carnival... we loss it

carnival ah de saddess ting...
mas used to make like mancrab, claw used to grab, tantan, saga boy an ting.
now is a bead by bead, quick speed, front line gone ah lead, feathers and g-string.
price never nice blink twice, look yuh vice done dip in yuh bank an clip yuh wing.
check landlord, sad song ah sing.
check grocery, nuff crix buying.

yuh know dem streets get dangerous
man lookin out to rob and take tings from us
yuh in a band in a jam wid a drink in yuh hand,
phone gone an yuh crucifix chain geh buss.
yuh doh care, cause de soca have yuh feelin tuss.
yuh in ah gear, so yuh chippin an yuh raisin duss.
play yuh muss, de bug it contag-ious
when yuh make triniscene it go be a plus!

carnival... we loss it... Q boy
festival... we loss it.
portrayal... we loss it... Q boy
musical... we loss it.
his-torical... we loss it... Q boy
tra-ditional... we loss it.
carnival... we loss it!
carnival... we loss it!

comin back to de music ting
used to be nuff topic and style, concept all de while in de riddim and de songs we sing
when sparrow was de bird, super blue... blue boy, kitchener, to de shadow and de johnnie king
when men bring tune and dey croon on a riddim and de riddim woulda make gyal body swing
and horns blow like orchestra ting
live an alive, nuff steel band playing

yuh coulda tell when pelham or len pull a pen, hear de riddim beat pi-kee-likky-likkity-ting
now pan is a lime, have a time at de semis cause yuh know finals doh sayin nothing
an when man write song, take long in a studio session, den mix and master ting
de radio men dem not listening.
cause dem too busy palancing.

it shitty dat de people in de city doh know, never hear, never learn canboulay ting
when de people had a voice and dey choice was to overs, done wid all dat slavery ting
and de chantwell come like he was king
when he talk all man jack listening
but today he hadda pay radio for dem to settle and play he ting

carnival... we loss it... Q boy
festival... we loss it.
portrayal... we loss it... Q boy
musical... we loss it.
his-torical... we loss it... Q boy
tra-ditional... we loss it.
carnival... we loss it!
carnival... we loss it!

he'll allow it!

hahahahahaaaaa!!! today was a good day. real jones.

oh... you mean with that discourse about god and carnival?

boy! i don't have much confidence in people, but i really wasn't expecting that. imagine asking "if your band is coming up the road, and just like that, BOOM! there is jesus standing on a corner. what would you do?" and people said that they will continue to wine and dance as normal. what?

man, if jesus christ appeared on a corner somewhere on the route, that would be the end of carnival. ash wednesday will literally fall on a monday, because people WILL be heading directly to a church. believe that!

oh fuh sure! do you think that people are going to stand up half naked in front of the son of god... sweaty from peltin waist... drink in hand? man, there would be races out of town that usain bolt would watch in astonishment.

but some of these delusional people actually have rationales for it thought. i had to laugh. i heard "i don't wine on anybody. i just chip with my sister." (in which case i'm thinking that you and your sister have lots of money to waste, because that sounds like walking around town. you can do that for free!) oh!! i also heard "well i'm showing off the body that god gave me." how convenient is this christianity?

i don't know about this god thing, but from the concept i was sold, it seems really strange that god will be fine with somebody chipping down the road to the sound of a man talkin bout right now he sellin pipe... or a woman sayin that right now she bendin pipe. (how fortunate for them both.)

but like my friend was saying, that's what ashes are for. apparently, you can plan months in advance to sweep frederick street with your half naked bottom and salvation is still just a church visit away. that's the kind of inconsistency that doesn't allow me to conform. and you know what? i actually don't care if somebody wants to throw on a two piece and scrub up against people all day for two days in the name of fun. i don't care if people want to sing and dance to lewd songs. i don't even care if people want to put a straw in a bottle of johnnie and try to sip it all (i mean, who am i to talk!!). just don't try to justify it and make it what it's not.

agreed. for example, this carnival i'll most likely do what i do every carnival. head down to the avenue, meet my friends and drink a lot of alcohol while shit-talkin. two day's worth. and it's a huge waste of time and money. but it's also fun. so i'm in.

just be real. carnival is a great excuse to get half naked, check out other half naked girls and guys... and rub your privates against them. just be straight and it's all good.

never happen. you can hold your breath for it if you want, but i'll be breathing because i don't see that happening anytime soon. so in the meantime i will:
keep it here... and don't say nuttn.

Stolen... (From The Soul Reasoner after it was Stolen...(From Spotty Cuss))

GIVEN NAME: this is the internet. you don't go around just tellin everybody that your name is Q and shit. it's dangerous here.

IF YOU COULD CHANGE ONE THING RIGHT NOW: i'd change my ability to change just one thing since life requires the changing of many things... some at the same time. socks for example.

LAST TIME YOU CRIED: i was much younger and probably in lots of physical pain.

SOMETHING YOU LOVE TO EAT: food

WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD: sadness

BEST FEELING IN THE WORLD: happiness

SOMETHING YOU'RE PROUD OF: the fact that i'm not sure i know what sadness is

DO YOU HAVE A JOURNAL: do i look like i have a bag of unicorn food on which to place my journal? you can't have a journal without unicorn food now can you?

PET PEEVES: nah. i keep dogs instead.

DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG: no. THINKING that you're strong would imply that you're not.

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE: that they're there.

WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF: my inability to have a least favorite thing about myself.

WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST: i miss everyone equally. you're either here or not... i'll survive.

WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW: advertisements, washing machine and a strange humming noise.

LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED: ocean's twelve

WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING: it's 2010... i do audio books

THE FURTHEST YOU BEEN FROM HOME: not too far... home is where the heart is, and well... my heart is usually with me.

SOMETHING YOU'RE LONGING FOR: something to long for.

TATTOOS: five

DO YOU BELIEVE IN GOD: do you believe in unicorns?

WHAT IS YOUR PASSION: i have a passion for being passionate.

FAVOURITE COLOUR: yooooo! them days are over man! every creed and race find an equal place.

SOMETHING YOU WANT TO DO IN THE FUTURE: live

DO YOU SEE MARRIAGE IN YOUR FUTURE: may i borrow your crystal ball... and your gypsy woman?

WHERE DO YOU WANT TO BE RIGHT NOW: here's fine. clothes in the machine.

SOMETHING YOU REGRET: ahmmmm... i got nuttn.

SOMEONE YOU REALLY ADMIRE: i guess all the tough ones are here right?

3 WORDS TO DESCRIBE YOU: tired/online/insomniac

GOAL FOR 2010: to keep it here... and don't say nuttn.

out de box

are you secretly obsessed with beyonce or something? somehow she's made it onto every blog you ever started. i think you want her.

i want her as much as i want another bout of gastroenteritis. actually, i think i want the gastro a little more.

man... what the hell has she done to you for you to hate her so much?

i don't hate her. there are very few people i can say that i hate. it's nothing personal you know. i even think she looks great... physically that is. it's her mind that i think is unattractive. i think her music is sheep food.

ha! sheep food. you have me laughing at my own jokes. but please, do explain.

it's just that i probably wouldn't have such a problem with what she's selling if i thought she didn't know any better. but she does know better. check it out... just recently the media turned some trivial relationship shit of hers into news. jay-z joined her in changing her name to knowles-carter. something about carrying on the knowles name and such.

family business.

exactly... family business. some people said it was a punk move on jay-z's end, but i disagree. family is important. he made a good compromise in my books. the only person (besides women who were only too glad to run off on some woman is boss tangent) who spoke well of it was my boy michael who said "if a man had to carry a woman's name, you couldn't ask for a better name to carry." it just showed that the majority are so hooked on ego tripping that even an outright selfless sacrifice like that (on both sides) is overshadowed by some trivial "we run tings" thinking. but that's not the point... YOU GO OFF THE POINT TOO MUCH MAN!!

aye... you were talking. not me. press pause on the long talk though.

anyway, the point is, she's living a life that's about being in a relationship... making preparations to start building a family... etc. hell, i won't be shocked if after this tour she throws in the towel for a while and starts popping out little knowles-carters. and they will have nice baby clothes and all the latest toys and money down for their college education before they even learn to read... all from the money of people she's misguiding.

misguiding!! you make it sound like she's the leader of a small church about to feed her flock some of that special kool-aid.

well sorta. people listen to her religiously and quote her lyrics as scripture in their daily conversations. they also congregate at various gatherings around the world, bringing with them big offerings so that she who preaches the word can live by the word. it might as well be a religion. the fellowship of the B.

quick... go get the copyright before she uses that as the title of her next album.

it's cool. she can have it. what i'm saying is, she's doing it like that on the home front (even though you never know what's going on behind closed doors) yet she's singing these disgusting tunes and people are just buying them up wholesale.

ok... give me an example of a disgusting beyonce song.

no problem... irreplaceable.

WHAT? how so??

connect the dots man. the first set of lyrics in the tune: "To the left, to the left. Everything you own in the box to the left..." what kinda freeloading dude is this? i'll wager a winning lotto ticket that beyonce will not really hook up with a dude like this. all this cat's stuff, can fit in a box. not even a mountain bike and a bed or something bro? but lets move on to where it gets really bad. so she kicks him out because he's cheating. and he obviously was not trying to contribute by maybe cooking some food or cleaning out or something, because she has no use for him at all. she dismisses him by saying: "You must not know 'bout me, You must not know 'bout me. I could have another you in a minute. Matter fact he'll be here in a minute, baby..."

what's wrong with that?

let's forget the fact that she's got another guy coming over which means she kept a little flame on the side, which she used to ignite "plan move on" before breaking the news to mr. deadbeat. let's ignore that and talk about the fact that she's calling this new guy "another you." how about "a better you"? better yet, how about somebody that's not you at all, with more things than you've got in your box to the left? but i guess a decision like that would prevent the repetition of the stupid cycle, thus making songs like these irrelevant.

you literal clown. you think people take that for real?

ahmm... haven't you seen the "shoulda-put-ah-ring-on-it" dance?

oh! you on single ladies now? that's a dumb song too?

well if you consider she's asking for "all MY single ladies..." to put their hands up and represent, while she's probably sporting the rock of a lifetime on her ring finger, it's kinda hard to think she's laughing with them and not at them. i could be wrong, but i really don't want to hear a vegetarian telling me about the best way to stew some beef. you're married... sing married people shit and promote that. now these girls are up in the clubs waving these cold, lonely ring fingers in the face of some willie bouncer. that's how you end up with a dude with things that can fit in a box to the left in the first place. but you see, music about humbling yourself and checking out real issues won't attract a $1600 TT VVIP ticket. i mean, how dare you suggest that people club less and think more? let's just bask in our delusions... come together and blame everybody else but us. now that right thur is some fun!

man, you just bitter.

yeah... keep telling yourself that. HAHA!! get it? telling yourself? you told me? i AM yourself? get it?

yes i did get it. laughing at your own jokes is a crazy man's action by the way.

and what? talking to yourself isn't?

not if you keep it here... an don't say nuttn.