Last Election [Song]

Uploaded by grjoseph

LAST ELECTION
By Mighty Cypher (1967)

Last election had so much fun, I am one who sorry it done
Last election had so much fun, Cypher is one who sorry it done
I love to see how men turning beast
Some of them hand trembling like leaf
On the roadside they'll testify
With their manifesto only pack with lie.

If you hear them...

We'll take away the oilfield from the Yankee
And divide them up between all of we
Tate & Lyle wouldn't have no claim,
We'll take away the factories, also sugar cane
We'll take the animals and turn to meat
Cow hoof and cow heel would be very sweet
After all these things have been said
They stone down the candidate with rotten egg.

Some people say that it was confusing,
The Lord say, no, it was just amusing
If a man ---------------- power
He'll show the lions in which he devour
One came from England down here
And you can believe he was well prepared
With some assistance from I and you
Hear what that scientist decide to do.

He said that children will be getting education
From England by television
The train could make no money in town,
He running a rail underground
He'll be building houses up in the air
And helicopter will be taking you up there
So if you tumble down like a mouse, doh frighten
You falling right down inside your house! Hay yay!

It have one they calling Bottle,
That man, he is strictly trouble
From the time he mount the platform,
Well, is laughter, the whole crowd gone
And before Bottle say, "Goodnight"
He asking the crowd who ent want to fight
Man, hurry up and doh get me blue
Hear what my government decide to do.

He said, I am stepping right back to the days of old
I go chop down all the branch off ah birth control
This present government go ketch dey blasted tail
I go release every prisoner from jail, ------------ too
With free food, free clothes, free house, free land
Free man, free who???....

Up came a short, little fellow
And he turn the whole program yellow
He said to support my party
And doh vote for no rum and whiskey
In Princes Town, I support Maharaj,
He gave me a drink, people say I bad
That little man was the public choice
I say they love him for his tone of voice.

If you hear him....

"They had the party they call the Macafourchette.
Only running all about just like a zandolee that cannot find a hole
--------------------- grog, grog, grog, grog, grog
On the 7th of November you shall see
That the leader and his followers shall go to Hell!

Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are often transcribed directly from performances. Although it is my intention to faithfully transcribe I do not get all the words and I have a knack for hearing the wrong thing. Please feel free to correct me or to fill in the words that I miss by dropping me a message via e-mail. I'd be forever grateful. Thanks in advance!

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"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.

Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare

The Madman's Rant [Song]

Uploaded by mmmKyronmmm
THE MADMAN'S RANT
By David Rudder (1996)

Vote for we and we will set you free!
Anywhere you turn somebody chanting to we
Somebody promising jobs for all
Some renting gun to make other people bawl
But somebody promising more police car
Somebody going to take the country far
Somebody putting all the bandits away
He say, "If they do the crime, they going to damn well pay!"
But somebody promising human rights
While somebody threatening to put out your lights
The mortuary full with little Trinidad boys
A bullet start to whine and put an end to their joy
Now they lying tall for dey Mama to mourn
Dey Nike gone, dey gold teeth gone
You see they, they want dey pocket full with blue, blue silk
They want dey statue drinking full cream milk
The little red silk is not dey true friend
De blue one had two extra nought on the end
So ah tag on dey toe is now dey ticket to Hell
But look where we reach, well, well, well, well, well, well.

Ah hear a madman bawl as he spread out on a wall
He say, "This is it, this is it, this is it, I’ve been hit!
No time to give up brother, no time to quit!"

Was the chant of a madman, in this tale from a strange land
Give me the chant of the madman. It’s the only salvation
Ah say the chant of a madman, in this tale from a strange land
Give me the chant of the madman, Lord, is the only salvation.

Anywhere you turn somebody chanting to we
Vote for we and we go set you free
Somebody promising natural law
Die like a yogi, end all the war
Seek inner peace, end all the pain
De same woman promising to go down again
Somebody promising to run all the bread
Somebody pushing a world class head
Somebody clean out the weed well fast
But somebody letting the cocaine pass
Somebody promise to abolish the tax
Somebody promise to give we the facts
Somebody promise to clean up the land
But in this clean land, rat still killing man
We bright little youths going to waste
Somebody dinge the smile on dey face
Somebody take “One Love” off the shelf
Then the One Love boys start to sell out dey self
Somebody going to end all this talk about race
But they can't tell me that with a straight, straight face
Big, big men dying, the crime can't solve
A madman rant is my only resolve
Ah hear the madman bawl
As he lie on a wall.

He say, "This is it, this is it, this is it, I’ve been hit!
But no time to give up, brother, no time to quit!"

A chant of a madman in this tale from a strange land
It was a chant of a madman, in this tale from a strange land
Give me the chant of the madman. Is the only salvation.

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, David Rudder for this powerful, powerful message.

"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.

Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare