SAYAMANDA
By Andre Tanker [25/9/1941- 28/2/2003]
Sayamanda, sayamanda, sayamanda, ring the bell
Sayamanda, sayamanda, sayamanda, ring the bell.
From California to Philadelphia, sweet soul music down Louisiana
Tell yuh Mama, tell yuh Papa, sweet soul music down Louisiana.
From Trinidad to North Carolina [Hold on, hold on]
From Panama to Richmond, Virginia [Hold on, hold on]
Pole to pole and corner to corner [Hold on, hold on]
Behind the bridge and across the border. [Hold on, hold on].
Chain of colours, rhythm and music, yeah
Soul connection, chain of love
Chain of freedom across the world
Give the children a hand to hold
Like a rainbow come to light
Like the sunshine gold and bright.
Sayamanda, sayamanda, sayamanda, ring the bell
Sayamanda, sayamanda, sayamanda, ring the bell.
From Trinidad to North Carolina [Hold on, hold on]
Nigeria to Richmond, Virginia [Hold on, hold on]
Pole to pole and corner to corner [Hold on, hold on]
Behind the bridge and across the border. [Hold on, hold on].
Chain of colours, rhythm and music, yeah
Soul connection, chain of love
Chain of freedom across the world
Give the children a hand to hold
Like a rainbow come to life
Like the sunshine gold and bright.
Sayamanda, sayamanda, sayamanda, ring the bell
Sayamanda, sayamanda, sayamanda, ring the bell
Sayamanda, sayamanda, sayamanda, ring the bell
Sayamanda, sayamanda, sayamanda, ring the bell
Sayamanda, sayamanda, sayamanda, ring the bell...
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, Andre Tanker.
"Sayamanda was a nonsense word that he [Andre Tanker] improvised while he was composing the tune, planning to replace it with more meaningful lyrics later. But it sounded right, and later he interpreted it to mean “Is I a man there.” It meant, he explains, “We’re all human. We all have a common kind of feeling, we can identify with what’s happening in another place.” SOURCE
"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
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