Basement Party [Song]

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BASEMENT PARTY
By André Tanker [25/9/1941-28/2/2003]

Downtown rockers, uptown dudes
Streamlined ladies in spike heel shoes
Green card lovers in a corner dancing blues
Illegal immigrants, dem jumping up the most
To sweet soul music and disco, rhythm and blues
Run the dub soca calypso but doh get confuse now
Mister DJ 'cause we put all these rhythms together
And we gih dem some blaze
You know the whole place start jumping
And the vibrations raise. [They raise for days]

In a basement party in a New York city
Downtown shakedown, uptown boogie.

Well, the whole place was a ram up and a cram up with people
'Til dey couldn't hold no more
But still dey kept on coming
If you see them squeezing through the door
Check the lady in the kitchen,
She got the peas and rice coming up hot, coming up hot
With some big, red peppers, put the Caribbean flavour in the pot
Keep the rhythm jamming hot.

In a basement party in a New York city
Downtown shakedown, uptown boogie
In a basement party [the rhythm jamming] in a New York city
Downtown shakedown, uptown boogie.

Well, only one thing was missing to make this party complete
Just then I heard a knocking
It was a visit from the police on the beat
Dey say dey just get a complaint from a neighbour on the block
And the music got to turn down real low or the party gonna stop
But the jamming --------- stronger and the music stay free
You know the police get lock inside a rhythm
Whole night I see dem searching for the key to one love [one melody].

In a basement party in a New York city
Downtown shakedown, uptown boogie
Basement party in a New York city
Downtown shakedown, uptown boogie.

Basement party, basement party
Downtown shakedown, uptown boogie
Basement party, basement party
Downtown shakedown, uptown boogie...

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, André Tanker.

"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