no crime, 'cause I'll be drunk all the time
I'll make joy, I'll have fun, I will parang in the sun
I don't care what you say, I going home anyway.

Goodbye my friends, please don't cry
When my plane take off to the sky
I will look down from the air
Laugh at all you down there
I won't care nor shed a tear.

Goodbye my friends, as I reach
I'm heading straight for Maracas Beach
Bring me a good bake and shark
Drink a Carib and skylark
Lie on the sand 'til it get dark.

I'll make joy, I'll have fun, I will parang in the sun
I don't care 'bout no crime, 'cause I'll be drunk all the time
I'll make joy, I'll have fun, I will parang in the sun
I don't care what you say, I going home anyway.

Goodbye my friends, I'm in the mood
To eat real Trini Christmas food
McDonalds doh make no pastelle
Ponche a creme
, they don't sell
Neither mauby nor sorrel.

Goodbye my friends, I'm out of here
Taco Bell ent have no ginger beer
I going home for manicou
Lappe, tattoo and babash too
Trini Christmas is the best for true.

I'll make joy, I'll have fun, I will parang in the sun
I don't care 'bout no crime, 'cause I'll be drunk all the time
I'll make joy, I'll have fun, I will parang in the sun
I don't care what you say, I going home anyway.

I'll make joy, I'll have fun, I will parang in the sun
I don't care 'bout no crime, 'cause I'll be drunk all the time
I'll make joy, I'll have fun, I will parang in the sun
I don't care what you say, I going home anyway...

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! ..............................................................................................................................  

 

A Note From The Gull

Thank you, Colly Garcia! I can identify with your need to leave the cold behind and head home to T&T.

Fall is marching on here and after the first frost the huge flocks of geese have started urgently leaving in droves. I look up at the sky whenever I hear them and a big smile splits my face. I don't know where they are heading but their urge to move is exhilarating and contagious as I stand on the earth way below them. I want to be with them. Take me with you!!!! I can never tire of watching and listening. I love how their untidy lines after takeoff organise gradually into the V-formation typical of the migratory flight of these geese. The sound of their honking draws me out of the house. I want to feel their excitement. I want to feel the strength in their hearts and beating wings as they push onwards. I wish them good health and good eating along the way to make the journey to wherever they are heading.

This blog is increasingly being queried for Christmas songs. Visitors, like the geese, are turning with the seasons and thoughts of Christmas are calling.  Life goes on.

Be safe, countrymen. 

"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

2 comments:

Kitabwalli said...

Haha - I like this. The first time my son (whose dad is Trini) and I visited Trinidad (1974) was the day after Christmas. Such a snowstorm, the plane could hardly take off. One of my fondest memories is landing in heat and rain at Piarco.

And in the old airport was a huge blue butterfly.

Guanaguanare said...

Hello Kitabwalli,
A blue butterfly! What a lovely greeting! I know what you mean. The warmth always gets me too - it envelops the visitor upon arrival. And when you have left winter behind the contrast is even more stark. As the plane begins to descend, my heart rate always quickens and I cannot wait to land, to get out of Customs, to meet the family members awaiting me. It's the leaving that I cannot take. The dread of having to experience the heartbreak of another departure actually makes me reluctant to visit. You have no privacy on a plane and as I am either on the brink of tears or actually crying on the way back, it is always a very sad, uncomfortable and lonely journey for me.

Thanks for your comment!

Blessings