the paragraph

This is like a simile riding pun a metaphor in a low tide wave of oxymorons causing a spasm of innuendos in personification and thus creating a new generation of devices after a literal orgasm. As ironic as forward foreshadowing fantastic fuel for filling full my fabulous fury after an odd alliteration of allied alliances who aligned allegedly to allow a form of allusion which I somehow alleviated. Bing Bong! The creativity timers stop, just before another hyperbole pothole deeper than the Atlantic ocean. Wbump! There's another onomatopoeia. Rolling all over it like a backwards figure of speech.

I dream of winning the lottery

I dream of winning the lottery
so that I may buy a turbo-charged Subaru Legacy GT
and a 2 door Suzuki jeep
all that money will be the push I need
for you see
my friends are doing pretty well, successfully
but me
I'm stuck in a rut, basically
same ol' same ol' every week
to win the lottery
yes
I'll make it a j -o -b

oh to shop in France and Italy
buying stuff from the GQ and Details magazines
taking my love on a spending spree
then return home to a mansion by the sea
do nothing but relax, literally
play video games all day, then sleep
on a super big HDTV
obviously
oh my, I do dream of winning the lottery

but it takes patience, decades probably
gotta keep playing, depending on the the ticket machine
some day, I may be lucky
or might be broke like a bum eventually
gradually begging for ticket money

but if you're not like me
and winning the lottery isn't your dream
you believe I have false hope
no worries
your big payout will come after years and years of hard work

inspiration for a conflict

a promise of wild pleasure without red tape
zero technicalities. Just say the date
future infidelity; definitely a maybe,
trying not to think of the pain the beloved will feel
but irresistible to the strange lust
wishing a way to be guilt-free
it's impossible
but boy am I curious
what a risk!
---
this might hurt >
having a beyond average flirt;
very very naughty words
feeling defenseless and insecure
[for hours]
a situation of romantic horror
wanting a forbidden pleasure
that
definitely wants to be shared
a new hot body to shiver and tremor
applying sensual seduction till we cower
pretense vs respect
must. get. it. together
---
battle of wills
in a war zone of trust
you better be sensible!
intelligent whisper
instantly killed
the faint voice of reason;
overcome with want of taboo sexual healing
contradicting feelings
---
pardon me?
relax? forget about it, you say
but it's hard....
especially after that digital foreplay
more importantly, I just can't
territory is uncertain
[damn]
so intriguing
gradually close to giving in
if only, I knew where we're going
wasn't confused about what might happen
I think I'd make that decision
love for infatuation!?
an appealing but unfair trade
*sigh*
BEHAVE!
or is it that I'm too afraid?
emotions all over the place
no control - the female pilot is on auto
I'm such a f++_ing slave
---
being faithful is more than worth a try
rekindle. be cool. stay. the nice guy
but not with that impatient willingness
and the many temptation tactics
of
a cougar being relentless
to a prey who is extremely hesitant

when will this conflict. end.

------------------------
inspired in part by Usher's hot hit songs Let it Burn/Make Me Wanna/Dot Com/Seduction

bajanism_MADD - Last Saturday Night

Here we have lyrics to an old bajan dub song by the local comedian-music group Madd, I took the time and patience to decipher the 5 stanzas, err verses. Minus the chorus because it's pretty repetitive. It's comical lyrical tune with a very important underlying meaning. The thug-badboy-gangsta life does not end very well. Take a listen to some of the hardcore rhymes.


MADD - Last Saturday Night lyrics

down through de alley playing piece o romey
risking my coppers at a boy salary
cards hard, can't win a lil grantley
gamble out ma grandmother light bill money
brek like a bottle, mah pocket empty
wud like to check a fete but aint had nah currency
so I slide, glide home to granny old house
then rememba she did saying she sleeping by de men's house
gone in she apron first thing I see, sir grantley hundred dollar bill peepin at me
well I stash de cash, old girl ah sorry
you can't be borne, yuh can't miss this lil berry
beep beep beep-beep, outside car horn blow
my man Jon Bockey holla "come lewwe go"
so I rush in de yard, hold a cowboy quick
grab de keys and in de car hop in it
thick! was de smoke from de chronic
though he had a *carrot and i hit piece of rit
turn up de beenie man, run de rout'
"be careful ya hear" me old granny shout
relax old girl, "you know that i will"
[and I hope you rememba ta pay me light bill]

eerrrrrrrkx! we ease pon this set
to collect
a lil school girl friend of mine name Yvette
only 13, but she body correct. correct!
she come by de window in a bare brassiere
she mudda holler out "she ain't leffin in hay"
I say "woman shut ya face, somebody call you"
"Yvette run de rout' or wait, wah fah do"
["I figure u deaf or u play u can't hear
i say that Yvette aint leffin in hay"]
"wait Yvette uze a woman or a lil baby
you chilling wid you mudda or you touring wid me
cos I int no lil boy, don't play wid my brain
as you can't hang wit me, doan come round me again"
she ease from de window, put on she clothes quick
shove in she nose-ring, piece o lipstick
bore past she mudda in de verandah
sat on my lap and exchanged saliva
first *date crack, jack and we gone
lef she mudda cursing and carrying on
"ya lil school rat, ya aint got na shame
when de police got ya tail, doan call my name"

so we pull up by de fete, place correct
passed the gate man and we gon thru de door
one DJ Supa spinning hard tune galore pon de floor
women like sand, place ram
and Jon Bockey, got a little thing wukkin-up... pan
ort man
sudden so, a musty man wid he bad breath self
up in my face threatening my health
bout i mash he big toe
and dint tell he sorry, so he got 5 minds to chop up my anantomy
well you see dah talk, barely asking for trouble
I introduce he head to a sweet drink bottle
one lash in he mels' I know dat does hurt
and I draw my sword to give Two Son's some work
but lucky fuh he, George from de Baylan'
grabble me tight and hol' on pun my hand
cos George know that I sick
I does fight wid de best
I wuh make that boy mudda go and buy a black dress
he ease off de ground, hol' on pon he head
look in he hand, all he see was red
ease thru de door, look back and he say "you feel that it done, but it aint done dey"

fete done and I ready to go home
high, tired, drunk to de bone
gone behind de car to leh go lil wee wee
and a mind tell me look round and who shall I see
same bad breath man wid 3 otha men
dem wid shotguns and he wid a lens'
"dat dats daz de man dey, yuh feel ya cudda crack my head and get way"
BLAM BLAM shotgun shotty start to bark
I dive behind de car, no time to skylark
I reach in my hip for my nine milleme-ta
no retreat, no surren-da
BLAX! BLAX! and I start lick a shot
BADDAX BADDAX! and I dare not stop
till I see a boy fall and hol' he belly
well once there was 4 and now there are 3
same time Jon Bockey now step out de dance
see wha gine on and he each in he pants
for he mister tom feller wuh ya call magnum
but John Bockey aint get chance to use um
BUDDUNG BUDUUNG! shot gun in he chest
and Jon fell to his eternal rest
o Lord, my God he neva wudda live
they lef more holes in Jon that a sieve

Yvette holla "murda, call de police"
hear my de gun barking and just when it cease
she run cross de road to *memba ta hide
and I holla "no Yvette no go back inside"
but too late BLAM BLAM! shotgun in she head, and I watch my girlfriend how she fall down dead
and I panic and I get up and run to help she
BLAM BLAM! shotgun hit me right in me belly
and I look up and se de same bad breath man
smiling at me, wit a gun in he hand
so I rase up my weapon to get off a shot
but I felt so weak and fell pon de spot
and look round, see Jon Buckey bead, Yvette with a big hole in she head
BLAM BLAM! he pull de trigger again
and in my chest I felt a burning pain
in a split second it was over and done
I live by de sword and die by de gun
easy so my life out like a candle
in de darkness I saw de death angel
and cried "o Lord have mercy on ma soul"
I lost my life at fifteen years old.

* for some of the words I guessed.
I think the best part of this is the quick flow in the beginning of verse 3.
Thanks to BoyceVoice for the mp3!

For more of the old bajanisms + lyricists see > http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=bajan+old+dub

club-JSF_the SURRENDER house mix

Yup, been blogcrastinating, but still made time to mash out a quick mix post. Done last night, Sept.8th.. a few European summer hits that were in heavy rotation on my system > listen to transitions from Club-House to Electro to Trance. x

DanceTrippin [Original Mix] - Apademic
Police In Helicopter [Dopefish 2010 Mix] - Dopefish
Tweak Your Nipple [Beltek Remix] - Faithless
Sax & House [Original Mix] - Ivan Project
Diamond Life [Daddy's Groove Magic Island Rework] - Louie Vega, Jay 'Sinister' Sealee, Julie McKnight
Freedom [Andy Harding Remix] - Alex Lamb, Christina Skaar
Surrender - J Nitti, Plavka
Sunbeam [Original Mix] - Spencer & Hill
Say Yeah [Romain Curtis Remix] - Crystal Waters, Fred Pellichero
Live Your Life [Nyx, Syrinx & Nelio Remix] - Erick Morillo & Eddie Thoneick, Shawnee Taylor
I Lose Control [Giorgio Sainz Remix] - Dr Kucho, Dembora, Monica Moss
Rain [Original Club Mix] - Jose Spinnin Cortes, Diana Alvort -
Leavin With Some Chords - Ricardo Drue & Patrice Roberts vs Deadmau5
Dynamite [Mixin Marc Club Remix] - Taio Cruz
Love You Forever [STFU Remix] - Whizzkids
Get Outta My Way [7th Heaven Club Mix] - Kylie Minogue

1 ч. 8 мин. 16 с. - 98.3mb
S U R R E N D E R!

the return of Club-JSF [Shannica]

Gabby Hit It Lyrics by Peter 'Iron' Ram

story time, ya zseet
platter mek peter ram deal wid de matter
ya zseet

watch the video or get the IRON RAM - HIT IT GABBY.mp3

[chorus]
remember gabby tell wunna hit it - hit it - hit it - hit it - hit it - hit it - hit
and nelson wont hear hear hear hear hear hear
remember gabby tell wunna hit it hit it hit it hit it hit it hit it hit it
and nelson wont hear hear hear hear hear

[v1]
wait lemme show how de thing start

it start wid a interview first
admiral like he had de whole thing rehearse
gabby come offa stage, get water quench he thirst
cos he up in de man face like a hospital nurse
something something something
gabby look at he worse
gi' he de karate chop lick he in reverse
admiral start to cry he mout' hadda burst
and start to sing a kartel verse
and ask
'gabby wuh i do to mek ya do me dat'
'gabby wuh i do to mek ya do me dat'
'gabby wuh i do to mek ya do me dat'
gabby say ya lucky 'me ain do ya nottin yet'

hit it hit it hit it hit it hit it hit it
and nelson wont hear hear hear hear hear hear
remember gabby tell wunna hit it hit it hit it hit it hit it hit it
and nelson wont hear hear hear hear

[v2]
hol on dey nuh man
somebody wudda beat he
it happen dah fast
nubody ain tell me, i aint hear na broadcast
i gine tell wunna something
fore wunna start to laff'
de drop kick he get, tear de tshirt in half
he wid a tear-up tshirt decide to run
LAW HAVE MERCY, i gine fuh my son
gabby say guh lon'
i gine wait hay till you come
in de meantime sing anudda kartel song
'EHH we nah fraid a no body we nah fraid a nobody, neva scared, neva scared, neva scared neva!'

hit it hit it hit it hit it hit it hit it
and nelson wont hear hear hear hear hear
remember gabby tell wunna hit it hit it hit it hit it hit it hit it
and nelson wont hear hear hear hear hear
x3
hear hear hear hear hear hear ...

Those'll be the lyrics I deciphered to the tune 'Gabby Hit It' by Peter de 'Iron' Ram sung on the XTREME Platter version of the recently revived Dem Bow riddim by Jamaican singjay Konshens with his tune 'Gal Dem Ah Talk'.

If you haven't heard of the incident that spawned this hilarious tune, head to Cops-probing-Gabby-Admiral-row or mighty-gabby-and-tony-admiral-nelson-backstage.

As interesting as the situation may be, one comment I've read rings true 'Admiral, you live in a democratic country and you are absolutely free to give your views and opinions on anything you want to'
The Nation newspaper also published a similar statement in their Friday.Aug.06 Weekend newsroll.