Lord Creator - Mr. Rake and Scrape
Прежде чем освещать социально-культурный контекст развития музыки калипсо, я хотел бы сказать, почему она мне так нравится. Из этих песен получаются охуительные кричалки. Mighty Sparrow, Лорд Китченер, Лорд Криэйтор и Mighty Terror - т.е. everyone that matters - попадают как раз в диапазон моего голоса, и нет мне лучшего времяпровождения в машине, чем поорать вместе с ними. Не далее как сегодня, возвращаясь с работы, я прокрутил эту песню шесть раз... oya-oya-wawaya у меня еще не так хорошо получается...
Есть навалом блюзов со "взрослой" тематикой, но они все примерно одинаковые: Let Me Roll Your Lemon, Please Warm My Weiner, Don't Mash My Digger So Deep, Pin In Your Cushion, Banana In Your Fruit Basket, My Pencil Won't Write No More - ну сколько есть способов сказать одно и то же? Calypsonians же находят темы для песен, прямо скажем, нетрадиционные. Американские яйцеголовые из Journal of Caribbean Studies называют протагониста этой песни a sexual vulture of the lowest order of corbeaux и a totally depraved sexual anarchist... Casanova of gutter, garbage and la basse. Мне никогда не приходило в голову что можно написать что-то подобное в качестве текста для поп-песни - впрочем, я эту фразу еще неоднократно повторю.
Lord Creator - Mr. Rake And Scrape
Some men will say they don't like this one, but they like that one
And they in love today with the thin one, but they don't like the fat one
But not me, no siree
I cannot agree
I say, a woman is a woman, for me, I don't care
How she ugly and obzocky
Yes I’m busy man with no time to lose
I don’t pass me hand, I don’t pick and choose
Any kinda woman, sleeping by the market, one foot, one hand - any woman
They cannot escape from me, Mr. Rake and Scrape
She may leaving the hospital, and she have no family
All she got to do is send somebody to come and call me
I'm acceptin' anyt'ing
As long as the blood warm it means you're living
I got de contacts in de poorhouse too
So I'm going down to poorhouse to catch a few
Yes I’m busy man with no time to lose
I don’t pass me hand, I don’t pick and choose
Any kinda woman, sleeping by the market, one foot, one hand - any woman
They cannot escape from me, Mr. Rake and Scrape
When a woman young, every man in town will flirt around she
But when she makin' child, I say they run off wild, they won't stay around she
Dey start to moan
Dey start to roam
Afraid people say de child is their own
But if she pass by me, I call big belly, no big belly
She have no problem at all
Yes I’m busy man with no time to lose
I don’t pass me hand, I don’t pick and choose
Any kinda woman, sleeping by the market, one foot, one hand, cripple woman
They cannot escape from me, Mr. Rake and Scrape
Есть навалом блюзов со "взрослой" тематикой, но они все примерно одинаковые: Let Me Roll Your Lemon, Please Warm My Weiner, Don't Mash My Digger So Deep, Pin In Your Cushion, Banana In Your Fruit Basket, My Pencil Won't Write No More - ну сколько есть способов сказать одно и то же? Calypsonians же находят темы для песен, прямо скажем, нетрадиционные. Американские яйцеголовые из Journal of Caribbean Studies называют протагониста этой песни a sexual vulture of the lowest order of corbeaux и a totally depraved sexual anarchist... Casanova of gutter, garbage and la basse. Мне никогда не приходило в голову что можно написать что-то подобное в качестве текста для поп-песни - впрочем, я эту фразу еще неоднократно повторю.
Lord Creator - Mr. Rake And Scrape
Some men will say they don't like this one, but they like that one
And they in love today with the thin one, but they don't like the fat one
But not me, no siree
I cannot agree
I say, a woman is a woman, for me, I don't care
How she ugly and obzocky
Yes I’m busy man with no time to lose
I don’t pass me hand, I don’t pick and choose
Any kinda woman, sleeping by the market, one foot, one hand - any woman
They cannot escape from me, Mr. Rake and Scrape
She may leaving the hospital, and she have no family
All she got to do is send somebody to come and call me
I'm acceptin' anyt'ing
As long as the blood warm it means you're living
I got de contacts in de poorhouse too
So I'm going down to poorhouse to catch a few
Yes I’m busy man with no time to lose
I don’t pass me hand, I don’t pick and choose
Any kinda woman, sleeping by the market, one foot, one hand - any woman
They cannot escape from me, Mr. Rake and Scrape
When a woman young, every man in town will flirt around she
But when she makin' child, I say they run off wild, they won't stay around she
Dey start to moan
Dey start to roam
Afraid people say de child is their own
But if she pass by me, I call big belly, no big belly
She have no problem at all
Yes I’m busy man with no time to lose
I don’t pass me hand, I don’t pick and choose
Any kinda woman, sleeping by the market, one foot, one hand, cripple woman
They cannot escape from me, Mr. Rake and Scrape