Piti Pata [Song]

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PITI PATA

By 3CANAL

This place have too much ah guns!
This place have too much ah guns!

Pita pata, piti pata. Can you tell me what’s the matter?
Piti pata, piti pata. Awake, arise from your sleep and slumber
Piti pata, piti pata. Can you tell me what’s the matter?
Piti pata, piti pata. This place have too much ah guns!

Awake, arise from your sleep and slumber
Arise ‘cause your days are numbered
Woe be unto them sleepwalking in this time of reckoning
Yeah, though I walk through the shadows in the valley
I shall fear no evil one
For Thy rod and staff are with me.

So everybody better wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up!
Everybody better shake up, shake up, shake up, shake up, shake up!
I say to wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up!
Everybody better shake up, shake up, shake up, shake up, shake up!

Resistance is the Father and I am the Son
And in the name of rapso, Thy kingdom come, I telling you
Lyrics to burn, knowledge and wisdom
You better wake up and take some, ay!
I see them 2020, that mean I see them clearly
I see them cannot plan, can't even understand
You can't be afraid in your own land
This is we homeland, open up your eyes!

I say, awake, arise from your sleep and slumber..Woye
Arise and shake up the place like thunder
Woe be unto them sleepwalking in this time of reckoning
Yeah, though I walk through the shadows in the valley
I shall fear no evil one
For Thy rod and staff are with, with, with, with me.

Pita pata, piti pata. Can you tell me what’s the matter?
Piti pata, piti pata. Awake, arise from your sleep and slumber
Piti pata, piti pata. Can you tell me what’s the matter?
Piti pata, piti pata. This place have too much ah guns!

Wake it up, shake it up, wake it up!
Shake it up, wake it up, shake it up!
Wake it up, shake it up, wake it up!
Shake it up, wake it up, shake it up!

I say, awake, arise from your sleep and slumber
Arise ‘cause your days are numbered
Woe be unto them sleepwalking in this time of reckoning
Yeah, though I walk through the shadows in the valley
I shall fear no evil one
For Thy rod and staff are with, with, with, with me.

Pita pata, piti pata. Can you tell me what’s the matter?
Piti pata, piti pata. Awake, arise from your sleep and slumber
Piti pata, piti pata. Can you tell me what’s the matter?
Piti pata, piti pata. This place have too much ah guns!

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up!
Shake up, shake up, shake up, shake up, shake up!
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up!
Shake up, shake up, shake up, shake up, shake up!

Pita pata, piti pata. Can you tell me what’s the matter?
Piti pata, piti pata. This place have too much ah guns!

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 Bandit Factory [Song]


Uploaded by IsDePanInMe

THE BANDIT FACTORY
By Chalkdust (2006)
Album: The Bandit Factory

Dedicated to all my grandchildren that they may never be bandits, and for Kelvin Pope, the Mighty Duke. Take this one brother.

"Wey all dem bandit come from?" Is a question all Trinis asking,
We were poor and yet how come we ent turn to shooting and killing?
Ah tell dem, it simple, all bandits come from de people
Bandits ent born big, my friend, is poor values dey get as children
So plenty people here, you know making bandit and dey don't know.

Let’s count…
So you make a baby before yuh time, little girl.
You make one.
Yuh child father hiding from Uncle Sam in de cold.
You make one.
You and your boyfriend, all yuh leave Primary School in Standard One
So to do homework you cyah help yuh son.
All yuh make another one.
You vex with the teacher 'cause he give yuh son two lash.
You make one.
He going to school with blue note and he cyah even spell cash.
You make one.
You ent give your two boys a sound cut ass for cursing in front of you
So instead of one bandit, you give de nation two.

Wey bandit come from? Ask Kamla my child
Wey bandit come from? Kamla should be tried
‘Cause is she stop teachers from cutting children backside.

"Wey all dem bandit come from?" All dem businessmen keep complaining
Dey say is people who come, deported from Uncle Sam’s kitchen
Ah tell dem, it simple, bandits does start from de cradle
When a man is a poor model, bandits does copy example
So plenty folks, I must admit, specialise in making bandit.

Let’s see…
You is a teacher, but children doh see you on Monday.
You make one.
You going to school but don’t teach, you only studying Play Whe.
You make one.
As a parent you don’t take time off to teach the little ones to pray
So de child don’t know ‘bout the life beyond.
All yuh make another one.
You in parliament but you getting on like a clown.
You make one.
You disrespect the Speaker and always shouting him down.
You make one.
You put a cuss bud hip-hop man on front page papers
Showing he gold chain and money
Well for your stupidity you gave de nation three
Wey bandit come from? Ask de DJ man
Wey bandit come from? 96.1
Every time you promote Buju Banton, you make one.

"Wey all dem bandits come from?" All dem politicians keep asking
Dey spending plenty lump sum but poor values dem children getting
A child must understand the sanctimonious nature of man
If he only knows, good lord, what’s inside one drop of human blood
Then that blood he cannot spill and a human being he can’t kill.

You is a police man, but you specializing in bribe.
You make one.
You call de radio station and boasting about yuh tribe.
You make one.
You is a doctor but before de patient sit down for an examination
You tell him that his bill is a thousand.
All yuh make another one.
You hide yuh bank book from de Integrity Commission.
You make one.
De airport money you tief and bank it in Switzerland.
You make one.
You ent want government to look good so you throw police reform out de door
Well for every month you ent change that law, you make four.

Wey bandit come from? Ask dem lawyer.
Wey bandit come from? Who charge people from Morvant
For a case, when you charge dem ten thousand, you make one.

"Wey all dem bandit come from?" Is a question newspapers asking
Yet dey 'fraid to tell Punch and Bomb dat their sex page have de youths rottening
You see friends, de media, some are irresponsible here
Instead of pushing cleanliness, hard work, chastity and good health
Dey making de youths obsessed with sex and material wealth.

You is a rat tiefing cocaine in de police station.
You make one.
You put cocaine in Sadiq Baksh water tank and run.
You make one.
De papers showing female calypsonians in a birth position
With man wining up on dem singers bambam.
All yuh make another one.
You is a judge freeing murderers all over de town.
You make one.
You on sick leave but dey find you working in London.
You make one.
You are a police man or a soldier and you tiefing ammunition
And den selling de bandits bullets live. You make five.

Wey bandit come from? Ask de Punch and Bomb
Wey bandit come from? With dey centrepage scum
Every time you show youths a naked woman, you make one.

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


"Bandits ent born big." Thanks for this Chalkdust.

Yes, I fully agree that a human being's development begins in the womb and is shaped by the guardians and the wider society. I think we find it overwhelming to face this truth because we do realise that generations of neglect went into the products with which we are faced today and we fear that it will take that long or more to rectify the problems. So it is easier to grasp at the quick "fix." You hit on it exactly when you say that it is all about poor values and the most frightening as you outline is the undervaluing of human life and divinity in general. Other human beings exist to be used, exploited, cheated, lied to, and led down paths to destruction and all this for the worldly advancement of the thieves, whatever the colour of their collars.

About discipline and the little ones, I don't know if we should be nostalgic about physical violence a.k.a. corporal punishment in schools or anywhere else. Why pick on people who are a fraction of our size? Isn't that the same kind of bullying that the thugs engage in with the aid of their fists, guns, cutlasses, knives and crowbars. There must be other effective methods of correction/guidance. If there are, I cannot suggest any, since corporal punishment was a feature of my upbringing. My teachers and parents cut my "arr-tichoke" on a few occasions. I can tell you that as an adult, I do not reflect on these incidents with gratitude and I know that these "benedictions" did not make me a better person. As a child they filled me with rage, humiliation and resentment and I can remember each beating, where they took place and the implements that were used. In addition, I am even more reluctant to give dominion over any child's body and mind to some of the characters who are becoming teachers today (Not referring to the wonderful teachers who do exist.) People like yourself, who have had responsibility for many children over the years will probably be in a better position to comment.

"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

Magistrate Try Himself [Song]

Uploaded by foreignmovies
MAGISTRATE TRY HIMSELF Mighty Spoiler (1958) Aha, well this one is class They charge a magistrate for driving too fast (You mustn’t doubt me) Well this one is class They charge a magistrate for driving too fast But is one courthouse in the district He is the only magistrate there to run it If you see how the people flock up he place To see how the magistrate go try he own case. Heself tell heself, “You are charged for speeding.” Heself start to shout, “The policeman lying!” Heself tell heself, “Doh shout!” He said, “No sport!” And he charge himself for contempt of court. Aha, he said, “Go ahead, let mih hear what happen.” So the police said,“Sah, if you see how this man could speed!” And he pointing at the magistrate, Johnny Mead The magistrate ask him who he talking 'bout “Is you/him ah mean!” the policeman shout out The magistrate pick up a looking glass And ask heself, “Is it true you were driving too fast?” Heself told himself, “You are charged for speeding” Heself start to shout, “The policeman lying!” Himself told himself, “Don’t shout!” He said, “No sport!” And he charge himself for contempt of court. Aha, then Mister Caruth, he came up and he started to prosecute The magistrate then call his lawyer to defend the defendant, who is your honour And all the time that the lawyer talking The magistrate serious, sometime he laughing Ah time the magistrate tell he own self, "Look, I have a great mind to take 'way your license book." Heself told himself, "You are charged for speeding." Himself told himself “The policeman lying.” Himself told himself, “Don’t shout!” He said, “No sport!” And he charged himself for contempt of court. Aha, yes ah nearly drop when the man take out he pen and start to sum up Partner, I start to study if he going to put his own self in custody I was wrong because again he took out the mirror Heself tell heself to pay twenty dollar He bus out a cry, he turn round and say, “Give me chance, ah want a lil time to pay.” Heself told himself, “You are charged for speeding.” Himself told himself, “The policeman lying!” Himself tell himself, “All right, I will be kind. Ah giving you five years to pay the fine.” .............................................................................................................................. A Note From The Gull
Thank you, Mighty Spoiler. With these classics, it's never just a rhythm with the performer hoping to get by on numbing the listener's mind. Here you get the whole package, an entertaining, humorous and sometimes fantastic story and the pleasure, that lasts long after the performance, of reflecting on the cleverness of the delivery, and the skill of the singer.

"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

Laziest Man [Song]


Uploaded by badmanelias

LAZIEST MAN
Mighty Dougla (1961)

Well, I challenging anybody who think that they more lazy than me
Open competition to prove I’m the world’s most laziest man
You could come from Germany, you could come from France
If you think you more lazy than me, you could take the chance.

But, I lazy to wine or dine, ah lazy to speak mih mind
Sun shining as hot as fire, I lazy to perspire
I hungry, look I want to dead, I lazy to bite mih bread
I drowsy and I sleepy like an old ram sheep
But I lazy to go to sleep.

Since I was small it is the same thing,
Mih old grandmother complaining
How I so lazy, she, couldn’t make no hand of me
If she beat me to make me work, she only making joke
She could beat me ' til she beat off all mih clothes
I too lazy to breaks from blows.

Now, I lazy to brush my teeth, I lazy to wash my feet
Skin dirty, look I want to bathe, I lazy to make the grade
Some people might think I smelling, I know what you think
But you should realise that a fellow like me
Too lazy to even smell stink.

Well my school days was real laughters
With me and my school teachers
Through my lazy brain, I drive about twelve teachers insane
Anytime I'm in their class, I drive them clean out dey mind
So rather than having to deal with me, they rather resign.

Yes, I lazy to reach in time, I lazy to stand in line
Anything with dictation, I lazy to understand
Any time is geography, spelling or geometry
She could lay down, she could bawl,
She could sneeze, she could crawl
She ent talking to me at all.

As a man, mih mother advise me it is time that I should marry
But I so lazy, is mih brother, John, get a girl for me
When the day of the wedding came, mih family shame
To go to the church I was too lazy
They bring the parson quite home by me.

Now, I lazy to look for work,
With mih wife, I lazy to make a joke
But the woman so love me, she decide she would maintain me
One day she said to me, “Stop home and be lazy.”
But like she blind, she can’t see or she too dumb to agree
I too lazy to be lazy.

You can listen to this song also at Irwin's playlist.

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A Note From The Gull

Thank you, Mighty Dougla!

"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

Get To Hell Out! [Song]


Uploaded by caribbeanvibes2

GET TO HELL OUT!

By The Mighty Sparrow (1965)

I am going to bring back Solomon
Who doh like it complain to the Commission
None of them going to tell me how to run my country
I defy any one of you to dictate for me
I am no dictator, but when I pass an order
Mr. Speaker, this matter must go no further
I have nothing more to say
And it must be done my way
Come on, come on, come on, meeting done for the day.

This land is mine, I am the boss
What I say goes and who vex los'
I say that Solomon will be Minister of External Affairs
If you ent like it, get to hell outta here!

I am going to do what I feel to do
And I couldn't care less who vex or who get blue
And if you want to test how I strong in an election
Leh we bet some money, I giving odds, ten to one
I control all the money that pass through this country
And they envy me for my African safari
I am politically strong, I am the weight of town
Doh argue with me, you can't beat me in John-John.

Who's not with me, is my enemy
And thus will be their destiny
If I say that Solomon will be Minister of External Affairs
And you ent like it, get to hell outta here!

Who the hell is you to jump and quarrel?
Look! PNM is mine - lock, stock and barrel
Who give you the privilege to object?
Pay yuh taxes, shut up and have respect
I am a tower of strength, yes
I am powerful but modest ...unless
I'm forced to be blunt and ruthless
So shut up and don't squawk
This ent no skylark
When I talk, no damn dog bark.

My word is law, so watch yuh case
If yuh slip yuh slide, this is my place
And I say that Solomon will be Minister of External Affairs
And if you ent like it, get to hell outta here!

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

Nothing Ent Strange [Song]


Uploaded by kjamu27

NOTHING ENT STRANGE
By Black Stalin (1975)

Leh we say that when you read your morning newspaper
The headlines say that how they charge Stalin for guerrilla
I know plenty people may want to shout
But Brotherman, what is there for us to shout about?
I living in a yes-man society
Where all the no-men becomes the enemy
And if you decide to hold tight to your 'No'
The system have so much different ways of getting you to go.

Nothing, nothing, nothing ent strange
In the life of a man out for change
Once you don't want people talk for you
And wouldn't do the things that they want you do
Your life ent safe whether night or day
Because any number could play
Nothing, nothing, nothing ent strange
In the life of a man out for change.

The system have vicious ways of operating
It's like a vulture when it's about to attack its victim
Once you say they wrong and feeling you right
It can attack you like a thief in the night.
One day you are a hero, next day a traitor,
One day you're wealthy, next day a pauper,
And just play you smart and too intelligent
You could die mysteriously in some freak accident.

Nothing, nothing, nothing ent strange
In the life of a man out for change
Once you don't want people talk for you
And wouldn't do the things that they want you do
Your life ent safe whether night or day
Because any number could play
Nothing, nothing, nothing ent strange..

There are crimes the system commit could fill your eyes
Now let us take the brutal murder of sister Jean Miles
A woman who first love was that of her country
Her second love I know I know was honesty
Jean went and expose a gas station racket
Behaviour like that the system won't have it
And when the system ------- and it turn Jean around
It brought Jean worse than any beggar in town.

Nothing, nothing, nothing ent strange
In the life of a woman out for change.

Now I know all about this system and its working
A better life for my people, I must keep fighting
I cannot be destroyed and I go tell you why
Tell me how many times can one man die?
I die on the shores of Africa,
I die in '37 striking with Uriah
I die outside the square demonstrating with Daaga
So charging me for guerrilla, that is only fire.

Nothing, nothing, nothing ent strange
In the life of a man out for change
Once you don't want people talk for you
And wouldn't do the things that they want you do
Your life ent safe whether night or day
Because any number could play
Nothing, nothing, nothing ent strange...

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, Black Stalin.

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

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

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare