My House [Song]

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MY HOUSE
By Farmer Nappy

Farmer Nappy again, yeah

You not moving your waist by chance, no
It's the rhythm, the rhythm, the rhythm
I bring music to make you dance, yes
Don't refuse it, it's like walking footsteps.

It's natural, yeah, like a baby crying for the first time
Like Anya with her first design
Best I did bring some bricks and a load of sand
And build up my house on this land.

'Cause inside this fête
[This fête is my home, this fête is my home]
My bills, it done pay, inspector, leave me alone
[This fête is my home, this fête is my home]
My mortgage done pay, so come and jump in my house if you want [Want, want]
Get on bad in here if you want [Want, want]
You could cock up your foot on couch if you want [Want, want]
'Cause mi casa is su casa, come leh we jam to soca, yeah-yeah.

Don't come here and mash up my house, no
Jam to the rhythm, the rhythm, the rhythm
This is not a place to stress you out, no
I will entertain you, there is no curfew
Up in here, fêteing and soca is like my lifeline
Can't do without it no day, no time
Best I did bring some bricks and a load of sand
And build up my house on this land.

'Cause inside this fête
[This fête is my home, this fête is my home]
My bills, it done pay, inspector, leave me alone
[This fête is my home, this fête is my home]
My mortgage done pay, so come and jump in my house if you want [If you want, want]
Get on bad in here if you want [If you want, want]
You could cock up your foot on couch if you want [If you want, want]
'Cause mi casa is su casa, come leh we jam to soca, yeah-yeah.

You not moving your waist by chance, no
It's the rhythm, the rhythm, the rhythm
I bring music to make you dance, yes
Don't refuse it, it's like walking footsteps.

It's natural, yeah, like a baby crying for the first time
Like Anya with her first design
Best I did bring some bricks and a load of sand
And build up my house on this land.

'Cause inside this fête
[This fête is my home, this fête is my home]
My bills, it done pay, inspector, leave me alone
[This fête is my home, this fête is my home]
My mortgage done pay, so come and jump in my house if you want [If you want, want]
Get on bad in here if you want [If you want, want]
You could cock up your foot on couch if you want [If you want, want]
'Cause mi casa is su casa, come leh we jam to soca, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah.

Farmer Nappy again, yeah-yeah

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, Farmer Nappy. 

Listening to this song's really engaging beat and lyrics, I think that it has succeeded in being so much more than just an invitation to dance. It's message transcends and makes it appropriate and welcome for situations even outside of the fête where we might want to energise, to invite, to share, to embrace others to invoke the camaraderie required for achieving unity and common purpose. And these words draw the line to protect those within the circle of positivity against all threats:

"Don't come here and mash up my house, no

Jam to the rhythm, the rhythm, the rhythm

This is not a place to stress you out, no."

This country is our home and you are welcome if your intention is not to disrupt and destroy but to honour enjoy, and build.

"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