Adieu.





She watches the water drip from her hair,towels wrap around her head and

body .she groaned when the phone rang **BRRRRRNG..BRRRNGGGG.

In her head,the words;~~please,not now.~~

Duawee is talking to someone.He's taking information.

~~hurry up...please~~ her body begs,waiting for release.

Curious,impatient,fustrated,she opens the door.she sees Duawee standing in

the middle of the room,soaking,dripping wet:NO TOWEL.

The semi-darkness could not hide her man.Her desire.

Her feelings tells her to:-

__GRAB THE PHONE,THROW IT TO THE FLOOR,AND KISS HIM__

Her body urges her into action.She stops,as he turns around,his face etched

in disappointment.He fumbles with words.She surpresses hers into

tears.Needing him,tonight,her heart cries out.Her body aching.His shadow

crosses the room.Her eyes frozen on him ,searching for answers.WHY? why

tonight?

Suddenly breaking away from his words and hasty actions,she sits down.His

question asked.she does not hear.she does not answer.The question comes

closer.She does not answer,but runs to the bedroom, closes the door,her eyes

open up into water,flooding the pillow with her anger.She curls herself into

a cocoon state.He enters the room,places his hand on her shoulders and

offers a *sorry. she shrugs him away.She does not want to be,in the open

air,with him tonight. she wants his ears.his mouth.his tongue.his

body.HIM.He leaves the room .She jumps up,on hearing the sound of his car

keys,then hurries to put on her clothes.The sound of the car's engine

fumbles her buttons,misplaces her slippers and makes her feel sorry for

herself.Too Late,the car is gone into the night.From her lips angry words

aim at Brian and his broken down car.~~why did it have to happen

tonight?why? why?..she looks into the darkness,sees shadows moving under the

street lights and pulls her head away from the window. Suddenly, fear grips

her.she's afraid and alone. This house is a stranger without friends .no

Marlene.This house is lonely without Duawee.she,now wishes she had not acted

so stupid and had accepted his invitation to help Brian.she realises she's

growing increasly selfish and jealous and her fustrations are clouding her

thoughts.Alone in his house,needing his arms and lips,a cold wind makes

weird sounds outside and inside,making her heart beats faster. She switches

on the kitchen and living room lights;thus helping to allay her

fears.Television,flipping through channels,avoiding suspense and horror

movies.A documentary.good.a sigh of relief,tea and buscuits. Her weary eyes

choosing sleep/dreams.



Duawee finds Brian sitting on the trunk of the car.A curse word from Brian

brings sympathy from Duawee.They open the hood. oil and dust on the

engine.more curse words.Duawee knows it's Brian's missing of Ingrid mixing

with the plight of his sick car,which makes him so angry.Pushing the car to

a safer place,locking it, Brian kicks the tires(tyres) and away they

go.Brian's home. THE GARDENS, ST.LUCY.

Duawee and Brian are friends from way back.He had to get him out of this

stitch.That's how they have always lived.If the situation was reverse Brian

would have turn up and kicked Duawee's car tires. That's friendship.Finally

home.Brian is still talking about Ingrid and his love for her.This is no

quick love affair.Brian's in love.He recites poems as he speaks of

her.Duawee thinks--yesss... a wedding to go to~~ He refuses Brian's offer of

a sit down talk.He has heard enough of Ingrid for one night.

Later man.

Cool.

Peace out.

The car leaves Brian in the dark fumbling with keys.Duawee thinks of his

woman waiting for him .He knows her anger has subsided and she will soon

be in his arms.He switches the radio on.local soft pop music. It's Richard

Stoute singing MISTY,then Carol George sings FOUR DAYS LONELY.The music

keeps his company on the journey home.He thinks to himself.~~cheeese,St

Lucy's farrrr boyee.~~

The music ends at the turn the knob.He is home.lights are still on.He closes

the car door,runs up the stairs,unlocks the door,enters and looks around the

lighted room.his heart/body shouting ** Veronica i'm here/i'm ready**.He

goes to the bedroom.pillows,sheet and blankets unslept.a slight panic.He

returns to find her lying on a couch.a sleeping beauty.He kisses her lips

.she moans and reaches out for him.her eyes twitches.he looks at her.she

moans again,calls his name and her hands fall away .he rises,walks to the

bathroom,washes his face,cleans his teeth,change into boxers shorts.the ones

she loves.He returns to the couch,reaches in and pulls a switch.It's a pull

out couch,which turns into a bed.Veronica sleeps through this

metamorphosis.He curls himself towards her.her face so perfect.he kisses

her.She moans.lips touch again.he kisses her eyelids, her neck,kisses her

ears lobe,pulling it outwards between clenched lips.she moans,open her

eyes.she sees him but drifts back into sleep. into her dream.she closes her

eyes.Determination swells inside of him.he kisses her lips again.a stronger

kiss.she quivers,making

snake-like movements from the kisses all over her body.The bedsprings

whisper in the dark.Love me.Love you.Kiss deep me.Melt in my arms. Hold

still my beauty,while my heart beats on you.

Not much response.kisses go limp,hands fall,body recesses into

sleep,continued dreams.another disappointment.The clock's floresant light

shows 1:13am.he looks away from it's teasing light and reads a book.He reads

chapter by chapter until 3:14am.sleep finally comes and he relents.

GOODNIGHT.





Brrrngg.. Brrrrng.The phone..Brrrng Brrrng.He reaches for the phone.a voice

in his ear.he responds hello..hello..no answer..he returns the phone to its

base.it rings again,a female voice this time.some words evade his senses.he

mutters .incoherant.he puts the phone down again.he rises and walks along

the side of the bed.he hits his toe,screams and immediately awakes.He looks

around.Veronica is still deep in sleep.The clock laughs at him;

4;23am..4:24am..4:25am.sleep again.

ZZZ....ZZ





The morning noises are plates.forks,knives.a smell of eggs,toast and coffee

runs up his nostrils.his mouth is sticky.The clock reads 7;25am.sleep calls

him again. Veronica is singing in the kitchen.she beats the eggs into a

musical note.her voice makes him smile.He pulls himself up from the bed and

walks to the bathroom. Toothpaste,Toothbrush,Water brushes the morning

breath away. Mouthwash.gargle---auauauauuauauuau.wash face,sleep from

eyes,sticks tongue out.towel dries face. stretches.his arms are aching.he

had slept in awkward postion,during the night.His neck hurts too.he needs a

massage.limbering up in the bathroom .body muscles tight -A SIX PACK

STOMACH- exercising:: stretch arms,touch toes,hands akimbo sway from side to

side. ten pushups. body aches.he thinks to himself ~~i must really get back

to exercising every morning.stop rushing to work.brush off the stress.



Veronica; D. please come..breakfast's on the table.



Duawee sneaks into the kitchen,creeps up behind her,holds her around her

waist and kisses her(awwww)on the neck.she smiles,turns and plants her lips

on his.she feels a movement and remembers her foolish actions.she

apologizes.



Veronica;what time did you get back last night?



Duawee is surprise at her question.she does not remember anything about his

attempts at love.he feels strange.



DUAWEE;Don't you remember me kissing you last night?



VERONICA: Yes, in my dream you came home from work and started kissing me.it

felt so real i opened my eyes and i thought i saw your face.it seemed so

real.



Duawee laughs within himself.



They whisper prayers,then start to eat breakfast.He rubs his toes on her

legs.smiles and silence.the feelings returns.She pulls her chair closer to

him and feeds him with her fork.he returns the love touch. The bodies

closer,a kiss connects,dropping knives and forks on the plates.One strong

kiss on lips.tongue between teeth. it's here again,but must finish

breakfast.coffee sip.more hugs.laughs.Radio news.school bell rings

8;15am.The phone: Brian.he needs a mechanic to look at his car.

After Duawee hangs up,Veronica phones Leslie.

Leslie is waiting,patiently, for a ride to the talent show.



Veronica; oh yes, i forgot about that.



Leslie ; how could you? you were really good up there.



Veronica;Thanks,I've to call Marlene.she will kill us if we don't take

her.i'll call you back ok..

(click--- click)



Duawee calls his mechanic.the mechanic makes a number of excuses when he

finds out where Brian lives.an extra $30.00 is offered as a bribe to pick up

Brian in St.Lucy.The mechanic tell Duawee that the rest of the country

should ask the government for an annexation from St.Lucy. In other

words,It's too darn FARRR.*

**(to the readers from St.Lucy,this is only a joke).**



Veronica phones,after cleaning the kitchen.She calls Marlene then Leslie.the

day is set.enought time to get things together.she wonders what dress she

should wear.A sundress is chosen.she showers while Duawee speaks with

Brian.Everything's arranged.Time for a continuation of love's tease;his

mind hurries.

Shower:Duawee.

Bedroom:Veronica.

Dry:Duawee.

Hurry:Duawee

Surprise;Duawee.

Veronica's already dress.

(AW WELL)



The car engines hesitates at the first turn of key.Ignite..Ignite engine

turns over stubbornly.It mimics Duawee's disappointment and crawls slowly

through the rush hour traffic.no music.just silence.no conversation.Veronica

suspects her actionS during the night has contributed to the icy

atmosphere.she sits in silence.In their heads the same thoughts run.~~~ We

are pleasing too many people and not ourselves.we are too accomodating.From

now on we must be selfish.we must spend more time together,alone.There's

only two days left..we must! we must!~~



Marlene runs to the car.the baby smiles.Junie waves.the car leaves.

Leslie answers the door.she is wearing a bra and miniskirt.Veronica is

relief Duawee stayed in the car.what would he have thought if he had seen

Leslie half dressed.They walk to the car.Duawee sees mini skirt and legs.He

is impress.The girl has body.Onward to the show.

A number of cars and a television van are already park and people are

milling around.A television reporter is interviewing Patrick Bovre,the

director.He smiles at the end of his answers.A few more cars arrive.a line

forms.the same security man is there at the door, controlling the crowd.

Marlene immediately walks to the front of the room.she has a song to

sing.Duawee walks behind Veronica and Leslie.He looks at both girls and

compares.He smiles.

They sit together.Marlene sees Lil Rick,gets all excited and runs over to

him.Introductions.smiles.kiss cheeks.Lil Rick remembers the dance session at

the party,but today he has to be a bit more reserve,beacuse he is there with

his woman and their baby.Marlene is satisfied that he remembers her.she

returns to her group.Light calypso music is playing.pan music from

Trinidad.the group:PANNAZZ.

heads are bopping to the beat.Arturo Tappin blows his alto sax.panjazz. oooh

lala. sweet music.Caribbean all the way.Local and regional celebrities take

their places to the left of the room.a few sign autographs.Eric Lewis,from

the group MADD, seems to be one of the more popular celebs.His song LAST

SATURDAY NIGHT has struck a nerve with the establishment,but it's theme has

been embraced by the youth. we may hear a revised version of this song

today.

Veronica,Marlene and Leslie leave their seats to visit the bathroom. Duawee

reads the program.a long list of people will perform.Ingrid's name appears

on the list.she probably forgot to inform them that she would be leaving

before the next show.No sign of Veronica's name.a few celebrities.the girls

are back.they are looking radiant.the smell of perfume all over the

place.the show begins.

The MC request that everyone stand for the national anthem.

The words:



In plenty and in time of need

when this fair land was young

our great forefathers show the seeds

of which our pride has sprung.

************************

(sing it,if you know it).





Mc: well..well we're back.we famous boyee.Did yuh all read the reviews in

the papers? well get ready for more.straight into the proceedings. The first

artist on stage is the veteran Tony Grazette singing an original song

call.TAKE ME HIGHER.





SONG:

(DRUMS,GUITAR,BASS--FUNKY)

TAKE ME HIGHER--written by Dennis Young--cc-DPD-1999



(shouts) what's up! what's up!

what's up! what's up!



come on people

clap your hands

come on people

clap your hands



got a story

to tell

got a story

so listen

people

listen well.





twenty years ago

i was down and out

felt like a boxer

who'd suffered a knockout

didn't see any way out

from poverty

i'd lost my job

and some days i didn't eat

but on my knees everyday

i prayed to god

lord father

i can't go any further

i need your guidance

show me...show me

your light.







take me higher

take me away

from my troubles

take me higher

take me high...high .. er

higher than a kite

higher than an aeroplane

higher than a spaceship

take me higher

higher me high.. high ..er







one night my prayers were answered

i was reading my bible

and the words..the words

touched me

made me cry

made me cry..ey.eye

~though i walk through

the valley of death

i shall fear no evil

for thou art with me

thy rod and thy staff

may comfort me~~

may confort me





in that instant

i felt anoited

the lord showed me his light

and it lift me higher

higher than i've even been

lift me..lift me







(chrorus)

take me higher

***********

refrain..

what's up..what's up

;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

people get up

people get up

let this song

take you higher

then you have been

let it take you high

like the words do me

people get up

what's up...what's up

you are ..you are

H...I...G...H...E...R









in the society we live today

too much evil

youths out of control

lambs straying from the fold

no leadership..no love

in the land

and the hour glass

is running out of sand

let's get together

and save our children

let's pray for them

let's care for them

let's love them

so that one day..

one day

we'll all be singing

we'll all be singing





chrorus;

take me higher

take me away

from my troubles

take me higher

take me high..high..er

higher than a kite

higher above the clouds

high towards the sky

all the way to heaven

...high..high.\







Tony smiles,pose and walks away.the crowd loves the song.



Mc; good one Tony.nice clippings(clothes).where did you get the vines? ok ..

next performer.Sweet C. sings TORN.



song:

(slow jam)

TORN-written by Dennis Young-CC. ylg-1999





one more day.one more day

""""'''''''''''''''"""""





standing here in a room.so lonely

waiting for you to dance with me

my heart's stretched to the limit

i'm giving you one more minute

to leave that woman

and come here with me

come here with me

cause tonight...tonight

i'm mad at you

for making me a fool

standing here in a room.so lonely

oh...oh your love's so phony





one more day..one more day

""""""""""".......""""""""

and i'm going to leave

you.. .one more day

before i'm torn

between you and real love

one more day.yyyyyyyeeehh

and i'll be free

baby and you'll be

one more day.yyyyyeeehh



gone.....gone



torn..up inside

torn..up inside

but you'll wasting your cry

for love and i

cause baby i'll be

gone.....





( rap by raindrop and bajanfigguh)



raindrop: girl leff de man..

he's not worth de heartache

he's more like a toothache

hurting yuh jaw

talking bout he all day

lef he..lef he i say

now listen to me sista

bajanfigguh





bajanfigguh: eh em! eh em!

woman pon top uh de world

leh muh tell yuh girl

eh em! eh em!

leh muh clear muh throat

uh don't drive in mini moke.

look gurl

dah man en nuh good

bout hay, his name's mud

dirty,nasty man goose

so loose

full uh booze

drunkard, liar

teff, gambler

he wutless.

so lef he..lef he

girl.

before he might lef yuh poxie.

lef he,lef he

"""""""""""""



(raindrop/bajanfigguh together)

loops,loops

he need boots

like Gabby

marching orders

out de door

and slam behind him

clothes in de dust bin

mek he head spin

like uh top

and when,next,he see yuh...

yuh wid uh better man

mek he cry

coz now his well run dry



biddy bop...biddy bop

it's we girlfriend

bajanfigguh and raindrop

we don't stop

biddy bop...biddy bop



(sings)

i'll be leaving now and i wish you well in your future life

promises and dreams broken,no husband and wife.

but after ever disaster comes happiness

so i wish ..i wish you all the best..

i'm not torn...nor am i bitter

i'll take the baby

you can have the babysitter

goodbye ...it was good while it lasted

goodbye love...goodbye

i'm not torn...nor am i bitter...

i'll take the baby

you can...you can have the baby...baby sitter







The women in the audience love the words of this song.they stand up, clap

and whistle.At the end of the song.Sweet C goes behind the curtain.she

re-emerges with a suitcase in one hand and a baby in the other...the women

goes crazy again..more whistles.



MC; oh boy.. it's a woman's thang.playa hating.come on men..do

something,before they start singing~~ we don't want no scrubs,

a scrub is the kind guy,who sits on the passengers side of his best friend

ride~~ ..there's nothing wrong with sitting in your friend's car if you

cannot afford your own.. hehehehehe. next performer all the way from the

USA..SHEILA JAMES.





Sheila James; i'm so glad to be here.I'll be doing a jazzpoem call ;BEAUTY

OF A WOMAN.I would like to dedicate it to all women of the world.





BEAUTY OF A WOMAN-- written by Dennis Young-cc-BWG-1999



(JAZZPOEM)



song: pala pala pala pala

pala pala pala pala

ohhhhhh

pala pala ohoho

pala.





men don't seem to care

when we cry

they walk around

living their lies

abusing us

then leaving us

to die.





society dictates the way we're treated.

calling us baby

as a compliment

it's not an insult

but calling us *itches and hoes

is a real affront

to the female gender.





beauty of a woman

is giving birth

beauty of a woman

is mother earth

beauty of a woman

is providing for her family

beauty of a woman

loving her man truthfully

even when he hurts her

even when he breaks her heart

even then

even then

men should apprecitate

the beauty of a woman

the beauty of a woman





rap by girl N*VEE(m.v)



from Adam's rib

to woman's lib

we liberated ourselves

broke the chains of oppression

like slaves with reasons

running to a better tomorrow

along the way ..sorrow

dripping eyes..spies

haunting lies

too many goodbyes

broken promises

of weddings without rice

children bore

nine months sore

a true story

not folklore

so get away from the door

cause we be coming through

cities and towns

wearing crowns

like queens and princesses

making men worship the ground

we walk on

now stand up! stand up !

and give us a standing ovation.







pala pala pala pala

ohoho

pala pala pala pala

oooooohhh





beauty of a woman

Cleopatra

beauty of a woman

Marilyn Monroe

beauty of a woman

Dorothy Dandrige

but our beauty is not only seen

it is skin deep

stand up sisters

stand up and shout

a woman's beauty

is ME.....

is ME....



(ENDS)



The women are on their feet,clapping and whistling.They love it.

Sheila James is wearing a sundress.N*vee(m.v)is wearing a pair of shorts.men

are salivating...(enough said).





MC: wow those two women.men what can i say?treat your women with

respect,otherwise it might comeback to haunt you.next performer; Chubb.he'll

be doing a little sketch called CRICKET LOVERS.now let's see what this is

about.



Laughter brakes out from the audience,when Chubb walks from behind the

curtain.He is dress in cricket gear-white shirt.white pants,one leg pull up

to his knee,his cap in his pants pocket,binoculars hanging from his neck.he

is wearing blue NIKE shoes.a bajan flag sticking out of his shirt pocket.a

banner above his head declares ;TRIBUTE TO KING DYAL.the DJ strikes up a

song.it is Gabby's song HIT IT.he signals to the dj.the volume is lowered.



-NOW PICTURE THIS-



My name is Chubb and uh come from Bank Hall. i like muh cricket from de time

uh was small.De other say when cricket fever grip de caribbean,West Indies

versus Australia,uh try tuh get uh ticket,but couldn't.dem ticket scalpers

running uh racket.$100.00 for uh ticket.that's $300.00 tuh spend.one fuh

me.one fuh de wife and one fuh muh outside woman.no way.uh din have dat much

money anyway.that's when I get dis idea.~~uh gine down de oval and rat in.uh

gine jump over de wall when nuh body en looking~~. de plan was set.uh get

muh taxi friend to drop me down deh.uh stan up pon he car,scale de wall,uh

nearly fall,but after three tries, muh pants tear up,uh mek it.It was dark

in de stands.uh change muh pants and shirt.drink some green tea and mek uh

burp.after two hours i fell asleep.but soon uh hear uh noise.it awaken me.uh

get frighten,cause if it's de watchman,uh gine get arrest and muh face gine

be in de newspapers next day.so uh laid low.what happened next,uh couldn't

believe muh eyes .uh man and uh woman walking pon de cricket pitch.he had a

spotlight.she had a blanket.

uh looking and wondering whu de two uh dem doing out deh,so uh turn into uh

NIGHT WATCHMAN. uh put on me binoculars and yuh should see de action pon de

field.



now uh gine dramatize,fuh wunna,the events that took place that night.





de cricket PITCH black

but uh kin still see

de woman rolling pon de ground

de man ready tuh play

he head down

dem talking and uh listening.

yes, through muh binocs

uh see something glistening

de man's bat in hand

he ready tuh face she bawling

movement pon de pitch

uh GOGAALOO

knock back he middle stump

it was a SHORT LEG

running to a WIDE MID OFF

she laughs

but he's stubborn

he's ready to play again

but uh LEG SPIN mek he miss

there's a loud appeal

HOWS ZATT

cleary LEG BEFORE

and other things to follow



he's batting

she pelting waist

movement pon de wicket

nuff pace.





uh pon de boundary

enjoying de scenery

night cricket

at de oval

uh laffing muh belly full.



two fast spins

de man hit um

now he's feeling

like uh PRINCE LARA

but when yuh hear de shout

uh bumper (bouncer)

fly pass he head

he duck down

and came up smiling

from two WIDES.

then they argue

the man made a SILLY POINT

she told him to SILLYMID OFF

or words to that effect.



(to the sound of Gabby's song HIT IT)



i had seen enuff

so uh decided to be wicked

when uh find de lights

i switched dem on

yuh should see de man

grab de woman

and mek uh run

between de wickets

like dem running from rain

yuh know uh had to scotch dah game

uh like muh cricket

but de two uh dem tek it too far.

every caribbean person knows

yuh does enjoy cricket betta

watching from de stands

and wuking up to a landship band



>...

CHUBB imitates a batmans hitting a cover drive and runs off the stage.



The audience go crazy when they see his antics.



MC:whu laaaaah..de man bad..yuh see dem wines.boy some ingrunt men 'bout de

place though.next performer is our own NATHALEE doing a song call..AM I

CRYING?



NATHALEE;hello everybody.my name is Nathalee and here's my song.



SONG:

AM I CRYING--written by Dennis McF Young-cc-dgfb-1999





sitting here,in my bedroom,living another lie

sitting here,in my bedroom,day by day

wishing this pain would go away

i'm still in love

i'm still in love





tomorrow would be ten days

since he left

since he broke my heart

leaving me torn apart.

i'm still in love

i'm still in love

i'm convincing myself

he's still in love

with me..

so now i beg the question





(CHORUS)

am i crying?

or is this self pity

are these tears running down my face

searching for lost love

or am i crying

for nothing

am i crying?

look at me then

tell me what you see?







nothing breaks a heart,more than loneliness

i'm needing,praying for his sweet caress

still hearing,still hearing his goodbye

and the echo of slamming doors

running to the window

and seeing him drive away

with my hopes and dreams

leaving me crying

leaving me lying ..lying to myself







i just can't control my emotions_

i just can't

so what should i do?

what would you do?

look and see.



(chorus)

am i crying?

or is this self pity.

....

......

......









(Sings)

the phone's ringing

the phone's ringing



(talk) hello..hi.. how are you..what am i doing? nothing. just sitting

here.come out tonight..sorry i'm not in the mood..ok ...ok i will. what

time? nine pm..ok..i'll see you there. yes ..yes i know what dress to

wear.i'll be there..just wait outside for me. bye@@@.







(sings)

ten days gone and you are not coming back

i know that now .. my tears must stop

i've gotta..gotta get on with my life

cannot keep waiting..waiting

for the end of my cry..

cry....cry..

tonight this red dress will prove

if i'm over you

when i hold my ex

who never gave up.

when i hold him

i'll know the feeling

one more time.

let me ask this questin.



am i crying?

am...i ...am... i

crying.

look and see

who's crying

now...

who's crying

now..







Nathalee smiles and walks off the stage.





MC; Good song Natt,but it's intermission time peeps.go get your drinks and

snacks.please be back in your seats in twenty minutes.



Leslie and Veronica go to the bathroom.Duawee goes to buy snacks.Marlene

waits for the girls to return,then she'll go to the bathroom.Leslie returns

without Veronica.Marlene skips through the crowd to the bathroom.She sees

Veronica and Duawee waiting in line for the snacks.she rushes into the

bathroom.women are chattering and laughing.Marlene returns to find them

missing from the line.They are already back in place.Leslie hands her a

drink.Marlene sips the cup, while looking around the room.she sees a

familiar face.They signal each other by nodding.the MC returns.people settle

in their seats.







MC; ok peeps wunna ready fuh de rest? the next performer is BIGGIE IERE

from New York.I don't have the name of his song.Come on Biggie,the people

are waiting.



BIGGIE;well this tune is the reggae version of Dr.Hook's song Slyvia's

Mother.I will assisted by Kewl on guitar with his band,Treasure and my

mother singing backup.some of you will recognize her as LADY VEE. are you

ready people?.sing along with me.





song..Sylvia's Mother -copyright control-written by Sel Silverstein



Biggie sings:



Sylvia's mother said..

Sylvia's too busy

too busy to come to the phone.

Sylvia's..



(writer's note)

here again,due to copyright laws,i am unabled to comlete the song.without

its completion i am unabled to convey the real feelings of Biggie when he

finds out his girl,Sylvia, is leaving.His mother Lady Vee, would have done a

halarious rap over a solid bass line.

___________________--_________





MC;nice one Mr.BIG..hey! you sure that's your mother? hahaha.next performer

is John King with his band Jenga.he'll be singing a tribute to JACKIE

OPEL..what's the name of the song?



John; Hello peeps.thank you for the warm welcome.i recently,came across a

tape i had in my possession for a couple of years.the songs were done in

Jamaica,in the late sixties.i was listening to Jackie Opel singing a song

called SOMETIMES I WONDER.This song gave me the inspiration to write this

song.it has a calypso feel to it,but i've added a little bit of spouge and

ska.so sit back and enjoy.the name of the song is called. JACKIE OPEL.





JACKIE OPEL-written by DENNIS YOUNG.(NRg)1999



(MUSIC)

__a slow,shuffling guitar sound,drums sparse,bass laid back,chomping

piano.other percussions mix an unsual sound.___





John sings;



Wohhhheeee...woheeeee haaaaa yaaaaa yaa ahhhh

""""""""" """""""" """""" """""" "" """""





I remember when music was music

when dancing was dancing

do you remember then?

do you remember then?

we had days and extra days

of the good living

do you remember then?

do you remember then?







(talk) memories by the score





(sing) saturday nights on the verandah

underneath the stars

listening to the radio

Jackie Opel singing

fly me to the moon

his voice would takes us there

his song Eternal Love

made us wish

we could live forever

remember? remember?

CRY ME A RIVER

we would get down

on our knees and imitate him.

he was a genius

living with so much pain.







Jackie Opel,Jackie Opel

humble son of our soil

made us wonder

why,only, the good

die so young

we've had melancholy days

for almost thirty years

spouge memories of olden days

of golden years

with Jackie on stage

singing and dancing

now sing again



Jackie Opel,Jackie Opel

you did it so well

Jackie Opel,Jackie Opel







he gave us a sound

to call our own

but we let it die

and it really mystifies me

but today i'm gonna carry on

i'm gonna carry this song around

sing it from top of mountains

and valleys low

sow the seeds of music

on the land

and watch it grow

watch it grow

now people help me please

sing with me



Jackie Opel,Jackie Opel

shout his name

let me hear

sing louder

sing forever and ever

his name..Jackie

Jackie Opel,Jackie Opel







(talk) people we are gather here today

to pay tribute to one of our own

who left us some years ago

when he passed on.

it's time we put things in perpectives

here's the question

do we worship only foreign heros?

and continue to ignore

our sons and daughters

running them from these shores?

or do we take stock of the past

and thank god for their lives.

now here's one of my heros

Jackie.Opel





sing,,, sing with me

Jackie Opel, Jackie Opel.

""





(music fades)





The crowd loves the new sound created by the band.John removes his

hat,shakes his head,letting his dreadlocks.This sends the crowd into a

frenzy.The band kicks into the new beat again.people are dancing.





MC;John boy --yuh heat up de place..spouge time again...moving right

along.the next performer is BIG POS.he'll be doing a rap song called Dead

Street Poets.





BIG POS; uh here...uh ready

uh steady

as a rock

look ma no glocks(guns)



Big Pos; before i begin i would like to dedicate this song to Tupac

Shakur and The Notorious B-I-G,Biggie Smalls,who lost their lives

unnecesarily.They were two of the best street poets to speak the written

words.so today i am sending warnings to the youths in the street LISTEN.My

name is BIG POSITIVE,but you all can call me BIG POS and i'll return the

love..peace and love out there people.





Rap Song--Dead Street Poets-written by Dennis McF Young-cc(bdat)1999.





SONG:

gun and hatred equals end of life

gun and hatred equals end of life

please! can someone turn off the noise?

please! can someone turn off the noise?





rata tak tak...bullet holes in homeys body

praying in a cemetry

like dust to dust

ash to ashen face

coffin out the cold

saliva mother cry

snot in nostril

running noses

unlike Moses parting waters

to freedom from fear

and Pheorah cry

to kill all the newborns.



someone please turn off the noise?

someone please turn off the noise?







dead street poets.

there are too many

words and not enough time

you'll be dead before you finish your rhyme.

dead..dead..

two deaths and more to go

you'll be dead before you finish your flow

dead street poets' words

wasted on the young.







washing hands of Malcomn's murder

dark hands to lilly white

evidence down the drain

of corruption

breathing air suction

like ventilators

on a balconey

Martin Luther King

falling widows like tears

down a nation's face of shame

and it's still a game of hide and seek

like peeping toms around a grassy knoll

blue smoke curl..curl.

from an open carriage in Texas

Dallas to be exact

like numbers

one and one makes two

Kennedys fell

by bullets cloaked in mystery.



someone,please turn off the noise

someone,please turn off the noise





(chorus)

Dead street poets

too many words and not enough time

.........







boom..boom.

hand guns between school books

like crooks

entering a bank robbery

leaving death to scream in the lobby

of the NRA's lobbyist

a mother's goodbye kiss

mournings into dusty evenings

church meetings

stories creeping

like horror

into homes

through phones

and television







too many street poets have died

for hatred to continue

striving

throughout our lives

let love come in

through a broken heart

like homes

without fathers

mothers on repenting knees

praying to the Lord

for forgiveness.



see the truth..hear the truth

it's at your door

knocking

girls and boys

do you hear a different noise?





(chorus repeats... fades)



BIG POS holds onto the mike,ready to begin another song.the MC steps back

behind the curtain.



BIG POS; sorry,i just couldn't leave you all without doing this one.this is

freestyle and doesn't have a title.



[a freestle rap by BIG POS]





i'm here to let you know how it was

and how it should be.

i'm talking 'bout black history.







Africa open pages

men/women in cages

transported across seas

bodies like sardines

life and death

thoughout journey

shipped away in slavery

salt sea smell

in dungeon

from a village jungle

claustrophobic

forty eight days

to new found land

as in Northern America

where Indian bones

paid the price for Columbus'

mistakes...hates

history debates

on long winded dialogue.

crick

crack

ahhhhhhhh

whips burn back like sun heat in fields without dreams

nightmare schemes

women/girls screaming rape

men too late'

knowing their fate

and crying out for god's sake.



freedom from whips

Emancipation

President Lincoln

run..run...run..

horseman four..

at your door

wearing hoods white

cross burning light

tree hanging bodies

beatings..shootings

all in the name of racial hatred

and the devil.

Marcus out of Jamaica

brought Harlem

A Black Starliner

d.



Martin preached against the evil of racism

and was thrown into prison

-his words:one day,I will walk in a land,where my sons will not be judge by

the colour of the skins~~~...but... but...but... bullet on a balcony.fingers

pointing upwards, towards James Earl Ray's cell block.

tick. tock. clock.

. recant

. Cuban

. Raul

controversy left in dark

d.



Malcomn..Malcomn

the seventh son

father a Garveyite

mother's love like Granite

Grenadian

Hooded nights

father missing

mother kissing

goodbye

brothers and sisters

displaced

misplaced youths on streets of Boston

lindy hop

be bop

jazz

West Indian Archie

numbers up

jail vision Fard

Allah

enemies in mist-y eye spy

FBI.

BOMBED

house,children saved

the speech ends before it begins.legacy in red ink.

widows broken husband down

in a hail of bullets.

America is still killing it's young

d.



Rosa Parks refuse

her life abuse

some confuse

and stay

at back of the bus

even today.

L.



Muhammed Ali

stood up and shouted NO.

to Vietnam

and war.

a proud man

if there ever was one.

\

I could go on and on and on,

but is anyone listening?

any names missing from this song

can be found

in history books

go and take a long look.



\

slave no more

slave no more.



before i go

answer me these questions?





HOW MANY SLAVES

MUST TURN IN THEIR GRAVES

BEFORE YOU STOP USING THE WORD *IGGA?





AND IF MY BARBADOS IS SUCH A PARADISE

HOW COME MY FLAG KEEPS

DRIPPING BLOOD?





HOW COME,AS PEOPLE,WE SING

BOB MARLEY SONGS

BUT FORGET THE WORDS

AS SOON AS WE LEAVE THE ISLANDS?





WHY,AS A PEOPLE, WE SAY PROUD

BUT HANG OUR HEADS IN SHAME

WHEN SOMEONE ELSE SHOUTS IT OUT LOUD?







WHY DO WE SHOW SCANT REGARD

FOR AFRICA'S CHILDREN

BUT HOLD OUR HEADS IN HORROR

WHEN WAR SCREAMS EUROPEAN?





TOO MANY QUESTIONS

NOT ENOUGH ANSWERS

TOO MUCH HATE

NOT ENOUGH LOVE

BUT I REMAIN BIG POS.



PEACE OUT.





Big Pos walks away from the microphone.the dye has been cast.now it's time

for the historians,politians to make it right.





MC;wheeeeeehhhh ..that's gotta be the longest rap song i've ever heard,man

Big Pos yuh good.and free style too. next performer is Marlene

Griffiths..come girl and do yuh ting.





Marlene squeezes her nervousness into Veronica's hands.she walks to the

stage,her hands wet with those same nerves.The MC looks her up and down.he

whispers in her ear.she looks at him and cut her eyes.the hands go up.five

fingers spread out,showing the palm.TALK TO THE HAND or The Bajan

version-All Circuits Are Busy.the audience burst into fits of laughter.the

MC gets a taste of deja vu.he walks away with shame following him behind the

curtain.



Marlene; hello everybody.my name is Marlene and i'm here to sing a

calypso.the name is MOTHER CALYPSO and i would like to dedicate this song to

my mother,Junie Griffiths,my new friends from America sitting over

there,Veronica and Leslie,to Gabby,Red Plastic Bag,John King Singing

Sandra,T.C,Chalkdust,Salin,David Rudder,Wizard and all calypsonians,all over

the world.thank you for calypso.thanks,also,to the almighty.



MOTHER CALYPSO -written by Dennis Young and Ricardo Cumberbatch-cc

-wtffl-1999





SONG:

calypso,calypso

i'm calling you

calypso,calypso

where are you?

calypso,calypso

no where to be found

calypso,calypso

i wanna sing you.







with the sound of the steel drum

beating through our hearts

and islands

we have come to cherish

what it means

to be living in the caribbean

as one song

as one song we sing in happiness

as one song we sing in sadness

we can sing up a storm

and sing after hurricanes

we sing to mother calypso

we sing to mother calypso



(SUNG LIKE DAVID RUDDER'S HIGH MAS)



mother calypso

you are resting your tired body,because you have been around for so

long and no one listens to your voice anymore,they say you miserable now

that yuh old and decrepit and de youth don't heed yuh warnings.dem tek one

ear drop and schruups dem mout,but when yuh hear de shout,yuh cousin SOCA

get dem in trouble,especially when he and bad man DUB come around and mek

dem drink unmercifully,then pelt bottles and stampede.



mother calypso

uh here tuh bring yuh comfort

uh here wid yuh bowl uh soup

uh come to listen to yuh stories

uh come --uh come tuh sing yuh calypso





mother calypso where are your children today?

yuh say dey run away

dem gone overseas

and wouldn't even send back money

to pay your grandchildren's bus fare

mother calypso uh see chaos in the world today

war in Kosovo

tell me how will it end?

will it be with the stop of the bombs

or when de soldiers start invading.

mother calypso explain to me

what's the state of America

when gun shooting in schools

take precedence over de academics

of the medics

with 4.0 GPA average

and the children cannot read uh bible passage



mother calypso why you eyes look so sad?

why yuh looking wid uh distance stare?

sorry, mother calypso, repeat what you said

uh didn't hear.

uh didn't hear.





Here in my islands

from Jamaica to Guyana

uh message keep repeating

caribbean unity,caribbean unity

but sugar and bananas

ain't gine save none uh we

coz de ex-imperial bosses too slippery

telling we one ting

then stabbing we

in the backside

wid uh smile.

and yet we striving

we'll keep on surviving.

we'll sing to mother calypso

we'll sing to mother calypso.





mother calypso

de world in turmoil,me brethren in Jamaica can't find cooking oil nor petrol

for dem daily living.de ghettos riots coz some tuh dead in uh hail of police

bullets.uh mother gone heavenly wid her unborn baby.

mother calypso

drugs running ashore on boats,poor people can't afford.so how come only de

runners get caught,while de drug lords mock the courts by thumping dey chest

and saying i'm untouchable,i'm unreachable,i've got power and i'm geting

stronger every hour.

mother calypso

de school children ain't children no more.dey putting shame on their

parents' face.de country in disgrace.Looting and Sooting.Rbbery and Sobbery.

Racism and class-is-um still living amoungst us.dem twin evils gine leave us

in the dust.

mother calpyso

leh muh wrap yuh up warm.now close yuh eyes and tell muh yuh troubles.





listen to what mother calypso tell me.



(change of voice tone)



young woman,uh seeing muh last days

but mark my words

in all muh years

in dis country

i've seen the good

and i've seen the bad

but everyday's getting worse

yuh see whu happening in Europe

wheh uh mad man name Malcovich

start uh war

by cleasing ethnic

and laughing cynical

when he's call uh war criminal

yuh see how Pakistan and India

fighting a war

over Kasmir

but forget the browness

of their skin

bringing the cricket game into disrepute

by spilling onto the pitch with anger

and throwing fruits.

Israel and Palastine

creating states of chaos

even though Jesus died on the cross

Ireland for the Irish

love not bombs

will only achieve this.

but at the end of this episode

uh does cry..uh does cry

fuh me country

Barbados.

muh eyes may be failing

and without muh stick

uh would be falling

like this country,

into moral decay,ineptitude

all uh see is tragedy

in de next mellineum

de year 2000 plus one

life will be harder

with wars breaking out

all over...all over

..

such uh shame

man keeps passing blame

from one hand to another

while we stand to attention

in uh new world order.

cooouuuuhhhs,cooouuuhhhs

(coughing)

let me rest now

muh voice getting hoarse

let's leave time

to take its course

and be happy.

goodnight young woman

when yuh leaving

turn off de light.







goodnight mother calypso

see you in the morning

bye.



(talk)

next morning,a slight drizzle falling,i arrived and shouted for

mother calypso.no answer.

i shouted again...

mother calypso.

I looked through her window,knocked on her doors.no answer.i panicked sat

down on the step and wept.placing my head between my knees,daydreaming,i

heard the sound of footsteps approaching ,my heart leapt.i turned around and

there she was; mother calypso with a bag on her shoulder,the bible in one

hand and a folder in the other.we sat and laughed together.mother calypso

told me all will be well one day if i sing this song to everyone.



(repeat refrain)

mother calypso

it's getting better now that you are here again,in our hearts and in our

heads.time has shown us that you will always be around,even when our lives

run aground and there's no love's to be found.mother calypso will sing to

our hearts and bring sunshine through the dark.mother calypso i'll come and

visit you,again, tomorrow? and with a nod of her head,she smiled and walked

away.

mother calypso i thank you.



(music fades)



The whole audience gets up on their feet and claps.it's so refreshing to

hear calypso being sung by someone so young.



Marlene is overwhelm.she begins to cry.Lil Rick walks up and kisses her on

the cheek.her tears drips into her smile.a hug from Veronica makes her

laugh.Leslie shakes her hand-WELL DONE. Duawee hugs and kisses her cheek.he

is proud of her.



MC; WELL...i'm devasted.that song gave me so much inspiration.girl i want

to hear the part again about~~ mother calypso, where are your children?~next

please ..Mz.Saffire Blue out of Canada.she'll be singing a reggae song

called I'M COMING HOME.come baby. come and do your thing.





Mz Saffire Blue walks to the microphone.she is wearing a blue mini dress,

she is beautiful.her smile radiates the room.her long,black hair flows down

her back.



Mz Saffire Blue; hello everyone.can i get a YEAH YEAH.



The audience ;YEAH YEAH



Mz Saffire Blue; Thank you.on my last visit here,i fell deeply in love with

the country,the music,the people,the food and my bajan BOO.he knows who he

is? so i'm dedicating this song to all. it's called

I'M COMING HOME.it's reggae. i hope you enjoy it.





song;I'M COMING HOME-written by Dennis Young and Francine Maher

-cc-bnaglv-1999.ca







sentimental me..sentimental you

so much love between us

sentimental me..sentimental you





heartbreak at the departure gate

heartbreak at the departure gate

holding you tonight

my last night

i don't want to let go

i want you even more

as my tears show

as my tears flow

you know

i love you

and always will





the music is

still within me

the kiss from your lips

is staying with me

your love will

always be with me

even though i have to leave

i just want you to know





i'm coming home

i'm coming to be with you

i'm coming home

i'll be cooking your dinner

from then on

i'm coming home

wait for me

i'm coming home

soon.





the intercom says my flights ready

i'm so weak,my feet unsteady

kiss me again

yes,in front of our friends

kiss me deep,

make my heart leap

like you do

like you move me.

there's so much to say

but until you see me again

i just want to let you know





(chorus)

i'm coming home

to make your bed

i'm coming home

to rub your head

i'm coming home

to be your wife

i'm coming home

for love,for life

wait for me

cause i'm coming home

soon





sweet kisses on my lips

long tears on my face

and i'm needing you more

so hold me, kiss me deep

make my heart leap

to you,for you

sentimental me.sentimental you

love's curfew

will be coming soon

please wait for me

and i will come to you

if you have any reason to doubt

take this kiss from my mouth

how does that feel

to you?

it sure feels good

to me.





(chorus)

i'm coming home.

..............







i'm leaving today

but soon i'll be back

in your arms

to kiss you

baby i miss you

so much..

i just wanna touch

you know where

yes,yes right there

stop it! people are watching

and it's the wrong place

what?what did you say?

you are changing my ticket date

for three more days

but...but...but

i might lose my job

if i stay another day

ok..ok..change it







i'm going home

with you

i'm going home

to cook for you

i'm going home

to make love with you

i'm going home

to stay

to stay.



(music fades)





Some of the audience are swaying to the rhythm.a lover's rock.

Saffire Blue walks over to a man,kisses him on the lips and sits down.He is

bursting with pride.she is smiling,her eyes blinking away little tears

forming inside.





MC; nice tune girl..uh bit uh reggae to mek wunna dance.next song is by a

group.they are the bajan version of the Fugees call DE FruTees, a rap

group.the members are..ladies first,Kathy,next to her is Ole skule and next

to him is Bajaa'N.what's the name of the song?it's not on the program.anyway

go on and show de rappers in America how we does do it.





Kathy ;hello everyone.the name of this song is KILLING ME SOFTLY. it's not

the Roberta Flack nor the Fugees' version,even though you will notice some

similarity.



De FruTees; yup we ready.sing along withn the chorus if yuh recognise.



KILLING ME SOFTLY-bajan style-written by DENNIS *DE DEV* YOUNG with

additional words by Gwen Lovely and Ricardo Cumberbatch.

A serious,social mix.





Kathy; uh heard he had uh sweet song

and he sang it all night long

so uh went to listen

listen for awhile

and there he was

strumming my heart with his guitar

making me fall in love

when uh looked into his eyes

killing me softly

with his song.







Ole Skule ; One time... two times

once or twice upon uh time

uh fella had uh rhyme,

in crime

begging, stealing

shooting, looting

on the nine

or ten o'clock hour

body widout shower

mother wid grave flowers

waiting to be pick

for a casket

no lunch in his basket

head's hard from de coke cain

running around his brain

jockeying in sane--as insanity

cops uh plea bargain

for the gravedigga's garden.

once or twice

life ain't nice

in dis ghetto nor town

now listen up ..one time.





Kathy; he's killing me softly with his song

killing me softly

with his song

breaking my life off

with his words

making me body surge

mek a grown woman

act like a little girl

the way he moves his lips

and his hips

mek me wanna

mek me wanna

s-i-p.. sip.

killing me softly

with his words

killing me softly







Bajaa'N; education didn't prepare him for life

seven o'levels

unravel

in gravel

chalk marks the spot where he died

white lines

on a dusty road

and dis is where his life begins

as it ends.





(rapidfire rap)





Lil boy hungry for butter buscuits, step father kicks, lying

drunk on de floor,a crocus bag for a bed,grumbling belly,hungry. poor mama

gone canefield tuh load and unload uh burden.Big sister leff school early to

wuk at BATA shoe store.Real father gone England wid promises broken,don't

write nuh more,presents at Christmas time no more.

primary.secondary.high school.bright boy.athletic.

7 o'levels get..opps...gotten. work from the bottom,never to see the

top.he's disallusioned.confusion.over skin pigmentation.black.

lost job.next,a mechanic.sorry didn't cut it.pon de road wid de boys playing

romey and dice.no comb.head full uh lice(lies).theft in de afternoon,late

night robberies.kawasaki ninja bike,de girls like. revvs up his life to

drugs and money laundry.

shots from 45's hitting semi-automatics.doctors/nurses working magic.stitch

arm.alarm..ding dong bell.body found in uh well.and his concience's

deep.sleep widdout dreams,friends become fiends.Deacons Farm Road.silence

code.Vietnam.bullets flying SCRAMMMMM..Mary just lost a little lamb.money

flowing into de poor house,mother refuse,coz God's not amused.new car.new

spar from St.Vincent,dark glasses worn pass midnight.night-clubbing.money,

drinks.glasses dropping but outside uh bullet lurking.another dark glass

invading turf.needs a REP to carry back to his boss.mek de sign uh de cross.

yuh just lost.Brapps.Brapps.Brapps.. gunshots...Rata Atatata. Atatata.. tap

pon door.sorry Mz Sunbury..yuh son's dead. come view de body..can't show yuh

he head.

black suits,church.priest.

rest in peace

coffin.burial.

spiritual.songs

obituary.Boy,at school,he cud Run.

breath lef he lungs.

mother drop down.ground.

fainted.pictures painted.

pon walls of an abandoned house.

father return from England.

he's ashame.

changed his name

to muslim.

sister-in-law geh he uh cussing

at de wake.

shhhhsss for christ's sake.

leh he guhlong wid de foriengner woman.

uh lost muh son.

uh got my daughter.

uh just wannn uh drink uh water.

after the wake.de mother sleeps.

lonely room.

voices in her head.

shouting--Come Home Soon.





investigation,

police station,

book close

bad man pose

outside court house

no gun,no murder

grantleys fuh de lawyer

undercover

cops posing as drug dealers

consett bay st.john

boat overturn

foreign,illegal

man shot

caught

lock up

but de guards blind eyes

at Glandairy

milking de system

with injustices

passport.airport

immigration's uh joke

and dis where we end

as we began

too much killing

pon dis land.





Kathy; killing me softly like hush puppies

mekking duppies

crawl through

the night.



Ole Skule; buddie bye bye..buddie bye bye

living uh lie

till he die die

buddie bye bye..buddie bye bye.



Bajaa'N: cross my path

and feel my wrath

of words coming

from me bible

so stop de vicious

circle.





De FruTees; the youth today

won't even pray

nothing to say

but... dem killing

us with dem sound

bra dacks...bra dacks

bra daacckkkkkks.





kathy shouts; STOP KILLING US





(SONG/MUSIC ENDS)





They walk off the stage.a serious statement made.the audience is

dumbstruck.no clapping,just murmurring.Eric Lewis shouts out YESSSS..that's

the message i wanted to convey.yesssss. people geh dem a hand..masterful.the

audience's relief --CLAP...CLAP...whistles ..shouts..murmurs.



MC;WOOOO UH WEEEE...lordy lordy...dahs tune bad..long, but bad..

we gotta get a move on though..two more songs before lunch..uh hungry

..muh belly thinks my throat get cut.the next performer is another rap

artist..he is the bajan equivalent of BUSTA RHYMES..his name is BUSS YUH

MOUT.he will be singing a hip hop milk-top song called CRABBYS.



Buss Yuh Mout walks from the back of the room.his pants falling down.his

shirt is torn.his mouth's full of gold teeth.on his head is a blue and red

bandana.he walks with a limp.his face carries a permanent snare.his shoes:

Micheal Jordan's nike.they need washing. no socks.his eyes red from

marijuana smoke.the MC walks away before he reaches the microphone.***



Buss Yuh mout; aagarrrrr..aagarrrr. hello my peeps.the name is buss yuh mout

and dat's just what uh gine do if wunna don't clap fuh muh..i's de bajan

Busta Rhyme. aaargrrr..aaaragrrrr.hey dj spin muh song.





CRABBY_ written by CRAIG OWNUSS

SONG;

AAARGRRRR AAARGRRR.

"""""""" """"""""

mule train..mule train

aaargrrr aaargrrr

""""""" """"""""



while tekking a puffy from me smokey and de bandit

uh idea hit muh between muh ears

so uh put down de roach(joint)

and started to approach

the idea wid a clearer head

since de rich man running de island

and uh running from de police

why don't uh clean up muh act

and get serious

stop being dubious

get real to real

bank account and set sail in yatch

like Brugga Johnson

in de reggata

round Antigua

eat large and get fatta.



bank moneys

rich honeys

benz and beamuuur

uh rolex playuur



muh brain in overdrive

like Micheal Gill

pon Stewarts Hill

blackmail or bribe

uh gine get mine.





munching..luncheon

at 12 o'clock

bank manager rock

wid laughter

no job,no colateral

borrow money,

yuh funny.

one down, but not out

like Brian Lara as captain

uh put up resistance

like Beres Hammond

and get de dunny(dollars)

from me cousin Sharon

to open de doors

of me own resteraunt

uh name it CRABBYS





Crabbys

is muh udder nick name

uh born in de Crane

St Phillip

call me dat

and i'll buss yuh lip

real quick like Courtney Walsh

or Ambrose bowling

pon Kensington Oval



(chorus)

crabbys crabbys

this song en done

but i am.



The music stops abruptly.he drops the mike and runs.behind him three men in

white coats shouting STOPP!!.the coats read STAFF OF JENKINS(a mental

institution). the silence is deafening.Now even,mad people singing pon

stage.





MC; who let dah mad man in hay.who put he name pon de program.wunna could

have done uh credit check..schruupps..uh nearly dead..wunna see how he tek

off.now OBA and ATO BOLDEN got competition. after the next performer we

gine eat..muh belly here touching muh back. who is the next performer? oh

yeah de next performers are 3 ST.LUCY GURLS. They will doing uh brek-down

soca version of TLC's NO SCRUBS mixed 4TY THIEVES' NO PIGEONS.it's a mix of

an old time calypso called DOVE AND PIGEON.uh don't remember that song.do

you? anyway de gurls ready tuh sing .so put your hands together for 3

ST.LUCY GURLS singing SCRUB AND PIGEON.

********



SCRUB AND PIGEON(uh bajan-brek-down soca mix)-written by DENNIS

YOUNG-cc.nlffg-1999





First Girl;HOWDEE..how de people dis evening? we gud.we here tuh do uh

ting.so sit back,relax,den wuk tuh de chorus..some uh wunna gine do de dog

wid dis song..love wunna badd.





song:

2nd girl;

what's wrong wid uh scrub?

a scrub is uh man

who don't stan he hand

bibbing in de rum shop

and wun buy he own.





3rd girl:

a pigeon is uh woman

dat still wear 1960's clothes

tall heel shoes

and petticoat full uh holes

always walking stylish

but in front uh food

she real licorish.





1st girl:

now dat wunna know how a srub and uh pigeon does act

leh we tell wunna whu happen when dem get married.





3 gurls:

de wedding tek place pon somebody's door step in de Pine

de guest had tuh walk thru mud,down uh line

uh defrocked priest conducted de ceremony

instead of uh car,dem ride pon uh pony.

de reception was held outside uh rumshop

wid everybody buying their own drinks

de food,,whu lawww,,de food

rice grain hard like bullets

de meat brek out people's false teeth

and de cake was three pudding bread

baked together as one

when dem cut de cake and um fall down

yuh shudda see de kiss afterwards

sloppy wid nuff dribbling

man,i'll never guh back tuh dem kinda weddings

not when uh scrub marrying uh pigeon







scrub and pigeon were two good companions

they made a great couple

when one wasn't in prison.

deh wuh show up in town

pon uh saturday

stopping more traffic

than OSSIE MOORE.

shopping widdout money

trusting evva ting dem eye see

even uh pack uh nuts and sweeties

we called dem cheap

but dem called demselves thrifties

coz dem grew up in de fifties

SCRUUBBBB

PIGEOOOONN

BRUG-GA-DOWN

dem gone town

scrruub

pigeoon

wunna deserved each other.

scrubbbb

yuh skin like mud

yuh wun bathe

water yuh wann save

pigeoooon

whey yuh get dah dress

it's uh mess

it's stitch up wid blue cotton

and it's uh cream dress.

scrubb scrubb scrubb.

pigeon pigeon pigeon.

scrubb scrubb scrubb.

pigeon pigeon pigeon.







scrub stopped wukking when he reach forty

pigeon stop picking fares and marry he

when duh was courting

it was de talk uh de village

one day when they were kissing

scrub put he hands in her pocket

trying to open she purse

she thought he was getting fresh

then smiled,took uh long breath

and said if yuh find it

yuh ken keep it.

if yuh find it.

yuh ken have it.

scrubb found her tease intriguing

so he beg her to marry him

she said yes ..but on one condition

that after every session

he must give her twenty dollars

to make it feel like old times.









scrubb and pigeon

were meant for each other

she wore uh wig

he wore uh stingy brim

until de coolie man

come back fuh them

it was said

they wore the same pajamas to bed

he wore de bottom

and she wore de top.



scrubb and pigeon

cheap cheap cheap

scrubb and pigeon.

borrow,then keep keep keep

scrubbbb scrubbbbb

pigeoooon pigeoooon















scrubb at muh front door

hand muh dah po

pigeon stepping high

like she smoke uh marijuana pile

scrubs and pigeons

live all over Barbados

if yuh never seen dem before

just tek uh look next door







scrub and pigeon

wining up

scrub and pigeon

wining down

hey somebody call de police

scrub and pigeon

pick me pocket

and gone run

wid muh money.



scrub....scrub...scrub

pigeon...pigeon...pigeon





(music fades)



a wining session is taking place on the floor.when the girls sing SCRUB,

SCRUB, SCRUB..women are rubbing the men's backs and wuking up.when they sing

PIGEON.PIGEON.PIGEON.the men wuk up behind the women,who pretend they are

walking in tall heel shoes.





MC;wunna had tuh find something tuh wuk up to.last time it was

Kungfusion.now it's Scrub and Pigeon.man yuh can't stop uh good bajan

wuk-up,but it's time fuh food..dj cut dah music man..everybody stop dancing

nuh..uh hungryyyyyy.see wunna later.



the music stops.the smell of food fills the air.hunger arrives and makes

little squeaky noises.the audience move to the back of the room,in an

orderly fashion.



Veronica and Duawee join the line.Leslie and Marlene go to the

bathroom.outside,crowds are gathering in small pockets of conversation and

laughter.Duawee finds Leslie and Marlene,who are sitting on the grass.

Veronica's nonappearance is explained.she took one look at a barman pouring

mauby into a glass and she rushed to the bathroom. Leslie and Marlene

giggle.



Marlene; now maybe she will leave it alone.she can't drink. heheheehe.





Veronica walks over to them,smiling.everyone's having fun.it's a good

day.the interviewer is talking to Lil Rick,Allison Hinds,Gabby,Gryner and

Ian Graves.the segments will be shown tonight on the 8'o'clock newcast.she

wanted to film some of the contestants,but was stopped by two men,at the

door.one name BAMSIE and the other name BATTMAN. A man from the NCF tried to

find a compromise,but they were adamant.no filming without money being paid.

the NCF man shook his head and walked away crying shame,shame,shame.



The sun's heat squeezes water through pores and through clothes. it's

wet.sticky.muggy.shade of trees,water,fan offers some comfort until the show

begins again.the room's air condition is at full blast.Heat.Heat.it's

HOT.hot enough to melt the tar covering the road.hot enough to make faces

change colour and perspiration run all over bodies.clinging,wet,dresses

showing off curves.



water runs everywhere.down the back of women standing under a tree.



water runs everywhere.from the mouths of men, standing by their cars,looking

at the water run down the backs of the women,who are watching the coconut

water,being poured into a icy-glass of FruTee drink,with soft jelly lying in

the comfort of shaved ice.the glass has beads of water running down the

hands of the drink seller.



water is everywhere.sea water rushes to the shore and the sound echoes

between ears.the call of the sea make some people leave.the heat is too

much.



water is everywhere.the waves calapse unto the sand.its breath sound

exhausting.white foam from its lips leaves patterns in the sand.crabs and

little insects hurry away from the surprising shower.



water is everywhere the woman turns.she is trapped.her feet barely touching

the bottom.sea water gathers near her mouth.she spits it out.gasping..hah

haah hah...spuuurt(spits).no words from lips.fear enters her,but pride

would not let her show it.



water is everywhere her eyes focus.she sees the end of sea,the ,beginning of

beach.seven sunbathers and a dog make up the group playing there .she

sighs.gasping water and air. haah.. haah..spuurt(spits again).she is

nervous.water is everywhere his hands touch.he is teaching her the art of

swimming.his voice full of bubbles, instruct.



MAN:bring your hands together infront of your face.keep your head

steady.now move your legs in a frog-like action.pull your hands through the

water,yes that's good.great. you're doing fine.now five more strokes and

that's enough for the day.ok. my dear.by the way i like your name..STORM 5.



STORM:thanks, but remember you promised to show me the breast stroke.



man; ok...i'll show you.





water is everywhere.finally her feet touches bottom.he kisses her a

surprise.she hardly knows him.she likes the kiss.his lips strong with

intentions.why would he do such a thing?she wonders.she throws water over

him.his face soft.his eyes brown with dashes of red.his eyelids curled into

seduction.she melts into his arms.a long day wanting.her swimming action

started it.her soft skin brushing against him, brought feelings rushing

skyward.she turns her head away from the shore and unto his face then

planting a kiss so fierce,he trembles.

her body tightens.his hands wraps her body tighter,for the kiss has loosen

everything.

a tease appease.



SEA,SUN,RELAX.VACATION.PARADISE.BARBADOS.SHE HAD WISHED.A BOOK.A

MASSAGE.NIGHT CLUB.A DANCE AND SHOPPING.THAT WOULD BE PERFECT.



instead.

a man.an invitation.sea?

yes.

swim?

no.

teach you?

ok.

The day progressed as patterned in her mind,earlier.but,now the waves had

interfered with her thoughts.their movements had tossed her unto him.she

likes it and laughs.his hands caress.she gives in.she wants him.



water is everywhere she splashes.sudden waves.curves.the kiss long.it's

length measured in gasps of air. knots untied. wide. straight.rushing water

breaking over rock and withdrawing.foaming.

another kiss.wish.still.movement,one on one.the rushing wave.the lift to

heights.a gasp of water IN.his heart beating upon hers.

water is everywhere.bellysurfing.toes lifting from bottom,legs surrounding

his waist.Her body wraps.waves surge.curves.merge.

months of sleepless nights release words.waving in and out.words burst

.escape.in curse.marching sounds.till tremble.lips full inviting .shaking

heads.yessssss. waterman. yessssss.



water is everywhere.on the beach.sand on their skin.a love afternoon

spent.lying there ,waiting for another wave,they look at each other.a smile

and touching of hands. exhausted.fun.another wave rises and splashes itself

over them.a strong kiss in the sand and the love begins HERE FOR ETERNITY.



water is everywhere in paradise.





The sun runs everyone indoors to an air condition cool flow. AHHH

AHHHHHHHH.



The signing of autographs draws long lines and shouts.

pen and paper



To Nicole Haddaway

live love laughter

Na-vee

(uh bajan doing he ting)





pen and paper-



To Michelle H

your bright eyes

lies within me

A burning desire

till i reach you.

thanks.



cree-man



pens and papers sign.

The oblighing superstars make the women happy.the women walk away wide

eyed,clutching strips of paper upon their chests.the ink staining their

clothes.men are in awe,looking at Allison Hinds.her beauty beyond their

imagination.they don't want her autographs. they want her digits.she

refuses.she has only one man and that' how it will stay.Love to de man

playing de pan.

TONYA HOLDIPP is another big crowd puller.She oozes sex appeal.

TONYA HOLDIPP is a soft flow of water,gently pecolating into a beautiful

woman.

TONYA HOLDIPP'S sensual eyes make confessions easier.

TONYA HOLDIPP is the woman for the next millennium.



MC; get ready peeps..party time again..wunna ready fuh dis next session.uh

just wann tell Thelma she food was real sweet and uh coming around sunday

fuh dinner...hahahahaha. who's next performer. bring me a copy of de

program.... thanks,the next performer is DEV.he'll be doing a poem in de

playon.wrap-around style.



DEV; hello everyone.first i would like to thank my friend NICOLE HADAWAY for

the inspiration for this poem.it'll be done in slam style and may take a

while to digest,but listen and you'll feel the words.



uh slam poem.no name attach.

(by dennis *de dev* young)







(backup song by Michele H and Niccee Haddaway)



SINGS:

This life is a cruel world

this life is a cruel world

(repeats 4x)





michelle H;

its a bad day in my city

with drunks on the sidewalk

begging for change

and echo my sentiments

wishing for a new tenament

wanting a good life permanent

it's a bad day in my city

with guns and drama

making my day

gritty...

its a pity

tomorrow will be

another day in my city





Niceee Hadaway;

O..o...o hhhoooo o...o.o..ohhooo

hey hey hey.

hey hey hey.

i know what you're saying

bullets holes on my wall

all night i'll be praying

for an end to the voilence

and silence of this madness

it may be a bad day in your city

but,in mine,the nights show no pity

O..o...o...hhhooo..o..o..o..ohhooo

hey hey hey

hey hey hey.





Michele H and Nicee Hadaway:

We need changes

we need changes in this world

how long will it go on

how long will it go on

i ask you how long

will you wear that frown

how long

how long will you be hiding

from the truth

you know and i know

drug dealers are hovering on the roofs

selling death to the children

while we wait for the politician

to make his entrace on television

another acting award

for his teardrops fall

on the same street

the body laid.

changes

we need changes in this world

(repeat 3x)



(music fades)

A SOUND OF GUNFIRE..A SCREAM..A TRUMPET WAILING.





Dev enters,with a celluar phone attach to his ear.tears are rolling down

his face.he attempts to put on his pants(trousers) and falls over.the phone

also falls.SMASSSHH.no comunication.he tries to put it together.no dial

tone.he crawls to the edge of the stage and waits.



MICHELE H brings him a microphone.He takes it,gets to his feet and walks to

the side entrance.music kicks in..solemn at first,then a trip-hop beat.a

marching sound.he rushes across the stage and burst into words.





Here I Am...Here I Am.this' another foundation on which i stand, creating

words for you to devour,before sour grapes set in your mind like crime in

the city.marching on sidewalks.kicking up dust off the street.dirty

feet.begging.Reagan to change the laws of trickle down economics,reading

comics laughing.jokes on you and i.asending stairs to a room of

cockroaches.stale pee in the corridors of nostrils full of snot,cold

weather.snow.almost frozen .time on a rolex mind.lottery.numbers.running

tick, tock.what uh load of crock.crooks in expensive suits.tv crew.must go

to the LOO.(toilet)

monies gone to bill and taxes.education's a must.stop cuss.black man make a

name for self.believe in self.do it without anyone telling/yelling (at) you

.just do it like nike /spike lee directing traffic on broadway.

so school called you fool.because you forgot mathematics.back to the drawing

board.back to the future of you.it's hard,but life's harder,without a

father.

a masters degree heat in de summertime.wine.lemonade party,bar-b-que

celebration ,meditation to God. Thanks.a new pants.a girl name Pearl.hair

curl.water swirl.laughter.two months later a better job.reading

books.knowledge.power.a bigger house.lonely rooms.married Pearl without

hesitation.three nine months joy,father/mother proud.one girl/two boys.a

family perfect picture.school academics.all.one boy doctor.other boy

lawyer.a nuclear scientist daughter.

Eyes misty at graduation ceremony.grey hair parents become grands.bigger

family.happy ending till Souls fly home.father dies/ mother cries..mother

dies. children cry-cycle.life's a cycle. Wheels spinning out of

control,just like the world..just like the world.

sing your song girls.





Michele H/Nicee Haddaway;

Changes in this world

gotta have changes

in this world

so that story like this

don't come amist

becoming another dream deferred

in this world

we need changes

"""""""""""""

in this world

""""""""""""





The audience claps,begging for an encore.Dev has already left the stage.the

girls brings him back.he smiles then bows.they want more.he oblighes.



DEV:

continuation without duplication



moral issues like tissue kept in secret compartments,hiding behind religious

zeal-Lot losing wife to salt pouring over christianity with insanity lying

in bed of roses witn poses and doses of life and GOD said let there be

life.creation garden.Adam and Eve apple fruit rotten .begotten son. Abel

.forgotten son. Cain seeking fame in the eyes of jealous rage.killing his

brother.

does this story sound familar?

a story from the bible

is happening today.





with those words Dev and the girls walk off the stage.

claps and whistles.



MC: how do i follow that one.i am absolutely mesmerised by that

performance.slam poetry -wow... i've got to get a move on,so here we go...

the next performer is Nicole Hadaway .her song's called.DANCING IN THE RAIN.





SONG;DANCING IN THE RAIN-written by DENNIS YOUNG AND NICOLE HADAWAY,music by

Travis Bosgue^-CC-wldsm-1999.





Nicole Hadaway:Thank you everyone.some of you might recognise me.some years

ago i sang in the Richard Stoute teen talent contest.well i'm back and as

you can see i'm no longer a little girl.



With those words Nicole spins around,her dress clinging tightly to her

body.her hair short with small curls at the back.the dress is split on one

side and reveals pictures of beautiful legs.from there the dress become an

accessory to the mind.the girl has back.it makes one wish one was uh....

men whistle.she teases.





Song; DANCING IN THE RAIN



it's hurting,hurting,hurting again

everytime it rains

it's hurting,hurting,hurting again

everytime it rains





broken promises hanging in my mind

making me cry some nights

when the silence gets louder

i look for you through my tears

but you never,never appear

i feel i'm going crazy

waiting for you

waiting for you

in vain





i should be outside

dancing in the rain

dancing in the rain

wishing for you

kissing on you

do what we do

what we used to

what we used to

while dancing in the rain

while dancing in the rain

love making two

kissing on you

dancing in the rain





one man doesn't rule my world

so i'll never bow down

i'll never worship you

even if it hurts me

i'm gonna forget you

even if takes a lifetime

i'm gonna try

to leave

so don't look for me

i wouldn't be around

for you to laugh with me

to have bath with me

afterwards





(chorus)

i'll be outside

dancing in the rain

dancing in the rain

::::::::::::;







sleep's in my eyes

i'm in bed

for another lonely night

book's in my hand

you in my head

and in my heart

what am i doing to myself?

i'm going out

i going to a club

and dance..dance..dance

with someone new

forget about you

and i

and how we used to

kiss

while.





dancing in the rain.

dancing in the rain.

:

alone

dancing in the rain.





the music stops.Nicole waves and blows kisses at someone in the audience.



MC: Girl you look real good.if ever you looking for someone to dance

with.call me.i'm in the phone book....alright wunna like that tune. i sure

did.more tunes to come.





(to be continued)





((To the readers---there are a lot more songs/rap/poems etc..\some of these

have been edited out,so as not to let the story become boring.please do not

be too disappointed if you do not see your name-ok--tek some love))

To Nickki--thanks

*dev*

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