Sparrow's Dream (Everybody Will Get)

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SPARROW'S DREAM (EVERYBODY WILL GET)
By Mighty Sparrow

I was on a sailing boat one evening
Suddenly the boat start drifting
It went away to an island
Which was only packed with woman
Imagine how Sparrow feeling
You know how my blood near my skin
Two thousand and twenty-four woman
Sparrow alone is the man!

Chorus:
Last night I had Mary Jane
Kicking hell like in Port of Spain
Dorothy making noise, my dear, don't fret
Everybody will get!

Mama! So much woman in the island
Imagine the situation
I bawling for help, I weary
Then I have a weakness in my knee
One morning I wake, I feeling cramp
Too much of bacchanal in camp
Every night downstairs in a mess
After all, Sparrow want a rest!

Chorus:
Last night I had Mary Jane
Making noise like in Port of Spain
Dorothy making noise, my dear, don't fret, oh lord,
Everybody will get!

Yes Mama! Sparrow was in so much trouble
Something hold me in my navel
I praying to see somebody so they come and help me
Then somebody touch my shoulder
It was my wife, Imelda
Wake up, Aaga boy! Stop dreaming! It is ten o' clock in the morning
I never had Mary Jane, everything seems to go in vain
But my wife in the house started to fret
Sparrow! Get up and get!

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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"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

Blogging The Dead

I am wondering if the time has come for me to give this blog a rest. I had a dream last night that I was blogging a dead body. The dream persisted with its maddening reiterations as I tossed and turned in misery. This dead body, which at one point, I felt was someone's father, was requiring respectful disposal. I, however, contrary to everything that I would wish for any deceased, was instead finding myself compelled to blog it.

I could actually see the posts going up day after day with images of the stiff body lying on the floor, or the body chopped up like souse in a big, iron pot, or the body morphing into a tree trunk that had been sawed in half... This madness went as far as my debating whether the wrongness of my actions would be lessened by the addition of sauce or parsley to the presentations of the body.

Through all of this, I could hear the persistent whimpering ("gweeking" is the word I usually use to describe the sound) of my dog who sleeps at the side of my bed. He usually makes these complaints when he is uncomfortable or upset by something. His fussing entered the dream and I concluded that he was aware of the cadaver and was disturbed by its presence and scent. Tonnerre!!

When I finally wrested myself from that dream and the bed, I came straight to the computer to write my farewell post and found that overnight, the monitor display had mysteriously become rotated ninety degrees to the left. I had to rest my head on my left shoulder to go on the Internet and find the solution (ctrl-alt-up arrow did the trick). Additional proof, I concluded, that I should put some distance between myself and bloggery.

Can anyone out there interpret dreams? I've had some messed up dreams in my life but this one was too disturbing and I am wondering why it would target the blog.

"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