Mix-up Matrimony [Song]

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MIX-UP MATRIMONY
By Lord Beginner

With racial segregation, I can see universally, fading gradually
With racial segregation, I can see universally, fading gradually
Mix marriage is the fashion and the world is saying so
Lovers choosing partners of every kind they know
This is freedom from above, so what they thinking of
Is to grab the one that they love.

The organs are always playing and the parsons are saying,
"Incorporate and amalgamate."
Marriages are fixing and the races are mixing
"Incorporate and amalgamate."

Long ago it was so difficult to see two different race in matrimony
A Chinee man never used to change his life
Until he get a Chinee girl for his wife
Now, any colour is a colour, any race is a race
Life is short so they mean to embrace
This is real equality, human rights, as I see, with this mix-up matrimony.

The organs are always playing and the preachers are saying,
"Incorporate and amalgamate."
Be holding together before it's too late
"Incorporate and amalgamate."

Racial segregation gone to hell, the happenings nowadays can tell
Mix marriage seems to have a stronger tie than the pure one
For I don't know why
The races are blending harmoniously
White and coloured people are binding neutrally
It doesn't take no glass to see how it come to pass
Coloured Britons are rising fast.

The organs are always playing and the preachers are saying,
"Incorporate and amalgamate."
Though some are seeing well and others catching hell
"Incorporate and amalgamate."

The great part that Seretse Khama played,
We appreciate the move that he made
The Bamangwato tribe he always thinking of
He lost his throne for the girl he love
For he knew that a good wife today is hard to find
So he find one, so he had to treat her kind
So if you are in your prime, run to the preacher anytime
For who you love, it is not a crime.

The organs are always playing and the preachers are saying,
"Incorporate and amalgamate."
Marriages are fixing and the races are mixing
"Incorporate and amalgamate."

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, Lord Beginner.

"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

Split Me In Two [Song]

Uploaded by seukeran
SPLIT ME IN TWO
By Mighty Dougla

Let us suppose they pass a law,
They don't want people living here anymore
Just suppose they pass a law,
They don't want people living here anymore
Everybody got to find their country
According to your race originally
What a confusion I would cause in the place
They might have to shoot me in space.

Chorus:
Because they sending Indians to India [India] and the Negroes back to Africa,
Can somebody please just tell me, where they sending poor me? [Poor Dougie]
I am neither one nor the other, six of one, half a dozen of the other
If they serious about sending back people for true, they got to split me in two.

From the time I small I in confusion
I couldn't play with no other lil children
If I go by the Negro children to play
They say, "You little coolie, now run away!"
I go by the Indian children next door
They say, "Noweyrian, what you come here for?"
I always by myself like ah lil monkey
Not one single child wouldn't play with me.

Chorus:
So if they sending Indians to India [India] and the Negroes back to Africa,
Can somebody please just tell me, Where they sending poor me? [Poor Dougie]
I am neither one nor the other, six of one, half a dozen of the other
If they serious 'bout sending back people for true, they bound to split me in two.

Hear what happen to me recently
I going down Jogie Road walking peacefully
Some Indians and Negroes rioting
Poor me didn't know not a single thing
But as I enter in Odit Trace
Ah Indian man cuff me straight in mih face
I ran by the Negroes to get rescue
"Look ah coolie!" and them start beating me too.

Chorus:
So if they sending Indians to India [India] and the Negroes back to Africa,
Can somebody please just tell me, where they sending poor me? [Poor Dougie]
I am neither one nor the other, six of one, half a dozen of the other
If they serious 'bout sending back people for true, they bound to split me in two.

Some fellas having a race discussion,
I jump in to give my opinion
A young fella watch me in mih face
He say, "You shut your mouth, you ain't got no race!"
What he said to me was a real insult
But is not I to blame, is mih father fault
When he say I have no race, he did talking true
Instead of having one race, you know I got two.

Chorus:
So if they sending Indians to India [India] and the Negroes back to Africa,
Can somebody please just tell me, where they sending poor me? [Poor Dougie]
I am neither one nor the other, six of one, half a dozen of the other
If they serious 'bout sending back people for true, they bound to split me in two.

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, Mighty Dougla.

For outsiders who do not understand this song, it is about the no man's land in which persons who are products of miscegenation can find themselves, especially when they are located within societies which haven't yet fully grasped the fact that humanity trumps ethnicity.

A "dougla" originally referred to a person of mixed East Indian and African ancestry, but it can also be used to include other mixed persons, so you can hear "douglarisation" being used to describe any process of mixture.

The Mighty Dougla is proposing an imaginary, ridiculous solution of being split in two to highlight the actual ridiculous reality of being ostracised because you are caught between two ethnicities which have not yet learned to accept the humanity of the next.

What would be his situation if East Indians and Africans were asked to return to the countries of origin of their ancestors? He finds himself between a rock and a hard place. Because he represents an irreversible fusion, he sees himself as also representing the point of NO RETURN - no return to Mother Africa, no return to Mother India.

The Mighty Dougla never explored the possibility that Mother T&T would never have allowed him to leave or to be cleaved, that she would have hidden him, as her own special creation, safely within the folds of her skirt until the racists had departed.

"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