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Merry Christmas Everyone [Song]


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MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE
By the Soca Parang Serenaders

Merry Christmas everyone!
Peace and love, joy and celebration.
Merry Christmas everyone!
Peace and love, joy and celebration.

I never see a parang side so
Going house to house by people that they ent know
I join the band in front by Sharon
And when I reach the door, we started singing this one.

Merry Christmas everyone!
Peace and love, joy and celebration.
Merry Christmas everyone!
Peace and love, joy and celebration.

I join the band not just for Christmas cheer
I hear it have plenty Spanish woman living down here
I looking for wife, me ent have no shame
So I moving with the band, playing the game.

Merry Christmas everyone!
Peace and love, joy and celebration.
Merry Christmas everyone!
Peace and love, joy and celebration.

Well, I reach and I feeling great [oh ya yea]
What a feast, I full up a plate [oh ya yea]
I go sing, I go sing, I go sing some parang [oh ya yea]
And I bring, yes I bring, yes I bring the gang.

Merry, merry Christmas everyone!
Peace and love, joy and celebration.
Merry, merry Christmas everyone!
Peace and love, joy and celebration.

Every year I does make mih barrel of rum
But this year I decide that I ent making none
I paranging hard with no liquor
And every house I hit, I drinking out the chaser.

So Merry Christmas everyone!
Peace and love, joy and celebration.
Merry Christmas everyone!
Peace and love, joy and celebration.

The fellas pass by me and they tief everything
But I ent get horrors, 'cause I love mih paranging
I decide to fall in and join the session
Dis one only telling me how he love Spanish woman

Merry Christmas everyone!
Peace and love, joy and celebration.
Merry Christmas everyone!
Peace and love, joy and celebration.

I join the band 'cause I 'fraid for people to come by me
'Cause I ent clean up yet, I doh want nobody see
My rooms ent paint up, mih curtains ent wash
So I going house to house looking for mih paintbrush.

Merry Christmas everyone!
Peace and love, joy and celebration.
Merry Christmas everyone!
Peace and love, joy and celebration.

I was on the corner when the parang band pass
I say I go follow them to get some drinks in mih glass
The parang was easy, it wasn't no fuss
And when they strike it up, I join in with the chorus.

Merry Christmas everyone!
Peace and love, joy and celebration.
Merry Christmas everyone!
Peace and love, joy and celebration.

Merry Christmas everyone!
Peace and love, joy and celebration.
Merry Christmas everyone!
Peace and love, joy and celebration.

Merry, merry Christmas everyone!
Peace and love, joy and celebration.
So Merry Christmas everyone!
Peace and love, joy and celebration...

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, Soca Parang Serenaders!

Merry Christmas everyone! Peace and love, joy and celebration.

"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

My Crew [Song]


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MY CREW
By Rita Coolidge

Can I sing a song for you, my crew?
Like the song I used to play with you?

I was gone so long before you missed me
I didn't even know I was a gypsy
I'm singing this song because my eyes are misty
'Cause we're through, [we're through, we're through] my crew.

There's that cross we'll cross again, my friends
And the song that we will play will have no end.

We'll sail a sea of song like a band of gypsies
We'll lay our burdens down and play for free
We'll laugh and cry as eagles die
And we'll be coming home one day [one day, one day]
Let the music play!

We'll sail a sea of song like a band of gypsies
We'll lay our burdens down and play for free
We'll laugh and cry as eagles die
And we'll be coming home one day [one day, one day]
Let the music play!.....

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, Rita Coolidge  

"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

"Suffering is the Pain of Constraints" - Raoul Vaneigem

"Suffering is the pain of constraints. An atom of pure delight, no matter how small, will hold it at bay. To work on the side of delight and authentic festivity can hardly be distinguished from preparing for a general insurrection.

In our times, people are invited to take part in a gigantic hunt with myths and received ideas as quarry, but for safety’s sake they are sent without weapons, or, worse, with paper weapons of pure speculation, into the swamp of constraints where they finally stick. Perhaps we will get our first taste of delight by pushing the ideologists of demystification in front of us, so that we can see how they make out, and either take advantage of their exploits or advance over their bodies.

As Rosanov says, men are crushed under the wardrobe. Without lifting up the wardrobe it is impossible to deliver whole peoples from their endless and unbearable suffering. It is terrible that even one man should be crushed under such a weight: to want to breathe, and not to be able to. The wardrobe rests on everybody, and everyone gets his inalienable share of suffering. And everybody tries to lift up the wardrobe, but not with the same conviction, not with the same energy. A curious groaning civilization.

Thinkers ask themselves: “What? Men under the wardrobe? However did they get there?” All the same, they got there. And if someone comes along and proves in the name of objectivity that the burden can never be removed, each of his words adds to the weight of the wardrobe, that object which he means to describe with the universality of his ‘objective consciousness’. And the whole Christian spirit is there, fondling suffering like a good dog and handing out photographs of crushed but smiling men. “The rationality of the wardrobe is always the best”, proclaim the thousands of books published every day to be stacked in the wardrobe. And all the while everyone wants to breathe and no-one can breathe, and many say “We will breathe later”, and most do not die, because they are already dead.

It is now or never."

SOURCE: The Revolution of the Everyday Life by Raoul Vaneigem. Chapter 3.
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A Note From The Gull

Thank you, Raoul Vaneigem.

"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