Trinidad Is The Place For Me [Song]


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TRINIDAD IS THE PLACE FOR ME
By King Selewa

Tell 'em "no" me wouldn't go, mama
Away from Trinidad, o mama
So tell 'em "no" me wouldn't go, doudou
Away from Port o Spain, o doudou
Trinidad is de place for me
Come an' see di ol' papa Willy
O mama dey'o
O mama dey'o!

Clear di way weeeeee! di bamboo play, mama
Breakaway an' dingolay mama
Yeah what a thrill, Caresser sing, mama
"Madame Khan" an' "Exploitin'", mama
Come wid me to San Fernando
Tiger sing "Oti na bo nigbo"
O mama dey'o
O mama dey'o!

Trinidad is de place for me, mama
It is nice, La Trinity, mama
So tell 'em "no" me wouldn't go, doudou
Away from Port o Spain, o doudou
Come wid me to Point Cumana
Invader sing ol' time kalinda
O mama dey'o
O mama dey'o!

Source: The lyrics for this song were kindly provided by King Selewa.
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A Note From The Gull


I don't know, but if Calypso were a woman, the tribute to her that is the music of King Selewa and his Calypsonians would be like a refreshing breeze blowing across her face. I think that she would turn smiling towards it and begin to dance. Thank you, King Selewa!

A brief note about King Selewa & His Calypsonians

King Selewa was born in Togo. He started his musical trip as a ska, rock steady and reggae singer, heavily influenced by the music of 60's Jamaica. He continued learning more about the roots of this musical genre and discovered and fell in love with the original calypso from Trinidad and Tobago.

He recorded a ska reggae record in 2004. See more info at www.lordskalipsoul.com

Here are two examples of his ska and reggae influenced works:

"LORD SKALIPSOUL: ODE TO COMPAY"


and "GEBRESSELASSIE RUN"


A few years later he then recorded a calypso LP "Calypso Invasion" on the world music label ARC music. In the summer of 2009, the band released a second LP on ARC Music entitled "Back to mi home."

King Selewa has mixed his African influences with calypso...in songs like:

"MAMI WATTA",


"OLOMIA",


"UNDER DI MANGO TREE"


"MAMITO'S CALYPSO".



Another of my favourites is King Selewa's version of Caresser's 1938 "Exploiting". I love the minor key, the plaintive "violin" weaving through the background and the stark, unadorned strum of the rhythm leaving the listener to focus on the voices of King Selewa and his backup singer bringing soothing and mysterious messages of their own. Something about the way that this song was performed brought to my attention it's potential as a enchanting story set to music, a lullaby also for a child drifting off to dreamland with visions of adventure in a silent Zeppelin. I love the soft repetition of the "Buy me a Zeppelin".



"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

Back To Mi Home [Song]


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BACK TO MI HOME
By King Selewa & His Calypsonians

Refrain:
Back to mi home, oh my west-indian home
Back to my friends, aye Mama, take my hand
Take me, take me, take me to Los Iros
Oh blow wind, blow, cos' I'm so sad you know

Well, ah travelled east and ah travelled west
To places nowherians call de best
Africa, Europe and Canada
South America and even Russia
New Zealand, England or Italy
Good gracious, ah miss my TnT.

Too many trains and too many planes
Took me away, dey drove me insane!
Bad people dey tried to poison me
Dem used obeah and simidimi
Look, here I am, no dey could not kill me
Mi heart belong to de land of an Iere!

Refrain:
Back to mi home, oh my west-indian home
Back to my friends, aye Mama, take my hand
Take me, take me, take me to Los Iros
Oh blow wind, blow, cos' I'm so sad you know.

Ah mus' confess dat dere is no place
Like mi bungalow in de west indies
Ah wish I'd spend mi very last years
Here wid a cool glass of Vat 19
Watchin' mi dawta Joséphine
Playin' "Uncle Joe" on she violin!

Refrain:
Back to mi home, oh mi west-indian home
Back to my friends, aye Mama, take my hand
Take me, take me, take me to Los Iros
Oh blow wind, blow, cos' I'm so sad you know

Aye likkle mama baba tunde mama!
Aye likkle mama baba tunde mama!
Aye likkle mama baba tunde mama!
Aye likkle mama baba tunde mama!
Aye likkle mama baba tunde mama!
Aye likkle mama baba tunde mama!
Aye likkle mama baba tunde mama!
Aye likkle mama baba tunde mama!

Refrain:
Back to mi home
Back to mi home, oh my west-indian home
Back to my friends, aye Mama, take my hand
Take me, take me, take me to Los Iros
Oh blow wind, blow, cos' I'm so sad you know
Back to mi home, oh my west-indian home
Back to my friends, aye Mama, take my hand
Take me, take me, take me to Los Iros
Oh blow wind, blow, cos' I'm so sad you know
Back to mi home.

Source:The lyrics posted for this song were kindly provided by King Selewa.
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A Note From The Gull


Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful! Thank you, King Selewa!

"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

Peepin' [Song]

 
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PEEPIN'
By Super P [2002]

Hello! Well this is me, Super P. Hello!

I tell them to "Point ah Maco"
That wasn't enough so I come with "Peepin'"
 Help me, mother, help me, brother
Help me, sister, help me, neighbour, with peeping
All them man who peeping. Ha ha ha ha ha Hello!

Glasses go sell in Grenada. You know why?
Everybody want to see much better
Glasses go sell in Grenada
Everybody want to see dey neighbour
Everybody peeping, everybody peeping. Hello! Listen!

At nights when you think they sleeping
They hiding behind window curtain peeping
Everybody peeping.
Don't try to hide in your verandah
They passing with helicopter, peeping
Everybody peeping. Hello! Everybody peeping.

Even in the sea you bathing
They passing with submarine, they peeping,
Everybody peeping. Hello!

Spyglass go sell in Grenada. You know why?
Everybody want to spy one another
Spyglass go sell in Grenada
Everybody want to spy dey neighbour
Everybody peeping. Hello! Everybody peeping.

Don't take no chance with your bus driver
He eyes in the rear view mirror, peeping
Everybody peeping.
The pastor on the pulpit preaching
He -------- holding the bible
And he just dey peeping
Everybody peeping. Hello!
Everybody peeping, everybody peeping. Again!

At nights when you think they sleeping
They hiding behind window curtain, peeping
Everybody peeping
Don't try to hide in your verandah
They passing with helicopter, peeping
Everybody peeping. Hello!

Even in the sea you bathing
They passing with diving glass, they peeping,
Everybody peeping.
Them professionals in Victoria, you know Victoria and Gouyave,
Them guys could see you 'round a corner!
Everybody peeping. Hello!
Watch your doctor, you know
You going for a simple cold
And he want to do a complete examination
Everybody peeping. Hello!

Help me, mother, help me, brother
Help me, sister, help me, neighbour, from peeping
All them man who peeping.

I always feel like somebody's watching me
And I have no privacy, oh lord!

Glasses go sell in Grenada. You know why?
Everybody want to see much better
Glasses go sell in Grenada
Everybody want to see dey neighbour
Everybody peeping, everybody peeping.

Even the undertaker complaining, man
Even the dead, they peeping, oh god man!

You cannot even trust your co-worker in the job
When you think they watching the computer
They want to see what food you bring for dinner. 
Everybody peeping. Hello! Everybody peeping.

Foopie! Watch yourself dey, boy! 
Jericho! Watch yourself, watch yourself! '

'Cause every body peeping. Chemin!
Everybody peeping

And in Gouyave, them is professional down dey, you know.  

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, Super P.

"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