MC; De next person please.we wann finish this show and move on de party,to

be held on both de Harbour Master and de Bajan Queen.more bout that

later.leh we go..next one up is IERE B doing a dancehall tune. come on up

Dub chanter.de people ready fuh yuh.





Iere B; Greetings from the most high to all my brethens and sistrens,peace

pon one and all. i man will be doing a song called WORLD.it's a dancehall

(INTERLUDE) done in de NUTZ AND BOLT RIDDUM.



WORLD(interlude)-written by Curtis I.B Hewitt/Dennis Young-cc-dmibh-1999



IERE B:

awaah awaah awaah...

awaah awaah awaah...

world... peace

awaah awaah awaah...

awaah awaah awaah...

world... peace





In Kosovo,Saranovo,

Colorado and Gettos

across de Caribbean sea

liccle youts dying continuously

too many wars

war inna de cities

war inna de towns

drug wars inna de ghettos

leave no rising sons.



mummy waiting pon she green card

tuh guh backayard

mummy wann guh home

she's been away too long

she misses de sea and sun.



In udder parts uh de world

war has taken its toll

uh mother's tears mounting

coz her boy soldier gone ahunting

and may not return.







world

why yuh suh cruel?

have you no pity?

your hatred's so strong

we'll never get along.

world

a ball of confusion

spinning around

please leave us some love

to hold on ...to.

world....

awaah..awaah.







Haiti's an outcast

and never part of America's backdoor

it's citizen treated as second class

and sent back widdout uh pass

for status refugee.

yuh should refuse G.

and stand together against

police brutality.



war in de city

babylon Guiliani

war in de country

Milosevic's sick

war in de ghettos

tag de drug dealers' toes.





world.

where is your compassion?

Africa's chidren uh suffa

but yuh send de same fate to Bosnia

world

yuh full uh madness

holding uh gun

and losing yuh caress

world

world

where's your love?







malutrition inna de belly

mekking de people angry

education against racism

but de children wun listen

dem mek de sign uh de cross

and shoot wid de udder hand

declaring waaar.

with hope being de loser

from uh smoking gun

but we must stand up

we musn't run

stand up

in dis world.

stand up for children

boys and girls.







world.

if peace is just another word

in your mind

can you use it soemtime.

world.

If we're one people

why,then, do we fight

for nothing

leaving ourselves vunerable

and naked

to the truth and the light.

world

one love

world

one peace

world

one destiny

WORLD.





awaah awaah awaah.







(music fades)





MC; good wun man.next performer is Shonda singing a love song called HAPPY.





HAPPY-written by Dennis Young-CFG-1999





Shonda;hello,i would like to give some shoutouts to my posse girls in the

third row.WUUUPS PON YUH..FUH REAL.





SONG;

song birds singing outside my window

makes my morning come alive

i'm so happy

to be back in Barbados

after so many years in America

LIVE,LOVE,LAUGHTER

is all i think of

on this beautiful morning.







i'm happy to be alive

i'm happy to be God's child

I'M HAPPY.

HAPPY.

to be here..

reliving my childhood.

i'm as happy as anyone can be.

i'm happy

happy.

joy in the morning.









yesterday i saw his face

for the first time in years

i smiled when he smiled

but the place wasn't right

the place wasn't right

i turned detective

to see who he was with

it turned out to be his cousin Joycelyn

and we laughed afterwards

as we reminisce

over our childhood.





happy

i'm happy to see him again

after so many years

he has erase the pain

of my broken heart

and made me,oh so happy

i'm happy

now my grey clouds are gone

blue skies are here

makes me so happy.

i'm happy.



(chorus)

Happy

:::::







Today i'll see him again

by the sea with our friends

will we remain under control

and keep our secrets

or will we hold on to each other

and let the world know

how our love has survived

to make it this far

and live happily

ever after.

or am i dreaming?

so what, if i am

i'll still be happy

i'm happy.





happy

an abundance of joy

growing inside of me

giving me life

again

erasing the pain

and i'm happy

.....







(music fades)



Shonda walks away from the microphone and is greeted by a man holding

flowers.she takes the flowers and a kiss.lips upon lips.the audience clap

for them.they have found their love again.





MC; man uh jellus bad bad...all dese nice wimmin bout hay and uh still

lonely,somebody tek pity pon muh nuh? next performer is Lady Vee and her son

Biggie.They are the only performers with their own band.what's the band's

name again? ok...got it..it's KEWL on guitar and the band's called TREASURE.

wunna come from New York right? All New yawwwkers in de house say haaaaay.



The New York section,on the right of the room,shouts: HAAAAAAAY.



Someone shouts: Bajan Yankees invading we.



Lady Vee is wearing a tight dress.her hair black with strips of red,is

twisted into many shapes.the woman has back.nuff back.Biggie is wearing a

FABU shirt and blue jeans.he walks like one of the New York rappers.



LADY VEE; helloooooo Barbaaaadosssssss..how wunna gine? we'll be doing a

song called IN THINE EYE,OH LORD.



IN THINE EYE,OH LORD-written by Dennis Young-cc-omoag-1999





song:

prayer is the answer

prayer is the only answer.

with prayer

you'll go further

prayer is the answer

nothing brings you closer

to the Lord.







Today,Tomorrow

are not leased to us

we never know when

our lives will end

there's no me without God

there's no you without the Lord

there'll be no world without him

so put your trust in him

and he'll take away your sins

make you life begin again

he's done it once

and he'll do it again

He'll die for your sins.







In thine eye,oh lord

i stand humble before you

in thine eye,oh lord

i will manifest myself before thee

in thine eye,oh lord

my love for you remains eternal

in thine eye,

oh lord

i am what i am

so show me what you want

me to do.







Biggie;

Fields of plenty,suddenly barren

are signs of man's iniquity

falling down on him

when love was aplenty

he gave hatred instead

when children cried from afar

he went to bed

and closed his ears

awoke next morning

to hear himself

crying at the horror

on the tv scream.

but,it's your work God Jahovah

it's your work

so bless them,bless them

it's your will,oh Lord

bless them,bless them.





Lady vee;

Thank you father for my son

thank you father for showing him

your signs

and thank you for welcoming him

into your house of worship

thank you for saving him.

thank you for my son

thank you for my joy.





Biggie/Lady Vee:



in thine eyes, oh lord

we be,but,pebbles on a shore

small and insecure

but in our hearts

we know...we knowwwww

it's your wish

for us to exist

and live with love always

in thine eyes..oh lord

in thine eyes

we be blessed

forever,

in thine eyes

oh lord

we see heaven

heaven

on earth.



lord...bless them,bless them

bless them,bless them

and let's stay together

in thine eyes.



(music fades)



With those words they hold each other and leave the stage.Lady Vee and

Biggie/Mother and Son----FAMILY.





MC; AWWWW... a really nice song thanks.next please..we moving fast

today...nuff talent though,geh everyone a hand.



The audience claps.



MC;next up it's CREE MAN doing his version of Eric Lewis' song LAST SATURDAY

NIGHT..his song called DE LETTER....here's Cree Man.



Cree Man;hello everyone..my name is Cree Man and i would like to send these

words as tribute to DE GREAT CAREW.let's not forget the happiness he gave

us.also,to the youths in the streets this is a warning...listen again..





DE LETTER-written by DENNIS YOUNG--cc-nadil-1999



MUSIC-trombone wails like a sulking child...drums crash and flips onto the

cymbals...piano sound..three keys play continously..bass jumps in and

out...haunting sound...the drama is building up to the violin then a drum

roll breaks in and flips again...the sound is dramatic.it builds then

desends.__





CREE MAN

SONG:

uh heard this story from muh partner,Elvis

who lost he oldest brother,Clarence

in uh shoot out,at uh dance.

over uh misunderstanding

he din stand uh chance

when de bullet hit he,

it leff he body holy.



Later a letter was found in his room

three days after the burial

but his mudder couldn't read

the words,so soon,after her son's demise

she cried

and handed it to Elvis

asking him to read

since he is her second and last seed.







de letter began





dear momma

uh sorry fuh muh mekking yuh cry

when yuh pay muh bail at de police station

uh din mean tuh teff de motorcyle

it was Lapro who geh me de idea

he seh we kin mek money

by selling de parts

tuh uh man in St.Lucy

but we din get far

before uh police car

stop we fuh riding erratically

uh jump off and tried tuh run

but muh head hit a tree

and uh fall down

uh din mean it momma

uh din mean it.





de letter had drops of tears

made de paper colour change

de letter was written in blue ink

de words mek he mudder heart sink

de letter begged for forgiveness

de letter begged for mercy

de letter was undelivered.







momma

fuhgive muh

uh don't know why uh suh bad

momma

uh became uh rebel

after daddy settle

in he grave

uh just couldn't undertstand

after he dun geh dis country

dis so call paradise

fifty eight years of his working life

after he dun cut cane

and mek uh dollar

outside uh croptime

bitterness he swallow

he would hang down his head

turn down his collar

and drink rum wid he friends

then come home

widdout food money to spend

and it hutt me momma

it hutt (hurt) me bad

how could uh decent man like daddy

wuk suh hard

just tuh go to de cemetry

now tell me momma.

tell me.







de letter had no date

of his impending fate

it spoke of hopelessness

and despair

de letter showed he still cared

de letter was two pages long

de letter had smudges of blue ink

de letter showed he was closed to the brink(madness)

de letter was undelivered





now, momma read this

to Elvis

ELvis,uh don't know whu tuh say

maybe uh should just pray

turn to Jesus and beg forgiveness

for my wickedness

Elvis, uh miss we boy days

remember how we used to roast breadfruit

and fight over de pigtail

remember how we would husk coconuts

and sell dem to de tourist

then would put de money

by momma's soap dish

and would laugh when she found it

cause she always said the same thing

^^de Lord does provide^^

remember how we would fight in de morning

but would be best friends by noon

remember how momma would beat we

wid uh limb off the pea tree

then she would feel sorry

and geh we bakes and lemonade

then send we tuh bathe

remember how we would tell stories

under the street light

and kiss de girls as they pass

remember when we used to play games

and how you laughed

when you first caught me wid Abrigail

playing hide and hoop

yuh din wann play wid she agen (again)

because she smell like de pig pen

Elvis..uh tired..uh real tired

of this madness

i keep bringing

i'm trying to be good

but everything turns out bad

Elvis...uh gine try

to do better

Elvis,uh hope to be like you





de letter was found inside de bible

with some words underlined

it looked like he was asking

God for repentance

de letter mek Elvis cry

because this was Clarence's goodbye

de letter was not signed

but they knew his handwriting

de letter was his epitaph

de letter mek de mudder wish

Clarence had stayed around

for a kiss

de letter was put in a picture frame

and hung on his bedroom wall

de letter became a shine

for Elvis and his mudder

would look at the words everyday

then kneel and pray

for Clarence's soul

and de other children

who have strayed from their mother's fold

de letter was undelivered.







momma

uh got to go now

uh got tuh meet uh man bout uh job

he seh it does pay

four hundred dollars a day

all uh have to do

is pick up a suitcase

from uh boat down by de harbour

he seh don't ask nuh questions

and he'll pay uh bonus

momma we gine eat good this weekend

write uh note and tell muh whu tuh bring home

momma dis might bring uh change in muh life

momma,haha...hahaha.

maybe uh might home uh wife

uh gotta go momma

i'll talk tuh yuh next week

tek care uh yuhself

and remember momma

uh love yuh deep.



your son

Clarence.









de letter was undelivered

de letter had sadness

de letter had hope

de letter mek everybody at de funeral cry

de letter was undelivered









Elvis told me Clarence din like de job

nor de boss man

coz he spoke in whispers

but barked out orders

Clarence tried to leave

but was threatened wid uh gun

but knowing Clarence

he wasn't afraid uh de man nor he gun

he was afraid uh mekking momma tears run

so he stuck it out

pon de harbour

wid de secret police watching

and doing nothing

he wondered who was running

the country

de Prime Minister

or de Drug Lords.





de letter was undelivered.





On that fateful night

Clarence went to uh fete

wid he spar Carl

driving uh new car

pockets full uh money

drinks and food uh runney

de sound system blaring soca and dub

until drama entered the club

uh bad man from New Orleans

walk right up tuh Carl

and demanded money

Carl pull he switch blade

Clarence pull he gun

but de man had de drop pon dem

and pull his trigger first.

de gun yelped blam! blam!blam!

one bullet hit Carl in he chest

blood run all over he vest

he hit de ground wid uh thump

arms stretched out

Carl died

before he hit de ground...braps.

his heart took de bullet's full impact

and burst into blood

like his mother's tears.





de letter was undelivered





Clarence pulled out he shotte

but the clip had on uh safety

so while he fumbled

wid de forty five

de bad man pull his trigger again

hit a bystander in de arm

his third shot hit Clarence

in de head

blood spouted all over de place

even in his girlfriend's face

he tried,again,to shoot

too late

Clarence hit the ground too

and died before the ambulance arrived



..de news hit momma hard

she ran out into de yard

sat on uh rock

and cussed and cried

next day and night.







(TALK)

so now wunna hear de story

no heros no glory

uh have something

to show all uh wunna

here it is

here it is

de letter

delivered.



(Also dedicated to LINTON KWESI JOHNSON-dub poet-London,KAMAU

BRATHWAITH-poet-New York/Barbados and DENNIS *blackbeard* BOVELL-dub

master-London/(St.Andrews)







Cree man flashes a peace sign and leaves the stage.the audience are

mesmerise by the song.the words piercing the air and hurting many hearts.A

few women are crying,because their sons are,also,heading the way of Clarence

and Carl.It takes a few minutes for the people to compose themselves.



MC;oh my oh my..what can i say? i'm lost for words. uh was feeling the pain

of the mother as he sang the song,the way he contorted his face and body

made me feel uh was witnessing the murder and uh was also the victim.uh just

felt it within me.and when he remembered his boy days, growing up with his

younger brother i remembered mine too. All so similar.Well let's get on the

with show.the next performer is PYERATE.he'll be doing a calypso:YUH CALL

YUHSELF.People have been talking 'bout this one..say it too controversial

and deserves to be banned from de airwaves..uh don't know 'bout that, uh

like this song and as we all know this is a free country ,so we kin sing

'bout anything we like. come on PYERATE come sing yuh song.



YUH CALL YUHSELF-written by Dennis Young--cc--utlml-1999 ..inspired

by John King's song -CONTRADICTION.







SONG;

be damama pam pam palam pam

(repeat 5x)





race talk dividing de country

white versus black

issues of race

now,i'm here to present my case.







from de days of slavery

de question of race

has haunted mankind

all through time

bewildered by the fact

some are white

others are black

so he uses his ignorance

to brainwash the ignorant

telling dem bout white's superiority

in all books history.





so yuh call yuhself WHITE

knowing it's just uh colour

and dat when storm day come

we all gine run fuh shelter

you're white..i'm black

we'll be in uh corner

praying together

"oh father please help me

stop de rain and muh house

from falling

oh father please."

now answer me this.

if you say we ain't brothers

how come we got de same father?





yuh call yuhself HUSBAND

but how come yuh leaving yuh wife at home

and de children ain't seen dem father

fuh two days?

how come yuh spend yuh money pon

an outside woman?

while hungry bellies grumble at home

how come yuh beat yuh wife

coz she ask yuh fuh money

to pay yuh bills?

but yuh go and kiss up de other woman

on new furniture yuh buy

watch fifty-five inch television

and lie in uh water bed

but yuh last child

has to sleep in her brother's room

while he sleeps in de front room

yuh call yuhself father and husband

man yuh don't even know de meaning

uh de word.





yuh call yuhself PRIME MINISTER

and yet yuh wouldn't lead

some uh de poor people out of poverty

de rich people crawling pon yuh back

like Cow itch.

dem got plenty money

and call demselves GOD ard

What have they done lately?

but put their names and faces in de papers

talking 'bout

nude pictures investigation

and de removal of Nelson

Prime Minister

don't use those words again

unless yuh can mek yuh underlings

understand you is first in rank

and dey must stay incheck

even if de greenland decision stank

yuh can call yuhself

but I en listening.





yuh call yuhself POOR

but how come yuh front door

dropping off

and de windows broken

but yuh got de latest luxuries

and uh brand new settee

yuh call yuhself DESTITUTE

but yuh car brand new

refurbished

rubbish

costing thousand of dollars.

how come yuh still begging yuh brother

to help pay yuh mortgage

yuh call yuhself poor?





yuh call yuhself PEACEMAKER

but yuh bombing poor people

in de name of freedom

uh mistake here.

uh mistake there.

oops...uh bomb drop pon civilans

kills mothers and children

sorry..but in war

everyone's uh casualty

yuh call yuhself de WORLD'S POLICEMAN

but how come yuh ignore

de atrocities in Africa

sending small money

to feed millions

while in Europe

billions will be spent

on bridges and homes

you destroy.

yuh have lotsa dollars

but it doesn't make sense.

yuh call yuhself

U S A

but,lately,no-one cares.





yuh call yuhself Indian

yuh call yuhself Pakistani

yuh call yuhself Hindu

yuh call yuhself Muslim

but fight over everything

over Kasmir

threatening one anudder

wid bombs and bullets

even at cricket

wunna wann kill

by burning flags

and inciting evil.

maybe,if yuh would just call each other

by phone or name

someone would answer.











yuh call yuhself uh POET and WRITER

but where are de fullstops and commas?

de style yuh write in

is called slamm

but it sound too bajan

yuh think yuh is uh poet

but you're uh wannabe Kamau Brathwaith

as fuh yuh song writing

yuh should check wid Gabby

Red Plastic Bag or John King

dem would show yuh writing skills

dat would help yuh pay yuh bills

now yuh think yuh high and mighty

but some of de things yuh write sound shity

yuh call yuhself

but yuh phone isn't ringing

(yuh gone mad)





yuh call yuhself HUMAN

but somehow yuh lost de meaning

of equality.

and dis is where i end.. my sound bite

with biting remarks

hear me now.







(rapid style)

and Matthew Shepherd didn't do no wrong

he got killed over his sexual orientation

silent deep...Matthew scream

and the three came to court

looking real mean

silent deep..Matthew scream

and de horror of murder

played on my television screen

silent deep...Matthew screams

no more

silent deep...Matthew's asleep



James Byrd needed a lift home

but choose the wrong road

encountering death, six eyes cold

packed full of beer

hatred in their hearts

killed over skin pigmentation

three whites one black

outnumbered,couldn't fight back

so an evil deed was carried out

by three wicked men

who tried to disguise themselves as drunks

but the jury saw through their swagger

and return uh quick verdict

"that's all she wrote"

g u i l t y

guilty of murder.





James Byrd and Matthew Shepherd

rest in peace





now all that's all for today

opps sorry ... one more thing to say

before calling yuhself

yuh should first check yuhself

uh gone..have uh good day.







the room erupts into,shouting,clapping and whistles.the youngsters are

stamping and shouting,PYERATE...PYERATE...PYERATE. he gives them the peace

sign and slides off the stage.



MC; Pyerate..uh see why dem ban yuh song.too much controversy.yuh even

criticise yuhself. Where has all this talent been hiding..man wunna real

bad..we've got to get a move on .de promoters say to keep it short.those

with long songs or poems should mailed them to RHP inc.ST.GEORGE OR FAX 425

... XXXX. you can find this information at the back of the program.now

without much further ado..i would like to welcome on stage my favourite

singer from de parish of St.Andrew.dis is de girl all uh wunna gine be

talking "bout.i cannot say more.let her music tell yuh.let's give a hand to

TARAH HOLDIPP..sweet..yeah.. sweet.



Tarah Holdipp: thank you MR. MC,much appreciated.let's give a shout out to

the mothers..say yeaaah.



Audience; yeaaaaaahh....yeaaaaah





Tarah Holdipp;hello i need a favour from the media,please spell my name

correctly.the name's Tarah,some of you have been calling me Tonya..it's

spelt T A R A H ok. Anyway how are you all feeiing? Isn't this a good thing

we got going.I hope we support RICHARD STOUTE TALENT SHOW the same way we

are supporting today. Are you ready? i'll be singing a slow R and B song.

hope you enjoy it.the name of the song is WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?



(MUSIC)

BASS sounds like a heart beat then meanders across the lead guitar

sound,which has a jazzy feel.Arturro Tappin blows his sax-wailing,until the

beat of the drums and congas.Nicholas Brancker chips in on the

ivories(piano).a mellow sound.the sax floats in and out along with the

congas.the drum beat intercepts and falls.





WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR-written by Dennis Young-gyf-1999





(a voice crackles over a scratchy record)



"i'm like a ship

sheltering a storm

without your love

i'm like a ship

sheltering a storm"





Tarah:

sheltering a storm

all alone

in the dark

needing..needing you

from across this room.





now that you're here with me

what will you do?

if i tell you how much

i need you.

what would we do?

what would we do?







come over here and kiss me sweet

upon my waiting lips

kiss me,sip me

like water from a coconut

kissing me all over

like a bee kisses a flower

now let me kiss you

put my moves back on you

wanna love yuh, love yuh

like no tomorrow

i'm calling you

why don't you answer?

why are you staying away?

why don't you come closer?

why not? why not?

tell me





what are you waiting for?

what are you waiting for?

are you so unsure

that you cannot speak

come over here to me

tell me, hold me

whisper in my ear

why are you acting so shy?

what are you waiting for?









come on,come on,come on

i am ready.

for your bedroom

so let's get it on.

no ..no don't interrupt

my love's like an overflowing cup

so come love me

kiss me,sip me

kiss me all over

like a bee kisses a flower

well ...well

what are you waiting for?





(chorus)



(the cracking voice/scratching record starts again)



"i'm like a ship

sheltering a storm

i'm like a ship

sheltering a storm"



(Arturo blows in.his sax twisting chords and notes around a perculating

guitar sound,piano chipping in and out-reverb-bass,congas add to a full mix)





they say patience is a virtue

but what good is that to me

if you spend all day thinking

without romancing

doing nothing,nothing at all

what are you waiting for?

what are you waiting for?

...



i'm awaiting you

close the windows

leave the door open

my eyes are close

and i'm waiting

waiting.

butterfly wings

on satin

opening

ready to fly

for you..

kiss me quick

kiss me, sip me

like water from a coconut

i'm waiting.

ready and willing

so

so

WHAT ARE YOU WATING FOR?

(repeat 2x)



(breathy sounds)

(music ends)





A man in the audience shouts; I'M WAITING FOR YOU. his girlfriend pulls

him by the shirt sleeve.he slowly returns to his seat,his eyes fix on

Tarah.All eyes are on Tarah.She waves and walks off the stage.



MC: hey Tarah show muh some love nuh,come geh yuh man uh hug..yuh know uh

love yuh bad bad..no disrespect Allison,but uh have to geh jack he jacket

and Tarah muh heart..de girl does melt me faster dan uh snowcone melts at

noon..de girl's got my heart.





Tarah returns to the MC.she smiles.the tightness of her white body suit

makes the men eyes pop out,cartoonish.A sudden intake of breath and envy

tries to draw the MC away.she drops her hands.the MC holds on.he smiles with

the audience.they smile back.Tarah eases herself out of his arms.he holds

her hand, as she walks away. he looks like a love-sick puppy.his eyes follow

her all the way back to her seat.Mac Fingall comes from behind the curtain

and takes the microphone from him.



Mac Fingall;Boy go siddown...yuh en see de woman en want yuh.Tarah it's true

whu dem seh bout yuh...yuh fit badddd.on de stage,now, will be a number of

calypsonians from all over de caribbean..looking at the list it reads like a

who's who of the calypso world.we got Chalkdust,Baron,Sparrow,Cro Cro,David

Rudder,Stalin,Gabby,Red Plastic Bag,Invader,Observer,John

King,Wizard,Lapee,Zipbag...and the list goes on and on...wait muh name

missing from dis list..somebody hand muh a cellular phone...uh wann call

BAMCIE..how can they have a show with calypso and don't have me in it?leh

muh ask wunna ,when did Trevor Eastman become a calypsonian,,he mek noise

pon Ian Graves tune last year and walk bout telling people he gine win road

march--bare foolishness.nuff respect to me boy Trevor. yuh still owe muh uh

drink from last year finals.remember we bet who would get de loudest

applause and i won,even though yuh bring yuh Gall Hill,Foul Bay,Carrignton

Village and Bank Hall posse and put dem up front.dem couldn't match my krew

from Six Roads,Marchfield,Antigua,Trinidad and Jamaica..yuh fuhget uh gone

universal.uh got some jokes fuh wunna..if yuh under eighteen,close wunna

ears.



Mac Fingall tells his jokes..they are too risque.the calysonians gather

behind him while he peppers the room with jokes.A few women are on their

backs,laughing, kicking off the last joke.



Mac Fingall :ok settle down people...hey get dah woman off de floor..she

gehing muh flashbacks .uh tek one look down there while she pon she

back,feet up in de air and uh remember how uh used to get punish.. muh

mudder would say go put yuh face in uh dark corner.while i'm in de corner uh

would close my eyes,make faces and push out my tongue.Now yuh see why uh

looking hard,pon stage,when uh see she .hahaha...



The room erupts again.the calypsonians laugh too.



Mac Fingall: ok ..dem ready ..leh we listen to dis song.





15 calypsonians on stage.******



Stalin; hellooooo Caribbean people.it feels so good to be part of this

show.you guys have been wonderful and all that talent rattling the

Caribbean,we are ready for the world.i'm sure i echo the sentiments of my

fellow calypsonians.it's good to see me friend Gabby and i hope that while

i'm here,we could do another song..remember sandy mati nay*...before i bore

you, let me get on wid de business at hand.de name uh dis song is CARIBBEAN

UNITY.each calypsonian will sing a few words,then you,the audience, can join

us in singing the chorus,at the end ok - let's go fellas.





Caribbean Unity-wriiten by Dennis McF Young-cc-ubtat-1999.





SONG:

y2k,y2k

de next millinenum

year 2000

coming soon.









Wizard; our history book shows us

arawaks and caribs

were de first Caribbean people

one tribe peaceful

de other hostile

somehow,over de years, we haven't

not to laugh at we brothers

when they don't have flour

because while sugar cane maybe sweet

one day,it might hurt we belly





Observer:



yeah, me brother Wiz

tell them,tell them

that when hurricanes come

and blow down

houses

and raindrops make rivers

overflow

we shouldn't run to America

we should pull together

and help each other

because we are only stepping stones

for America's back door.





Zipbag:

our children uh suffa

going to bed widdout supper

while we elected officials

go on extended lunch hours

and rub dem bellies

while passing wind

den get pon television

wid fancy words

and mix

uh good dose of politricks







Sparrow;

In the fifties federation

in de Caribbean

our heads of government

disagreed

over who should lead

but,before de people could answer

it dissolved into poor misery

Adams was de best man

for de big job

even though Barbados was small.

It was our first

taste of Caribbean unity

but it turned out to be a dream

by Walter Mitty.







CRO CRO:

dem seh me racist

for telling de trute.

yuh know how uh tree goes bad

it starts wid de roots

uh try to weed out injustices

in Trinidad

but people call me names

wann run me off de stage

but all i'm saying is geh everybody

a fair shake

don't geh all to one man

and leave another man to eat bakes

i'm all fuh Caribbean unity

just as long it comes with equality.









Chalkdust;

the sea and sand

we call an island

is just another rock

wid Kick-em-jenny

clicking tick-tock

volcano and uh sesmic wave

fuh we tuh throw out we hand

to help we brethen

in de other islands

don't listen to politicians

and their protectionism

we are one people

with one love

for the world.









Red Plastic Bag:

unity for you and i

is not a lie

if we stop being insular

and look beyond singular

we be Bajans,Jamaicans

Trinis in foreign countries

but when we get off at we airports

we looking fuh roties

and curry goat

because it's in we blood

and we shout out

~~Caribbean,baby

play de music loud~~.





John King: uh ask once before

West Indian where's yuh history

uh didn't get an answer

now uh see diversity

in every land

with so many colours

and so much culture

riching up de area

from de sea wall of Guyana

all de way to Jamaica

soca,calypso,reggae and salsa

mek everyone dance together

as one people.







Gabby/Stalin:

(alternate)

santi mati nay

santi mati nay



Stalin; Gabby muh boy

we meet again

to sing uh song of unity

and stop all dis lunacy

going on in de Caribbean community

i from Trinidad

and you Gabby is Bajan

but whu happen 400 years ago

should mek we one nation

because de small boats

now cruising de Caribbean

still make us slaves

to the tourist trade

Gabbs whu yuh got tuh say.



Gabby: Stalin..muh ole son

yuh right in yuh observation

uh tell dem years ago

dat Jack don't own de beach

and dey will never be private

not as long as,1,Gabby

can continue he calypso debate

looka all uh we pon dis stage

from all de different islands

singing,lamenting,begging

for uh united Caribbean

but we politicians

de elected officials

used all dey ploy

to destroy

an idea,whose day has come

and is sitting in de people's lap

come Stalin muh friend

come leh we join hands

and show de people

that Trini and Bajan

St.Lucian,Jamaican,Dominican

Guyanese,Cubans, and other nationals

that we can hug each other

like sistas and brothas

come Stalin...come leh we show dem







Stalin/Gabby

(together)



Monseratt we en fuhget

how de volcano blow

and mek lava flow

through yuh land

now ashes cover yuh

but look at how de people show

de rest uh de developed world

how to survive

then passed de torch

to people in Fiji and Honduras

yes,they showed us

how to withstand adversity

they know it's de Lord's bidding

so they held on to Unity.









David Rudder:

i check dah, brother man

i does check

All over de world

how de poor does deal with crisis

down on their knees

praying to Jesus

seeing that, brings it home to me

no matter how far i go

i'll always be Caribbean

from me head to me toe

i'll always be Caribbean

growing up poor

and when face wid uh crisis

we,as family,would call we cousin

Barbados

and he would,in turn,send an SOS

to his brother Jamaica

who would play uh tune

"don't worry about uh thing"

and say.. ~~leh muh call me sister Guyana

and tell she tuh call

de rest of de children

West Indian

tell dem to come

and hold hands

provide strength for de nations

one finger,now five

holding another five

clapsing hands

and at de top of our voice

we shout

C A R I B B E A N unity.





(15 calypsonians and de audience standing and holding hands.swaying and

singing)





chorus;

no one's missing from dis song

the chain's link is too strong

while we might have different accents

it should not be a sentence

we cannot use

in defence of our islands

we gave de world Calypso

and leggo Reggae

to nice up de place

Bob Marley said it best

when he told us

to liven up ourselves

and stand up stand up

for our rights

never ignore the wrong

like de drugs

and murders

we need to claim back paradise

show de world

unity and what it means

show de world

de Caribbean



(Repeat last four lines 3x)



("""""")



(writer's note)

The talent contest continues.i am skipping the rest of the

show,so as not to let the story get too boring.the next chapter will move us

onto the parties on the Bajan Queen and Habour Master.i hope this does not

confuse you too much__





***Please e-mail me and let me know which songs/poems you like best and

why.I thank you for your interest.*****

DENNIS McF. YOUNG

e-mail: okras@hotmail.com



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