Song For Healing [Song]

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SONG FOR HEALING
By Singing Sandra

This was the promised Eden, yes, we used to call here Paradise... Woy yoy
Now it looks like a savage garden, blood and human sacrifice... Woy yoy
And from Caratal to Caura, there are daily tales of horror
Rape and rampant torture, brutal murders and manslaughter

I feel to hold my belly and bawl
I know that Peter go pay for Paul
Lord, my country against a wall
But before it fall, I chanting
Om Shanti Om, down on my knees I kneeling,
Om Shanti Om, please hear my song of healing
Om Shanti Om, a lamentation for my home...

In this land of rhyme and rhythm, bongo drum and tassa did meet
Now racist slurs and cynicisms walking naked on the street
And from Laventille to Penal each man sticks to his tribe
Why can't the drum and dhantal vibrate with just one vibe?

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Like the massala we love to grind
Until to racism we are blind
To powers divine, ah chanting
Om Shanti Om, please hear my song of healing
Om Shanti Om, this ---------------
Om Shanti Om, a spiritual lament for my home...

This is a land of follow fashion, of mimic men and mamaguy
Now incest and crimes of passion have hit an all time high
A high price we pay for progress though the value of life still cheap
Look, how they find baby Moses abandoned in a garbage heap

I want to hold my belly and bawl
Baby Moses, he ent do nothing at all
Like my ship need an overhaul
But before it stall, I chanting
Om Shanti Om, down on my knees I pleading
Om Shanti Om, Mother Trinbago bleeding
Om Shanti Om, a spiritual lament for my home...

The soul of my nation wasn't stolen, no, is we who sell we own soul
With lust and greed our hearts have swollen ----------------------
Is brother against brother, you don't know who to trust
And for thirty pieces of silver, more than a million and one Judas

We can't afford this paradise lost
Lord, is we children go pay the cost
If we all share to bear the cross
Then par for the course, we chanting
Om Shanti Om, one million voices ringing
Om Shanti Om, like heaven's choir singing
Om Shanti Om, a spiritual lament for my home...

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, Singing Sandra!

"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

Cry My Beloved Country [Song]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Source: True True Calypso, 2004. St. James: MAJOR and minor Productions Ltd., 2004
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"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.

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

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare

Blogging The Dead

I am wondering if the time has come for me to give this blog a rest. I had a dream last night that I was blogging a dead body. The dream persisted with its maddening reiterations as I tossed and turned in misery. This dead body, which at one point, I felt was someone's father, was requiring respectful disposal. I, however, contrary to everything that I would wish for any deceased, was instead finding myself compelled to blog it.

I could actually see the posts going up day after day with images of the stiff body lying on the floor, or the body chopped up like souse in a big, iron pot, or the body morphing into a tree trunk that had been sawed in half... This madness went as far as my debating whether the wrongness of my actions would be lessened by the addition of sauce or parsley to the presentations of the body.

Through all of this, I could hear the persistent whimpering ("gweeking" is the word I usually use to describe the sound) of my dog who sleeps at the side of my bed. He usually makes these complaints when he is uncomfortable or upset by something. His fussing entered the dream and I concluded that he was aware of the cadaver and was disturbed by its presence and scent. Tonnerre!!

When I finally wrested myself from that dream and the bed, I came straight to the computer to write my farewell post and found that overnight, the monitor display had mysteriously become rotated ninety degrees to the left. I had to rest my head on my left shoulder to go on the Internet and find the solution (ctrl-alt-up arrow did the trick). Additional proof, I concluded, that I should put some distance between myself and bloggery.

Can anyone out there interpret dreams? I've had some messed up dreams in my life but this one was too disturbing and I am wondering why it would target the blog.

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

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

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare