Human rights is basic, good lord, may no man be denied it
You, Mister lawmaker, take this song to be a reminder
You got to check out your conscience, can't you see I am human
And it's a basic right to defend my rights?
Sing the song now:
Stretch forth your hands unto the land positive, my people
Make no mistake, for justice sake, let it be
I tell you, lord, freedom to live, freedom to love
Pink, yellow, black or white, ----- is human rights
This human right question, race and colour irrelevant
Yes, my native accent - insufficient grounds for contempt
Lord, if that's the criteria, I would say, very unfair
The emphasis must be on justice.
Yes, I insist:
Stretch forth your hands unto the land positive, my people
Make no mistake, for Jah Jah sake, let it be
I tell you, lord, freedom to live, freedom to love
Pink, yellow, black or white, good lord, is human rights.
When discussing human, nationality unimportant
All your material assets is completely out of context
Don't you know, you are -------, flesh and blood is the real thing
And the right to live must be respected.
Sing now, children:
Stretch forth your hands unto the land positive, my people
Make no mistake, for justice sake, let it be
I tell you, lord, freedom to live, freedom to love
Please recognise the heights I'm on human rights.
Yes, everyone of us very sensitive and conscious
And in justice absence, tyranny has full influence
People, I am appealing, please regard your own feeling
I'm sincerely yours for this common cause.
Help me sing now:
Stretch forth your hands unto the land positive, my people
Make no mistake, for the children sake, let it be
I tell you, lord, freedom to learn, freedom to earn
Pink, yellow, black or white, good lord, is human rights.
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, Brother Mudada.
"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.
[Forward ever, backward never]
And that will always be my motto as I struggle on
[Never give up] No, no, no, you can't stop
Don't allow frustration to take away your determination
[Got to carry on.]
[Forward ever, backward never]
On your way traveling, your brother drowning, you must save him
[Life is a battle] -----------------
Any kind of weather must be a pleasure, you sailing on
['Cause you can't go wrong.]
[Forward ever, backward never]
Yes, you are a soldier you can't surrender, is a lifetime war
Ask for wisdom, knowledge, understanding
Don't forget to mention a little patience, that's your weapon
[And you're bound to win] All right!
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, Brother Mudada.
"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.
Yes, 'Gouti in the woods, 'Gouti in mih yard
We have male and female 'Gouti in Trinidad
'Gouti in the woods, 'Gouti in mih yard
We have male and female 'Gouti in Trinidad.
When a 'Gouti is running to hide
He shove his head in a hole, leave his body outside
Talk 'bout 'Gouti in making accusations
About certain calypsonians
I ain't no angel, so you don't need glasses to see
If I am a 'Gouti, they never catch me.
Are you the Panther? Not, not me.
Are you the Tiger No, not me.
Are you Attila? No, not me.
Your name is Lord Pretender? Yes, that's me!
Yes, they got some female 'Gouti at large
Their real hiding hole is Carenage
Susie, she head the list
And with Sam, she is the mistress
Black-mouth Norma and St. James Pearl
They are the best 'Gouti in the world
They can tour Martinique, France or Italy
No one can beat them in playing 'Gouti.
Is your name Elsie? No, not me.
Are you Dorothy? No, not me.
Are you Milly? No, not me.
Well, your name is Susie? Yes, that's me!
Yes, they got some 'Gouti in Port of Spain
I am ashamed, but I must call some of their name
Their features looking innocent
You can find some around the calypso tent
They so brass face, shameless and bold
They shove their head in any kind of hole
To accuse them, you'll never give that a thought
And when you catch them, they will tell you, "Well caught!"
Are you the Terror? No, not me
Are you ----------? No, not me.
Are you Beginner? No, not me.
Your name is Lord Kitchener? Yes, that's me!
Are you Alfred? No, not me.
Are you Wilfred? No, not me.
Are you Dondred? No, not me.
Your name is George dead? That's me!
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 Invader.
"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.
There was a competition in America
With Houdini and Destroyer
Destroyer sang "Adolf Hitler"
And yet they said that Houdini was the winner.
What he won with? - Sly Mongoose, all together!
Only dog know your name, sing the chorus!
Sly Mongoose, everybody, only dog know your name
Yes, Mongoose went into the white man kitchen
Took up one of his fattest chickens
Push it in his waistcoat pocket, sly Mongoose.
So he then challenge the Growler
And the Growler sang a hot number
Growler told the Houdini
He's gonna win him with this melody,
What it was?
“Old lady, you’re mashing my toe,”
“Old lady, stop it isn’t...”
And yet he won him with - Sly Mongoose, everybody!
Only dog know your name, sing it Macbeth!
Sly Mongoose, only dog know your name
Yes, Mongoose went into the white man kitchen
Took up one of his fattest chickens
Push it in his waistcoat pocket, sly Mongoose.
So as I’m the Lord Invader,
I said, “I can’t lose my name in America.”
I entered the competition,
And I sang a hot composition.
What it was?
“Prisoner leve | Prisoner arise
“Mete limier bai... | Put a light on...
And yet he won me with - Sly Mongoose, everybody!
Only dog know your name, Duke of Iron!
Sly Mongoose, only dog know your name
Yes, Mongoose went into the white man kitchen
Took up one of his fattest chickens
Push it in his waistcoat pocket, sly Mongoose...
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 Invader.
"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.
Yes, is very simple, I can answer your question
Why so many West Indians coming to Britain
It very simple, I can answer your question
Why so many West Indians going to Britain.
We have some Europeans in the Western Hemisphere
Went for one year and have great-grandchildren over there
But since they congest all our island
That's why we moving to Great Britain
So, in as much as they could take over everywhere
Ent nothing wrong with us going over there
They can do what they like and say what they please
But there's no place like the West Indies.
Now, how we welcome foreigners, no use to ask
To them we never use no sarcastic remarks
To receive them with open arms, our mind is always bent
They share our homes and our employment.
In the sugar plantation and refineries
Foreigners controlling the West Indies
But when a West Indian go to Great Britain
He go to study or the better his position.
So, in as much as they could take over everywhere
Ent nothing wrong with us going over there
They could do what they like, say what they please
But there's no place like the West Indies.
Now tax your memory and remember
Rum, sugar and banana from Jamaica
Some of the product of Trinidad, if you don't know -
Textile, petrol and calypso
St. Vincent, St. Lucia and Grenada
Has their own product to supply the world over
The best of rum and sweet potatoes
Come from the island of Barbados.
In as much as they could take over everywhere
Ent nothing wrong with us going over there
They can do what they like, say what they please
But there's no place like the West Indies.
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 Invader.
"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 taking all my children [I am going back home to Africa, Theresa]
I will take good care of them [I am going back home to Africa, Theresa]
Darling, I am very sorry [I am going back home to Africa, Theresa]
I cannot take you with me. [I am going back home to Africa, Theresa]
I have an introduction letter [I am going back home to Africa, Theresa]
From the Gold Coast Commissioner [I am going back home to Africa, Theresa]
My first stop is Nigeria [I am going back home to Africa, Theresa]
A warm welcome for Invader. [I am going back home to Africa, Theresa]
Then I'll go to Kenya [I am going back home to Africa, Theresa]
And Abyssinia [I am going back home to Africa, Theresa]
I want to see Haile Selassie [I am going back home to Africa, Theresa]
To speak to him personally. [I am going back home to Africa, Theresa]
I am going to South Africa too [I am going back home to Africa, Theresa]
To see what they said is true [I am going back home to Africa, Theresa]
Doh matter that I am a West Indian [I am going back home to Africa, Theresa]
My forefathers is African. [I am going back home to Africa, Theresa]
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 Invader.
"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.
REPRESENT (REMIX)
Performed by Machel Montano and Freetown
Woh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, one love is the anthem!
Let me see your hand dem, hand dem, hand dem. Wey!
Let me see your hand dem!
I have love for the whole wide world with you at the center
You are the master key,
If love is by my side, then who can deny me?
I keep climbing higher, higher.
We going down the road, hands in the air
People everywhere, love and unity is here
It's that time of year where we don't care
It don't matter where you're from
Put your flag in the air and represent, represent
Just one love, just one love
Just one love, just one love
And represent, represent
Just one love, just one love
Just one love, just one love.
My people, do you listen? Tell me, do you hear?
What is your position for the people? Do you care? Yeah.
When you tell me that you represent
I really want to see some evidence
In Freetown this is evident
So bring it from your soul.
Woh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, one love is the anthem
Let me see your hand dem. Wey!
Woh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, one love is the anthem
Let me see your hand dem. Wey!
'Cause this is Carnival where we come alive
Oh no, we never fight, we gonna dance all night
So just wave your flag, make it touch the sky
We nah go stop tonight so let me see your hands.
Let me see your hand dem, hand dem, hand dem. Wey!
Let me see your hand dem!
I have love for the whole wide world with you at the center
You are the master key
If love is by my side, then who can deny me?
I keep climbing higher, higher.
So represent, represent
Just one love, just one love
Just one love, just one love
And represent, represent
Just one love, just one love
Just one love, just one love.
Woh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, one love is the anthem
Let me see your hand dem. Wey!
Woh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, one love is the anthem
Let me see your hand dem, Wey!
We coming on a mission and we don't really care
One live in distribution and we have some more to spare. Yeah
And we live like this here every day
We do it in love and we don't delay
Love like this we must relay
It fill your heart and soul.
Woh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, one love is the anthem
Let me see your hand dem. Wey!
Woh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, one love is the anthem
Let me see your hand dem, Wey!
'Cause this is Carnival where we come alive
Oh no we never fight, we gonna dance all night
So just wave your flag, make it touch the sky
We nah go stop tonight so let me see your hands...
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, Machel Montano and Freetown. I usually bypass Carnival music but I found that this remix is special because of the message coming out of the collaboration between Freetown and Machel Montano. In their performances, Muhammad Muwakil and Lou Lyons of Freetown Collective, always appear as rainy season after drought. And they are not the only ones in the homeland who are living proof of the bounty and resilience of Creation. Regeneration emerges from the heart of dead wood and rubble and more are coming to prove that we will survive ourselves. I have hope.
"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.
Climbing up a mountain, high above the sea
I find myself approaching a hive of killer bee
Climbing up a mountain, high above the sea
I find myself disturbing a hive of killer bee
They bite me on mih chin, bite me on mih hand
The noise that they making, it sound like steelband
Because of mih love for music, I refused to run
But the bees were not sympathetic, they sting me for fun.
[Vvung vvung, killer bee bite me!
Dem killer bee sting me! Dem killer bee dread!]
[Vvung vvung] oh gorm [killer bee jook me!] [oh-oh]
[Dem killer bee jook me] ah-ah [all over mih head!]
Well, ah feeling the pain but ah getting a vibe in mih brain
Mammayo, ah start to dance, ah start to prance,
Because the buzzing of the bee form this beautiful melody -
[Oooh oooh oooh oooh...]
[Vvuh-vvung vvuh-vvung.....]
You see [the bees' melody!]
Stand up in the bushes, leaning on a tree,
Watching all the bruises the bees put on me,
I say "This is tragic! Is it wrong or right, For the sake of music, to take all this bite?"
Well, this was my problem, should I stay or go?
Something tell me, leave them, Something tell me, no
Well, I finally decided I'm going to remain
The bees must be say I stupid, they lash me again.
[Vvung vvung, killer bee bite me!]
[Dem killer bee sting me! Dem killer bee dread!]
[Vvung vvung] oh gorm [killer bee jook me!] no more
[Dem killer bee jook me] too hard [all over mih head!]
Well, ah feeling the pain but ah getting a vibe in mih brain
Mammayo, ah start to dance, ah start to prance,
Because the buzzing of the bee form this beautiful melody -
[Oooh oooh oooh oooh...]
[Vvuh-vvung vvuh-vvung.....]
Surely [the bees' melody!]
I decide I leaving, things getting too tough.
The way mih luck is going, I think I had enough
As I getting ready to clear out the place,
Up came the queen bee, buzzing round mih face.
She start vuhvuhneering, music in she wing.
Suddenly she flew in and give me a sting.
Before I could bawl out, "Oh gorm, like is dead ah dead!"
The whole of the bee hive just swarm and ravage mih head.
[Vvung vvung, killer bee bite me!]
Dem killer bee sting me! Dem killer bee dread!]
[Vvung vvung] ah-ah [killer bee jook me!] too much
[Dem killer bee jook me] oh gorm [all over mih head!]
Well, ah feeling the pain but ah getting a vibe in mih brain
Mammayo, ah start to dance, ah start to prance,
Because the buzzing of the bee form this beautiful melody -
[Oooh oooh oooh oooh....]
[Vvuh-vvung vvuh-vvung.....]
Surely [the bees' 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 Kitchener. Pure genius.
"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.
Mih great-great-grandmother, Mistress Rubble
Teach me proverbs and put me in trouble [I wouldn't lie]
Mih great-great-grandmother, Madam Rubble
Teach me proverbs and get me in trouble
She say, "How you make your bed, so you lie."
And "You never miss the water 'til well run dry."
The proverb that really trap me, my friend
Is when she told me that, "The longest rope have an end."
So the next day, I went by mih partner, Pope
I look on the ground, see a piece of rope
I pull the rope 'til mih hand get corn
Well, I never see rope long so since I born
But coming to the end when I raise mih head
I had to take off and bawl out, "Oh gorm, I dead!"
The proverb she taught me was so awful
Because the next end of the rope was a big pitbull.
Oh mih lord-o! I wanna fall! Sing it out, girls!
Mih great-great-grandmother does call me stupid
Dotish, ignorant and too insipid
She say none of she other great-great-grandchildren
Never give she horrors, heartache and problem
She say, "More you live is the more you learn."
And, "If you play with fire, you will get burn."
Mih great-great-grandmother then said to me
Bomber, darling, "The best things in life are free."
So I hire a truck and went down by Courts
Looking for the best things of every sort
I pick up a computer, well, how you mean?
Radio, video, stereo, TV, washing machine
And when the store manager confronted me
I say, "Partners, the best things in life are free."
But they call the police and lock up mih tail
And they give me some free years in the Royal Jail.
Oh mih lord-o! I wanna fall! Sing it out, girls!
Mih great-great-grandmother, she so demanding
She have wisdom, knowledge and understanding
But all of dem proverbs wey she does teach me
Is just like adding fire to fury
She told me to practice the things she preach
And never hang mih hat wey granny can't reach
Mih great-great-grandmother told me, have faith
Because "Good things does come to those who wait."
So I make a date with a nice woman
For half past eight, to meet me by Strand
I wait, I wait, then I start to grind
Because half past eight reach to half past nine
When she and she sweet man walk up to me
She say, "Bomber, my dear, I am so sorry."
She man pull out a bullpistle, tell me, "Run fast!"
After waiting so long, I get a good cut arse.
Oh mih lord-o! I wanna fall! Sing it out, girls!
Mih great-great-grandmother so miserable
She always have a disadvantage on people
She say everybody does treat she funny
And all they want to get from she is she money
She say, "Before you walk, you have to creep."
And always remember "Goat doh make sheep."
And poor people in this world today to survive
You have to "Play dead to catch corbeau alive."
So the next day, I went down on the La Basse
Playing dead to catch corbeaux when they pass
They say, "What you sow, is that you does reap."
I play dead too long so I fall asleep
Is then I feel a burning below mih waist
With six corbeaux staring me in mih face
They search mih pocket, take out everything
And they playing tug-o-war with my ding-a-ling.
Encore #1
Mih great-great-grandmother is a psychic
She does do clairvoyance and black magic
She have a chronic dose of schizophobia
She told me that the road to success is obeah
She say, "All wey jump in the sea is shark."
And "A chop in water never leave mark."
Mih great-great-grandmother told me that night
"All wey happen in the darkness must come to light."
So the next night, I check on mih wife, Susan
She was in the dark with another man
I say, if all my gangan told me is right
I bound to see wey going on in dey tonight
So I put on every light inside of the house
To see what was going on with my spouse
The both of them steups, take off the light and gone
So up to now I ent see if I getting horn. Encore #2
Mih great-great-grandmother, she does tell me
Not to sing no encore for anybody
But if I have to sing encore for mih audience
Just make sure that it enhance my performance
She say more you sing, the more they go call
And "The higher you climb, is harder you fall."
So "Who have cocoa in sun, could look out for rain."
But if you call me, I ent coming back again.
Encore #3
Mih great-great-grandmother is a lady
She does always say, "No ifs, no buts, no maybe."
But to tell you the truth, I am so glad to know
That you appreciate the Bomber calypso
So let us give the band a round of applause
And to come back back again is left to yours
When I tell you the truth, you go say is shame
If you call me, I NOT coming back again!
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 Bomber. Visitors who enjoyed this song may also check the song, "Parables" by the Mighty 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.
Big fat Cristabelle up at Morvant
Head to toe, she big all over
Big fat Cristabelle up at Morvant
From head to toe, she big all over
Yes, from the time I spot she, I haunted
I make a rush and we got acquainted
Fix up a date to meet at eight thirty
The big and obzocky girl mamaguy me.
"Touch me light, don't make me cry."
How you call that? Mamaguy!
"Tickle me again, I mean I feeling shy."
Yes, how you call that? Mamaguy!
Oh, I didn't know I was begging for trouble
To she, I was just a neat little parcel
But in the end, I had to surrender
She like a whale and I was Jonah.
After we linger for a moment
I get vex so I playing ignorant,
"Tell me Cristabelle, the recipe Wey you eat to develop your body?"
So, she decide to tell me in secret
O lord, I faint when I get it
You know mih pardner --------- wey does feed she
Popsicle pies and giant salami.
"Touch me light, don't make me cry."
How you call that? Mamaguy!
"Tickle me again, I mean I feeling shy."
Yes, how you call that? Mamaguy!
Oh, I didn't know I was begging for trouble
To she, I was just a neat little parcel
But in the end, I had to surrender
She like a whale and I like Jonah.
That girl, Cristabelle, if you see she
With she mouth as big as a chimney
And she so boldface as to tell me,
"Touch me light, your hand really heavy."
Yes, all this time I grinding like camel
My blood run cold but I making the move still
If I talk the truth, you go doubt it
The Bomber land in a serious wind pocket.
"Touch me light, don't make me cry."
How you call that? Mamaguy!
"Tickle me again, I mean I feeling shy."
Yes, how you call that? Mamaguy!
Oh, I didn't know I was begging for trouble
To she, I was just a neat little parcel
But in the end, I had to surrender
She like a whale and I like Jonah.
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 Bomber.
"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.
Eleven years the Mystic study
What cause depression in humanity
Relax, friend, be patient with me
While we explore the problems in society
You see, every man was born with a soul
Body and soul separates with that bell toll
Meanwhile, there is a key in every human
How he can appreciate his fellow man.
Everything that you see was originally
Created by somebody
And everyone who create lack something
Whereby he wants to be appreciate
Not so much dollars and cent, just a little compliment
Would make the human so, so happy
Now when we don't appreciate one another, my friend
We breed an evil society.
If there is no appreciation
We will produce a mad, mad generation
----------------- born with a complex
Sometime you happy and sometimes we vex
A young man wanted to see love in every human
But love is a divine force he didn't understand
So one day he take off to the animal zoo
Just to prove animals have more love that me and you.
Now this man meditate until he was depreciate
All he can see, it's a world filled with hate
In his imagination, this was appreciation
Whereby he choose to feed lion
But in his mind he was unsound so the lion knock him down
So sad, no help was around
To have this human life saved
He never got the love he craved
That's the day the zoo became his grave.
Many think marriage is a game
Husband and wife living but with guilt and shame
Solomon say ravish your woman
Paul even wrote of the body of woman and man
Yet husbands refuse to love their wife
Night and day only bacchanal and strife
Some end in divorce, some in mental shock
When marriages like these ending on the rocks.
A woman, my brother, is very tender in nature
Most sweet and feminine
You see God create her as the female queen
She need plenty love and caressing
I read a case recently where a man give plenty to his wife materially
But failed to give attention, love and appreciation
Now she in the arms of another man.
------------ by society
They are arrested and charged, sometimes found guilty
But let us observe reality
Because of crime, men living in luxury
Police, magistrate, lawyers -----------
All because of Satan these man earning big salary
Now I'll show you why you cannot hate
Even the criminals ------ truly appreciate.
Now in religion, they preach as hard as they can
Against the Devil, Lucifer and Satan
But because of Lucifer, these same high time preacher
Own big house, land and motor car
But they smart - when they preach fear of the Devil,
They get your life miserable
You run to church, you still uncomfortable
For religion fail ---------------------
Up to now we don't know who create Satan.
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, Mystic Prowler.
"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 outlining a simple plan
How every woman could tie up dey man
I am outlining a simple plan
How every woman could tie up dey man
A man like to feel big although he small
A midget does want to feel ten feet tall
So you could keep him under your heel
Just let him feel how he want to feel.
A man like to feel he is a big wheel
Big in every way
And he like to feel that he girlfriend feel
He greater than Cassius Clay
But I feel that when bad feelings step in
Man does feel like Hell
A man doh mind he girl make him feel how he look
But doh make him feel how he smell.
Man like to feel that he superior
And feel woman should feel they are inferior
He feel he should talk things he ent know 'bout
And feel very hurt if you buss he mouth
So when he feel to lie and feel he fooling you,
Let him feel that you feel what he say is true
Always let him feel he is your ideal
And anything he feel, let the damn fool feel.
Ugly man does feel that he beautiful
When pretty girl is near
And always does feel other people feel
They will make such a lovely pair
He will never feel that the woman nice
And she should feel like a queen
Instead he feel he in Paradise
And feel she is a wabine.
He feel that he possess so much charm,
Women must feel to be in he arm
This time the woman feel he is a clown
But he feel to feel they running him down
On payday he feel like a millionaire
And feel he should be living in St. Clair
Or feel to sleep out, so he gone all about and spree
And feel the wife can't feel for no one but he.
Some of them old but they feel they young,
This I must reveal
Some of them weak but they feel they strong,
This is how they feel
But if they want to feel silly
Do not object, just play it cool
You know you dealing with a stupidee feeling
That is felt by a a foolish fool.
I wanna fall! Ha-ha hay!
If every woman could see with me
She man and she must live in harmony
He give you clothes, give you house and meal
So wey the hell you care how he feel?
If you feel your man must always be near
Let him have the feeling that you ent care
If he run around the girls and lose all he zeal
Tell him you have a sweet man and see how he feel.
A man like to feel woman is he slave
He feel he is boss
He ent know that he digging he own grave
Better change he course
This feeling man get for fooling woman
And does make him feel like a champ
He ent know that the woman get a nasty feeling 'bout he
And think he's a scamp!
How yuh feeling? Ha-ha!
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 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.
Captain! There's a traitor on board! Examine the horns!
According to the education you get when you small,
You will grow up with true ambition and respect from one and all.
But in my days in school, they teach me like a fool
The things they teach me, I should be a block-headed mule.
And wey dey teach yuh?
They tell mih, Pussy has finished his work long ago
And now he resting and ting
Solomon a Gundy was born on a Monday,
The ass in the lion skin
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod sail off in a wooden sloop
The 'gouti lose he tail and the alligator fighting
To make monkey-liver soup
And Dan is the man in the van.
Wipsee, Mama!
The poems and the lessons they write and send from England
Impress me they were trying to cultivate comedians
Comic books made more sense,
You know it is fictitious without pretense.
Cutteridge wanted to keep us in ignorance.
Tell me if this ent chupidness:
Humpty-Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty-Dumpty did fall
Goosey, Goosey Gander, where shall I wander?
Ding, dong, dell, pussy in the well
R-I-K-K-I T-I-K-K-I Ah T-Ah-V
Ah Rikki, Tikki, Tikki-Tikki, Tavi
Dan is the man in the van.
Wipsee Mama! Yep!
I say, Cutteridge was plenty times more advanced than them scientist,
I ent believe that no one man could write so much stupidness.
Aeroplanes didn't come so soon, scientists used to make the grade in balloon.
Cutteridge make a cow jump over the moon.
And then he tell them, Tom, Tom, the Piper's son, tief a pig and away he run
Once there was a woman who lived in a shoe,
She had so many children, she didn't know what to do
Hickory, Dickory, Dock, the mouse ran up the clock
The lion and the mouse, a woman pushing a cow
To eat grass on top of a house
Mama, Dan, is the man in the van.
Ayeeee! Wipsee, Mama!
How I happen to get some education, my friends, me ent know
All they teach me is about Brer Rabbit and Rumpelstiltskin-o
They wanted to keep me down indeed, they try their best, but didn't succeed
You see, mih head was duncee and up to now I can't read.
Who cares about, Peter, Peter was a pumpkin eater
Some little, little people tie Gulliver
When I was sick and lay a-bed, I had two pillow at my head
The goose lay the golden egg
The spider catch a fly
Morocoy with wings flapping in the sky
They beat me like a dog to learn that in school,
If mih head was bright, I woulda be a damn fool.
With Dan is the man in the van.
Can a pig dance a jig for a fig?
Twirly and Twisty were two screws.
Mister Mike goes to school on a bike.
Dan is the man in the van
Dan is the man in the van
Ey! Dan is the man in the van.
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 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.
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.
Like the ladies universally made a vow
Making up and painting up is all the fashion now
Like the ladies universally made a vow
Making up and painting up is all the fashion now
They are dying their hair and bleaching their face
They are building hips and reducing waist
It is difficult to say as you go along your way
To tell the old from the young today
Nobody want to get old at all
The old age pension may be too small
Nobody want to get old at all.
A woman is so beautiful with plenty hair
But now they shaving it and cutting it here and there
They don't like their eyelashes for they cuts them small
They are painting up their fingers and their toes and all
They have the different colour wigs to suit each head
And they takes them off at night when they going to bed
Some will say is curious, the faces now are dangerous
The complexions are numerous.
Nobody want to get old at all
I see them all 'round the dancing hall
Nobody want to get old at all.
It is true this modern makeup, you can plainly see
That old women got this comeback opportunity
They are hiding up their wrinkles and their grey hair too
They are polishing their eyebrows and they're looking new
The young and old are painting up, goodness knows
And you can hardly tell the difference when you see them pose
This modern age is full of strife with this kind of makeup life
It is hell now to find a wife.
Nobody want to get old at all
Seems like Peter will pay for Paul
Nobody want to get old at all.
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.
Big animal sports up at the Savannah, they invited Bomber
Animal sports up at the Savannah, they invited Bomber
So many events was on the program, I say, "Today is jam session."
But is one thing I can't forget, records tumble and big upset.
Because Donkey beat them in throwing the javelin, two hundred point nine
But when it come to big time cycling, Hog leave them behind
In pole vault and sprinting, Horse beat them by far
But Dog is a giant, he make them look small pulling tug o' war.
The Grandstand pack up with big time officials wearing their initials
R-A-T, A-N-T and F-L-Y, them was rating high
Fowl and Cockroach get in bacchanal and Cockroach injury prove fatal
Bachac police surround the place and they charge the Fowl with a murder case.
Just because Donkey beat them in throwing the discus, but that wasn't all
When it came to Devil take the Hindmost, Cat make them look small
In long, broad and high jumping, Donkey was the star
Still Dog was the giant, he make them look small pulling tug o' war.
If you hear the noise them animal making, like the whole world shaking
Mule and Donkey start to kick one another, Jackass bawling, "Murder!"
Fly start heckling a hairy Spider, calling him "long leg" and "body snatcher"
Corbeau say, "They playing too rough. I don't get involved in such rotten stuff."
Just because Donkey beat them so bad in pole vaulting, if you see the pole!
Spider took a chance in match sprinting, foot break in a hole
In hop, skip and jumping, Crapaud was the star
Still Dog was the giant, he make them look small pulling tug o' war.
When the time was ripe for prize distribution, if you hear confusion
Goat decide to protest the meeting, so Sheep started bleating
Goat was the MC for the evening, and Sheep, the chief judge presiding
So the MC jump up and say, "Dog is the champion athlete today!"
Just because Donkey beat them in throwing the javelin, two hundred point nine
But when it come to big time cycling, Hog leave them behind
In pole vault and sprinting, Horse beat them by far
But Dog remain the giant, he make them look small pulling tug o' war.
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 Bomber.
"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 sky party was given deliberately
To kill cat, birds' biggest enemy
All the birds in the town, they all agree
Lend him some feathers, let him fly to the journey
But when they reach to a certain height
Poor cat nearly faint with fright
Corbeau say, "I ent want no row. Cat, we want the thing that we lend you now!"
Meow!!
Cat say, "I ent think you acting fair."
Fowl say, "It ent me invite you here."
Goose and duck start to laugh, "Quack-quack-quack!"
"We want all we feathers back!"
Parrot start to talk in parable
Making cat feel more miserable
"Some people really give me the headache They like to give but to receive, they cannot take."
Cat say, "If is me you mean, Mister Parrot, you ent got to rub it in."
Parrot say, "I done talk mih thing, And who the cap fit, they could draw the string."
Meow!!
Cat say, "I ent think you acting fair."
Fowl say, "It ent me invite you here."
Goose and duck start to laugh, "Quack-quack-quack!"
"We want all we feathers back!"
Bluebird vex and talking in a rage,
"Cat will attack you even when you in your cage If you fly 'round a house for piece of bread Cat waiting like a shark to snatch your head, He eat we young and he suck we egg No use he grumble, no use he beg. We go make him an example And give him a taste of his own medicine."
Meow!!!
Cat say, "I ent think you acting fair."
Fowl say, "It ent me invite you here."
Goose and duck start to laugh, "Quack-quack-quack!"
"We want all we feathers back!"
Doctor bird say, "Is my sweet ambition To pass sentence on cat, that hooligan. We fool you with a bogus sky party You didn't know that this was your destiny. Gimme them feathers immediately And is up to you with your return journey You could jump if you is expert But remember you is ten thousand miles from earth!"
Meow!!!
Cat say, "I ent think you acting fair."
Fowl say, "It ent me invite you here."
Goose and duck start to laugh, "Quack-quack-quack!"
"We want all we feathers back!"
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 Kitchener.
"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 tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just;
that his justice cannot sleep forever."
So we have arrived, Mister Jones, at a time when what people have sown, all of us, we have to reap." --Reverend Louis Farrakhan
January 20, 2016
"In an exclusive interview, Alex Jones and the Hon. Minister Louis Farrakhan bulldoze the hollow barriers of race and religion and create a dialogue to merge the divide which prevents an ultimate path to truth.
If we exacerbate the separation of humanity, we allow the globalists’ tactic of divide & conquer to defeat us all.
The time has come to look beyond our petty differences and strengthen the fight for freedom in this exceedingly authoritarian nation." SOURCE
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
Source
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
