Cry My Beloved Country [Song]

CRY MY BELOVED COUNTRY
Performed by Marvellous Marva (performer)(2004)
Composed by Anthony “Lexo” Alexis (2004)

I feel to cry, cry, cry, cry, cry
Cry my beloved country, woh oh oh
I feel to cry, cry, cry, cry, cry
Cry my beloved country, who oh oh

Wilted dreams like flowers in the rain
Sleepless nights, gunshots crack your window pane
Teardrops in your dreams, sirens wake you up
You pray to God, oh lord, oh lord when this dis ting would stop
Shattered hopes like sunsets dipping low, low, low
Where’s love’s rainbow in Trinbago?
History draws a line between good and bad
Who-----
Look the killers off the hook!

I feel to cry, cry, cry, cry, cry
Cry my beloved country, wo oh oh
I feel to cry, cry, cry, cry, cry
Cry my beloved country, wo oh oh

Deadly screams like daggers in the night
Cocaine, drugs, innocence live in fright
Ransom calls, your bank account on hold
You do or die, somebody’s heart runs cold
Shattered hopes like sunsets dipping low, low, low
Where’s love’s rainbow in Trinbago?
History draws a line between good and bad
Who------
Look the killers off the hook!

I feel to cry, cry, cry, cry, cry
Cry my beloved country, woh oh oh
I feel to cry, cry, cry, cry, cry
Cry my beloved country, who oh ho.

An angel tell me to deliver this message
An angel tell me to deliver this message
We got to reclaim de country from de bandits
From de hoodlums, de drug pushers
Bad gun slingers, we need a saviour, oh Lord!

I feel to cry, cry, cry, cry, cry
Cry my beloved country, wo oh oh
I feel to cry, cry, cry, cry, cry
Cry my beloved country, oh oh

Leap of faith is what we really need
Conquer hate, turn round a brand new state
Broken wings we could start to mend
Let religion become your teacher
Everybody come like friends
Shattered hopes like sunsets dipping low, low, low
Where’s love’s rainbow in Trinbago?
History draws a line between good and bad
Who ---
Look, the killers off the hook!

I feel to cry, cry, cry, cry, cry
Cry my beloved country, woh oh ho
I feel to cry, cry, cry, cry, cry
Cry my beloved country, woh ho ho

I feel to cry, cry, cry, cry, cry
Cry my beloved country wo ho oh
I feel to cry, cry, cry, cry, cry
Cry my beloved country, oh oh

I feel to cry, I feel to cry
I feel to cry, cry cry cry cry
Cry my beloved country

Source: True True Calypso, 2004. St. James: MAJOR and minor Productions Ltd., 2004
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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