Sin-Phony [Song]

Uploaded by Kurt Allen
SIN-PHONY
By Kurt Allen

I visited Parliament chamber, witness an orchestra
A band, band, band of only politicians
Well, rated their performance on style, talent and endurance
A band, band, band of par-liar-mentarians.

[They orchestrate] politics that encourage hate,
Making good folks discriminate, bridges replaced by gates
[They orchestrate] nurturing racism, prejudice and tribalism
Multiculturalism - mamaguism...

From the UNC and the PNM, COP in the political sin-sin-sin-phony
It's a sin-sin-sin-sin-sin-phony
With the TOP, MSJ, NJAC in the political sin-sin-sin-phony
It's a sin, sin, sin, sin, sin!

[Uproar!] Stop taking it cool!
[Uproar!] Don't be played for a fool!
[Uproar!] They using race as a tool
[Uproar!] To divide, conquer and rule
[Uproar!] To justify their bull
[Uproar!] The race card they always pull
Uproar, uproar, uproa-oar-oar-oar!!!

Lead vocalist have sore throat, keyboardist playing wrong note
In this band, band, band of serial politicians
Their lyrics not rhyming, some have no sense of timing
In this band, band, band of par-liar-mentarians.

[They orchestrate] safe haven for the bobolists
Perverting the course of justice, our democracy at risk
[They orchestrate] with their Section called 34 - music rotten to the core
Who arranged the score so impure?

With the UNC and the PNM and the COP in the political sin-sin-sin-phony
It's a sin-sin-sin-sin-sin-phony
With the TOP, MSJ, NJAC in the political sin-sin-sin-phony
It's a sin, sin, sin, sin, sin!

[Uproar!] Corruption rebuff!
[Uproar!] Say, "Enough is enough!"
[Uproar!] The system will always fail
[Uproar!] Once the big fish not making jail
[Uproar!] No integrity!
[Uproar!] No morality!
Uproar, uproar, uproa-oar-oar-oar!!!

Blackmail, cabal and infight, some playing wrong chord for spite
In this band, band, band of notorious politicians
While Dr. Kublalsing-ing is noisemaking and booing
From this band, band, band of par-liar-mentarians.

[They orchestrate] like a cult pushing one head
Singing songs that heartless and dread, wishing for people to dead
[They orchestrate] with a big, rent-a-crowd audience
Complimentary to cause disturbance at striking performance - Arrogance!

With the UNC and the PNM, and the COP in the political sin-sin-sin-phony
It's a sin-sin-sin-sin-sin-phony
With the TOP, MSJ, NJAC in the political sin-sin-sin-phony
It's a sin, sin, sin, sin, sin!

[Uproar!] Check out the crime rate
[Uproar!] The violence inflate
[Uproar!] The bandits see us as bait
[Uproar!] Yet they telling us to hold faith
[Uproar!] Lord, every night is a wake
[Uproar!] How much more must we take?
Uproar, uproar, uproa-oar-oar-oar!!!

Sound engineers stop kicksing, can't you see that the mix need fixing?
In this band, band, band of career politicians
Focus on harmonising, not chewing up and spitting
In this band, band band of par-liar-mentarians

[They orchestrate] friends and family with contract
Billions dey does extract, riding tax payers back
[They orchestrate] PR and marketing plan covering lies and deception
Bamboozling the darn population.

With the UNC and the PNM, and the COP in the political sin-sin-sin-phony
It's a sin-sin-sin-sin-sin-phony
With the TOP, MSJ, NJAC in the political sin-sin-sin-phony
It's a sin, sin, sin, sin, sin!

[Uproar!] Time to clench your fist!
[Uproar!] Stand up and insist!
[Uproar!] We can't continue like this
[Uproar!] We'll end up in a crisis
[Uproar!] Lord, the power of the word
[Uproar!] Let your voices be heard
Uproar, uproar, uproar-oar-oar-oar!!!

Well, we have to repair the speaker
It functioning like a tweeter
Terrible acoustics causing feedback and static
They say every creed and race bound to find a wining space
Without shame, without disgrace
They wining up in the people's face
Yes, they wining up in the people's face!

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, Kurt Allen. 

"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