I'll be Outside [Song]


Uploaded by New Fire

I'LL BE OUTSIDE
By Freetown Collective

And sometimes you feeling, alright like, it have to be all in my head? This can't be for real? I actually living here, boy?

That's why...

 Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, I wanna know
 Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, I wanna know
 Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, I wanna know
 Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, I wanna know.

Listen...

I hear a lot of bad things every day
It's like they never have a good thing to say
But if you want to change the world outside
You go to have a little Freetown inside.
Some say that I'm crazy, I'm losing my mind
There's no other way to save me, works every time....

And I'll be outside trying to paint my new sky red [red]
I paint it blue [blue], I paint it green or any colour that makes me feel high
I don't belong here, no, so I won't belong here
I'll be gone before you count, before you count [one, two, one, two, three, four]
I'll be outside trying to paint my new sky red [red]
I paint it blue [blue], I paint it green or any colour that makes me feel high
I don't belong here, no, so I won't belong here
I'll be gone before you count, before you count [one two, one, two, three, four.]

The world is changing every day
There will be a whole lot of hell to pay
So I've got to find my hiding place
To maintain my smiling face.
So when you standing all alone and the world is passing by
If you feel like there's no hope
And there's water in your eyes
I just want you to know you're not alone.

I'll be outside trying to paint my new sky red [red]
I paint it blue [blue], I paint it green or any colour that makes me feel high
I don't belong here, no, so I won't belong here
I'll be gone before you count, before you count [one, two, one, two, three, four]
I'll be outside trying to paint my new sky red [red]
I paint it blue [blue], I paint it green or any colour that makes me feel high
I don't belong here, no, so I won't belong here
I'll be gone before you count, before you count [one, two, one, two, three, four.]

Ever feel like that?

Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are often transcribed directly from performances. Although it is my intention to faithfully transcribe I do not get all the words and I have a knack for hearing the wrong thing. Please feel free to correct me or to fill in the words that I miss by dropping me a message via e-mail. I'd be forever grateful. Thanks in advance! ..............................................................................................................................


A Note From The Gull

Thank you, Freetown Collective.  

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

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

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare

Some Humans ain't Human [Song]


Uploaded by TheChoughs

SOME HUMANS AIN'T HUMAN
By John Prime

Some humans ain't human, some people ain't kind
You open up their hearts and here's what you'll find
A few frozen pizzas, some ice cubes with hair
A broken popsicle, you don't want to go there.

Some humans ain't human though they walk like we do
They live and they breathe just to turn the old screw
They screw you when you're sleeping, they try to screw you blind
Some humans ain't human, some people ain't kind.

You might go to church and sit down in a pew
Those humans who ain't human are sitting right next to you
They talk about your family, they talk about your clothes
When they don't know their own a--- from their own elbows.

Jealousy and stupidity don't equal harmony
Jealousy and stupidity don't equal harmony.

Did you ever notice when you're feeling really good
There's always a pigeon that'll come s--- on your hood
Or you're feeling your freedom and the world's off your back
When that hotshot from Texas starts his own war in Iraq.

Some humans ain't human, some people ain't kind
They lie through their teeth with their head up their behind
You open up their hearts and here's what you'll find
Some humans ain't human, some people ain't kind.

Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are often transcribed directly from performances. Although it is my intention to faithfully transcribe I do not get all the words and I have a knack for hearing the wrong thing. Please feel free to correct me or to fill in the words that I miss by dropping me a message via e-mail. I'd be forever grateful. Thanks in advance! ..............................................................................................................................


A Note From The Gull

Thank you, John Prime.

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

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

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare

Ring them Bells [Song]


Uploaded by NanchatteDesu

RING THEM BELLS
Composed by Bob Dylan
Performed by Sarah Jarosz

Ring them bells, ye heathen, from the city that dreams
Ring them bells from the sanctuaries 'cross the valleys and streams
For they're deep and they're wide and the world is on its side
And time is running backwards and so is the bride.

Ring them bells, Saint Peter, where the four winds blow
Ring them bells with an iron hand so the people will know
For it's rush hour now on the wheel and the plough
And the sun is going down upon the sacred cow.

Ring them bells, sweet Martha, for the poor man's son
Ring them bells so the world will know that our God is one
For the shepherd is asleep where the willows weep
And the mountains are filled with lost sheep.

Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf
Ring them bells for all of us who are left
Ring them bells for the chosen few
Who will judge the many when the game is through
Ring them bells for the time that flies
For the child that cries when the innocence dies.

Ring them bells, Saint Catherine, from the top of the room
Ring them from the fortress for the lilies that bloom
For the lines are long and the fighting is strong
And they're breaking down the distance between right and wrong.

Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are often transcribed directly from performances. Although it is my intention to faithfully transcribe I do not get all the words and I have a knack for hearing the wrong thing. Please feel free to correct me or to fill in the words that I miss by dropping me a message via e-mail. I'd be forever grateful. Thanks in advance! ..............................................................................................................................


A Note From The Gull

Thank you, Bob Dylan and Sarah Jarosz.

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

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

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare

What Man have done [Song]


Uploaded by behanstveit

WHAT MAN HAVE DONE
By Noora Noor

Man made the jet planes fly,
To rain man bombs from way up high
No man can run, no man can hide
From what man have done.

Man drinks the mighty rivers dry,
To bring man cities electric light
No man can run, no man can hide
From what man have done

Man made the stock exchange,
To give the rich a little more pocket change
No man can run, no man can hide,
From what man have done.

See what this world has become since Adam and Evie - we've run out of Eden,
How much more of a man can deserve to stand before the story's done
When Judgment comes, where man's gonna run, ruh-run, ruh-run, ruh-run?

Man sends his boys to war and never tell them boys what they're fighting for
No man can run, no man can hide from what man have done.

Man puts man in chains,
Man make plenty money from another man's pain
No man can run, no man can hide from what man have done
No man can run, no man can hide from what man have done.

Sing it ladies...

Ain't no running from the, ain't no running from the, ain't no running from the pain.
Ain't no running from the, ain't no running from the, ain't no running from the pain.
Ain't no running from the, ain't no running from the, ain't no running from the pain.
Ain't no running from the, ain't no running from the, ain't no running from the pain.

Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are often transcribed directly from performances. Although it is my intention to faithfully transcribe I do not get all the words and I have a knack for hearing the wrong thing. Please feel free to correct me or to fill in the words that I miss by dropping me a message via e-mail. I'd be forever grateful. Thanks in advance!
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A Note From The Gull

Thank you, Noora Noor. I first encountered this lament in the poem, "Lines written in early Spring" by William Wordsworth. The poem was written in April 1798 and is as relevant now as it was then. 

Lines Written in Early Spring
By William Wordsworth [1770 - 1850]

I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

To her fair works did nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.

Through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And ‘tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.

The birds around me hopped and played:
Their thoughts I cannot measure,
But the least motion which they made,
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.

The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.

If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature’s holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?

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

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

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare

A Killing Man [Song]


Uploaded by Chaîne de DarkSeraphin

A KILLING MAN
By Jack Savoretti

If I said I was sorry, would you forget the things I've done?
I don't know why I even worry; I don't believe in anyone.
'Cause in my sleep I'm still running from the demons and the ghosts
That in the night I hear coming, they're coming back for what I stole
'Cause I am a killing man, I am, I am a killing man.

Now some believe in the devil, but who are they to know?
How dare they give a face to evil when they're the ones loving the show?
They don't know that I am a killing man, I am, yes, I am,
Just another man, doing what is said and told
Just like you, my friend, we all sell our souls
Please don't make it hard when I come around for you,
It's not personal, it's just what I do,
'Cause I am a killing man, I am, yes, I am a killing man.

There will be a moment in time when I find the strength to take a stand
And I will look into my stone cold eyes and I will kill the killing man
Yes, I will kill this killing man.

Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are often transcribed directly from performances. Although it is my intention to faithfully transcribe I do not get all the words and I have a knack for hearing the wrong thing. Please feel free to correct me or to fill in the words that I miss by dropping me a message via e-mail. I'd be forever grateful. Thanks in advance! ..............................................................................................................................


A Note From The Gull

 Thank you, Jack Savoretti.

"We will also change what we do abroad. Many experts, including professionals in our intelligence and security services have pointed to the connections between wars our government has supported or fought in other countries, such as Libya, and terrorism here at home.


That assessment in no way reduces the guilt of those who attack our children. Those terrorists will forever be reviled and implacably held to account for their actions.


But an informed understanding of the causes of terrorism is an essential part of an effective response that will protect the security of our people, that fights rather than fuels terrorism.


Protecting this country requires us to be both strong against terrorism and strong against the causes of terrorism. The blame is with the terrorists, but if we are to protect our people we must be honest about what threatens our security."


--Excerpt from Labour Leader Jeremy Corbyn's speech on terrorism and foreign policy, May 26, 2017.

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

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

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare

Bullerengue para un Ángel [Song]


Uploaded by ORITO CANTORA

BULLERENGUE PARA UN ÁNGEL
By Orito Cantora

Coro
Leile le-le le le-le
leilé le-le mi amor | my love
Leile le-le le le-le
leilé le-le por Díos. | for God

I
Angelito del cielo
de algodón tu piel menuda
Valerie belleza muda
hilos de oro tu pelo.

Little angel from heaven, your delicate cotton skin
Valerie, silent beauty, golden threads your hair. 

II
Boquita flor de coral
Chiquitica mi criatura
rojita fruta madura
alma pura del palomar.

Tiny flower of coral, little one, my child
The rosiness of ripe fruit, the pure soul of the dove.

III
Cajoncito que te cuida
cual cajita musical
muñequita melodiosa
baila en tu jardín floral

Music box that holds you
Melodious little doll dancing in your floral garden.

IV
La primera de la fila
Nena ilumina el camino
De tu hermano y de tus primos
Sé tú la que los vigila.

The first in line, baby illuminates the path of your brother and your cousins
I know you the one that watches over them.

V
Estrellita de mi noche
Cocuyo que más titila
Hoy mi canto a ti te hila
De mi manto tu eres el broche

Star of my night, flickering firefly
Today my song for you declares that you are the clasp on my cloak.

VI
Hoy canto pa ti princesa
Y lo hago a todo pulmón
Tu fuiste la ispiración
Y mi voz pa ti no cesa.

I sing today for you, princess, and I do it with full force
You were the inspiration and my voice will be unceasing for you.

Le-le le-le li la le-le
Leilé le-le mi amor
Leilé li la li-la le-le
Leilé le-le por Díos.

Angelito del cielo
Leilé le-le mi amor
Detras ----- bullerengue
Leilé le-le por Díos.

Little angel from heaven
------------------------ bullerengue.

Lyrics source with my translation.
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A Note From The Gull

Thank you, Orito Cantora and all the drummers and chorus members. The names of the dancers are not supplied. They are really gorgeous with their untainted beauty and unassuming gracefulness. Trinbagonians will understand why in spirit, everything about this takes me swiftly home.

According to Wikipedia, "Bullerengue is a musical style and dance from the Caribbean Region of Colombia and the Darién Province in Panama. It is a cumbia-based style traditionally sung exclusively by women. Some famous bullerengue singers are Petrona Martinez, Irene Martinez, Emilia Herrera, Estefanía Caycedo, Etelvina Maldonado, and Ceferina Banquez. In recent decades, Petrona Martínez and Totó la Momposina have increased Bullerengue's international popularity and success, having been nominees for the Latin Grammy Award for Best Folk Album.Source

I feel my heart turning, turning towards my African, Iberian and Amerindian ancestors. My spirit cannot help but dance.

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

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

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare