Poetic Verses
My Native Music
As a young man born and bred in the Caribbean
A place in the entire world, I always held so supreme
Wherever in the world I go, it always a nightly dream
Only when I return there, my eyes uncontrollably gleam.
In this region, where cricket is consider something like a religion
A game which is played all year, no matter the season
But what get my spirits up and race at a pace so frenetic
Are the liveliness and the pulsating rhythm of the music?
Yes the blood like a torrent, through my veins flow
Is when I am in the vicinity of that up temp beat of calypso?
But also too my heart hits my chest with such a great slam
As I get swept up, in that harmony, of the steel pan.
Whatever that occurrence, be it tragedy, politics, or social commentary
A calypsonian will have lyrics and a song all prepared and ready
Just look at sparrow, his versatility and exponent is far flung
Making hits with anything that the ever sung.
But who is the one that take over the revelers in the street
Whose rhythms make it vibrate with thousands of feet?
With a beat so unique, and sweet, expressed by the grand master
This was only coined to one man named Lord Kitchener
But what could be so picturesque and matchless beauty
Is that image depicted by that carnival's symmetry?
As bodies move in unison, to the calypso rhythm
Some even move with very energetic gyration...
But calypso too has undergone some changes
As many younger performers have taken over the stages
Now all the efforts are now focus into a beat call soda
And in most cases too, lyrics have gone out the window.
A place in the entire world, I always held so supreme
Wherever in the world I go, it always a nightly dream
Only when I return there, my eyes uncontrollably gleam.
In this region, where cricket is consider something like a religion
A game which is played all year, no matter the season
But what get my spirits up and race at a pace so frenetic
Are the liveliness and the pulsating rhythm of the music?
Yes the blood like a torrent, through my veins flow
Is when I am in the vicinity of that up temp beat of calypso?
But also too my heart hits my chest with such a great slam
As I get swept up, in that harmony, of the steel pan.
Whatever that occurrence, be it tragedy, politics, or social commentary
A calypsonian will have lyrics and a song all prepared and ready
Just look at sparrow, his versatility and exponent is far flung
Making hits with anything that the ever sung.
But who is the one that take over the revelers in the street
Whose rhythms make it vibrate with thousands of feet?
With a beat so unique, and sweet, expressed by the grand master
This was only coined to one man named Lord Kitchener
But what could be so picturesque and matchless beauty
Is that image depicted by that carnival's symmetry?
As bodies move in unison, to the calypso rhythm
Some even move with very energetic gyration...
But calypso too has undergone some changes
As many younger performers have taken over the stages
Now all the efforts are now focus into a beat call soda
And in most cases too, lyrics have gone out the window.
