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"Too many thieves in this lil country." Now da is a Rapso!

WHAT's INSIDE.

The Root Of The Music
MEH MUSIC.
Music Videos
CONTACT US.
MEH LYRICS.

18: Birds Of A Feather.
17: If It Is The Will Of God.
16: Bim! Bam!
15: Lovers’ Regret.
14: Bumsee Tax.
13: My Darling Super Foreman.
12: He Come To Learn Nottin.
11: Rasta Fall On Something.
10: Say I Sorry?
9: Big People Word.
8: Rapsca Behavejah.
7: Meh Woman A Breed.
6: Friday Night.
5: Joey (Bacchus' Fare).
4: Carnival Time Again.
3: Bumsee To Bumsee.
2: Agony And Pain.
1: I'll Stand.

TRINI TALK.

Things You Need To Know.


Famous quote; from Proverbs:
"Like a gold ring on a pig's snout is a beautiful woman who shows no discretion.

Carnival 2016
 

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We do not sell CDs outside The Republic of Trinidad and Tobago.

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I knew a porno star from Guyana, 
I have movies to show,

Before she had breast reduction,
Dionne how yuh go?! HAHAHAHA

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Patrick S. Douglas a.k.a. De Original Rah Fiki-I has never produced any song track at KMP music group/studio, ever.

  "De Original RAH FIKI-I"

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The Root Of The Music.

RAPSCA MUSIC

Rapsca Music is a new and exciting form of rapso.

A thunderous explosion of meaning. The words powerful and commanding. The emphases are on power and on content. Simplicity and effortlessness is the order of the day with intent clear, not confusing. Rapsca Music is melodious musical rhythmic utterances, unpretentious, without guile.

The word is for intellectual listeners as well as for party activists. Rapsca Music brings out the full meaning of the phrase "The power of the word in the rhythm of the word'.

Rapsca Music is a broad musical expression combining many genres of African music that survived the journey to the new world, to the Caribbean. The music that survived and that was transformed. Rapsca Music employs any instrument to complement the word and is not limited to drum and bass. The drum and bass remains the heartbeat of the music. Her rhythms are many, her tempo varied, her energy defined, focused on pleasing the ear as much as lifting the spirit. Rapsca Music expresses history past, present and future.

Fundamentally Rapsca Music© has three main qualities:

1: Freeness of expression.

Rapsca Music allows you to explore, to define and to redefine the music expression in relation to the word. The word is the source of rhythms and therefore the word and by extension the rhythm should not be trapped to any one traditional rhythmic pattern that could cause stressful monotony. (We feel differently every day of our lives.)

2: Inclusiveness.

Rapsca music lends to unity and harmony through song by permitting broader expressions of self. We are the product of our society and therefore as Trinidadian living in a multicultural, multiracial society I cannot deny self. I am the product of my society. My music is a doorway, a panoramic vista to my reality.

3: Festivity.

Rapsca music expresses the everlasting canboulay, freedom's eternal flame set against evening skies, victory of good over evil; the celebration of master's submission to the Gods of Africa, the Gods of all mankind. A rejoicing. Orisha always present in music and in song.

Rapsca music is a new sound tailored exclusively for the natural man. Rapsca music might not stir unnatural man's emotion. When Rapsca music stirs your emotion, it would be the first sign that the healing qualities of this new sound is helping you return to normal functioning.

"If the horse doe open he mouth yuh cyar know how he eating."

WHO VEX LOSS!

LIBERTY, LOVE & JUSTICE = RAPSCA MUSIC ®.

'RAPSO'

THE POWER OF THE WORD IN THE RHYTHM OF THE WORD. BRING DOWN DE RIDDUM.

RAPSO is an artform, in the oral tradition, which has evolved over the past 30 years. It embraces its own music/sound, RAPSO RIDDUM.

Rapso is considered by many to be the Rap of Soca music or the poetry of Calypso, highlighting the traditional African Rhythms of the Caribbean. Essentially, it is defined as "the power of the word in the rhythm of the word".

RAPSO is the voice of the people in the heart of the struggle for true liberation and self determination, it is a musical art-form, but more than that, it is a consciousness, a manifestation of ancient tradition, the music form is called RAPSO Riddum and represents the synthesis of voice with rhythm of drums (drums of skin and drums of steel - the first and last instruments). In Trinidad and Tobago, the oral tradition survived the experience of plantation slavery and was manifested in the personality of the "Chantuelle". The "Chantuelle" is the griot, the chant leader in the call and response tradition who later evolved into the Calypsonian. The word power motivation also existed in other characters of the Trinidad Carnival Street Theatre. The 'Midnight Robber' in particular is credited with being the originator of the speed rap style popularized today in the dancehall business. The Pierrot Grenade is also a main character in the development of the Carnival folk tradition.

RAPSO Riddum is influenced by the rhythms of the steelband yard, and the Orisha yards (Orisha being an African religion still retained in Trinidad and Tobago) and the drum yards. From 1970 there was an explosion of traditional drum groups throughout the country and this would provide the foundation for the emergence and development of the RAPSO artform. Groups like Nantambu NACC, Jajah Drummers, the Man Man, and others, changed the atmosphere. It is in this context that people's poets like Abdul Malik, Lasana Kwesi, Ceteswayo Eintou and Kasi Senghor exploded. The new wave saw Seko Tafari, Brother Book, the poet Hazel, Dawty, Mzee and others taking up the challenge. The coming of the Network poets fueled the fire of the work already done by Lancelot Layne and Cheryl Byron. Led by Brother Resistance, Shortman, Slinger and Moopsman, this group coined the term RAPSO to describe the art-form.

Courtesy Brother Resistance.

  MEH MUSIC. 

In Trinidad and Tobago ©

A very special summer rapso rapsca kaiso groove, written, composed, arranged and produced by me, De Original Rah Fiki-I at HOR Studio, for all my friends on Facebook who live abroad i.e. outside of Trinidad and Tobago. Baby Xia, Aisha, Merlene, Brent, Narendra, Trudy, Ria, Daxx and Miss Marshall in Tobago, T&T ppl missing all yuh to. LOL. Don't forget to click the Facebook like, if yuh like.

Thank you all for the love and support for my two new albums "FOR WOMEN ONLY and ZOMBIE LOVE".

Rapsca music Rapso music Rapsca Rapso.....

In Trinidad and Tobago.mp3

anuid remix soca 4.mp3

carnival time again.mp3

in the garden at night.mp3

up and down.mp3

anuid.mp3

how i love you so.mp3

rapsca behavejah.mp3

liki tang.mp3

friday night.mp3

joey bacchus fare.mp3

illstand version 4 guitars.mp3

I'll Stand pan.mp3

Zombie on Jumbie.mp3

carnival time again.mp3

girls girls.mp3

ill stand.mp3

this one.mp3

bumsee to bumsee.mp3

big people word.mp3

agony's ease.mp3

jim.mp3

I CALL MY STYLE RAPSCA MUSIC.®

I offer a unique style of Rapso (once the subject of criticism) that is influenced by many genre of music. I call my style Thunder Talk / Rapsca Music.

Thunder Talk incorporates the 'Robber Talk Style', the 'Speed Rap Style' and the 'Poetry Style'. I often flavour my lyrics with Patois (A dialect of French, Spanish and Yoruba). My words are interesting and thought provoking, often of human interest for the mature minded.

With good lyrics for the listener and exciting music for the restless who can ask for more?

Rapsca Music is the music style. It is organic music and maintains some traditional rapso elements. It is a blend of our indigenous music.

Rapsca music is for the brave-heartened, the man or woman with an opinion, a point of view and a belief in God. One must have in his or her heart the desire to stand up for the weak, for the deprived and for the oppressed knowing that there is a price to be payed for such bravery.


Dance halls are ideal places to spread good propaganda.

Jah bless.

NOW IT'S RAPSCA TIME!!!!

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 MEH ALBUMS.

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De Original RAH FIKI-I the RAPSCA artist intent on changing the world. "RAPSCA Music come to stay."

De Original RAH FIKI-I offers a fresh and exciting flavour of party, festival and conscious music.

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  1. De Original RAH FIKI-I RAPSCA Music Videos:- a collection of music videos and live performances.
  2. RAPSCA LOVERS: Considered by many to be an unbelievably refreshing love experience.
  3. THE READING: In great demand by intellectuals.
  4. RAPSCA LOVE: Heavily pirated worldwide.
(Mini Album) OLE TIME TING 2011.
  1. Up and Down.
  2. Doux Doux.
  3. Shake It.
  4. Empress.
  5. In The Garden At Night.
  6. Dance Baby Baby.
NEW SINGLES 2012.
  1. Zombie on Jombie.
CARNIVAL RELEASES 2008.
  1. Mus' Play.
  2. Medicine Ball.
  3. Cocoa Scorpion.
  4. Money Doe Care.
NEW SINGLES 2009.
  1. It can only get better.
NEW SINGLES 2011.
  1. In The Garden At Night.
  2. War and Peace.
  3. Joy. (Jump for joy.)

 ZOMBIE LOVE

A totally DIFFERENT album. NEW
ZOMBIE LOVE

1: RAPSCA Music Videos.

1.    This One.

2.    Rapsca BehaveJah

3.    Bajan Girls.

4.    Joey.

5.    Love Is.

6.    When We Were.

7.    Bumsee To Bumsee.

8.    Liki Tang.

9.    Dew Drops.

10.   How I Love You So.

11.   Crimson River.

12.   Hold Me Up.

13.   Empress Story.

14.   Patience.

15.   A.N.U.I.D.

16.   I'll Stand.

17.   He Lives.

18.   Friday Night.

19.   Dirty Jim.

20.   Passion.

2: RAPSCA LOVERS.

1.  Empress Story.

2.  R A P S C A.

3.  Love Is.

4.  When We Were.

5.  Dew Drops.

6.  People.

7.  Your Eyes.

8.  Bajan Girls.

9.  Cause I feel.

10.  Passion.

11.  In The Morning.

12.  Nothing.

13.  Cocoa Scorpion.

14.  Guitar Love.

15:  Thirst for Love.

3: THE READING.

1.  Cockroach In Meh Flour.

2.  Would I?

3.  Patience.

4.  Why Me?

5.  The Character Of Man.

6.  My Daughters.

7.  I Hear babes Cry.

8.  Agony And Pain.

9.  Fall On Something.

10.  God Loves Us.

11.  Sleeping Monkeys.

12.  Yes! The Reading.

13.  Crimson River.

14.  I Am.

15.  Time Passes.

16.  He Lives.

4: RAPSCA LOVE.

1.  This One

2.  Girls Girls

3.  Liki Tang.

4.  Rapsca BehaveLah.

5.  Friday Night.

6.  Joey.

7.  Carnival Time Again

8.  Bumsee To Bumsee.

9.  Big People Word.

10.  Meh Woman A Breed.

11.  Jim.

12.  I'll Stand.

13.  How I Love You So.

14.  Hold Me Up.

15.  A.N.U.I.D.

Copyright © 2003. Patrick S. Douglas, RAPSCA Publishing.

 Copyright songs through the years. Poems are not listed here. 

But I Don't Know What's Broken

In Trinidad and Tobago

Never Again

Bloody Marie

For Women Only

Saturday Sunday

Suckyouna

Bumsee Tax

Lovers' Regret

Awakening

Whet Thing

Zombie On Jumbie

Up and Down

Bad Man

In The Garden At Night.

War and peace.

It Can Only Get Better.

Your Eyes.

Love Is.

Would I?

Fall On Something

Bajan Girls.

Dance Hall Dolly

Passion.

Sleeping Monkeys.

Why Me?

Cause I feel.

Bluesoaph.

Mus' Play.

In The Morning.

He Lives.

My Daughters.

A.N.U.I.D.

Nothing.

Girls Girls.

Jumbie Rhythm

Patience.

Yes!The Reading.

Empress Story.

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The Character Of Man.

Joy

Medicine Ball.

Rapsca BehaveJah.

Money Doe Care.

Thirst for Love.

RAPSCA

Agony's Ease

Dew Drops.

People.

How I Love You So.

Carnival Time Again

This One.

Passion.

Love Is A Feeling.

Empress Story.

Hold Me Up

Guitar Love.

Friday Night.

Cockroach In Meh Flour.

Big People Word.

Bumsee To Bumsee

I Am.

Agony And Pain.

An Abused Child

Meh Woman A Breed.

Cocoa Scorpion.

Jim.

God Loves Us.

Bim Bam!Crimson River.

He Lives.

Bumsee To Bumsee.

When We Were.

Love Is.

I'll Stand.

Time Passes.

La Lay.

I Just Didn't Know How To Say It.

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 MEH LYRICS. 

REFLECTION.

"The condition I give most credit to for the enrichment of my life is the struggle that has been the nourishment; the fertiliser. The struggle that has thrown me off many desired paths and destroyed many dreams. The struggle that forced me to be heedless of danger, thinking carelessly of dread. The struggle that taught me loneliness is ideal because I am OK. The broken dreams and failures that cycles through my life is the manure I walk on, play with, despise, that brings me all the joy in my heart to know that the shit I have been through divinely positioned me at this moment in my life to be happy. And to be happy because, I know as I continue to live there will be a lot more fertiliser to enrich my life, because, the struggle is ongoing as life itself is until it is no more." - Patrick S. Douglas.

MEH LYRICS.

All songs are written by Patrick S. (De Original Rah Fiki-I) Douglas. All sound tracks are composed and executive produced by Patrick (De Original Rah Fiki-I) Douglas.

19: BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S BROKEN; 18: BIRDS OF A FEATHER; 17: IF IT IS THE WILL OF GOD; 16: BIM! BAM!; 15: LOVERS' REGRET; 14: BUMSEE TAX; 13: MY DARLING SUPER FOREMAN; 12: HE COME TO LEARN NOTTIN; 11: RASTA FALL ON SOMETHING; 10: SAY I SORRY?; 9: BIG PEOPLE WORD; 8: RAPSCA BEHAVEJAH; 7: MEH WOMAN A BREED; 6: FRIDAY NIGHT; 5: JOEY (BACCHUS' FARE); 4: CARNIVAL TIME AGAIN; 3: BUMSEE TO BUMSEE; 2: AGONY AND PAIN; 1: I'LL STAND.

19: BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S BROKEN. ©.

Don't tell them they messed up.

Just fix everything for them.

Rearrange your life.

Forget your own dreams

Abandon your responsibilities.

Just fix it for them.

Die so they can live.

And they are angry because you don't care.

Don't tell them they messed up.

Just fix it for them.

18: BIRDS OF A FEATHER. ©.

VERSE 1:

Birds of a feather must stick together

A beer bottle cyar sell wine

Yuh cyar sell rumcork to a child.

If you can see yuh cyar be blind

VERSE 2:

So yuh say yuh know Rah Fiki. Whoe!

Well I doe care wey yuh say. Whoe!

If yuh think yuh know look what yuh do. Whoe!

Every thing yuh do for pappyshow. Whoe.

END.

17: IF IT IS THE WILL OF GOD. ©.

VERSE 1:

If it is the will of God, then it is the duty of man.

Yes I see a reason for the struggle.

The thieves and the liars, the hustle and bustle.

For man to enter Heaven he must be pure.

VERSE 2:

And so God started the revolution

Time, space and matter gone into confusion.

He rock back and watch everything settle.

The chaff the solar wind blew away

VERSE 3:

The fire wey it cause, the sparks we see as stars

And when the matter did settle, earth.

Temawe.

When this earth settles heaven.

END.

16: BIM! BAM! ©.

CHORUS:

I Am that I am so I'll stay as I Am.

As I Am that I Am I don't care a dam! Bim! Bam!

CHORUS:

VERSE 1:

Let me tell you man and woman.

You think that I am an evilous man

Got no ambition. Dreadlocks on meh head

So yuh try to kill meh dead.

But the sea is a live, and I go rise like the tide.

Big-up meh tribe. Sing meh lullaby

Care for meh child. Love meh woman.

Why?

CHORUS

VERSE 2:

Yuh cyar look meh in meh eye.

Yuh full ah shame, tell meh why?

Yuh try to poison meh tribe, but the drugs gone wild.

The sins of the father go fall on the child.

The sins of the father go fall on the child.

Yuh murder one black ten ah dem come back,

To launch an attack. 

Voices cry out rat-a-tat-a-tat!

More load on yuh back!

CHORUS

VERSE 3:

Fatal religions, wicked decisions.

corrupt politicians. Misplaced ambition. 

Pure fanaticism!

Erratic conclusions, war mongers on a mission,

Massive destruction, human annihilation, 

Ozone depletion, deforestation,

Marine pollution, massive starvation, 

Mass migration of the human population.

Events of the day mentioned in Revelations! 

CHORUS:

VERSE 4:

Little black boy, yuh think that is meh name.

Well, a big black man that's who I am.

Education is the key to all liberty, so black man should read  black history.

Read how they underdeveloped Africa,

Read how they enslaved our people, raped and plundered.

They stole from the mother land. No please, no thanks.

Then waged their wars with bombs and tanks.

They spread diseases they got from animals.

hear them say. "Dog is man's best friend."

But I man say "Jah is man's best friend."

"Jah created heaven, earth and all the children."

But they deny Him His name when evolution they proclaimed!

CHORUS:

VERSE 4:

The Caribs, the Arawaks, the Tasmanians, they were proud people.

they once walked upon this land enjoying the bounty of mother earth.

But the voices of Caribs and Arawaks are no more. 

Tasmanian skulls litter museum floors.

They chose to die to find a place in the sky.

The whip and humiliation brought tears to their eyes.

The pain and suffering, the slings and arrows,

Voices from the grave tell me of their sorrows.

The giant pine tree with a heart that's hollow,

Shall fall when the wind of change blow.

In this violent storm of racial confusion,

Empty vessels make a noisy commotion.

But the oak shall stand, unmoved, ever resilient

And the drums shall beat a song triumphant.

END

15: LOVERS' REGRET ©.

VERSE 1.

My tears tell the story, where I’ve been and what I’ve seen

The story, what I’ve learned, what I have forgotten.

The streams, my dreams; the rapids, my deeds.

My tears tell the story of love and lovers regret

VERSE 2.

I would hide my life; my tears, if only I could

I would not be born and for this all would be good.

To not have lived would be best to save my heart

Never to rise and war. Never to be set apart.

VERSE 3.

My tears tell the story of darkness, so dim

My heart echoes the silence. Once there was sound

My mouth has kissed lips so full, so wet

My arms reached out as my eyes openly wept.

VERSE 4.

Blank pages I turn, so is their worth.

Mournful sounds the pen can’t describe.

Wrinkled pages once soaked with my life

Dog-eared pages I review each night.

VERSE 5.

Drops that fill a pale as I railed

No end in sight. Blurry-eyed twilight nights

Lonely seconds the minutes count and adds the hour.

Lovers enjoy each other have kids and shower together

VERSE 6.

My tears tell the story, where I’ve been and what I’ve seen

The story of my dreams and of my deeds.

The story, what I’ve learned, what I have forgotten.

My tears tell the story of love never begotten.

END.


14: BUMSEE TAX ©.

VERSE 1.

Carnival have colour carnival have class

Plenty sexy women even men in drag

Big box big sound the best on the road

King and queen done crown. I done take meh throne

CHORUS

Wine on a bamsee back back

Keep on rollin don’t stop

Wine on a bamsee back back

Keep on jamming nonstop.

Wine on a bumsee back back

Keep on jamming cock it up.

Wine on a bumsee back back

Down low then up

VERSE 2.

4 o’clock in de dark, de thing does start.

Jouvais time for mud mass

Jumbalassy Jab Jab and bat.

Long time had Minstrel black and white with hat.

VERSE 3.

A-a Maybell and she friend Patsy

Today is payback for all de money

Only teeth dem smiling dey cyar vex at all.

All is forgiven bumsee tax pay all

VERSE 4.

Ah drunk like a fish in de ocean of love

A army ah sailors powder white with gloves

Stoking the fire things getting hot

De sea getting rough o’man give it up

VERSE 5.

It have plenty thief watch yuh bamsee

Some dress like priest go steal yuh cherry

Postmaster General with post in hand

When the night time fall watch yuh bam bam.

END.

13: MY DARLING SUPER FOREMAN ©.

“I don't know what to tell yuh.” the foreman say.

If yuh see she fling she hand.

Yuh see when yuh come home tired from work.

A put a fluffy slipper on yuh foot.

To the bubble bath to disappear de dirt

I know that yuh legs are tired and yuh shoulders hurt

A white towel awaits, then straight to de plate.

On de table dat a lay what an array.

Creamed potato with yam and sauce.

Sweet potato, rice, carrot,

Beet, plantain, prunes in milk.

Mauby. Oranges peeled and pegged.

A shandy, punch and home made wine.

Take yuh time and taste when yuh done honey

Yuh go thief to give me money

And when yuh realize how light I is in bed.

Yuh go work hard till yuh dead.

My darling super foreman.

END.

12: HE COME TO LEARN NOTTIN ©.

VERSE 1.

He eh come to learn nottin.

He come to do science.

I tell him use yuh heart.

He come to study pan music.

To analize its healing property.

I tell him “Use yuh heart”

To determine the unifying factor.

I tell him “Use yuh heart”

VERSE 2.

He say all humans come from one man.

I corrected him.

Because he is confused.

He don’t know the basic truth?

VERSE 3.

How could he understand

The healing properties of music?

That which existed from time of creation.

A sound.

Now long gone now forgotten.

Reverberated through the cosmos.

Making way for calm.

Not capitalism.

Not communism.

Not socialism.

Not even democracy.

Calm.

Sounds of percussive steel pleases the spirit.

As it permeates moist flesh.

Cleansing bad vibes.

Retuning the key to life.

Energising and soothing the awakening.

God’s pleasure. 

VERSE 4.

He eh come to learn nottin.

He come to do science.

I tell him use yuh heart.

He come to study pan music.

To analize its healing property.

I tell him “Use yuh heart”

To determine the unifying factor.

I tell him “Use yuh heart”

END.

11: RASTA FALL ON SOMETHING ©.

CHORUS.

Rastafari fall on something

Wisdom greater than gold coins and sexing

Knowing Jah so great and suffering so long

‘Til Holy water moisten meh tongue

VERSE 1.

Rastafari business booming

Yet Rah Fiki-I still dey suffering

Money spent for knowledge is money well spent

Is better to own and not to rent

Pirate distributing CDs by boxes

Techno toys for Jin’s idle hands paradox is a joke

Starlin say “De more dey gun down de more dey come.”

Pirate-Lal say “De thiefing cyar done, cyar done cyar done.”

CHORUS

Rastafari fall on something

Wisdom greater than gold coins and sexing

Knowing Jah so great and suffering so long

‘Til Holy water moisten meh tongue

VERSE 2.

De Oracle work a miracle to do multiplication

Pink and yellow hair, a small vest for a brazier

‘Oman like dat, man like the same thing

Ice cream in cone or dripping hot boil corn

Is a Matrix scene, dis ting eh fuh real?

Jah bless de thief and suffer de honest

Put sores on the innocent and kill babies

Suffer de little children to come on to Thee 

CHORUS.

Rastafari fall on something

Wisdom greater than gold coins and sexing

Knowing Jah so great and suffering so long

‘Til Holy water moisten meh tongue

VERSE 3.

Such beauty the trees on the hillside

Beautiful is the smiling face

Such beauty the waves on the sea

When it washes the rocks or crashes in caves

What joy the sound of laughter

To hear a baby’s first cries, knowing it’s alive

There is food and shelter for a lifetime

Don’t have to watch my clothes on the line

CHORUS..

Rastafari fall on something

Wisdom greater than gold coins and sexing

Knowing Jah so great and suffering so long

‘Til Holy water moisten meh tongue

END.

10: SAY I SORRY? ©.

VERSE 1.

Yuh know mey mouth bitter

Is so much hurt and pain I hold inside

Yes, ah want to blast through the airwaves

And meh intension’s honorable

Now meh words hurting the children

And a tired say a sorry

To start over again to go through the same old pain

A tired say a sorry I eh saying a sorry again

VERSE 2.

The best dey suppress for the rest to progress

Only the best can enjoy eternal reruns

Serpents. Curvaceous figures tempt I on MTV BET ETC

No maidens pure for marriage, together forever

Poster paint cheaper dan mascara. I want a manikin

Look, boldface grieving sibling mobs gather

Fatherless traitors to our democracy

I eh go say I sorry

VERSE 3.

Dey try to cut Marmu's throat. Dey try to kill him dead!

Jus to thief he car ,to run de place red

To get some blues. Dem boys need threads

It having a big concert, they could make a big killing

Is gold chain, diamond ring. VISA gold!

Doe try stop meh. Gluck doe carry safety

Yuh see this beauty beside me? She’s the booty for the looty

Doe test booty looty she is trained to shooty

Do yuh see? I eh go say I sorry.

END.

9: BIG PEOPLE WORD ©.

A reply, amidst the silence, to all the controversy surrounding Iwa George’s bottom in the road (1998). I suggest to the soca artist, clean up your act.

VERSE 1.

Fright, fright in me life, they attack she sister, now they want meh wife.

Fright, fright in me life, they attack she sister, now they want meh wife.

Well they try to ban the bottom, well every body know, but the bumsee running wild, what they go do?

Not a stir in the night, not a whisper, bumsee come from the house of rapso.

Resistance, Karega, brothers, time to laugh, rapso don’t need no pass.

When I was a little boy I couldn’t say bottom, otherwise is licks, licks, on meh bottom.

Meh tongue slip, granny face get long, she grabbed a cake a blue soap and scrubbed out meh tongue.

That is big people word she would tell me, so when the worms tickle, I had to say bumsee.

That is big people word she would tell me, so when the worms tickle, I had to say bumsee.

Yuh know what she mean?

CHORUS 1.

Big people word is bottom. Bottom! Bottom! Bottom!

Little people word is bumsee. Bumse! Bumsee! Bumsee!

Big people word is bottom. Bottom! Bottom! Bottom!

Little people word is bumsee. Bhumse! Bumsee! Bumsee!

Well we want to keep we culture! We want to keep it clean! So sing the chorus, and come in!

Big people word is bottom. Bottom! Bottom! Bottom!

Little people word is bumsee. Bumsee! Bumsee! Bumsee!

VERSE 2.

Too much violence on the TV screen, so let we take a look at the music scene.

It seems to me every body gone wild. 90% ah them on party vibes.

Han in a the air! Han in a the air! Chock, chock, palm, palm, roof, roof!

A young calypsonian I respect and honor, go win the award for the most vulgar soca.

It have no prophet, no messenger, so they better take example from Jamaica.

Jamaica done feel we in trouble already, they send a physician. Here comes Bini!

He ain’t no doctor, the cough can’t cure, run quick, bring the bush doctor.

Zebba-peak, Zebba-farm, dittae-paye, fever grass, chandelier, shadow bene.

All them thing is good bush remedy, so they better take a bath for they malady.

CHORUS 2.

Big people word is bottom. Bottom! Bottom! Bottom!

Little people word is bumsee. Bumse! Bumsee! Bumsee!

Big people word is bottom. Bottom! Bottom! Bottom!

Little people word is bumsee. Bumse! Bumsee! Bumsee!

Well I like the soca to jump and swing, but put a little message in the thing.

Big people word is bottom. Bottom! Bottom! Bottom!

Little people word is bumsee. Bumsee! Bumsee! Bumsee!

VERSE 3.

There is no paradigm in what a say, see youths run, see youths play. 

Real gun, real knife.    Ice pick and acid to out your light.

All this wining round and round, what goes up must come down.

16, 17, behind bar, 12, 13, young mothers.

So you silence the lamb with cable TV, but you ain’t waking up to see what they see.

Don’t rant and rave, save the carets, don’t feel shame, your granddaughter name Kay.

While you sleeping there with a smile, prophecy fulfilled, child making child.

Sing of love and splendor. Sing to stop the hunger.

When the rainbow in the sky, the soil is damp, grab your hoe start to plant.

Nurture the youth help them grow. Granny say after joy is sorrow.

CHORUS 3 .

Big people word is bottom. Bottom! Bottom! Bottom!

Little people word is bumsee. Bumse! Bumsee! Bumsee!

Big people word is bottom. Bottom! Bottom! Bottom!

Little people word is bumsee. Bumse! Bumsee! Bumsee!

Well we want to keep the children out a jail! Censer the lyrics that a put in!

Big people word is bottom. Bottom! Bottom! Bottom!

Little people word is bumsee. Bumsee! Bumsee! Bumsee!

VERSE 4.

Forgive me fellas if you find a blunt, but it’s time to start the witch hunt.

Time to stop all the shick-o-nayin, check your lyrics, what you saying.

Just for the money, the root to all evil, look what you doing to my black people.

Is chook it, jam it, ram it, dam it, it ain’t have enough water to cool the heat.

Blaming the system, you help create, all the delinquency all the hate.

Man killing man, now he chock out she eye if you spit in the sky it go fall in your eye.

You sang about apartheid, Botha surrender, time to sing about love and splendor.

3 Canal say the people know, but what they know is what I want to know.

We go do this together, the jam is forever, save little popo for a brighter tomorrow.

CHORUS 4.

Big people word is bottom. Bottom! Bottom! Bottom!

Little people word is bumsee. Bumse! Bumsee! Bumsee!

Big people word is bottom. Bottom! Bottom! Bottom!

Little people word is bumsee. Bumse! Bumsee! Bumsee!

Stop passing the buck, hold on to your truck, but if it reverse, that’s your luck.

Big people word is bottom. Bottom! Bottom! Bottom!

Little people word is bumsee. Bumsee! Bumsee! Bumsee!

END.

Copyright © 2003. Patrick S. Douglas 1998.

8: RAPSCA BEHAVEJAH ©.

Celebrates a new rapso rhythm flavored with soca and having an old rapso attitude. Rapsca Music.

CHORUS.

If you feel to jump up, jump up.

If you feel to rock back, rock back!

If you feel to lie back, relax.

If you feel to make love, do that.

If you feel to get down, wine down!

If you feel to sing, then sing along!

Sing to the new rapso rhythm.

Sing for the love, for the children.

Aaaah... Yeh!

VERSE 1.

Aye the music going none-stop!

So take out your rag and jump up.

Hold on to a woman and love up.

You have no woman, man, just free up!

This new rapso flavor.

Promotes a new kind a behavior.

A new music straight from the savior.

I present a commanding behavior! 

I preaching love not anger. 

Giving nourishment not hunger. 

I am a rapso commander. 

Want you to know that the war not over. 

People thought I was in exile. 

But ah come out under new disguise. 

Come to teach every child. 

Time to get tame and stop run wild and...

CHORUS.

VERSE 2.

I come to cause a big disturbance!

Come to rearrange your conscience.

Come! Ah say feel my presence.

Because I am your humble servant!

This' the season for love not war.

A want to know, what you’re fighting for? 

When you see meh come down from the hill.

See meh hug up Jack, see meh hug up Jill. 

If you see meh rolling in tar. 

Meh hand dirty but it in the cookie jar. 

A rolling on she, have she balling wah! 

Wah-wah-wah-wah! Wah-wah-wah! 

But she holding on real tight. 

And all this is to my delight. 

She in front and I behind. 

If you see she loving she I man!

CHORUS.

BRIDGE.

Well you know how the thing does go! 

Rapso behavior, Trinbago! 

Behavior time on the count of four!

1! 2! 3! 4! 

If you feel to uh!

If you feel to aye! Aye!

If you feel to (Laugh!)

If you feel to Jah!

If you feel to get down, wine down!

If you feel to sing then sing along!

Sing to the new rapso rhythm. 

Sing for the love, for the children. 

Aaaah… Yeh!

VERSE 3.

You can do just as I do. 

Find a woman thick like coocoo. 

Tell she baby darling dodo. 

I want to dance with you. 

She could never refuse you. 

Cause you know you good with the voodoo. 

But if the woman ignore you. Huh! 

Don’t let she confuse you. 

Women like ants in the dance. 

Hold another one and jump and prance. 

And if your mind start to drift in a trance. 

E’nt you know it’s the time for romance.

Monkey see, monkey do.

I want you share the love right through. 

And just as you know that the sky is blue.

I want you shout out Jah loves you.

CHORUS.

VERSE 4.

To all who speak Chinese!

Yoruba and the Hindi!

What we want is U N I T Y.

Peace and love in T&T!

Them politicians them is fraud.

Sing dey song then fly abroad.

Leave we in the mess ha’ we bawling oh meh Lord!

Trying to figure out wey we went wrong.

I beg you listen to what I say.

Believe in Jah he will show you the way.

He is the way the truth and the light.

Stop the war! Stop the fight!

To all them youths in secondary.

Big-up yourself in university.

Ah want you to know that knowledge is the key.

Put it in your brain and then party.

CHORUS.

Aye the music going none-stop!

So take out your rag and jump up!

Hold on to a woman and love up!

You have no woman, just free up!

END.

7: MEH WOMAN A BREED ©.

For me, rapso is an art form that is natural to the people of Trinidad and Tobago and all Africans in general. Rapso is a wonderful form of expression within our oral tradition. Today, rapso ‘The woman’, is breeding and bringing forth many new children into her world, thanks to the love and the nurturing by the forefathers. My style is called 'Rapsca Music Thunder Talk" a hybrid sound.

INTRO:

Well A want to sing meh song, but meh neighbor giving trouble. 

A get so mad man a draw for meh pistil. 

She so damn macocious like a wicked old frog. 

Man a better do meh song in a dialog.

VERSE 1 

You see, ah have a woman, a positive one. 

A sweet Nubian with an ambition. 

She takes care of me, all the children. 

When she give me the love, it’s a Rapso rhythm. 

You know Rapso pattern, Rapso style. 

When the baby born Rapso child. 

Can’t ask for nothing more, no way, no how, no time. 

The rhythm that she give me does drive me wild, because.

CHORUS.

Meh woman a breed. 

Cause she nah use nothing to hold down no seed. 

No pill, no injection she take. 

Cause if she would a do that straight out me would a left. Again. 

Meh woman a breed. 

Cause she nah use nothing to hold down no seed. 

No pill, no injection she nah take. 

Cause if she would a do that straight out me would a left.

VERSE 2.

Ronnie, 3 Canal, them done come already.

This is a new style from the man they call Dougie.

A come to rule the city, the town and the country.

Watch all them women and them how they rush me.

But the rhythm that they offer, that can’t arouse me.

Not like meh Nubian who sweet and she sexy. 

So they better change their beat, if they want to be sweet. 

Cause infertile styles can’t generate heat. Because!

CHORUS.

VERSE 3.

Corn hox Marry say a getting horn.

Left, right, center, all around. 

Man a get so mad again man a draw for meh pistil. 

She say call some names and then she go whistle. 

Resistance, Karega…. "Them is elders." 

Attaklan, Kindred…. "True, true warriors." 

Three Canal…. "They hot like fire." 

Dwayne and Anna…. "They coming with thunder."

VERSE 4.

Well, man is man, should I go on. 

Sometimes we fellas does like to horn. 

A say a take a peep, at the dub and meringue. 

Put meh hand, to touch the rock and the country. 

A danced to the waltz but she too slow for me. 

So a had to find something else, to please meh body. 

It was right here, in T & T. 

The Rapso and the soca did it for me.

CHORUS.

VERSE 5.

In the light of the moon I first heard her tune. 

I fell in love right away it was the month of June. 

I whispered two utterances and very soon. 

I took her out to dinner, fed her with a spoon. 

I asked about her daddy but she say daddy had died. 

So her mother, blessed the knot that we tied. 

Now we living in a castle down Lancelot Lane. 

Enjoying we days, watching we children playing. Because!

CHORUS.

DIALOG VERSE.

Rapso lady. 

Give me the thing in side a your belly. 

Well I love meh cokey-eyed K-foot woman. 

I go stay by she side till meh days a done.

Rapso lady.

Give me the thing in side a your belly. 

Etty you jealous cause she belly big again. 

For your man you better buy two case a Ginseng.

Rapso lady.

Give me the thing in side a your belly.

It’s the love in she eye whey ha she cokey.

The K-foot come from carrying baby.

Rapso lady.

Give me the thing in side a your belly.

I don’t care if all she teeth rotting.

It’s not bo-bo-foot its polka dot stocking.

Rapso lady.

Give me the thing in side a your belly.

A knows you wandering, why she like a dumpling.

Is all the housework, and all the ramping.

Rapso lady.

Give me the thing in side a your belly.

Etty you and your ugly family.

Stop provoking meh sole I ain’t go leave meh lady.

END.

6: FRIDAY NIGHT ©.

The 'Jean and Dina' of rapso, doe doubt it!

INTRO:

Trinbago, the land of carnival and bacchanal.

Now hear this one!

Friday night well the lime now start.

Man wallet fat, fat, fat.

Them women come to launch an attack.

Rat-a-tat-a-tat, rat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat. Girls!

Shoo shoo-shoo-shoo shoo-shoo shoo-shoo shoo. (Repeat 4 times)

VERSE 1.

Auntie Maybelle and Patsy she friend, 

Went out together looking for men. 

They come across two men who had money to spend for so, 

One jump up and bawl let we go. 

To a bar not far, right down the street, 

Where the price is steep but the music sweet. 

Well they wined, they dined, they drank and got drunk. 

They rolled up a spliff smoke down the funk. 

Auntie Maybelle got high like a kite. 

She knocked down the two men who thought they were bright. 

They then walked off, had nothing to lose.

Didn’t spend a cent, drank plenty booze.

The two a them went and sit by a table.

One disabled while the other one unable to talk.

Much less to see she walk.

And she stagger, she stagger, she stagger, she stagger, aye!

CHORUS 1.

Friday night men pocket full a bills.

Them women come down from the hills.

Like beach towels, to dry man pocket.

They don’t’ even care if they cause a racket, again!

Friday night man wallet fat.

Them jaggerbat women in they big straw hat.

Leaches on feet, is money they want.

With their no-teeth smiles always on the hunt. Girls!

Shoo shoo-shoo-shoo shoo-shoo shoo-shoo shoo. (Repeat 4 times).

VERSE 2.

Well it had a lot of love in the atmosphere. 

Drinking going on here and there. 

Now, picture Maybelle drinking stout. 

When it leave she hand, teeth fall out a mouth. 

Across the room, “sshwing” like a shuttle. 

It’s a bird it’s a plane too late was a bottle. 

Bash! In a corner the unfortunate. 

One-foot Harold picking up he plate. 

Picking up his what? Picking up his plate. 

Well his brother was there, and  his son was there. 

The bacchanal turned into a nightmare. 

Back to back ready to defend.

Auntie Maybelle and Patsy she friend. 

They draw for dey high-heels like sword and gun. 

Revved-up their “P-2” started to run. 

Around the corner, just like Atto Boldon!

CHORUS.

You all in me face can’t hear what you say. 

Shoo shoo-shoo-shoo shoo-shoo shoo-shoo shoo.

My name is Patrick it is not Barclay's. 

Shoo shoo-shoo-shoo shoo-shoo shoo-shoo shoo. 

Don’t deal with Commerce or commodities. 

Shoo shoo-shoo-shoo shoo-shoo shoo-shoo shoo. 

A Royal republican, that’s not me. 

Shoo shoo-shoo-shoo shoo-shoo shoo-shoo shoo.

VERSE 3.

Don’t want to hear no problem, you done smoke up your funk. 

If it’s a raise you want? Ah have a jack in the trunk.

Yea! You sweet like the wine, but you shape like the bottle. 

Ah can’t hear the music the base or the treble. 

Meh shoe done clean, like you getting obscene. 

A feel the police go intervene. 

Like you deaf! You can’t hear what ah say. 

‘Ibo’ pump up the volume let the music play.

Music solo. 

Shoo shoo-shoo-shoo shoo-shoo shoo-shoo shoo. (Repeat 4 times)

VERSE 4.

It’s Friday night, and they come out to lime.

Between the both a them not a penny not a dime. 

They ready to rob somebody. 

Child-food money, well things can’t get worse. 

Here comes a victim, thin tall and handsome. 

To execute their plan they chat down the man. 

They drag him in the alley, soften him like jelly. 

The same old usual thing is the norm. 

Two ‘Soucouyant Princess’ waiting to spawn. 

Then gets down on he money like a raging storm. 

Mission accomplished, weekend go be better. 

They have the money for the rum and soda. 

Don’t worry about the children them aren’t going to suffer. 

Meh momma and meh poppa gonna see ‘bout dey supper. 

It’s Friday night, time to misbehave! 

Who ain’t badly wounded going to their grave!

CHORUS 1.

Friday night men pocket full a bills. 

Them women come down from the hills. 

Like beach towels, to dry man pocket. 

They don’t’ even care if they cause a racket, again! 

Friday night man wallet fat. 

Them jaggerbat women in they big straw hat. 

Leaches on feet, is money they want. 

With their no-teeth smiles always on the hunt. Girls! 

Shoo shoo-shoo-shoo shoo-shoo shoo-shoo shoo. (Repeat 4 times).

CHORUS 2.

You all in me face can’t hear what you say. 

Shoo shoo-shoo-shoo shoo-shoo shoo-shoo shoo. 

My name is Patrick it is not Barclay's. 

Shoo shoo-shoo-shoo shoo-shoo shoo-shoo shoo. 

Don’t deal with Commerce or commodities. 

Shoo shoo-shoo-shoo shoo-shoo shoo-shoo shoo. 

A Royal republican, that’s not me. Sing!

Shoo shoo-shoo-shoo shoo-shoo shoo-shoo shoo.

CHORUS 1.

END.

5: JOEY (BACCHUS' FARE) ©.

VERSE 1

This is not another Susan song.

So all yuh don’t get me wrong.

But the story must be told.

How Bacchus took this soul.

This God of confusion.

Spare time is taking possession.

Of unsuspecting virgins.

Beware of the song He sings.

Susan was a little child.

She was so meek and mild.

It was in February.

Susan starter acting crazy.

I heard her mother say.

A spirit took her away.

I recall from memory.

Susan heard this melody.

CHORUS 

Wake up children, this is bacchanal. 

Get up people, time to start the festival.

Pore down a cold lager beer.

Forget troubles do not have a care.

VERSE 2

Jump up wave yuh rag.

Fuck the British burn de flag.

Parliament takes a holiday.

Free speech, starting Jouvais.

Suzan was in misery.

Couldn’t control she own body.

Bacchus was in full possession.

Of her soul from dusk to dawn.

She mother went Morouga.

To get help from papa Nissa.

But she was turned away.

These are the words that papa say.

Woman yuh just wasting time.

The power is not mine.

With Bacchus is do or die.

Susan mother start to cry.

CHORUS

BRIDGE

Bacchus say to jump. Jump.

Bacchus say to wine. Wine.

Bacchus say to touch yuh toe.

De man say to stay just so.

Bacchus say to jump. Jump.

Bacchus say to wine. Wine.

Bacchus say he coming.

He say he coming and he coming and he coming and he coming.

CHORUS

VERSE 3

I saw her baptism.

Susan wine like she never christen.

Earthquake, jello in a bowl.

Curvaceous legs concealed her soul.

It’s the music it’s the melody.

I feel it’s the devil in she.

Some unfortunate going to jail.

Poor fellow no bail.

Some drink, some smoke.

Care less ‘bout the  children , more ‘bout de coke.

Stress in dey life so they beat dey wife.

But when yuh young, yuh know, life nice.

Susan yuh know yuh formula?

Pii R squared equal area.

What about yuh literature?

This too will pass mister.

CHORUS

VERSE 3 

Villagers showed concern. 

They all tried to save de girl.

Still today the story is told.

Of a stranger who took control.

When he told her jump, she jumped.

When he told her wine, she wined.

He told her to wave she rag.

He told her to behave bad.

Long ago Bacchus took only one.

But today like all that done.

When I playing meh mass down town.

A look around, a can’t find one.

Today it’s a big mystery. 

No more virgins in de city.

Like Bacchus he gone crazy.

He gone and bring he whole family.

END.

4: CARNIVAL TIME AGAIN ©.

Celebrating the last millennium of celebrations. Carnival lives on.

CHORUS 1

Never let your troubles keep you down. (Carnival! Carnival)

Hold your head up high and be strong.

When you are encumbered, by the struggle on life’s road, remember!

Jah prepares a shoulder for the load. (Carnival! Carnival!)

VERSE 1.

We survived the new millennium.

Carnival time come back around.

Pressure and pain, we all have some.

So this Carnival we go jump and get on.

If your heart full a love but your pockets empty.

(Rejoice!) Carnival! Carnival!

Thank the lord for small mercies.

(Rejoice!) Carnival! Carnival!

Ces’t la vies! Ces’t la vies!

(Rejoice!) Carnival! Carnival!

Carnival is for all ah we.

Rich and poor everybody!

CHORUS 2.

I say its Carnival time again. (Carnival! Carnival!)

Raise your voice and sing a sweet refrain.

We survived the stress and strain. Rejoice let our voices sing.

Because its Carnival time again.

VERSE 2.

Come down to the Carnival party.

Check out the culture time to be happy.

Pump up the volume we in Music City.

Its Carnival time again. Beat the drum!

Bring de cutter man. Bring de baseman.

(Rejoice!) Carnival! Carnival!

De limbo dancer, the tambu-bamboo band.

(Rejoice!) Carnival! Carnival!

Barbarossa Poison the master Minshall.

(Rejoice!) Carnival! Carnival!

Take a jump take a jump all man and o’man.

Wine and get on! Man wine and get on!

CHORUS 2.

BRIDGE.

We survived the Y1K.

Carnival compliant Y2K.

So get ready to jump.

Ready to leave the floor.

(Rejoice!) A want you to jump and sing.

(Rejoice!) Want you to wave and sing.

(Rejoice!) Wave up your flag and thing.

(Rejoice!) Want you to do everything.

Want you jump and sing and wave and thing.

Pull out your flag and rag and sing and thing.

Then jump-jump-jump and wine and thing.

Jump! Jump! Higher and sing!

VERSE 3

It is a love vibe, it in you it in me.

It so sweet, man it edging your teeth.

We spreading the love broad like a smile.

From the mountain to the river, to the seaside.

We thank the Father for the love inside.

(Rejoice!) Carnival! Carnival!

Take a dip in the culture time to baptize.

(Rejoice!) Carnival! Carnival!

Veni, veni, m’voule voiouw.

(Rejoice!) Carnival! Carnival!

Come, come I want to see you now.

Wave your flag and rag jump up in the crowd!

CHORUS 2.

VERSE 4.

Streets full of color mass all around.

The sun and the rain wey make we strong.

The heat and the hammer forged the steel drum.

The spirit of we people expressed in song.

So wave a flag in the air.

(Rejoice!) Carnival! Carnival!

The four o’clock chill in the atmosphere.

(Rejoice!) Carnival! Carnival!

It’s Jouvais morn, we don’t have a care.

(Rejoice!) Carnival! Carnival!

The sun go rise and set, we go still be here.

Hugging up a friend drinking a bear! Aye!

END.

3: BUMSEE TO BUMSEE ©.

Bum-see to Bum-see’ is the Trinidadian’s way, of dealing with infidelity. The plea and the disparate struggle to regain the exclusive privileges in a relationship.

VERSE 1.

I was minding my own business driving in a maxi.

Ah end up macoing two old men talk about a lady.

One was serious the other one looked unhappy.

The sad one well he was relating the story.

Tell he friend, is twenty-two years now that we marry.

And up to year twice a month we going party.

But all that stop since we got a neighbor named Harry.

Like the devil send the man just to make me unhappy.

The woman gone crazy, neglecting her duty.

Ah getting ah burning in meh heart just watching she bumsee.

Remembering when we use to mash up the party.

The two ah we grinding slowly to the.

CHORUS.

Suzy-Q, the jazz the swizzle, and the shibby-sham.

The bumsee-daisy. How ah love that bumsee to bumsee.

Suzy-Q, the jazz the swizzle, and the shibby-sham.

The bumsee-daisy. How ah love that bumsee to bumsee.

VERSE 2.

So you run out meh house with a bucket ah water.

Running to out the neighbor house fire.

While I lying on the bed burning up with desire.

Neglected all alone contemplating disaster.

Woman would you realize your own house on fire.

Don’t you know that this man here, he loves you.

We didn’t get the children from cooking calalloo.

Now you don’t want to dance with me any more.

To do the shibby-shank and the bumsee-daisy girl.

How ah love that bumsee to bumsee.

Remember when we use to chook it in the party.

The two ah we grinding slowly, to the.

CHORUS.

VERSE 3.

Woman it eh good to leave your house and roam.

That kind ah behavior Jah never condone.

Ah hope you ain't following Jane the jaggerbat.

Remember friends go carry you go girl, they don’t bring you back.

But never mind me; I’ll stay with the children.

Because they need me home to comfort them.

The love in my heart is Jah’s gift to my children, and to you.

But I understand how a woman.

Once loving and devoted can be diverted.

When she is frustrated or confused.

Thinking that life is passing her too quickly.

Leaving her behind, making her forget.

What she has in the man right by her side.

Remember the slide?

The shibby-sham and the bumsee-daisy. girl.

How ah love that bumsee to bumsee.

Think about the children and come back to me.

And we go jam it in the party.

CHORUS.

VERSE 4.

Thank you my lover you’ve come to your senses.

Praises to Jah my prayers have been answered.

Now, that the children and I, we all are happy.

We gonna have a family just like Ras Shorty.

Ah say now all the prayers that a pray yes it help me,

Ah going to write the song now for the family.

Ah think it gonna help ah next man get the energy.

And I could still remember what meh granny told me.

She said “marrie tene dent, marrie tene dent.

Marriage have teeth, Lord have mercy, patois.

Marrie tene dent, marrie tene dent.

Marriage have teeth, Patois she told me.

But ah still love the shibby-sham and the bumsee-daisy girl.

How ah love that bumsee to bumsee.

Meh o,man by meh side we gonna mash up the party.

And, have all them maco watch we do the.

CHORUS.

Suzy-Q, the jazz the swizzle, and the shibby-sham.

The bumsee-daisy. How ah love that bumsee to bumsee.

Suzy-Q, the jazz the swizzle, and the shibby-sham.

The bumsee-daisy. How ah love that bumsee to bumsee.

END.

2: AGONY AND PAIN ©.

VERSE 1

Pain, pain agony and pain

Too much vice and corruption polluting meh brain.

The children of the diaspora smoking like a train.

Dey say the rat eat all de cocaine.

Spanish French and Portuguese we go be speaking again.

Yuh catch meh drift. Dem take a shift. Aye!

Political slander, religion’s murder;

Don’t believe it was all a big blunder.

If you succumb de whip go crack like a thunder.

Colonialism comeback again.

Packed like sardines in a tin; no free ride, no skin and grin.

De shine go return to yuh brow. Bare back, bare feet,

Knees bent, breasts hung. Ah new dance in town.

It’s a shame!

CHORUS

Pain, pain, agony and pain.

Too much vice and corruption polluting meh brain.

De children of the diaspora smoking like a choo, choo, choo, choo train.

Agony and pain cocaine flowing through we brain.

Pain, agony and pain.

VERSE 2.

I was taken from my homeland by an evil harlot

A wicked shadow. She took  meh soul,

Hide meh bowl, shared meh fun, I had to run.

Feeling like a done, meh children generation to,

Somebody tell meh what to do?

I say run feet run, but like ah stun.

Like an alien come down and he gun me down.

Sing again!

VERSE 3

How all this happen? Yuh want to know.

De heaping pack a lies that went before.

Sandy soil below meh feet, ketch-ass between meh teeth.

I wore cotton, silk, jewels and bathe in milk.

Then nakedness came, so did pain and shame.

I saw what was on the other side of Heaven.

I experienced the unforgivable.

Condemned and restricted to wear cotton.

No more silk, dem drink meh milk.

Cyar be pretty again. Somebody tell meh what yuh think.

Along de way I walked on pebbles.

Salivating by de mouth I start to dribble.

De ja vous, no, no, no, dat cyar do.

Master say, shock treatment for you.

So he hide meh text, television came next.

Like a cyah escape. He want to break meh neck.

Licks like rain!

VERSE 4

Black man, black mail, black sheep, black anything, dat bad.

White man and ‘oman, dey use to keep we sad.

Black man, never surrender.

Remember de whip waiting to crack like a thunder.

Black woman have pride and dignity.

You must cast off all dem costume jewelry.

We had pure gold and silver back in Africa,

Before they came and enslaved our forefathers.

Black man, think about your children. Treat your women kind.

Remember de blacker de grape de sweeter de wine.

Think again!

END

1: I'LL STAND ©.

This poem is for the healing of the Republic of Trinidad and Tobago and it is also for those who don't want to be healed. (Written by P. S. Douglas and E. Smith).

VERSE 1

If I stand in the way of love? They call me an upset.

If I stand in the way of war? Then I am great.

If I kill a man? They call me a murderer.

Die fighting for my people, my rights, I’m a martyr.

But I’ll stand firm, ‘cause I’ve got a will and it is the will of Jah.

My Father, my alpha and my omega.

I will struggle alone if need be, for what I think is right. All through the darkness of the night.

For with the certainty of dawn, my Jah will provide the light.

CHORUS 1.

I’ll fight for the woman I love, my sweetheart, and I’ll make her my wife.

I’ll fight for the children we’ll have and their right to life.

I’ll struggle alone if need be, all through the darkness all through the night.

For with the certainty of dawn my Jah will provide the light.

VERSE 2.

Time fleets away yet I’ll keep my feet on sacred ground.

Ground the sea of time can’t wash away, can’t wash away.

For I have a purpose and my conviction is strong.

So strong it will last longer than the summer day is long.

For I believe all men are born equal. I believe love weighs heavier than a ton.

I believe children should be loved even when unborn.

So I’ll keep my feet on this sacred ground, mother earth, as she turns on her axis.

Turn mother earth. Turn mother earth. Turn mother earth.

CHORUS 2.

I will fight for equality and justice, for the quality of the righteous.

I’ll fight for all God’s children and for the men whose seed planted them.

I’ll fight for my lover my wife, our children and their right to life.

And I’ll fight for sacred mother earth and for the purity of her heart.

BRIDGE.

Blessed are the children.

Sacred is the mother.

Almighty is the Father.

Jah Rastafari.

VERSE 3.

In this deep, dark, desolate place of hell and damnation,

Anarchy, pain, wars, rumors of wars.

Kidnapping hijacking, carjacking and all that is evil.

There is hope. What else can the struggle be for, if not for love?

And does not love and all that is good always conquer evil? Doesn’t it? Doesn’t it?

So please stand and join hands with me. Let us exit this jungle,

This baron wilderness of hell and pain and anarchy, suffering.

Into light let us please God in his sight. Let us do what we know to be consciously right.

CHORUS 3.

We’ll stand in the way of nothing more than wars. Ooh oui! Nothing more than wars.

We’ll kill nothing more than hate. We’ll kill, nothing more than hate.

We’ll stand by our lovers, our friends. Our lovers and our friends.

And let peace reign for the children. Let it reign for our children.

Oh mama woe ee oh mama woe ee aay! A la na na! Ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh!

Oh mama woe ee oh mama woe ee aay! A la na na! Ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh!

Oh mama woe ee oh mama woe ee aay! A la na na! Ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh!

Oh mama woe ee oh mama woe ee aay! A la na na! Ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh!

END.

TRINI TALK.

Share a Caribbean saying with visitors to this page.

Sayings commonly used in Trinidad and Tobago.

It would be fun to find someone from Trinidad and Tobago to help you put meaning to the phrases I have presented below. I know you will be able to interpret some for yourself. ''Tek some now..."

Advantage never done.

All bottom does need toilet paper.

All skin teet’ eh laugh. (Things might not be what they seem.)

Ask no question and tell no lie.

Bad luck eh danger. (Misfortune is of fate not of planning.)

Basket doh hol’ water.

Better safe than sorry.

Bitter medicine good fuh yuh.

Cat cut yuh tongue?

Cattle horn never too heavy for cattle to carry.

Cobeaux doh eat sponge cake.

Common sense comes before book sense.

Cut eye doh kill.

Chile wey dey on mudder back nah no how road long.

Chile wey doe listen does drink sugar water.

Chile will eat mudder, but mudder cyar eat chile.

Dat an, ah big belly fowl you’ll never see. (That's impossible.)

Dat beat all cockfight.(The greatest thing to happen.)

De more teardrops yuh cry de less yuh pee.

Doe leh yuh lef han know what yuh right han know.

Doe make skylark!

Do so eh like so.

Eat de bread dat de devil knead.

Empty bag cyar stan’ up. Hungry man cyar stan’ up.

Every day yuh ride on jackass back; one day yuh go ha to walk.

Follow-fashion kill monkey-dog.

Fuh yuh news come in coconut shell.

Goat doh make sheep.

God doh sleep.

God does fit back fuh burden.

Gossip is the devils radio.

Han’ go han’ come.

Hard work never kill nobody nah. Is sickness to blame.

Howdy’ an’ t’ankee break no bone. (A good manner is always appreciated.)

I hear better cock dan you crow, an’ still end up in pelau.

If snake come outa bush an’ say ‘snake dey’, - he dey.

If is trouble yuh want then is trouble yuh go get.

I write you off like a bad debt.

Jail eh make to mind dog.

Jail eh make to ripen fig.

Kick meh dog but leave meh wife alone.

Las’ chile does kill de mudder.

Laugh an’ cry does live in de same house.

Licks like peas.

Like meh money is Cockset paper.

Like stick break in yuh ears?

Make sure better dan cocksure.

Man dead, man dey.

Monkey see monkey do.

Never gi’ man basket fuh carry water.

Never mess in de road, cause yuh go pass back and mash it.

Ol' age doe kill.

Ol' creole fowl does eat good.

Ol’ firestick easy to ketch.

Ol’ t’ing does bring new t’ing.

One one egg does full basket.

Pasture boy have nutten to do he wuk obeah.

Pickney w’en dey a’e mudder back nuh know how road long.

Rain doe fall on one man's house.

Rub meh belly- ah go scratch yuh back.

Same t’ing deh snake head dey bow stick.

Sea doh have branch.

Seriously speaking. That eh no joke.

Servant does eat yuh hand and foot but never yuh mind.

Stones doe have eyes.

Sun does run, moon does catch it.

Take in front before in front take yuh.

Take night to make day.

Teeth doe laugh at not tin' good.

Tight like a crapeaud bumsee.

Water more dan flour.

Wet paper could cut meh / yuh.

What dey go’ yuh to rub yuh eat.

What is joke fuh school boy is death fuh crapeaud.

What yuh doe want in yuh backyard yuh does find in yuh bedroom.

When eagle on de grown' with fowl scratching for worms ting bad wid he.

When it rains it pours.

When old woman stoop and young woman peep yuh does say she farce.

When you see me coming up the road, you better walk on the other side.

While the grass growing the cattle/horse starving.

Work doe dead. Man does dead.

Yuh cyar play sailor an’ fraid powder.

Yuh doh catch bee / fly with vinegar.

Yuh happy like a pig in deep shit.

Yuh like a cock with two teeth.

Yuh pee frothing so yuh feel yuh is man.

Zandolie, fin’ yuh hole.

THINGS YOU NEED TO KNOW.

Anchar - East Indian appetizer.

Babash -Alcohol illegally distilled in home-made stills.

Bacchanal - A scandal. Loud noise. Confusion.

Besquenque - Retarded looking, crooked.

Bobo - an open infected sore on one’s body.

Caliwompus - Bent, or disfigured.

Chennet - Small fruit consisting of a thin crisp shell covering a round seed coated with fleshy pulp (meat).

Chickee Chong - A small, hastily constructed frameless paper kite having a paper tail.

Chinkee (eyes) - Small eyes.

Cock Bottom - An exceptionally protruded behind.

Commesse - Confusion associated with arguments; wheeling and dealing; gossip and slander.

Creole - A native having mixed parentage of European and Negro blood.

Cunumunu - A stupid person. An idiot.

Dotish - Foolish, stupid.

Dougla - Mixed East Indian and African parentage.

Eddoes - A ground provision. Edible root.

Fete- A party.

Founkie - Foul smelling, bad odour.

Gon boi! - Go from here!

Horn - When the love of your life becomes involved with someone else.

Hotoetoe - Large amount of something.

Hundred Hole - A kids game played with marbles called tor.

Jeez an ages! - Oh my gosh!

Joint - Canabis.

Jookin - Rubbing out dirt from clothes.

Jookon board - A jooking board goes hand in hand with a wash pan. This unique household item is used for the sole purpose of 'jookin' or rubbing out dirt from clothes. 

Jumbie - Spirit, ghost. Mischievous or malevolent spirit, creature or person. A night person.

Klim - A brand of powdered milk.

Kuchela – A hot mango condiment, from the Indian culture.

Lagniappe - A little extra or bonus.

Lime - To meet friends for a relaxing time, at the beach (beach lime) at a club or at a party.

Maco - A person who minds other people's business for the purpose of gossip.

Macocious - Having the traits of a maco.

Macumere - A good female friend especially for many years.

Maga - Very thin, skinny, bony.

Mash up - Destroy something.

Milli Bug- A red-skinned woman whose manner may be deemed parasitic.

Milo - A chocolate milk beverage.

Mother's milk - Puncheon Rum.

Never see, come see - Pretending to know how to do something.

Ole talk - Chit chat. Light hearted chatter.

Pan Jumbie - Someone devoted to the steel band movement; arranger, panist, driller, captain, drummer, fan, etc.

Papa yo! - Wow, I can’t believe this!

Pelau - A lunch made with rice, chicken, beef or pork, green or dried pigeon peas, ochroes, vegetables and caribbean seasonings all cooked in one and served with salads and or macaroni pie.

Pesh - Money or cash.

Petit Quart - A small bottle of rum.

Planass - To beat someone with the flat blade of a cutlass.

Pommecythere - Golden apple. When ripe the fruit turn to a golden yellow and is very sweet.

Pong - A pound of something (weight). To pong someone is to heckle him/her ceaselessly.

Pot hong - A mixed or a stray dog or mongrel.

Powdering - Having alcoholic drink.

Ragadang - broken down, derelict. (Bangup)

Ram cram - Packed to capacity.

Roller - The rim of a bicycle wheel minus tire, tube, spokes and hub, used as a kid's toy. 

Roti - East Indian Dish. Flat wafer type bake in which is folder curry mixture of any meat and cut up potato.

Saga Boy - Flashy dresser. To walk with a stylish gait.

Sampat - An amubush, an unfair attack.

Shif yuh carcass na! - Move over or move around please!

Stingy - To be thrifty, mean, ungenerous.

Stingy brim - A popular hat worn in the sixty's.

Sweetman - A man who is kept (maintained) by a woman.

Tampee- Cannabis.

Tantie - Aunt.

Tight - Intoxicated, drunk.

Titty-vay - to titivate (make minor enhancements to), to waste time or stir up trouble.

Toes! (Where speed is involved)

Umpteen - plenty of anything, often

Vaps - suddenly behave excitedly or strangely.

Vex - Angry.

Wajang - A rowdy uncouth person.

Weed - Cannabis.

Wet throat - A small quenching drink of refreshment.

Wine - To gyrate your waist when dancing.

Yuh break biche or wha? – You skip work or school to relax or what?

Yuh look fuh dat - It’s your fault!

Yuh makin’ joke? - You serious.

Zandolie - Garden lizard.

 Patois - 

Bamsee -

Bam-se lambé -

Bois -

Bois-bois -

Bois de soleil -

Bonchez! -

Comme se, comme sa -

Compère -

Dee ray, dee ray -

Doux-doux. (Doo-doo) -

Drevait. (Dree-vay) -

Eh beté -

Faux pas -

Hasécara. (hah-see-ca-rah) -

I does go market every day - 

Larveau. (Lav-way) -

Macafouchette - 

Mal jeux  (Mal-joe) -

Mama de l’eau. (mama glow) -

Marrie tiene dents -

Outside woman - 

Petit bouge -

Petit careme -

Pikànt. (Pee-car) -

Pisànt. (Pie-sah) -

Poco a poco -

Sans humanité. (sandy-manee-tay) -

Sa qui feux. (fehw) -

Soucouyant -

Tornet! -

Toute baghai -

Toute monde. (toot-moon) -

Veni. (vin-nee) -

Veni, veni, m’voule voiouw. (mmwev-lay vehow) -

Vie-ke-vie -

Canboulay, cannes brulées -

Jour ouvert. (jou-vay) -

  English

 Buttock.

 Rather attractive bamsee.

 Wood.

 Weird in appearance.

 Wood of the sun.

 Good lord!

 Half-and-half. Like this and that.

 Friend, companion.

 Lil’ bit, lil’ bit. A little at a time.

 Sweet-sweet. Sweetheart male or female.

 To drift aimlessly.

 A person who behaves like a retard.

 Mistake.

 Trouble.

 Mwen ka alé laplas touléjou.

 Old-time calypso.

 Left over food from the day before.

 Bad eye.

 Folk lore half woman half snake. 

 Marriage has teeth.

 Fanm déwò.

 Person of some importance.

 Short dry period after the dry season.

 Thorn.

 Money.

 Little by little.

 Without pity, or human feeling, compassion. 

 What happen to you? How are you?

 Folklore character.

 Equivalent of Damn!

 Every thing including the kitchen sink.

 All in the world. Everybody.

 Come.

 Come, come I want to see you.

 To behave in a careless, or haphazard manner.

 Burning of the cane.

 The opening of day.

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