And sometimes you feeling, alright like, it have to be all in my head? This can't be for real? I actually living here, boy? That's why...
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, I wanna know
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, I wanna know
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, I wanna know
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, I wanna know.
Listen... I hear a lot of bad things every day
It's like they never have a good thing to say
But if you want to change the world outside
You go to have a little Freetown inside.
Some say that I'm crazy, I'm losing my mind
There's no other way to save me, works every time....
And I'll be outside trying to paint my new sky red [red]
I paint it blue [blue], I paint it green or any colour that makes me feel high
I don't belong here, no, so I won't belong here
I'll be gone before you count, before you count [one, two, one, two, three, four]
I'll be outside trying to paint my new sky red [red]
I paint it blue [blue], I paint it green or any colour that makes me feel high
I don't belong here, no, so I won't belong here
I'll be gone before you count, before you count [one two, one, two, three, four.]
The world is changing every day
There will be a whole lot of hell to pay
So I've got to find my hiding place
To maintain my smiling face.
So when you standing all alone and the world is passing by
If you feel like there's no hope
And there's water in your eyes
I just want you to know you're not alone.
I'll be outside trying to paint my new sky red [red]
I paint it blue [blue], I paint it green or any colour that makes me feel high
I don't belong here, no, so I won't belong here
I'll be gone before you count, before you count [one, two, one, two, three, four]
I'll be outside trying to paint my new sky red [red]
I paint it blue [blue], I paint it green or any colour that makes me feel high
I don't belong here, no, so I won't belong here
I'll be gone before you count, before you count [one, two, one, two, three, four.]
Ever feel like that? 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, Freetown Collective.
"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.
Some humans ain't human, some people ain't kind
You open up their hearts and here's what you'll find
A few frozen pizzas, some ice cubes with hair
A broken popsicle, you don't want to go there.
Some humans ain't human though they walk like we do
They live and they breathe just to turn the old screw
They screw you when you're sleeping, they try to screw you blind
Some humans ain't human, some people ain't kind.
You might go to church and sit down in a pew
Those humans who ain't human are sitting right next to you
They talk about your family, they talk about your clothes
When they don't know their own a--- from their own elbows.
Jealousy and stupidity don't equal harmony
Jealousy and stupidity don't equal harmony.
Did you ever notice when you're feeling really good
There's always a pigeon that'll come s--- on your hood
Or you're feeling your freedom and the world's off your back
When that hotshot from Texas starts his own war in Iraq.
Some humans ain't human, some people ain't kind
They lie through their teeth with their head up their behind
You open up their hearts and here's what you'll find
Some humans ain't human, some people ain't kind.
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, John Prime.
"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.
RING THEM BELLS
Composed by Bob Dylan
Performed by Sarah Jarosz
Ring them bells, ye heathen, from the city that dreams
Ring them bells from the sanctuaries 'cross the valleys and streams
For they're deep and they're wide and the world is on its side
And time is running backwards and so is the bride.
Ring them bells, Saint Peter, where the four winds blow
Ring them bells with an iron hand so the people will know
For it's rush hour now on the wheel and the plough
And the sun is going down upon the sacred cow.
Ring them bells, sweet Martha, for the poor man's son
Ring them bells so the world will know that our God is one
For the shepherd is asleep where the willows weep
And the mountains are filled with lost sheep.
Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf
Ring them bells for all of us who are left
Ring them bells for the chosen few
Who will judge the many when the game is through
Ring them bells for the time that flies
For the child that cries when the innocence dies.
Ring them bells, Saint Catherine, from the top of the room
Ring them from the fortress for the lilies that bloom
For the lines are long and the fighting is strong
And they're breaking down the distance between right and wrong.
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, Bob Dylan and Sarah Jarosz.
"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.
Man made the jet planes fly,
To rain man bombs from way up high
No man can run, no man can hide
From what man have done.
Man drinks the mighty rivers dry,
To bring man cities electric light
No man can run, no man can hide
From what man have done
Man made the stock exchange,
To give the rich a little more pocket change
No man can run, no man can hide,
From what man have done.
See what this world has become since Adam and Evie - we've run out of Eden,
How much more of a man can deserve to stand before the story's done
When Judgment comes, where man's gonna run, ruh-run, ruh-run, ruh-run?
Man sends his boys to war and never tell them boys what they're fighting for
No man can run, no man can hide from what man have done.
Man puts man in chains,
Man make plenty money from another man's pain
No man can run, no man can hide from what man have done
No man can run, no man can hide from what man have done.
Sing it ladies...
Ain't no running from the, ain't no running from the, ain't no running from the pain.
Ain't no running from the, ain't no running from the, ain't no running from the pain.
Ain't no running from the, ain't no running from the, ain't no running from the pain.
Ain't no running from the, ain't no running from the, ain't no running from the pain.
Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are often transcribed directly from performances. Although it is my intention to faithfully transcribe I do not get all the words and I have a knack for hearing the wrong thing. Please feel free to correct me or to fill in the words that I miss by dropping me a message via e-mail. I'd be forever grateful. Thanks in advance!
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A Note From The Gull
Thank you, Noora Noor. I first encountered this lament in the poem, "Lines written in early Spring" by William Wordsworth. The poem was written in April 1798 and is as relevant now as it was then.
Lines Written in Early Spring
By William Wordsworth [1770 - 1850]
I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
To her fair works did nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.
Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And ‘tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
The birds around me hopped and played:
Their thoughts I cannot measure,
But the least motion which they made,
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.
If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature’s holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?
"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.
If I said I was sorry, would you forget the things I've done?
I don't know why I even worry; I don't believe in anyone.
'Cause in my sleep I'm still running from the demons and the ghosts
That in the night I hear coming, they're coming back for what I stole
'Cause I am a killing man, I am, I am a killing man.
Now some believe in the devil, but who are they to know?
How dare they give a face to evil when they're the ones loving the show?
They don't know that I am a killing man, I am, yes, I am,
Just another man, doing what is said and told
Just like you, my friend, we all sell our souls
Please don't make it hard when I come around for you,
It's not personal, it's just what I do,
'Cause I am a killing man, I am, yes, I am a killing man.
There will be a moment in time when I find the strength to take a stand
And I will look into my stone cold eyes and I will kill the killing man
Yes, I will kill this killing man.
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, Jack Savoretti.
"We will also change what we do abroad. Many experts, including professionals in our intelligence and security services have pointed to the connections between wars our government has supported or fought in other countries, such as Libya, and terrorism here at home.
That assessment in no way reduces the guilt of those who attack our children. Those terrorists will forever be reviled and implacably held to account for their actions.
But an informed understanding of the causes of terrorism is an essential part of an effective response that will protect the security of our people, that fights rather than fuels terrorism.
Protecting this country requires us to be both strong against terrorism and strong against the causes of terrorism. The blame is with the terrorists, but if we are to protect our people we must be honest about what threatens our security."
Coro
Leile le-le le le-le
leilé le-le mi amor | my love
Leile le-le le le-le
leilé le-le por Díos. | for God
I
Angelito del cielo
de algodón tu piel menuda
Valerie belleza muda
hilos de oro tu pelo.
Little angel from heaven, your delicate cotton skin Valerie, silent beauty, golden threads your hair.
II
Boquita flor de coral
Chiquitica mi criatura
rojita fruta madura
alma pura del palomar.
Tiny flower of coral, little one, my child The rosiness of ripe fruit, the pure soul of the dove.
III
Cajoncito que te cuida
cual cajita musical
muñequita melodiosa
baila en tu jardín floral
Music box that holds you Melodious little doll dancing in your floral garden.
IV
La primera de la fila
Nena ilumina el camino
De tu hermano y de tus primos
Sé tú la que los vigila.
The first in line, baby illuminates the path of your brother and your cousins I know you the one that watches over them.
V
Estrellita de mi noche
Cocuyo que más titila
Hoy mi canto a ti te hila
De mi manto tu eres el broche
Star of my night, flickering firefly Today my song for you declares that you are the clasp on my cloak.
VI
Hoy canto pa ti princesa
Y lo hago a todo pulmón
Tu fuiste la ispiración
Y mi voz pa ti no cesa.
I sing today for you, princess, and I do it with full force You were the inspiration and my voice will be unceasing for you.
Le-le le-le li la le-le
Leilé le-le mi amor
Leilé li la li-la le-le
Leilé le-le por Díos.
Angelito del cielo
Leilé le-le mi amor
Detras ----- bullerengue
Leilé le-le por Díos.
Little angel from heaven
------------------------ bullerengue.
Lyrics source with my translation.
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Thank you, Orito Cantora and all the drummers and chorus members. The names of the dancers are not supplied. They are really gorgeous with their untainted beauty and unassuming gracefulness. Trinbagonians will understand why in spirit, everything about this takes me swiftly home.
According to Wikipedia, "Bullerengue is a musical style and dance from the Caribbean Region of Colombia and the Darién Province in Panama. It is a cumbia-based style traditionally sung exclusively by women. Some famous bullerengue singers are Petrona Martinez, Irene Martinez, Emilia Herrera, Estefanía Caycedo, Etelvina Maldonado, and Ceferina Banquez. In recent decades, Petrona Martínez and Totó la Momposina have increased Bullerengue's international popularity and success, having been nominees for the Latin Grammy Award for Best Folk Album." Source
I feel my heart turning, turning towards my African, Iberian and Amerindian ancestors. My spirit cannot help but dance.
"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.
Darling, I found out long time ago
That you don't love me, not anymore
But I'll keep on loving you just the same
Oh, I, oh, I, I won't cry.
I won't cry, I won't shed a tear,
I'll keep on loving you year after year,
Even though you left me
Oh, I, oh, I, I won't cry.
Sometimes I'm worried over you [worried over you]
At times I don't know what to do
Darling, you give me heartaches and pain
And thought of you out with another man.
I won't cry, I won't shed a tear
I'll keep on loving you year after year
Even though you left me
Oh, I, oh, I, I won't cry.
Sometimes I'm worried over you, yeh, yeah
Sometimes I'm worried over you [worried over you]
At times, I don't know what to do
Darling, you give me heartache and pain
And thought of you out with another man.
I won't cry, I won't shed a tear
I'll keep on loving you year after year
Even though you left me
Oh, I, oh, I, I won't cry.
Oh, I, oh, I, oh, I, oh, I, I won't cry
Oh, I, I wont cry
Darling, please.
Oh, I, oh, I, I won't cry.
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, Ronnie Davis. Sing forever and joyfully in Zion.
"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.
Two scrub fowl crying out, looking for Guwalilna
the calls like woman crying, looking for Murrurnawu
the cries returning his mind to the jungles at Mutlwutjna.
Ga namba Guwalilna,
ga namba Warradika,
ga namba Yumayna.
Oh the old man cries, from the drink
oh dad Kamba-Djunadjuna, home Mayan-naraka bright in his mind
oh my two mums, beloved mums, hold Ruypu Milinditj
oh my two mums, beloved mums, cry for the sacred spring Burarrapu
Lyrics source and translation.
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Thank you, Geoffrey Gurrumul Yunupingu, for this beautiful song inspired by your love for your people and homeland.
This song is not out of character. All of Geoffrey Gurrumul Yunupingu's songs are consistently rich and soothing and come from a place of sincerity, of deep reflection and awareness.
"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.
Recession, over population,
Political exploitation, repression of conversation
Mental delusion, moral dissipation,
Material illusion, cultural and racial segregation.
Oh, Mister World, have pity on poor man
Try and behold his life of frustration
Get to understand, a hungry man is an angry man
Social revolution is the only solution for this civilization.
The helpless exist under duress
In the fight for wealth and success, the jobless in utter distress
In a world like this, there is no forgiveness
Mostly greediness, selfishness, injustice and craziness.
Oh, Mister World, have pity on poor man
Try and behold his life of frustration
Get to understand, a hungry man is an angry man
Social revolution is the only solution for this civilization.
Detainment, unlawful arraignment,
Argument and disagreement, accident and disappointment
Crime and punishment, violent excitement
Sums up discontentment, detriment to guilty and innocent.
Oh, Mister World, have mercy on poor man
Try and behold his tears of frustration
Get to understand, a hungry man is an angry man
Social reconstruction is the only salvation for the new generation.
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, Natasha Wilson. Pondering the imponderable. Some of us live with the hope that before we leave this life, we will answer at least one of the big questions, even if only to our own satisfaction. In the mean time, we do whatever we can to sow and grow kindness and to ward off despair by holding high and triumphantly the glad tidings that good does persist.
"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.
This land, [this land] this land I love so dear
This land, [this land] mih navel string bury here
I see because we money gone low, everybody packing to go
Long, long line in the embassy from the Savannah to Caroni.
But not me, [not me] watch and see
I am going to stay and help to rebuild daily
Not to rob and kill but use whatever little skill that I possess
All who want to desert, desert but I pledge to stay under oath
To always do my endeavour for Trinidad and Tobago forever
And ever and ever and ever and ever.
This land, [this land] this land is a sacred trust
This land, [this land] - a legacy for us
I never thought I would see the day educated people running away
Lying on the the country like Mahabir to get legal status in Canada.
No sir, [no sir] ----- much too far
I am going to stay and help to rebuild daily
Not to rob and kill but use whatever little skill that I possess
All who want to desert, desert but I pledge to stay under oath
To always do my endeavour for Trinidad and Tobago forever
And ever and ever and ever and ever.
I am going to stay and help to rebuild daily
Not to rob and kill but use whatever little skill that I possess
All who want to desert, desert but I pledge to stay under oath
To always do my endeavour for Trinidad and Tobago forever
And ever and ever and ever and ever.
This land, [this land] oh, this blessed plot on earth!
This land, [this land] has had its share of pain and hurt
Whatever problems are there about, we could all try to work it out
Not as soon as a pressure hit, pack up and run like a Jack Rabbit.
I'll never quit, no, not a bit
I am going to stay and help to rebuild daily
Not to rob and kill but use whatever little skill that I possess
All who want to desert, desert but I pledge to stay under oath
To always do my endeavour for Trinidad and Tobago forever
And ever and ever and ever and 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, Natasha Wilson. I agree completely and believe that our country has lost many of its assets, including the human variety, to other destinations. You are now based in New York, proving that there are many worthy and irresistible pull factors that remove many Trinbagonians, often permanently, from the country that they may continue to love forever and ever and ever and ever and ever. This is a beautiful and moving song, delivered with Natasha Wilson's warmth and inimitable sweetness. It leaves me appreciating even more than I usually do, the countrymen who stand by our homeland through thick and thin.
"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.
Sed diabolus in invidia sua istud irrisit
Qua nullum opus dei intactum dimisit.
But the Devil, in his envy laughed at them
As such no work of God has remained unspoilt.
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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.
I'm caught in a struggle in a world of energy
Moving too fast for me, no one could set me free.
When I call out for a helper, I cannot hear an answer
Every inch of every human is in the same position.
I was born just like you, I did not even know
The question is, "Why was I born just to die?"
I don't want to grow old, to be feeble and cold
But I'm trapped like an ape, I just cannot escape.
I'm locked in a dungeon in the midst of evolution
Just cannot find the key to escape destiny
It's there in existence, clean out of existence
Some place beyond the sun where everything is one.
I was born just like you, I did not even know
The question is, "Why was I born just to die?"
I don't want to grow old, to be feeble and cold
But I'm trapped like an ape, I just cannot escape.
I stand like an oak tree, don't ever know my destiny
I fight for survival not knowing my rival
When I awake in the morning keep hoping and praying
For just a little piece of peace, perfect peace.
I was born just like you, I did not even know
The question is, "Why was I born just to die?"
I don't want to grow old, to be feeble and cold
But I'm trapped like an ape, I just cannot escape.
I said, I'm caught up in a struggle in a world of energy
Moving too fast for me, no one to set me free.
And when I call out for a helper, I cannot hear an answer
Every inch of every human is in the same position.
I was born just like you, I did not even know
The question is, "Why was I born just to die?"
I don't want to grow old, to be feeble and cold
But I'm trapped like an ape, I just cannot escape.
Chant...
I was born just like you, I did not even know
The question is, "Why was I born just to die?"
I don't want to grow old, to be feeble and cold
But I'm trapped like an ape, I just cannot escape.
Chant...
I was born just like you, I did not even know
The question is, "Why was I born just to die?"
I don't want to grow old, to be feeble and cold
But I'm trapped like an ape, I just cannot escape.
I'm caught in a struggle in a world of energy
Moving too fast for me, I've got no one to set me free.
And when I call out for a helper, I cannot hear an answer
Every inch of every human is in the same position.
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! .
"And when I call out for a helper, I cannot hear an answer
Every inch of every human is in the same position."
"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.
She may be weary, women do get weary
Wearing that same old, shabby dress
When she gets weary, try a little tenderness.
She may be waiting, just anticipating
Things she may never possess
While she's without them, try a little tenderness.
It's not just sentimental,
She has her grief and her care
The voice that is soft and gentle makes it so easy to bear.
You won't regret it, women don't forget it
Love is their whole happiness
And it's all so easy, try a little tenderness,
It's not just sentimental,
She has her grief and her care
The voice that is soft and gentle makes it so easy to bear.
You won't regret it, women don't forget it
Love is their whole happiness
And it's all so easy, try a little tenderness,
Try a little tenderness,
Try a little tenderness.
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, Mighty Sparrow for this heartfelt rendition of "Try a Little Tenderness" which was written by Jimmy Campbell, Reg Connelly and Harry M. Woods. It was first recorded on December 8, 1932, by the Ray Noble Orchestra with vocals by Val Rosing. Source. Since then many performers have shown their appreciation by publishing their various interpretations.
Everyone in this life - men, women, children, all can be blessed by tenderness, even when we won't or cannot admit to our need and even when we sometimes throw that tenderness back in the faces of those who offer it to us. Everyone in this life - men, women, children, all can bless others with tenderness. I do believe that very often the reward of the giver is even greater than the joy of the recipient. Until your turn comes around, do your part and keep it going around. Love is our whole happiness.
"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.
Bomba makambo ey-ey | Be discreet.
Bomba makambo ey-ey | Be discreet.
Bomba makambo ey-ey | Be discreet.
Bomba makambo ey-ey | Be discreet.
Bomba makambo ey-ey | Be discreet.
Bomba makambo ey-ey | Be discreet.
Likambo ya ngana soki omoni | If you become aware of other people's affairs
Bombaka na motema | Keep it to yourself
Ekoluka ndongo, bandeko. | The fallout could be serious, brothers and sisters.
Bomba makambo ey-ey | Be discreet.
Bomba makambo ey-ey | Be discreet.
Likambo eboma mboka | The stuff that destroys a place -
Bilobaloba | Gossip
Likambo eboma mboka | The stuff that destroys a place -
Songisongi, bandeko | Rumours, brothers and sisters.
Bomba makambo ey-ey | Be discreet.
Bomba makambo ey-ey | Be discreet.
Zala na mayele soki oyoki likambo | Be wise if you happen to hear stuff
Zala na mayele tango bakotuna yo, bandeko. | Be wise during discussions, bothers and sisters.
Bomba makambo ey-ey | Be discreet.
Bomba makambo ey-ey. | Be discreet.
Obimi, yo na moninga, bandeko | You go out, you and a friend, bothers and sisters
Bosali ndoki | You do 'sorcery'
Bombaka na motema | Be discreet about it
Ekoluka matata, bandeko. | You are inviting trouble, brothers and sisters.
Bomba makambo ey-ey | Be discreet.
Bomba makambo ey-ey. | Be discreet.
Okei mboka ya bato okuti likambo | You witness something at another person's place
Soki ozongi, bandeko | When you leave, brothers and sisters.
Bombaka na motema, bandeko. | Be discreet, brothers and sisters.
Bomba makambo ey-ey | Be discreet.
Bomba makambo ey-ey. | Be discreet.
Spoken words...
Ah,
Likambo eboma mboka | The stuff that destoys a place -
Bilobaloba | Gossip
Songisongi | Rumours
Bikumbakumba | Carrying news
Bimemamema | Carrying [stuff] to and fro
Bikundolakundola | Digging here and there
Likambo bakundaki | Stuff that was buried,
Yo oke kokundola | You go and dig it up.
Ah,
Soki oke na ndako ya moninga | When you go to a friend's home
Soki okendeki kolia, lia. | If you went to eat, eat.
Soki okendeki kosenga, senga | If you went to beg, beg.
Soki okendaki po ozangi | If you went there because you are in need
Vanda. Tala | Sit. Look around
Tika kokumba makambo ya ngana | Don't carry someone's issues.
Bomba makambo ey-ey | Be discreet.
Bomba makambo ey-ey. | Be discreet.
Likambo eboma mboka | The stuff that destroys a place -
Bilobaloba | Gossip
Likambo eboma mboka | The stuff that destroys a place -
Songisongi, bandeko. | Rumours, brothers and sisters.
Bomba makambo ey-ey | Be discreet.
Bomba makambo ey-ey. | Be discreet.
Zala na mayele soki oyoki likambo | Be wise if you happen to hear stuff
Zala na mayele | Be wise
Tango okofunda moninga, bandeko. | When you accuse your friend, brothers and sisters.
Bomba makambo ey-ey | Be discreet.
Bomba makambo ey-ey. | Be discreet.
Obimi, yo na moninga, bandeko | You go out, you and a friend, bothers and sisters
Bosali ndoki | You do 'sorcery'
Bombaka na motema | Be discreet about it
Koyebisaka te, bandeko, ah. | Keep it to yourselves, brothers and sisters.
Thank you, Franco Luambo, for the words of wisdom wrapped in this beautiful song. If you find songs in the Lingala language as interesting as I do, this Lingala translator/dictionary will be useful for discovering the meanings of the lyrics.
"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.
CALYPSO QUEEN
By Calypso Rose Album: Far from Home, 2016
They say that I reign too long
Forgetting that mih constitution is strong
Instead of respecting mih long, long reign
They making plot to take down mih name.
I've been breaking down walls
Ever since I was small
They could stand up tall and strong
Like a wrecking ball, I go knock them down.
They say that I reign too long
Forgetting that mih constitution is strong
Instead of respecting mih long, long reign
They making plot to take down mih name.
Everywhere I reign supreme
The one and only Calypso Queen
No man alive or dead
Couldn't come and take the crown off my head.
Them foolish and petty men
I don't worry ‘bout them
They been trying to take me down
But to the end I retain the crown.
They say that I reign too long
Forgetting that mih constitution is strong
Instead of respecting mih long, long reign
They making plot to take down mih name.
They used to call me small island girl
Now I travel the world
Anywhere they go they know
I am Calypso Rose, Queen of Calypso.
I am the daughter of a warrior
No time to rest or retire
Others have come and gone
But Calypso Rose is still singing on.
They say that I reign too long
Forgetting that mih constitution is strong
Instead of respecting mih long, long reign
They making plot to take down mih name.
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!..............................................................................................................................
I am reading that the album in which this song was released is the product of collaboration between Calypso Rose and other famous creators including Kobo Town, Machel Montano and Manu Chao. According to Broadway World, "the album achieved massive success in Europe upon its release in 2016, hitting the top of the charts in France and receiving the Victoires de la Musique (French Grammy) for World Music Album of the Year. On June 9, [2017] Because Music releases "Far From Home" in North America and Latin America."
"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.
CARAPICHAIMA
Music composed by André Tanker Album: Jeff Recordings [2005]
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Thank you, André Tanker!
"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.
BEYOND THE BLUE
By Josh Garrels Album: Love & War &The Sea In Between
Stand on the shores of a sight unseen
The substance of this dwells in me
'Cause my natural eyes only go skin deep
But the eyes of my heart anchor the sea.
Plumbing the depths to the place in between
The tangible world and the land of a dream
Because everything here ain’t quite what it seems
There’s more beneath the appearance of things
A beggar could be king within the shadows of a wing.
Yeah, wisdom will honor everyone who will learn
To listen, to love, and to pray and discern
And to do the right thing even when it burns
And to live in the light through each treacherous turn.
A man is weak, but the spirit yearns
To keep to the course from the bow to the stern
And to throw overboard every selfish concern
That tries to work for what can’t be earned.
Sometimes the only way to return is to go
Where the winds will take you,
And to let go of all you cannot hold on to
For the hope beyond the blue.
I sing, yellow and gold as the new day dawns
Like a virgin unveiled who waited so long
To dance and rejoice and to sing her song
And to rest in the arms of a love so strong.
No one comes unless they’re drawn
By the voice of desire that leads em’ along
To the redemption of what went wrong
By the blood that covered the innocent one
No more separation between us.
So lift your voice just one more time
If there’s any hope, may it be a sign
That everything was made to shine
Despite what you can see.
So take this bread and drink this wine
And hide your spirit in the vine
Where all things work by a good design
For those who will believe.
And let go of all we cannot hold on to
For the hope beyond the blue.
Said I let go of all I could not hold on to
For the hope I have in you.
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, Josh Garrels! Ths Spirit is moving in your music.
"Sometimes the only way to return is to go
Where the winds will take you,
And to let go of all you cannot hold on to
For the hope beyond the blue...
So lift your voice just one more time
If there’s any hope, may it be a sign
That everything was made to shine
Despite what you can see.
So take this bread and drink this wine
And hide your spirit in the vine
Where all things work by a good design
For those who will believe."
"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.
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, Ayub Ogada.
"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.
EVACUEE
Performed by Enya [1987]
Words and music by Eithne Ní Bhraonáin, Nicky Ryan and Roma Ryan
Each time on my leaving home
I run back to my mother's arms,
One last hold and then it's over.
Watching me, you know I cry,
You wave a kiss to say goodbye,
Feel the sky fall down upon me!
All I am, a child with promises
All I have are miles full of promises of home.
If only I could stay with you,
My train moves on, you're gone from view,
Now I must wait until it's over.
All I am, a child with promises
All I have are miles full of promises of home.
Days will pass, your words to me,
It seems so long; eternity,
But I must wait until it's over.
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, Enya.
Mama, long ago on a visit, I asked you to sit with me as I played this song for you. You listened intently to the end without speaking and I never asked you what you felt. Maybe I did not want to hear you say that I should get over it as it was natural and OK for me to leave you, or even worse, that you missed me as desperately as I missed you. This song was all I had to give and it still holds everything that I could and could not say.
Happy Mother's Day, Mama. I love you so much, forever and ever.
"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.
Aia i Kona kai ʻōpua i ka laʻi
ʻAʻohe lua e like ai me ʻoe
Aia i Kona kai ʻōpua i ka laʻi
ʻAʻohe lua e like ai me ʻoe.
There at Kona are the cloud banks and calm seas Second to none, you are incomparable.
Malihini mākou iā ʻoe i Kona
I ke kono a ke aloha no mākou
Malihini mākou iā ʻoe i Kona
I ke kono a ke aloha no mākou.
We are your guests in Kona By invitation, with love for us.
Haʻina ʻia mai ana ka puana
ʻAʻohe lua e like ai me ʻoe
Haʻina ʻia mai ana ka puana
ʻAʻohe lua e like ai me ʻoe.
Tell the refrain Second to none, you are incomparable.
Lyrics source and translation.
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Thank you, Dennis Pavao, for your rendition of this beautiful love song for the Kona district, Hawaii. This is the new version of the original which was composed in 1929. "The lyrics were given to George Naope by James Kelepolo in the early 1980s. The mele expresses the composer's love for Kona on the Island of Hawaiʻi and the reason he moved there." Source.
"We are your guests in Kona
By invitation, with love for us."
I was struck by these lines which describe a truth that we may not have considered but which applies to each of us wherever we are located physically on this planet. Perhaps on another level, this is what some would recognise as the invitation to Life itself. We are called by a greater love to be its guests, together in this time and place. The love and gratitude in this guest's song is the ultimate compliment that could be paid to his host.
"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 we were young
We walked where we wanted to
Life was ours
And now we're grown old
We go where we're told
The Lord's Spirit calls
He's singing
Follow my road to sorrow and joy
Be intertwined
And find
All things are under my wings
And rise
Given time
Oh my
Brother sun, sister moon
All children of light
Fly around the world
Let the glory be unfurled
All things are made new
We're marching on
To a spirit song
That no man can cage
In lands of dead wood
That reject the good
From our old Father's hands
But we run free
And weep gracefully
In a world
Dark and cold
Hold on
All you, who wait by the blue shores
For Him
To part the water
Desert Father
Show us a new way
The impossible dream
Through the deep and the unseen
Carry us home
Please part the water
Desert Father
Show us a new way
The impossible dream
Through the deep and the unseen
Carry us home.
Lyrics source: Video above.
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Thank you, Josh Garrels, for this song from the soul. The contemplative will turn to stand still and listen.
"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.
Ba moin on 'ti bo, deux 'ti bo, trois 'ti bo, doudou
Ba moin on 'ti bo, deux 'ti bo, trois 'ti bo, lanmou
Ba moin on 'ti bo, deux 'ti bo, trois 'ti bo,
Ba moin tout ça ou lé pou soulagé coeur moin.
Give me a little kiss, two little kisses, three little kisses, darling Give me a little kiss, two little kisses, three little kisses, love Give me a little kiss, two little kisses, three little kisses Give me all that to soothe my heart. Ba moin on 'ti bo, deux 'ti bo, trois 'ti bo, doudou
Ba moin on 'ti bo, deux 'ti bo, trois 'ti bo, lanmou
Ba moin on 'ti bo, deux 'ti bo, trois 'ti bo,
Ba moin tout ça ou lé pou soulagé coeur moin.
Give me a little kiss, two little kisses, three little kisses, darling Give me a little kiss, two little kisses, three little kisses, love Give me a little kiss, two little kisses, three little kisses Give me all that to soothe my heart.
Moin fait un charm' pou moin charmén' hom la
Moin réfléchi ayen du force pas bon
Moin prend charme là moin jeté dan l'an mè
Moin di si ainmin moin ya maché deyè moin
I made a charm to cast a spell on the man, I reconsidered, it was not a good thing I took the charm and threw it in the sea If you love me, you’ll follow me.
Ba moin on 'ti bo, deux 'ti bo, trois 'ti bo, doudou
Ba moin on 'ti bo, deux 'ti bo, trois 'ti bo, lanmou
Ba moin on 'ti bo, deux 'ti bo, trois 'ti bo,
Ba moin tout ça ou lé pou soulagé coeur moin.
Give me a little kiss, two little kisses, three little kisses, darling Give me a little kiss, two little kisses, three little kisses, love Give me a little kiss, two little kisses, three little kisses Give me all that to soothe my heart. Ba moin on 'ti bo, deux 'ti bo, trois 'ti bo, doudou
Ba moin on 'ti bo, deux 'ti bo, trois 'ti bo, lanmou
Ba moin on 'ti bo, deux 'ti bo, trois 'ti bo,
Ba moin tout ça ou lé pou soulagé coeur moin.
Give me a little kiss, two little kisses, three little kisses, darling Give me a little kiss, two little kisses, three little kisses, love Give me a little kiss, two little kisses, three little kisses Give me all that to soothe my heart.
To-to-to-to! Qu'est-ce qui frappe à ma porte?
Cè moin, lanmou, cè moin, pain dou sucré.
Depuis deux jou la pluie qu'a mouillé moin
Par pitié, par humanité, ouvé la porte ba moin, Ey!
Knock, knock, knock, knock! Who’s knocking at my door? It’s me, love, it’s me sweetest sweet bread, For two days the rain has soaked me down, For pity, for humanity, open the door for me.
Ba moin on 'ti bo, deux 'ti bo, trois 'ti bo, doudou
Ba moin on 'ti bo, deux 'ti bo, trois 'ti bo, lanmou
Ba moin on 'ti bo, deux 'ti bo, trois 'ti bo,
Ba moin tout ça ou lé pou soulagé coeur moin.
Give me a little kiss, two little kisses, three little kisses, darling Give me a little kiss, two little kisses, three little kisses, love Give me a little kiss, two little kisses, three little kisses Give me all that to soothe my heart. Ba moin on 'ti bo, deux 'ti bo, trois 'ti bo, doudou
Ba moin on 'ti bo, deux 'ti bo, trois 'ti bo, lanmou
Ba moin on 'ti bo, deux 'ti bo, trois 'ti bo,
Ba moin tout ça ou lé pou soulagé coeur moin.
Give me a little kiss, two little kisses, three little kisses, darling Give me a little kiss, two little kisses, three little kisses, love Give me a little kiss, two little kisses, three little kisses Give me all that to soothe my heart. Instrumental Ba moin on 'ti bo, deux 'ti bo, trois 'ti bo, doudou
Ba moin on 'ti bo, deux 'ti bo, trois 'ti bo, lanmou
Ba moin on 'ti bo, deux 'ti bo, trois 'ti bo,
Ba moin tout ça ou lé pou soulagé coeur moin.
Give me a little kiss, two little kisses, three little kisses, darling Give me a little kiss, two little kisses, three little kisses, love Give me a little kiss, two little kisses, three little kisses Give me all that to soothe my heart.
Le mois de mai c'est le mois de chaleur
Tout ti zoizeaux ka changé plumage yo
Tout ti pis bois ka changé feuillage yo
Alors si ou ainmin moin uu changé pou moin.
The month of May is the month of heat All the birds change their plumage All the trees change their leaves So if you love me you will change for me.
Ba moin on 'ti bo, deux 'ti bo, trois 'ti bo, doudou
Ba moin on 'ti bo, deux 'ti bo, trois 'ti bo, lanmou
Ba moin on 'ti bo, deux 'ti bo, trois 'ti bo,
Ba moin tout ça ou lé pou soulagé coeur moin.
Give me a little kiss, two little kisses, three little, darling Give me a little kiss, two little kisses, three little kisses, love Give me a little kiss, two little kisses, three little kisses Give me all that to soothe my heart. Ba moin on 'ti bo, deux 'ti bo, trois 'ti bo, doudou
Ba moin on 'ti bo, deux 'ti bo, trois 'ti bo, lanmou
Ba moin on 'ti bo, deux 'ti bo, trois 'ti bo,
Ba moin tout ça ou lé pou soulagé coeur moin.
Give me a little kiss, two little kisses, three little kisses, darling Give me a little kiss, two little kisses, three little kisses, love Give me a little kiss, two little kisses, three little kisses Give me all that to soothe my heart.
Ba moin on 'ti bo, deux 'ti bo, trois 'ti bo, doudou
Ba moin on 'ti bo, deux 'ti bo, trois 'ti bo, lanmou
Ba moin on 'ti bo, deux 'ti bo, trois 'ti bo,
Ba moin tout ça ou lé pou soulagé coeur moin.
Give me a little kiss, two little kisses, three little kisses, darling Give me a little kiss, two little kisses, three little kisses, love Give me a little kiss, two little kisses, three little kisses Give me all that to soothe my heart.
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, La Compagnie Créole. The Wikipedia entry for this lovely song describes it as a folk song from Guadeloupe. I have also heard this being sung in Trinidad although I never remembered anything more than the chorus.
"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.
Mr. Monday has something to say
Would never get the time of day
Mr. Monday has a story to tell
So he talking to himself
Mr. Monday knows only too well
All the roads that lead to Hell
Mr. Monday knows only too well.
Every Monday he comes around
Picking up bottles from off the ground
Every Monday he comes around
Picking up bottles from off the ground
Beating them with a spoon and he prancing to the sound
[Every Monday he comes around]
Some say he's mad, some say he’s just a clown
[Every Monday he comes around]
It was not so from the start
Hurt in the head or the heart
No one could say
One day he just fell apart
And loss followed upon loss
Wife and child added to the cost that he would bear
No one would share his cross.
Mr. Monday has something to say
[Mister Monday] Would never get the time of day
Mr. Monday has a story to tell
[Mister Monday] So he talking to himself
Mr. Monday knows only too well
[Mister Monday] All the roads that lead to Hell
Mr. Monday knows only too well. [Mister Monday]
The man only wanted a home
So he went to the bank and he got a loan
The man only wanted a home
So he went to the bank and he got a loan [Monday-Monday]
When his fortunes fell, the bank turned him out to roam
[The man only wanted a home]
He prayed for bread but instead he got a stone.
[The man only wanted a home.]
The following years were unkind
They tore and chipped at his mind
Until the day when he was locked away
And no one came out to meet
Him on the day of his release into the street
And the glare of day.
Mr. Monday has something to say
Would never get the time of day.
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, Kobo Town.
A new week, a new Monday and hopefully a lifting of our spirits if not of the actual loads under which many of us labour. Nobody knows the trouble that Mr. Monday has seen. Hopefully this week you can depend on at least one person to give you the time of day and hopefully someone like Mister Monday will find in you the encouragement that he or she needs to go on.
"Mr. Monday has something to say."
"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
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
