Mighty Sparrow:
Well Melody, come close to me
I will tell you plain and candidly
Don't stop back and smile
Because you have a face like a crocodile!
Lord Melody:
Sparrow, you shouldn't tell me that at all
I mind you when you was small
Many of the nights I used to mash your head
In crossing to go on yuh mother... babadap, babadap!
Mighty Sparrow:
I know you think you are looking sweet
Posing here in you old false teeth
Is a lucky thing your uncle kick out
For you to get the false teeth to put in your mouth!
Lord Melody:
That is all you can say
In every angle and every way?
But the way how you watching at me
I go buss a right hook in your belly!
Mighty Sparrow:
It look as if you want trouble here tonight
Allyuh always looking for fight
I'll tell you this candidly
That is why the jail never empty!
Lord Melody:
You know that I'll be proud and glad
If Sampson and Delilah come back to Trinidad
But when they come, I wouldn't go in the theatre
Because look the jawbone of the ass right here!
Mighty Sparrow:
Well, ladies and gents, to tell you this I'm sure
When the circus was here they had a big uproar
Walking hand in hand, the female chimpanzee
Take Mello for she man!
Lord Melody:
Sparrow, that is a mistake
And in my opinion you give me a headache
This is what I'm forced to say
Is the same mistake you going to make today!
Mighty Sparrow:
Well Melody, you have me in a rage
Wining up on the stage
You feel you are looking cute
But when you finish, take off the dead man suit!
Lord Melody:
You shouldn't tell me that
This is what I am compelled to tell you flat
I hope you doesn't say that I am crack
In a while I'll be wining behind yuh back!
Mighty Sparrow:
Well believe, don't touch mih flesh
I wouldn't say you fresh
Back to back, belly to belly
And I think you are slack!
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People keep telling me over and over
Black people are now conscious of their colour
But I may be blind, boy, without a doubt
But where's this consciousness they talking about?
The ignorant black man of yesterday
Is the same foolish black man I see today
Wearing afro and dashiki gown, that is fine
But changing your clothes doesn't change your mind
For a black man may tell a black woman, Morning
She may not answer, so the man start cussing
It may be your aunt, sister or your mammy
But the first thing he tell she is she black and ugly
Have you seen a white or a Chinee man
On any corner in town heckling his woman?
If they call that consciousness, you let them know
That they still got a very long way to go.
......... so I talking plain
The things my people down here making me shame
Now they claim they want to regain old inheritance
But how they going about it got we in a monkey pants
African man and woman are really proud people
They proud in almost anything they do
But what it is going here, I now understand
They only mimicking the true African.
They say, doh call them negro, call dem African
So a man plait he hair and walk out like woman
And a woman, she put on an African dress
But raise she headtie and see that she hair still press
Now the dress is African identity
But the press hair is European mentality
If they call that consciousness, you let them know
That they still got a very long way to go.
To get a job, a man go through so much pain
But the first pay he gets, he goes and buy a chain
Now the chain 'round the neck of that Trinidadian
Reminds him of the days in the plantation
And a woman, she would take cash money in hand
Walk in a jewellery store and buy a slave band
If they call that consciousness, you let them know
They still have a very long way to go.
Respect your colour that is all good too
And it should be uphold anywhere you go
Adore your women, doh care what they be
Then and only then will other people respect she
I say, learn your history and spread it around
For knowing your history is what makes you strong
For you know that to be called an African
........ must be called a man
Then go out and find yourself a religion
A religion that is truly African
And another thing I see we need down here bad
Is an African Center in Trinidad
To learn a language like Vye[?] or like Swahili
So black people could converse independently
When these things are done, then I'll turn and say
That my people have really come a long way
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A Note From The Gull
Thank you, Black Stalin.
"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.
A visitor once approached me asking me 'bout my country
I was glad to let this guy know all about my Trinbago
Then it occurred to Mighty Abby how dread it is in this country
I caught him by surprise, he watched me with bulging eyes
He felt I was mad when I told him about Trinidad.
Hear me...
We have plenty car assembly
But we paying so much for a Mini
We have a Pitch Lake yet roads bad
Sweet, sweet, sour Trinidad.
He say your description is crazy for a country that's so wealthy
I say money ent no problem but is right here our problem stem
Man, you could ask anybody, they go give you the same old story
But then I did explain is a lot of high, old talk
My Trinidad just like sweet and sour pork.
We have Priority Bus Route
But few bus for the old and youth
Spending millions untold but the system still bad
Sweet, sweet, sour Trinidad.
What about them politicians and the role they play in your nation?
I say we have too much party, Panday and Shah, them two, they just can't agree
What about the ruling party? I say them fellas and dem, they too kicksy
They passing law in joke, that is why nothing doh work
Them fellahs who bad, we should run them from Trinidad.
This man heading the world health body
But yellow fever was raging in my country
The state of health cannot make you feel glad
Sweet, sweet, sour Trinidad.
He asked for recommendation - Who was a lasting solution?
I say we have to learn to plan from them people
Who does make this Carnival grand
From the mas camp men we learn production
From calypsonians their imagination
The steelband men and them will teach 'bout organising
And from you people, we will learn about discipline.
We had very good pilots galore
But they run and they fly off to Singapore
Housing in this county so bad
Sweet, sweet, sour Trinidad.
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! ..............................................................................................................................
"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.
Year after year I selling fish - Trinbagonians' favourite dish
I never thought that one day it would come to this
Me and All Rounder by this junction selling all kind of fish from the ocean
Is the first time mih client showing discrimination
All mih different fish sell out like hot pone
But this lil Cro Cro, all mih clients, them leave it alone.
Mih first buyer was Mister Robin Montano
He watch mih Cro Cro and steups with he mouth long-long-long so
Everybody know Cro Cro makes a lovely dish
Montano say Cro Cro is an excuse for a fish
Dana Seetahal, Israel Khan and Fuad Khan
Like they want to control mih fishing operation
'Cause all they want is the flat fish called Power
They buy out all, hook, line and sinker
And leave back the sweetist fish on mih stall.
They ent want no Cro Cro at all.
I sell out mih Ancho, I sell mih Bonito
I drop the price and all,
They ent want no Cro Cro at all.
What Cro Cro do them, I don't know, must be the way the fish does crow
'Cause when you catch it, it does sing you a calypso
All dem beti from UNC watching mih Cro Cro cuteye lately
They say plainly Cro Cro can't go in doubles and roti
Senator Wade Mark, all mih Cro Cro he leave back
He love to attack, so Wade Mark buy out all mih young shark.
Well, Patrick Manning at one time, he did love Cro Cro
Now he say Cro Cro mix with Aloes does purge you for so
Whole week he only buying Flying Fish alone
He plan to chook Bajan, Owen Arthur, with the Flying Fish bone
And quite from Barbados, Owen Arthur call
He say Flying Fish have Bajan passport, so he want back all
Morgan Job, order Pakro and Tobago Jack,
He love white fish, Cro Cro skin too black
He say our local fish bitter like gall,
So he ent want no Cro Cro at all.
I sell out mih Ancho, I sell mih Bonito
Cro Cro bone does chook hard although it small
So dey ent want no Cro Cro at all.
Joan Yuille-Williams' ministry, every year they does keep a party
They would serve Cro Cro and on the side a little curry
This year Joan give a whole soca boat engine to fisherman, Jazzy Pantin
So Jazzy could catch plenty Cro Cro, Carite and Dolphin
But Sat Maharaj turn blue, he want a chutney engine too
So he take an oath to harpoon Cro Cro with a racing boat.
Well, Mighty Sparrow beg me hard to grant him his wish
He say he want both a dem - Wabine and salt fish
Sparrow wanted 'bout five big-big Catfish also
But Gypsy, Abu Bakr and De Fosto buy out all hototo
Fitzgerald Hinds say he salary small, Manning does treat him mean
All he could afford is a quarter pound of fry dry and sardine
Kelvin Ramnath say he love curry stew
But only with Caroni river Cascadu
He say Cro Cro and curry bitter like gall
So he ent want no Cro Cro at all.
I sell out mih Ancho, I sell mih Bonito
I give them Cro Cro for lagniappe and all
They ent want no Cro Cro at all.
Sugar Aloes call me on mih cell, he order all the goldfish I could sell
Aloes even buy ten goldfish for Baron as well
Iwer George and Machel Montano calling, they say Cro Cro too hard to clean
They prefer to buy canal ---------, eel and wabine
In all dem inclusive fete, not a Cro Cro ent serve as yet
They serving their guests plenty fried chicken with plenty leg and breast.
Well, Sadiq Baksh say he must push he foot in everything, of course
He want a fish with plenty foot, so he buy an octopus
Keith Rowley plan to eat up Manning to be the next leader
So he order one set of Piranha and a big, long Barracuda
Some kaiso judges and all pass 'round by mih stall
They buy King fish, London fish, Protector fish - no Cro Cro at all
Downtown businessmen begin to wail
They doh want head, they want Cro Cro tail
But the court take 'way me and All Rounder scale and say Cro Cro not for sale.
I sell out mih Ancho, I sell mih Bonito
Toucan fish biting by Laventille Mall
But they ent want no Cro Cro at all.
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A Note From The Gull
Thank you, Mighty Chalkdust.
"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.
Dear Tobago, the land of my birth
Which foreigners don't know
I pass through Depression and starvation
To be where I am in my profession
So Tobago, I am thankful,
To you I wouldn't be ungrateful
I say, "Thanks, thanks, thanks."
I thank my mother, my school teacher
My neighbor, my brother and my sister
So you see, Tobago, I thank thee.
I thank the mother of Tobago
Tobago being recognised anywhere you go
I am sure you'll be more than glad
To know that the mother of Tobago is Trinidad
I thank Trinidad for its protection through 1970 Revolution
I say, "Thanks, thanks, thanks."
I thank Trinidad for my education
Making me Tobago's most recognised woman
So you see, Trinidad, I thank thee.
I am not forgetting San Fernando
For keeping my name four years Queen of Calypso
I am not forgetting Barataria
The place where I grew with my adopted mother
I can't forget my fans who support me in my profession
I say, "Thanks, thanks, thanks."
And to the Baptist religion who gave me so much wisdom
Glory be! I thank thee.
The prime minister, I cannot make absent
Who took me safely through Independence
And I cannot forget the Mighty Sparrow
He established my name through calypso
I thank all them musician who play my calypso on brass and pan
I say, "Thanks, thanks, thanks."
And to the nation ----------
For making me the Road March Queen
So you see, I thank thee.
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DON'T BRING YOUR PROBLEMS TO ME [I'M SORRY HONEY]
By Lord Brynner
I am sorry, honey, don't bring your problems to me
[I have my worries for myself, so take your own somewhere else]
Well, I think you take a six for a nine
Or maybe girl you can't see, you're blind
I think you take a six for a nine
Or maybe girl you can't see, you're blind.
We had a little romance, well, that is true,
Now hear the kind of things you want me to do
You talking 'bout financial situation
Like you think I'm the Aga Khan.
How your brother get in this accident
And you need some money to pay for treatment
You have a child without no father
And you want the Brynner to support her
But your brother should prepare for the rainy day
And why the hell you let your child father get away?
I am sorry, honey, don't bring your problems to me
I got mih worries for myself so take your own somewhere else
I am sorry, honey, don't bring your problems to me
I have mih worries for myself so take your own somewhere else.
Well, is one thing that you must understand,
I am no good Samaritan
Try Rockefeller Free Foundation
Or Henry Ford also give donation
Now how about the Salvation Army
Or Uncle Sam Social Security
So stop telling me 'bout the moon and stars above
And come on, leh we make love.
I don't want to know 'bout your brother get in this accident
And you need some money to pay for treatment
You have a child without no father
And it's poor little Brynner you want support her?
Now your brother should prepare for the rainy day
And why the hell you let your child father get away?
I am sorry, honey, don't bring your problems to me
I have mih worries for myself so take your own somewhere else
I am sorry, honey, don't bring your problems to me
I have mih worries for myself so take your own somewhere else.
I don't want to hear 'bout your house rent
Or your television installment
Now you need a new wig for your head
And you ain't finished paying for your new bed
I might really look like a millionaire
Maybe is the type of clothes that I does wear
Now, take a look at my bank statement
It's a dollar and twenty cents.
So how the hell you mean your brother get in this accident
And you need some money to pay for treatment?
You have a child without no father
And is the miser Brynner you want support her?
But yuh brother should prepare for the rainy day
And why the hell you let your child father get away?
I am sorry, honey, don't bring you're problems to me
I have mih worries for myself, so take your own somewhere else
I am sorry, honey, don't bring your problems to me
I have mih worries for myself so take your own somewhere else
I am sorry, honey, I am sorry, honey, I am sorry, honey....
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A Note From The Gull
Thank you .
"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.
Lord Invader:
Yes, my mother dead and my father disown me. What am I to do?
My mother died and my father disown me. What am I to do?
I am living in this world, I ain't got nobody
Not a brother, sister, nor cousin family
War and rebellion when I meet calypsonian
My intention is war!
Dictator, you insolent boobie, delirious mule
Audacious slum monger, you're out of rule
Your abnormal expressions worth no while hearing
Descend at once, Dictator, and stop your sneering
You gabilous squabbler, illiterate ape
Now you are in a terrible scrape, Dictator,
You resemble Manuel Gogo - a fowl thief from Tobago
My intention is war!
Mighty Dictator:
Now Lord Invader, why you pick on me?
Remember that I was near your family
Take it from me in calypso
Remember me once in San Fernando
Now believe I can give you the score
Remember, you were sleeping on the floor
I used to mash your head going to sleep on my bed
My intention is war!
Lord Invader:
Now calypso singing is such a technical thing
It was not made for one and every to sing
How by the heavens can this songster win?
Except by necromancy - that is a sin
My head is like a book that is well compact
My tongue like a gun that never yet snap
And I'm sorry for Dictator if he molest with Invader
My intention is war!
Mighty Dictator:
Now Lord Invader, fighting makes no sense
Why not say something of eloquence?
Talk about the boys playing the music
And with that, please do not do any trick
Remember that I am a Lord
And on the bass, we have Mr. Ford
The Duke Of Iron of calypso
The master playing the piano.
Lord Invader:
Now Dictator, I want to prove you're a calypsonian
To sing this verse I give you satisfaction
Here the gentleman there, he's sitting up there
Sitting there, without any fear
Rhyme a verse extemporaneously
As to prove your singing ability
And if you give me satisfaction
You're known as the champion
My intention is war!
Mighty Dictator:
To sing on the gentleman, I'll take the chance
He's my friend, his name is Lawrence
He's a very great guitar player
And you can take this tip from the Dictator
On him I have to make no attack
He is sitting there all dressed in black
And I'll tell you why, he's a chap
He's wearing a red tie
My intention is war!
Lord Invader:
I think we goin' out...
Now, Mighty Dictator, put your hands in mine
That verse that you sung is well superfine
You know that I know you in Trinidad
And you are king in singing calypso ballad.
Mighty Dictator:
Now Invader, you too are really great
And my statement no one can adjudicate
Put your hand in mine
Let our friendship remain sublime.
Lord Invader & Mighty Dictator:
War, war, war, war, war...
La da day, la da doy
La da day, la da day, la da doy.
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.
Wake up in the morning, first thing on your mind is money, money
And later in the evening same thing on your mind - money, money
Everybody want plenty money
Plenty money don't come so easy, oh no
Money funny, money funny, money funny, oh yeah, money funny.
Johnny playing Lotto to move from the ghetto
Johnny lost his money, landlord win the lottery
Money funny, money funny, money funny, money funny
They tell me that money always follow money
Why nobody money don't follow my money?
Money funny, money funny, money funny, money funny.
The most popular word spoken everyday is money, money
What most people ask for whenever they pray - money, money
Everybody want plenty money
Plenty money don't come so easy, oh no
Money funny, money funny, money funny, yeah-yeah, money funny.
They say man does sell soul to buy diamond and gold
If you hear me sell soul, is some kind of crepe sole
Money funny, money funny, yeah-yeah-yeah money funny, money funny.
When you take Satan gold and he come for your soul
Dead people don't need gold, stuff it in your nose hole
Money funny, money funny, yeah-yeah-yeah, money funny, money funny.
Wake up in the midnight, one thing on your mind - money, money
Everything could be alright but it's hard to find money, money
Everybody want plenty money
By plenty money don't come so easy, oh no
Money funny, money funny, money funny, yeah-yeah, money funny.
A man made a robbery, he buried the money
But while he was digging, somebody was peeping, yeah
Money funny, money funny, money funny, money funny.
The man who was peeping, someone caught him sleeping
The time he was sleeping, he should have been peeping
Money funny, money funny, oh yeah, money funny, money funny.
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, Shadow.
"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.
Can you hear a distant drum bouncing on the laughter of a melody? [yeah, yeah]
And does the rhythm tell you, come, come, come, come?
Does your spirit do a dance to this symphony? [yeah, yeah]
Does it tell you that your heart is afire? [oh yeah]
And does it tell you that your pain is a liar? [oh yeah]
Does it wash away all your unlovely?
Well, are you ready for a brand new discovery?
Calypso, calypso oho, calypso music [yeah yeah]
Calypso, calypso oho, calypso husic
Singing wo yeah yeah, wo yeah yeah, wo yeah calypso
Singing wo yeah yeah, wo yeah yeah, wo yeah calypso
Ah say that I am the seed of the Growling Tiger now
I got to sing, wo yeah yeah, wo yeah yeah, wo yeah calypso.
It is a living vibration rooted deep within my Caribbean belly
Lyrics to make a politician cringe or turn a woman's body into jelly [shake it up, shake it up]
It is a sweet soca music, calypso
You coulda never refuse it, calypso
It make you shake like a Shango now, calypso
Why it is you shaking, you don't know - that's calypso!
Calypso, calypso oho, Calypso Music (yeah yeah)
Calypso, calypso oho, Calypso Music
Singing wo yeah yeah, wo yeah yeah, wo yeah calypso
Singing wo yeah yeah, wo yeah yeah, wo yeah calypso
Ah say that I am the seed, am the seed of Atilla now, I'm like a Hun
I got to sing, wo yeah yeah, wo yeah yeah, wo yeah calypso.
I can still hear Lion roar through Greenwich village
While Executor kills them dead at the Ribbon Blue
Lord Invader conquers Berlin, but their hearts this time,
And Lord Kitchener making old London feel so new, Beginner and Terror too
Fitzroy Coleman fingers dancing on the fret [dancing on the fret]
And when you think that he through, he ent start nothing yet [ent start nothing yet]
Carnegie Hall graced by the presence of Sparrow, oh ho ho
And when Slinger done with dey tail, hear them shouting
"Don't go! Sparrow, don't go!"
Why?
Calypso, calypso oho, calypso music [yeah yeah]
Calypso, calypso oho, calypso music
Singing wo yeah yeah, wo yeah yeah, wo yeah calypso
Singing wo yeah yeah, wo yeah yeah, wo yeah calypso
Ah say that I am the seed, am the seed of the Spoiler now,
I wanna fall, wo yeah yeah, wo yeah yeah, wo yeah calypso
I want to rise, I want to rise!
From the time the first bamboo cut and we drag it down from up in the St. Ann's Hills
From the day the first chantuelle lead the band, the real jamming start that day
And we jamming still, still
Creating rhythm dat could be deadly like Headley
Only this time is the lyric and the melody wey sending they soul to the boundary
From the bongo drum to de roll of de tassa
Well, ever since Europe come and she make massa bassa
We jamming it!
Calypso, calypso oho, calypso music (yeah yeah)
Calypso, calypso oho, calypso music
Singing wo yeah yeah, wo yeah yeah, wo yeah calypso
Singing wo yeah yeah, wo yeah yeah, wo yeah calypso
Singing wo yeah yeah, wo yeah yeah, wo yeah calypso
Singing wo yeah yeah, wo yeah yeah, wo yeah calypso
We gonna sing it in a London [wo yeah yeah, wo yeah yeah, wo yeah calypso]
we gonna sing it in America, yeah [wo yeah yeah, wo yeah yeah, wo yeah calypso]
We gonna sing it in Africa, calypso [wo yeah yeah, wo yeah yeah, wo yeah calypso]
We gonna sing it in Europe, now, calypso [wo yeah yeah, wo yeah yeah, wo yeah calypso]
We gonna sing it up America, yea, calypso now, now [wo yeah yeah, wo yeah yeah, wo yeah calypso]
We gonna sing de calypso [wo yeah yeah, wo yeah yeah, wo yeah calypso]
C-A L-Y-P-S-O [wo yeah yeah, wo yeah yeah, wo yeah calypso]
C-A L-Y-P-S-O [wo yeah yeah, wo yeah yeah, wo yeah calypso]
C-A L-Y-P-S-O [wo yeah yeah, wo yeah yeah, wo yeah calypso].....
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, David Rudder.
"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.
David Rudder, accompanied by Jeremy Ledbetter, performs a pop-up concert at the Trinidad and Tobago piano, Yonge & Eglinton, Toronto.
"As lead partner of the TORONTO 2015 Pan American / Parapan American Games, CIBC proudly support the Play Me, I'm Yours art installation: 41 pianos, representing the countries participating in the TORONTO 2015 Games, adorned street corners until the end of July.
The pop-up concert took place on July 25, 2012, at the Trinidad & Tobago piano, located at Yonge & Eglinton in Toronto, Ontario." SOURCE
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! .............................................................................................................................. "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.
Only last week Sookie tell me, she will follow me to B.G.,
Now ah set back and ah ready, hear de nonsense Sukie tell me:
"Ey, you must consult Mooma and then consult Poopa."
[Come leh we go, Sookie, come leh we go!] "If you encourage them, they may tell you, 'Aha'"
[Come leh we go, Sookie, come leh we go!] "King Fighter, ah love you, ah wouldn't tell no lie"
[Come leh we go, Sookie, come leh we go!] "But me Daddy go vex and me Nani go cry."
[Come leh we go, Sookie, come leh we go!]
Now ah reach home to she father, he bring a peerah and tell me, "Baithana"
Then he rein back as if he worried, "Oh mih Lardo!' Sookie shouting.
"Ey, you must consult Mooma and then consult Poopa."
[Come leh we go, Sookie, come leh we go!] "If you encourage them, they may tell you, 'Aha'"
[Come leh we go, Sookie, come leh we go!] "King Fighter, ah love you, ah wouldn't tell no lie"
[Come leh we go, Sookie, come leh we go!] "But me Daddy go vex and me Nani go cry."
[Come leh we go, Sookie, come leh we go!]
Now he pull out revolver, then he ask me "What's the matter?"
Look, I take off like a donkey, even a jet plane couldn't stop me.
"Ey, you must consult Mooma and then consult Poopa."
[Come leh we go, Sookie, come leh we go!] "If you encourage them, they may tell you, 'Aha'"
[Come leh we go, Sookie, come leh we go!] "King Fighter, ah love you, ah wouldn't tell no lie"
[Come leh we go, Sookie, come leh we go!] "But me Daddy go vex and me Nani go cry."
[Come leh we go, Sookie, come leh we go!]
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, King Fighter.
"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.
You get up one morning, your elders have something
You don't know how they get it but you want to use it
But if you ask dem old people, to get their thing, what they went through
Ask them this any day and them elders sure to say.
Black man got to keep on jamming for black man to get a little something
Make up yuh mind to work ten times harder to get something because of your colour
Black man got to keep on jamming for black man to get a little something
People rob you, humiliate you, turn 'round and whip you, and then they free you
Black man got to keep on jamming for black man to get a little something
So when you hear you get yuh little something, with a hawk eye, friends, look yuh marking
Because you done know already, black man doh get nothing easy.
You get up one morning and oil money running
How it come, you don't know, yuh doh care how the thing go
But if you read about Uriah, you go find out 'bout the pressure
How they catch so much old hell to get a penny from TLL.
Black man got to keep on jamming for black man to get a little something
You got to take up your own cash money, pay people for your own refinery
Black man got to keep on jamming for black man to get a little something
Make up yuh mind to be a magician to make money out of scrap iron
Back man got to keep on jamming for black man to get a little something
So when you hear you get yuh little something, with a dragon eye yuh keep marking
Because I done tell yuh already, black man doh get nothing easy.
You get up one morning, Independence happening
You think the thing come easy, you start taking liberty
But if you know 'bout petition we had to send to England
For some woman to tell we, we in this colony free.
Black man got to keep on jamming for black man to get a little something
You got to go to conference in London to get Independence in yuh own land
Black man got to keep on jamming for black man to get a little something
People enslave you, and then they whip you, turn 'round and sell you, and then they free you
Black man got to keep on jamming for black man to get a little something
So when you hear you get a little something, with a dragon eye you keep marking
Because you done know this already, black man doh get nothing easy.
So when a black man have something, he got to start thinking
To get it ent easy, he got to practice economy
From getting licks from the slave master to become the landowner
Is a terrible journey ------ with plenty brutality.
Black man got to keep on jamming for black man to get a little something
You got to make up yuh mind that you able to get up early and jam with the Devil
Black man got to keep on jamming for black man to get a little something
You got to make up yuh mind that yuh ready to swim ---- and rock your boat steady
Black man got to keep on jamming for black man to get a little something
So when you hear you get yuh little something, with a hawk eye you better keep watching
Because I done tell yuh already, black man doh get nothing easy.
Black man got to keep on jamming for black man to get a little something
You got to go to conference in England to get Independence in yuh own land
Black man got to keep on jamming for black man to get a little something
Make up yuh mind, brother, that you able to get up early and fight down the Devil
Black man got to keep on jamming for black man to get a little something
People rob you, humiliate you, turn 'round and beat you, turn 'round and lash
Black man got to keep on jamming for black man to get a little something
You got to stand up, you got to fight...
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, Black Stalin.
"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.
When postmen see things that they don't like, they either go slow or strike
And when some people hate the government, they leave for a next continent
And when some people cannot get employment - G.C.E. boys scrunting on the pavement
For that, some of you might curse and get vex too, but listen to what I does do:
When things ent right, I does feel uptight
I does feel to curse, sometimes I does feel to fight
But every man in life today will show anger in his own way
So Panday will walk out from the House and Robbie will say, "No justice, you louse!"
When I'm vex, well, I cannot go and cuff Eric in his eye
So instead, I does simply cry, "Juba Doo Bai!"
You see why I cry, ["Juba, Juba Doo Bai!"]?
There are many ills in this country that make most of us angry
Like when government close George the Fifth Park, or T&TEC leave us in the dark
And when the police up to Gonzales went and put poor people things on the pavement
And City Council getting the Drag Brothers vexed, a madman and all will get vex.
That can't be right, you must feel uptight
You might feel to fight, or shoot someone on sight
But not me, I does think before I ever go and break the law
So when Basil Pitt lost his seat and yet they made him Minister complete
I'd like to tell Basil to try and kiss my upper thigh
But I does cool down and cry, ["Juba Doo Bai!"]
You see why I cry, ["Juba, Juba Doo Bai!"]?
Oh, citizens are out in the rain, they have nowhere to complain
They have no cash to file an injunction, they haven't an Ombudsman
And that is why some boys became guerrillas, or turn to mutiny like them soldiers
Or use violence and end up being charged, or cuss the judge like Ramesh Maharaj - Not me!
I try to win doing my own thing,
I used to 'fraid Karl but now I 'fraid Selwyn
So when they ban "Tourist Leggo", no road march for that calypso
I must get vex with CDC for they destroying Caribbean unity
I'd like to take the CDC to Shadow to buss up dey toe
But I 'fraid Shadow dig out their eye, so, ["Juba Doo Bai!"]
You see why I cry, ["Juba, Juba Doo Bai!"]?
Juba Doo Bai is there for a stand against human oppression
It's a cry against foreign domination, we want a free land without corruption
That's why I am vexed when from the Treasury here, a hundred thousand dollars disappear
And Selwyn holding people like he mad, while the real thieves in his backyard.
Selwyn, wey you do? I vex till I blue.
You mean you can't see that the Doc using you?
The people you should hold and try, to them you turning a blind eye
Hold the police officer who they say was working right here for the CIA
Since you half blind, next time we meet, I'll say, "Selwyn, you cokey eye."
But my friends, I am too shy, so, ["Juba Doo Bai!"]
That's the meaning of ["Juba, Juba Doo Bai!"]
So my friends, whenever you hear that cry ["Juba, Juba Doo Bai!"]
That's to pull them folks from their places high ["Juba, Juba Doo Bai!"]
To eradicate them European ties ["Juba, Juba Doo Bai!"]
To protect and defend our rights, I cry, ["Juba, Juba Doo Bai!"]
Mister, take off that old British tie, ["Juba, Juba Doo Bai!"]
When I want to curse in my own style, ["Juba, Juba Doo Bai!"]
No four letter words for me, not this guy! ["Juba, Juba Doo Bai!"]
Tubal Uriah Butler, wherever you lie, ["Juba, Juba Doo Bai!"]
To your memory I dedicate this cry, ["Juba, Juba Doo Bai!"]
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, Mighty Chalkdust. JubaDoo Bai!
"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.
WE GO COME BACK GOOD AS EVER Performed by Denyse Plummer, Gypsy and The Mighty Trini
Today we'll sing of freedom, today we laugh again
We saw it through, we still together
Let's build it back and say...
Well, we're here to stay, we ent going nowhere
We in this thing together
We go build back town, we go come around
We go come back good as ever
We go come back good as ever.
Say goodbye to memories, it's time to start anew
We're holding on, standing strong, we will make it through
Since the dust has settled, our vision is now clear
Let's take a stand, rebuild our land
Let's show how much we care.
Well, we're here to stay, we ent going nowhere
We in this thing together
We go build back town, we go come around
We go come back good as ever
We go come back good as ever.
Come on children, [Leh we go down the road]
Come on children [Leh we shoulder the load]
We going to prove to the world that we are strong [Leh we go down the road]
We going to build back our land from off the ground [Leh we shoulder the load]
I say to come on children, [Leh we go down the road]
I say to come on children, [Leh we shoulder the load]
This is the time that we prove to the whole wide world [Leh we go down the road]
That the best of this story has not been told [Leh we shoulder the load]
Come on children, [Leh we go down the road]
I say to come on children, [Leh we shoulder the load]
If I help you and you help me, [Leh we go down the road]
We'll build back our blessed country [Leh we shoulder the load]
Come back good as ever, come back good as ever.
Well, we're here to stay, we ent going nowhere
We in this thing together
We go build back town, we go come around
We go come back good as ever
We go come back good as ever.
Well, we're here to stay, we ent going nowhere
We in this thing together
We go build back town, we go come around
We go come back good as ever
We go come back good as ever.
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, Denyse Plummer, Gypsy and Mighty Trini.
"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.
They say I 'fraid to come back to mih country, I can't sing
All kind of thing they tell Mister Straker, I'm an old time king
Yes, I agree with that accusation, it is true
I'm an old timer, Kitch an old timer, Sparrow old timer too.
Calypso is an art, it's alive
And the best men will always survive
So forget jealousy and doh worry with me
Sparrow learn from Lord Melody.
Where is singers like Duke and Blakie - sum it up
The Mighty Bomber, Composer and Supie - check it up
Over ten years these people performing with regret
Duke was a failure, Blakie and Bomber ent make a LP yet.
Calypso is an art, it's alive
And the best men will always survive
So forget jealousy and doh worry with me
Sparrow learn from Lord Melody.
I want to pay a compliment to Chalkdust, if I may
The greatest thing among young calypsonians of today
Every year you could bank on Chalkie, this is true
Being a teacher is not the answer - Chalkie is gifted too.
Calypso is an art, it's alive
And the best men will always survive
So forget jealousy and doh worry with me
Sparrow learn from Lord Melody.
In the history of good calypsonians, let me state
As good as they was, is only the chosen that was great
Talent, you cannot buy it with money, it's a gift,
If you doubt me, just check the history, there is no buts or no ifs.
Calypso is an art, it's alive
And the best men will always survive
So forget jealousy and doh worry with me
Sparrow learn from Lord Melody.
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 Melody.
"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.
POOR BUT AMBITIOUS (TOO PROUD TO BEG)
By Wilmoth Houdini
Too proud to beg, too honest to steal
Employers please listen to my appeal
Too proud to beg, too honest to steal
Employers please listen to my appeal
Night and day I'm walking the streets
Nothing to eat and nowhere to sleep
So kindhearted employers, my case is up to you
Give me something to do.
I'm not asking for social equality
To rank with the rich in their company
To drive around New York in their motor cars
Or go to their penthouses, and smoke their cigars
All I want is a job with a decent wage
To exist now and provide for old age
So kindhearted employers, my case is up to you
Give me something to do.
From the day when I'd begun to sing
My mother told me I'd be a king.
She spoke to me confidentially
Saying, "The older you get, the better you'll be. And when you sing your lavina song It will cause trials and a sensation."
So kindhearted employers, my case is up to you
Give me something to do.
The reason why l'm appealing to you
I've got a wife, four children and a mother too.
They reside in the West Indies
And are depending on me financially
Friends, many days I feel I can die
I feel like committing suicide
So kindhearted employers, my case is up to you
Give me something to do.
I'm not the crooner, Rudy Vallee
Or the songbird, Mr. Bing Crosby
People, I want you to understand
I am not Guy Lombardo nor Paul Whiteman
This is plain Papa Houdini
The calypso king of the West Indies
And every man was born to be free
And to be happy from suppression and misery.
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, Wilmoth Houdini.
"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.
I hear they sprinkling powder over one another in Moscow and Washington
Then making accusation, causing more tension with the Kremlin and Pentagon
They looking for military secrets so when war break out they could deal with it
Neutron weapons, the Star Wars system
And then they have thermonuclear weaponry, lord, to destroy humanity
Still fighting for world domination.
Espionage at work, sabotage like dirt - Spy dust, spy dust
Yankee can't take at all the Russian chemical - Spy dust, spy dust
All is fair in war but this causing cancer - Spy dust, spy dust
The embassy in Moscow, half the staff does glow from spy dust.
Computers, files and blueprints, the Russian government
Want to land in they hand
While the KGB is creeping, CIA ent sleeping,
They have spy spying on spy
In the night time when the Yankee spy dem does shine
Like the stars up in the skies
Luminative like they radioactive
The way it's made, once you get a sprinkling,
You could bathe, you still twinkling
So the Russian government know all where you went.
Espionage at work, sabotage like dirt - Is spy dust, spy dust
Yankee can't take at all the Russian chemical - Spy dust, spy dust
All is fair in war but this could cause cancer - Spy dust, spy dust
The embassy in Moscow, half the staff does glow from spy dust.
The head of intelligence over Germany's defense,
Oh my, really hung them high
Another one they capture - US navy officer, Walker, a master spy
The Soviets have the same problem so they set
Just to monitor all dem who roam freely with immunity
Ambassadors, counsel generals, professors, janitors and all
With the spy dust mark they glowing in the dark.
Espionage at work, sabotage like dirt - Spy dust, spy dust
Yankee can't take at all the Russian chemical - Spy dust, spy dust
All is fair in war but this could cause cancer - Spy dust, spy dust
The embassy in Moscow, half the staff does glow from spy dust.
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, Sparrow.
"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.
Dem man and dem so lazy dey doh want to wuk
Dem man and dem so lazy dey doh want to wuk
Dey only want to sit down in de hammock and rock
Dey only want to sit down in de hammock and rock
Dem man and dem so lazy dey doh want to wuk
Dem man and dem so lazy dey doh want to wuk.
I tell you to clean to clean de yard and cut up de grass
I tell you to clean de yard...
I tell you to clean to clean de yard and cut up de grass
You say you could do it but you cyah hold a cutlass.
Dem man and dem so lazy dey doh want to wuk
Dem man and dem so lazy dey doh want to wuk
Dey only want to sit down in de hammock and rock
Dey only want to sit down in de hammock and rock
Dem man and dem so lazy dey doh want to wuk
Dem man and dem so lazy dey doh want to wuk.
Twice for de week you going with friends in de river
Twice for de week
Twice for de river you going with friends in de river
But I have to stay home an' wuk out mih liver.
Dem man and dem so lazy dey doh want to wuk
Dem man and dem so lazy dey doh want to wuk
Dey only want to sit down in de hammock and rock
Dey only want to sit down in de hammock and rock
Dem man and dem so lazy dey doh want to wuk
Dem man and dem so lazy dey doh want to wuk.
If I ask you to take me out you does refuse
If I ask you to take me out
If I ask you to take me out you does refuse
When I start to get on you always have an excuse.
Dem man and dem so lazy dey doh want to wuk
Dem man and dem so lazy dey doh want to wuk
Dey only want to sit down in de hammock and rock
Dey only want to sit down in de hammock and rock
Dem man and dem so lazy dey doh want to wuk
Dem man and dem so lazy dey doh want to wuk.
If I step out, I have to reach back before six
If I step out
If I step out, I have to reach back before six
If I only talk is plenty, plenty licks.
Dem man and dem so lazy dey doh want to wuk
Dem man and dem so lazy dey doh want to wuk
Dey only want to sit down in de hammock and rock
Dey only want to sit down in de hammock and rock
Dem man and dem so lazy dey doh want to wuk
Dem man and dem so lazy dey doh want to wuk
Dem man and dem so lazy dey doh want to wuk
Dem man and dem so lazy dey doh want to wuk.
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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Thank you, Rasika Dindial.
"Rasika Dindial born on the 8th October in the district of Caroni. Her father is the veteran classical singer, Basdeo' Lappo' Dindial and her brother the popular Jairam Dindial. Rasika, like all singers who grew up in homes dominated by Indian songs and music began her career quite early and over the years has grown to become the Queen or Rani of Chutney in Trinidad and by extension The World.
Rasika's name today is household when it comes to classical and chutney songs-no one can forget her mega hits lazyman, ratiya poosoor, goomai chalay and the monster hit Dr. Sampath." SOURCE
"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.
I am sorry, so sorry, that they had to leave we
I am sorry, so sorry, that they had to leave we
That is why we had Federation, so we could unite as one
But since this silly referendum now we have no Federation.
Believe me...
Although they leave and gone, some Jamaicans does mourn
Poor Mister Norman Manley, forget silly Bustamante,
Let the Doctor carry on.
Doctor Williams is a giant 'cause he promise to remain silent
He said he wouldn't talk about Federation, not until after the election
But what would happen now to Jamaica when their main export is banana?
They have no silver, no gold, I think they better come back and join the fold.
Believe me...
But since they leave and gone, some Jamaicans does mourn
Poor Mister Norman Manley, forget silly Bustamante,
Let the Doctor carry on.
Home and abroad, the West Indians were very glad
When they heard about Federation from Jamaica to Trinidad
But since this old referendum game, true West Indians burning with shame
So confused, don't know what to do, so we summon the Doctor to the rescue.
Just believe me...
Although they leave and gone, some Jamaicans does mourn
Poor Mister Norman Manley, forget silly Bustamante,
The Doctor will carry on.
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.
Lord, Please walk beside me through this day. Clear the heavy air with the lightness of Your Presence. Guide my hands and steady my heart that I may give comfort when I cannot give hope, that I may give relief when I do not have a cure, and that I may radiate Your healing peace when the limits of science, time, and the human body overwhelm us all. Amen
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Sáncte Míchael Archángele, defénde nos in proélio, cóntra nequítiam et insídias diáboli ésto præsídium. Ímperet ílli Déus, súpplices deprecámur: tuque, prínceps milítiæ cæléstis, Sátanam aliósque spíritus malígnos, qui ad perditiónem animárum pervagántur in múndo, divína virtúte, in inférnum detrúde. Ámen