Calypso Tribute to Swamp Heroism

Dr Shadow’s Snake Symphony –

A crapeaux melody of the great flood: Where the Ganges meet the Nile – Tribute to native swamp heroism In memoriam Winston Bailey The Mighty Shadow
Last night a
Shadow on my ceiling creep
There only to
disturb my sleep
From thin air
It appear
Just so, just
so
Out meh room
the warmth did flow!
It mumbling: Bong ga nak, ahhh  bon ga nak ahhh
Shift yuh
carcass shift yuh carcass
Drink if
yuh drinking, dance if yuh dancing
Let me do
my thing, Let me do meh thing
I close meh eye
to shut it out
Trying hard not
to shout, Get Out
In cape and
gown
So unlike a
clown
Behind meh closed
eye, it hanging, Oh bother!
In big brimming
hat like a Midnight Robber!
Bong ga nak, ahhh
bon ga nak ahhh
I am not a bad
boy, but I cannot help it
I am not a bad
boy, but I cannot help it
It quips
Once black,
with mud, now filthy brown
Dripping slime
from toe to crown
A skeleton with
a
Stranger staring glance
‘Where you
from? The swamp? You goon!’
‘Yeah’ it
rejoin, ‘from Caroni lagoon!’
I say,
You looking like
a booboo but yet the people love you
Admit it is
Obeah, yuh woking Obeah
Bong ga nak, ahhh
bon ga nak ahhh
Startled I ask:
‘Marn, you have no decorum?
To come without
invite into a woman’s bedroom?
It crowing!
Why? I don’t know!
It adds, eyes
glazed, false teeth falling out he gum!
Bong ga nak, ahhh
bon ga nak ahhh
Cook Curry okroo,
Cook curry okroo
And bring me some babash in this fo-rum
It croons
‘Why you
quoting me
blog
I say to the
fog
You have a lot
of cheek
’Tis not yuh
style this doublespeak
‘Now I too
start to feel the feeling
To Make Music,
like the
Bassman symptoms catching!
Pom pom peedee
pom, pom, pom pom peedee pom,
Pom pom peedee
pom, pom, pom pom pom, pom pom pom
Hold
Strain
! ‘Tis you I
quote hee hee ,’
The Shadow says
to me in glee, Demkorissy
Welcome me to
yuh literarti!
Ent yuh Blog Demokrissy, singing to UWI all and sundry
Same symphony as
the Shadow:
‘What
Wrong With Me?
Bong ga nak, ahhh
bon ga nak ahhh
Am I ugly or
what? Bad lucky or what?
It asks, rhetorically.
‘So what wrong
with you?’ annoyed, I ask.
‘You think is
Carnival Dimanche Gras at the Queen’s Park?
When they say rag wave yuh rag,
When they say flag, wave yuh flag
Marn, you have
it all wrong —
Wait! What’s
dat? Is it ah ‘mergency horn?’
Somebody would
horn you, you better believe it
Somebody go horn
you, I hope you could take it partner
Bong ga nak, ahhh
bon ga nak ahhh
The Shadow steups like me, ‘You
looking for horn
?
What jammetry woman! You
know this place since you born!
They still
sleeping sound, and will be till late morn
From ODPM will
sound no disaster horn, Get On!’
‘On with yuh
story,’ then I say. ‘Why you really here?
Why you leave
the lagoon,
Janette couldn’t keep you warm dong there?

 

Out the window, watching the flood, he mutter
‘Flood! And still WASA pipes and Yuh Garden Want Water?
If ah cudda this/ And if yuh shudda, that
You wudda
this/And yuh wudda that
No commonsense in this nonsense if yuh ask me,
Bong ga nak,
ahhh  bon ga nak ahhh
The garden want water, the garden want water
Bong ga nak,
ahhh  bon ga nak ahhh
‘Doc the last time we meet, you so nicely me greet
And then offer to help with meh Story of Life to treat
Now instead of biography
You goin have to write meh obituary
‘In time’, I say then, ‘now Judgement
Day
come
And we have to change the chorus from Pom Pom Peedee Pom’
I ask, ‘What change the chorus, you say?
You prefer if we switch to Dingolay?
‘Dingolay, yea, write how I Make Music sweet
In honeyed tones that bees hum and birds tweet
Tuned to the calls of cicadas cocricos and kiskadees
The breezes, trees, seas, and the crapeaux melodies
Bong ga nak,
ahhh  bon ga nak ahhh
Music fills the
world with happiness
Plenty
sweetness and togetherness
Music have no
friends or enemies.
Everybody,
Could Dingolay
‘So why you come by me for Shadow
Me and you eh no real pardner you know’
He say ‘Doc, I hear you, too, was planning to forget the media
To plant bhajee in Hard Bargain an’ rewrite the encyclopedia
Just like how I was going to leave Calypso
To go and plant peas in Tobago’
’Cause every night I lie down in meh bed
Ah hearing a Bassman in meh head
And Bong ga nak, ahhh  bon ga nak ahhh
I say, ‘Yea boy, too much bobol, I couldn’t make the grade
I put on meh garden boots, bury the doctorate in shade!
Try as I might
It was a great fight
To get the lagoon bush outta meh head
But as you well know promises doh butter bread
Bong ga nak,
ahhh  bon ga nak ahhh
I’ve got One
Life to Live
The most that I
can do Is the best that I can do
The rest is up
to you I am only passing through
‘I come in peace,’ the Shadow softly whispers
‘On meh way to get me Doctor of Letters
Imagine that! A Doc, me, this Les Coteaux Jumbie
I trusting this message to you, give to UWI dem fuh me.
Doctor K, you have a Doc too, give me some advice
What troubling me? I’ll be more precise!
I wonder what
they know ‘bout human rights
A human have a
right to live like a human
A wo/man have
right to work well
A wo/man have
right to be paid well
Remind them what I said, about When I am gorn
In Jump Judges Jump, how my name will live on
All who condemning, I speaking to you,
Keep on
condemning till your time come too
Be careful
don’t come down to hell
I go rip off
your gizzard, put it in a coconut shell
Bong ga nak,
ahhh  bon ga nak ahhh
Hard head, like
yuh have stone in yuh brain
Or a bone in
yuh brain, hard head
‘Mr Shadow, you think I doh know you dead!
Run! ah warning
you,
Tan Tan
Take yuh own
advice, Run!
What use to you now really is this Doctorate?
Since you gone now to a much higher state!’
Sing boy sing, I remind him,
them was lyrics too
When you dead
the Government will bury you
Bong ga nak,
ahhh  bon ga nak ahhh
He say, ‘Is dat self I asking mehself, gyul!
In this flood deluge I had plenty time to mull
About Donkey
Days
, days of the donkey cart and the bull
Now the joy riders with donkey coming to meh funeral
Doc, is this higher purpose that bring me to your gate
Pass bad boy St Peter’s, to give Directions to them clowns
of State!’
With so much
love and devotion we follow they direction
Go round so,
and come round so
And round the
bend and near the end
Then Turn Right
And Turn Left
Bong ga nak,
ahhh  bon ga nak ahhh
‘What matters you state?’ I ask Shadow without guile,
And I could swear fuh true, you know, the thing smile
She say you would ask, that old lady, with who a mile I walk,
In flood, through cesspits, sewers, snakes slime, grime, the bilious
ole talk
Sings he: ‘Everybody is somebody and nobody is nobody
We all end up same, whether you born in luxury, or poverty
See two fishes fighting
for survival
The big one
swallow the small
Then up comes a
big shark from no where
He make a grab
and swallow the pair
Then up comes
this fisherman with his hook
He grabs the
shark and make a cook
Next he end up
in the cemetery
And worms start
eating he
Bong ga nak,
ahhh  bon ga nak ahhh
Curiosity now get the better of me, so I say
‘Shadow boy, so how yuh get outta the swamp dey?’
Gyul, there appear two Kalpoo boys, they pull off they coat,
And tell me to jump quick, on they sanctuary soca boat
That is what keep me afloat.
I don’t want to gloat
I don’t want to
sink dat soca boat
Just don’t want
to sink dat soca boat
Bong ga nak,
ahhh  bon ga nak ahhh
‘Down way?’ I ask, somewhat skeptically.
‘What you see? How you come? By which tributary?
From Kelly, Penal, Grande or Caroni; or down from Diego Valley?
And why you standing there, dripping swamp goo and so muddy!’
Says he, ‘Is a message I have from the great flood and beyond
That I come to give you, so you could pass it on’
Pirates in the Country/Pirates in the City
Pirates in the
basement/Pirates on the Pavement
Bong ga nak,
ahhh  bon ga nak ahhh
The truth is gyul, them things not on my plate
But it must be because ah this new Doctorate
That I am now sent to tell, as you know too well,
So sing Gyul, sing the chorus with me, Poverty is hell!
‘Oh, don’t set up by La Horquetta, by Caroni no partition,’
Suddenly, humble, pleading, says the apparition
Bong ga nak,
ahhh  bon ga nak ahhh
I come out to
play,
I come out to play
Bong ga nak,
ahhh  bon ga nak ahhh

 

‘What matters of State troubling you so?
Is this about the Sundar Popo-Stalin fiasco?
’Bout admin-police boots and bullets at UWI protest that morn
Or the bandits that take over tong, more killings each dawn
Or the chupidee plans like moving Columbus’ where he lie?
Or is it something about them Petrotrin files?
I told the Doc then, now I telling you Doc, Big Snakes in the country

 

Man they worst
than mappipire
When they
making they racket
They does dress
up in fine jacket
Some big fat
macajuel
Drink out the
oil well
I doh know how
they find the key
But they empty
the treasury
Bong ga nak,
ahhh  bon ga nak ahhh
Snakes in the Balisier And they biting hard
Snake in the
Balisier Destroying Trinidad
Bong ga nak,
ahhh  bon ga nak ahhh
Says he: The time come now, watch the naked hills say
Pac Pac Pac Pac
Pac Pac Pac Pay De Devil!
Pac Pac Pac Pac
Pac Pac Pac Pay De Devil!
Whapp Cocoyea
Wadapp Cocoyea!
Whapp Cocoyea
Wadapp Cocoyea!
Bong ga nak,
ahhh  bon ga nak ahhh
‘Yuh vex, that though forged from the love of liberty and
plenty, plenty
’Bout the Unwanted Chirrenthey chase
out ah here to become refugee?
When they use to hug up tight tight tight
Oh what a nation oh what a sight!
One love, red and
ready, falling and rising dying and birthing
Like the Galleon in the Bocas now with the sharks afloating
I would like to
see the day when love would come to stay
One Love, One
Love
It would be
happiness to see, such a unity
One Love, One
Love
Bong ga nak,
ahhh  bon ga nak ahhh
‘Oh boy, Shadow, doh haunt meh nah, let me go back to rest
You know I want no part of that commess
Like you, I planning to leave the fight for fairness and justice
And go back to planting peas in Boug Mulatresse
Leave meh nah to retire quietly, pen meh legacy
Of days of yore and other fantasy.
The Shadow point to the rivers, filled
Pac Pac Pac Pac
Pac Pac Pac Pay De Devil!
Pac Pac Pac Pac
Pac Pac Pac Pay De Devil!
Whapp Cocoyea
Wadapp Cocoyea!
Whapp Cocoyea
Wadapp Cocoyea!
Bong ga nak,
ahhh  bon ga nak ahhh
Oh Les Coteau Jumbie Like yuh goin insane
Is the flood water or what? Are you right in yuh brain?
You working Obeah
Disturbing meh nirvana
‘Gyul, I am not a bad boy, but I cannot help it
Now Mother Nature say is time to Pay
the Devil
Pac Pac Pac Pac
Pac Pac Pac Pay De Devil!
Pac Pac Pac Pac
Pac Pac Pac Pay De Devil!
Whapp Cocoyea
Wadapp Cocoyea!
Whapp Cocoyea
Wadapp Cocoyea!
Bong ga nak,
ahhh  bon ga nak ahhh
You already sing how they building new flyover, then was Uriah,
now by Kay Donna
You sing, they building super highway straight to Maracas, now is
to Toco Bay
Boy, I expose plenty corruption, plenty politricks
I talk ahready about the parliament kicks
When they win
the election the poor man eh stand a chance
You say it before, same
amount ah corruption, is de Same Khaki Pants
The sugar and the oil belts say, tell
them,
Now is time to Pay the Devil
Pac Pac Pac Pac
Pac Pac Pac Pay De Devil!
Pac Pac Pac Pac
Pac Pac Pac Pay De Devil!
Whapp Cocoyea
Wadapp Cocoyea!
Bong ga nak,
ahhh  bon ga nak ahhh
Doctor Shadow I say. Doh mess with meh head
Is you tell me promises
cyar butter me bread
When I add meh own chorus, is then, just so, the Shadow
disappear
And yet I know that he still standing there, near
Hanging in the air
Signaling ‘all clear’
Yuh know he bring he own chorus, this Shadow on the wall.
The Spoiler, returned, with Walcott, Sundar, VS Nightfall and
departed souls all!
The Nobel Refrain,
Pac Pac Pac Pac
Pac Pac Pac Pay De Devil!
Pac Pac Pac Pac
Pac Pac Pac Pay De Devil!
Whapp Cocoyea
Wadapp Cocoyea!
Bong ga nak,
ahhh  bon ga nak ahhh
To my surprise
‘Twas not a disguise
The choir take over
Filling the atmosphere
To listen, I crossed my legs and sat
Under the brimming singing shadowy hat
Brass band strike up from nowhere
Horns, trumpets, rhythm section and grater
Drums and cymbal, shac shac and bells
And the air ring out: ‘Poverty is Hell’
Poverty is hell and the angels are in Paradise
Driving in their limousine where everything is nice
and clean
A poor man living in a teeny-weeny hut
The children hungry, nothing in the pot
He gone by the neighbour to beg for some rice
The neighbour under pressure, “Boy, things ent
nice.”
He gone in the big shot area to beg
A police put a bullet in his teeny-weeny leg
He gone in the courts and he lost the case
The prosecutor say he have a bandit face
Poverty is hell! Poverty is hell!
Bong ga nak, ahhh
bon ga nak ahhh
You sing that ah ready, I want to interrupt
But like they couldn’t hear, or they just wouldn’t stop:
Wake up in the morning and the baby cry
The sugar pan empty, the milk bottle dry
The little boy child on the mango tree
The mango green, hurting up his belly
The young girl bawling, she wouldn’t settle
She wipe she bumsie with stinging nettle
Toilet paper they never had
They used to tootoo in the gully by the old backyard
They rub she down and they put she to sleep
The rain come down and the house does leak
Poverty is hell! Poverty is hell!
Bong ga nak, ahhh
bon ga nak ahhh
Why you singing that now, the flood in yuh blood? I ask again,
But they already on to the next refrain:
A poor man always dream a lot of dream
He happy like a puppy when he dream another dream
He dream that he have a new roof on the hut
He dream that he have some good food in the pot
He dream that he have a rich friend name Frank
He dream that he have a lot of cash in the bank
He dream that he pay all his bills for the month
He dream that he have a new car in the front
He dream that he have to go to a fete
He dream that his pocket have a big, fat wallet
He wake up in the night and he rush for his pants
All he found in the pocket was a whole lot of ants
Poverty is hell! Poverty is hell!
I try one more time, ‘like (Sonny) Ladoo, the lagoon invade
allyuh brain?
With coral snake, scorpion, caiman, anaconda we try the swamp to
drain, in vain,
But the music my protest drown out
And they finish he calypso, almost in a shout!
Ten little children, four dumplings
Mummy got to slice them thin, thin, thin
A piece for a boy and a piece for a girl
A piece for the neighbour daughter Merle
The cat in the corner looking to beg
Little Jack Horner kick him in the leg
Go in the room and look for a rat
The rat in the roof, he know about cat
Now the cat see a chickichong (yeh-yeh!)
He rush for the chickichong
But the poor little chickichong
Flew away like a chickichong
Then cockroach gone in the condensed milk
Mama get vex for she condensed milk
Who leave the condensed milk open?
“Come here you picky head, good for nothing!”
Mama get vex and she blood get hot
She buss some lash in they you-know-what
Poverty is Hell! Poverty is Hell
So much pain in they voice, I sit up with respect
You shudda long time with Doctorate marn, be decked
Now what it is you want me to know?
You have my attention, Mighty Dr Shadow!
You looking like a boo boo and yet everybody love you
Tell me, what it is you want me to do?
The chorus gone quiet, listening, hexed?
All eager to know, what coming next!
Gyul, I come from the flood lagoon by Kelly
Dripping with filth and muddy
To let you pass on meh story
Of the pain and the glory
Of what I see when I went under the water
Of what wonders in this filth like Columbus, I discover
So what you see? Shadow. What you see, tell we, the Chorus
chants
With one voice and as if in a ganja trance!
I see plenty people crying and asking why?
Holding they head, bawling, looking up to the sky
We know God is a Trini
But like God abandon we
And now is ketch tail for we
In this the land of milk and honey.
The horror is there plain for all to see
And more so how much damage division causing all ah we
The chorus nod, we have to agree
‘Is so much Tension in T&T
Tension in we body
Tension in meh belly
They controlling we energy
So Mother Nature take charge and start singing with we
So it is Nature’s Plan, cause we get chupidee
Angry, greedy, too much thievery, no broughtupsy
To ease the Tension. Whapp Cocoyea, flood in Grande
Ease the Tension. Whaddap Cocoyea more flood in Caroni
The bickering didn’t stop so Whapp-Wadapp by UWI, the Croissee,
in Diego Valley
For all them running off with we oil money
For all them plastics and more polluting we country
For killing we wildlife and we forestry
And splitting we up culturally
The criminals, the banditry and the jammetry
Ease the
Tension. Whapp Cocoyea, Pay de Devil, One Pong ah flood
Ease the
Tension. Whaddap Cocoyea Pay de Devil, 100 million Pong ah flood
Shadow sings: ‘So are we feeling the feelings baby?’
The Chorus join in: Yea we feeling the feelings
Shadow sings: ‘Are we getting the symptoms? ‘
The Chorus join in: ‘Yea, getting the symptoms’
‘Swing the thing, Whap Cocoyea
Swing the thing, Wadapp Cocoyea.
Ease the
Tension. Whapp Cocoyea, Pay de Devil, One Pong ah flood
Ease the
Tension. Whaddap Cocoyea Pay de Devil, more billions in flood
I face off with Shadow: ‘So Is Mother Nature telling we
To live in peace, love and harmony
That’s what you come back to tell we?
That is what why you disrupt meh sleepy?’
‘Is something else I want to leave with you,’ to appease me, he
say,
Of what I see and why; it was in the flood down they.
He wave he finger and I see more shadows coming
Creeping like janjee, mapepire, and coral snakes crawling
I begin to shiver, like Plummer I quiver, What is thees?
Are these the horsemen of the apocalypse?
A swamp full of skeletons, shadows emerging
Like this is it, now, the eruption, the crescendo ending!
All those
lofty bards treated with disdain
All who
voices been croaking in vain
The dingolay
band stretch from From Mayaro through Toco
Across to No
Man’s Land through Charlottville and Scarborough in Tobago
Old
people, young people, everybody
Since First
Trini wo/man, the dearly departed Banwari
Pac Pac Pac Pac
Pac Pac Pac Pay De Devil!
Pac Pac Pac Pac
Pac Pac Pac Pay De Devil!
Whapp Cocoyea
Wadapp Cocoyea!
Bong ga nak,
ahhh  bon ga nak ahhh
Ah see in
there some ah meh pardners too
Some who
was just collateral damage, Asami,
and Irmes, is
you
?
The Anthony’s:
Sabga,
ABoudain, with a pot
of pelau
and the ArchBishop
too
The civil
rights fighters like Sheila
and Dana,
who tried to keep
alive hope
All the lagahoo
spirits
turn up
And meh
own shadow self, drowned and resurrected from the lagoons of Chup
Pac Pac Pac Pac
Pac Pac Pac Pay De Devil!
Pac Pac Pac Pac
Pac Pac Pac Pay De Devil!
Whapp Cocoyea
Wadapp Cocoyea!
Bong ga nak,
ahhh  bon ga nak ahhh
Poets,
priests and prophets like Meh
Colligan Pa
, Anson,
Sir Vidia pelting picong at all the coochoor stored
in a Nightwatchman’s backpack  
Meh
Colligan Pa
, with he market gang, Mother Cornhusk, Papa Nisa a bois he
crack.
Skeletons
and bones from overgrown tombstones
neglected and vandalized
Pat
orchestrating the pan, some Caribbean Pirates
toting Columbus
lies.
Pac Pac Pac Pac
Pac Pac Pac Pay De Devil!
Pac Pac Pac Pac
Pac Pac Pac Pay De Devil!
Whapp Cocoyea
Wadapp Cocoyea!
Bong ga nak,
ahhh  bon ga nak ahhh
Poor Peter,
still trying to save he drowning legacy, Banwari,
Murdered like
clear Claire,
 buried in the cemetery for the dreamy
Though
they try to build a broad bridge, it sink
With The
Other Magnificent Seven
all left on the brink
Tears and
more tears for the hate-tees
aflowing from pains
The Noble Naparima
raped and scarred and drained of the oil in she veins
Pac Pac Pac Pac
Pac Pac Pac Pay De Devil!
Pac Pac Pac Pac
Pac Pac Pac Pay De Devil!
Whapp Cocoyea
Wadapp Cocoyea!
Bong ga nak,
ahhh  bon ga nak ahhh
Is this
whole lagoon tribe take up position with he
In this
grand concert, the crapeaux and snakes symphony
Pac Pac Pac Pac
Pac Pac Pac
Bong ga nak, bon
ga nak ahhh
Take this and tell them, is the message from the swamp
What I see down there with meh costume all damp,
What Mother Nature say, why she send the flood,
Not to damage and destroy all, not to add to the flowing blood
You doing that yuhself, aheady; Is to remind you of what you
could be
If you stop being chupidee; To remind you that all ah we, ‘bago
too is Trini
Take that message for me to UWI
Shout it out from the Croisee to Caroni
Rio to Mayaro all the way to Toco and into Tobago
Across Grande, San Juan, dong Diego, the Creek and in the Bamboo
This is what Mother Nature send me back to say
Then just so, not shadow, but light fill up the air.
I look at the note
Surprise at what Shadow wrote
’Twas not a song of the Bassman
’Twas another’s anthem.
Of people reaching a hand to help one another
Realising they each other’s keeper
The Shadow
gone, is then like Selvon I hear thunder
As the great
big chorus retreat too back up yonder
I watch the note in meh hand from the Shadow
And the grand concert for relief to save Trinbago
In the note the chant Nature choose for all to render
To honour the people, little people, who became great big
saviours
Once
upon a time there was a magic island
Full of
magic people.
Let me
tell you a story
‘Bout
their pain and their glory, oh yeah.
Many
rivers flowed to this naked isle
Bringing
fear and pain
But
also a brand new style.
And of
all these rivers that shaped this land
Two
mighty ones move like a sculptors hand.
And
today those hands, across the land, man, they’re still landscaping.
And
there’s no doubt we go work it out, there is no escaping.
As the
river flows there are those who would change its passage.
But
every common man got to under-stand up and send a message.
So put
up your hand if you understand now.
Come.
See how
we moving, watch how we grooving
See how
we step in style.
One
lovely nation, under a groove
The
Ganges come meet the Nile.
Them
boys with the hidden agendas, and the mind-benders,
People
done take in front.
Various
smart men, and politicians can come along if they want.
Cus the
people got the power, and the glory.
See how
we float in style.
See how
we moving, watch how we grooving.
The
Ganges has met the Nile
Differences,
there will always be.
So let
you be you, and I’ll be me.
That’s
the damn ting self that makes it sweet.
Brother
bring your drum, leh we start to beat.
Don’t
mind them politcky politicky politicky politicky politicians.
And
with their politricky politricky politricky politricky situations.
We done
jamming and we jamming and we jamming and jam cus we know the story.
Let
them fight if they want in this land of a different glory. (i might have this
line wrong)
So put
up your hand if you understand now
Come.
See how
we moving, watch how we grooving
See how
we step in style.
One
lovely nation, under a groove
The
Ganges has met the Nile.
Them
boys with the hidden agendas, and the mind-benders,
They
will always do their do.
Various
smart men, and politicians, dem could come along too.
Cus we
moving with the power, and the glory.
See how
we float in style.
See how
we moving, watch how we grooving.
See how
we moving, watch how we grooving
See how
we float in style.
One
lovely nation, under a groove
The
Ganges come meet the Nile.
I look
into the water and see the Shadow, at peace at last
‘You
understand, now, why I had to by you pass?’
I look
at the Shadow, ‘But that is not your calypso!’
Smilingly,
he big brim hat bow, ‘yeah, that I know, I know
But ah passing the baton over
To we prophet bard David Rudder
‘From all o’ we creators and back, as you well know,
Nature, rivers, sun, seas, wind, all energies, as one, flow.
In tribute and memorium Winston Bailey, The
Mighty Shadow. Oct 4 1941 –Oct 23 2018
With Excerpts from his calypsoes and lyrics of
David Rudder’s Ganges and the Nile

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