My Current Playlist

1. Mavado - On the rock
2. Jr. Gong - The Mission
3. Mykal Rose ft. Jr. Gong - Shoot Out
4. Mykal Rose ft. Busy Signal - Real Jamaicans
5. Regina Spektor - Samson
6. Regina Spektor - Hotel Song
7. I-Octane - Poverty
8. Black Judah ft. Warrior King - Mercy Please
9. Busy Signal - Pon the Edge
10. Demarco - Duppy know who fi frighten
11. Serani ft. Bugle - Doh
12. Erup - Click My Fingers
13.Busy Signal - Unknown Number
14. Royksoop - Remind Me (Geico ADV. theme song)
15. Sean Kingston - Take you there
16. Kanye West ft. Chris Martin (Coldplay) - Homecoming
17. Alaine - Sacrifice
18. Alaine - Sincerely
19. Alaine - Prayer
20. Etana - Roots
21. Etana - I am not afraid
22. Shaggy ft. Sizzla - Mad Mad World
23. Sizzla - Take myself away
24. Twins of Twins - How come (How come Natty an 3 gyal inna room, so wah, Babylon nuh badda doom???)
25. Lupe Fiasco - Superstar

List of 16 Popular Trinidadian Movies

1. Bim (1974)


2. Caribbean Fox, The (1970)


3. Crossing Over (1989)


4. Diamonds from the Bantus (2002)


5. Flight of the Ibis (1996)


6. Girl from India (1982)


7. Innocent Adultery (1994)


8. Ivan the Terrible (2004)


9. Loss of Innocence, A (2006)


10. Men of Gray (1990)


11. Mystic Masseur, The (2001)


12. Obeah (1987)


13. Panman, The (1997)


14. Right and the Wrong, The (1970)


15. SistaGod (2006)


16. What My Mother Told Me (1995)

Writer's Profile

Eintou Pearl Springer

Well... hmmm... I stumbled upon a book by the name of "Out of the Shadows" in my house, I believe belongs to B.U.M. (Black Urban Militia) field operative agent Dax and seeing that the book was of Trinidadian linkage, written by an Eintou Springer, and I know a modern Springer, no not Jerry... Attilah, it just piqued my curiousity.

"Eintou has been a traditional storyteller for more than three decades. She has demonstrated her craft in the USA, UK, English and French speaking Caribbean and Africa. She has conducted storytelling workshops for teachers and educators all over the world and is herself a creator of original stories in the folk tradition of her native Trinidad and Tobago.

Eintou, a citizen of Trinidad and Tobago, is the recipient of a national award, the Humming Bird Silver Medal, for her contribution to the development and propagation of Arts and Culture. An award-winning actress, and in 2004 was awarded the Vanguard Award of the National Drama Association of Trinidad and Tobago (NDATT), an organisation that she helped to form. She recently retired as Director of the National Heritage Library of Trinidad and Tobago an institution which she holds the distinct honour of creating and developing.

Her career as an activist and artist has been a lifetime of service to the dispossessed youth of the inner cities, young artists, dramatists and performers and basically any bright spark with the gleam of the future in their eyes.

It is this drive to empower young people that inspires and fuels her talents as a storyteller and magician of the spoken word."

If Trinis Made Movies... Hahahahaha

If Trinis Made American movies!


1. Dude, where's my Cortina?

2. Hari Pooran and the Obeyahman's Stone

3. The Lord of the Ganja Leaf: The Fellowship of the Herb

4. The Lord of the Ganja Leaf: The Two Spliffs

5. Along Came a Crablouse (Spider)

6. Crouching Tatoo Hidden Manicou

7. Me, Myself and Indira

8. Deep Brown Quinam ( Deep Blue Sea)

7. My Big Fat Grafton Wedding

9. Born on the 31st of August

10. Not Another Skettel Movie

11. Political Wars, Episode 1: The Phantom Panday

12. Political Wars, Episode 2, Patrick Strikes Back

13. Political Wars, Episode 3: Return of the Silver Fox (Panday)

14. Babylon Academy 1,2,3,4,5,6,7

15. Villa Capri (Moulin Rouge)

16. Broken Big Stone ( Broken Arrow)

17. If These Cane Fields Could Talk

18. Wild Wild Williamsville

19. Trinidadian Dhalpuri (American Pie)

20. Lagahoo in Woodbrook (Vampire in Brooklyn)



Trini Movies We Would Like To See: (

1. I Know What You Did Last Dry Season
2. Four Prayers And A Puja
3. Men In Brown
4. There's Something About Primatee
5. How To Kill A Corbeau (Mockingbird)
6. Panorama (Titanic)
7. Republic Day
8. A Trinidadian Werewolf In Guyana
9. Biptee, The Soucouyant Slayer
10. Rumble In The Beetham
11. Lethal Cutlass 1, 2, 3 &4
12. Rubbing Wood and his parang side
13. Big Stone (The Rock)
14. Shanty Town Of Angels
15. Driving Miss Mazie
16. Pointless
17. Nightmare On Frederick Street
18. The Manicou King
19. Saving Ryan's Privates
20. Ramesh And Drupatee(Romeo & Juliet)
21. Pouff! (Gone With The Wind)
22. Home Alone 2 - Lost In Mayaro
23. Basdeo's Advocate
24. Fried Green Baigan
25. One Flew Over The Corbeau's Nest
26. Chadee's List
27. The PNM Strikes Back
28. The Silence Of The Goats
29. The Untouched-Doubles (Untouchables)
30. Breakfast At Chorros
31. Maxispotting
32. Escape From Guerra Island
33. The Birdman from Carrera
34. The Tattooslayer
35. Guess who's coming for roti?
36. Panday vs Panday
37. De Compere
38. Bridge over the Dry River

List Borrowed from: http://www.tntisland.com/

Top Ten Jamaican Films

Seeing that I'm back on the blog roll, I'm doing list and trying to bring back all original fresh sexy Yannick content so just check it out maaaaaaaaaaan.

1. The Harder They Come (1972)
This book is in every authentic Jamaican's DVD catalogue, or had it on VHS

2. Shottas (2002)
The Jamaicanified City of God

3. One Love (2003)
Hmmm I'm not Mr. Romantic but...

4. Goat Head

Paul Bucknor started production on 'Goathead', a romantic comedy, written and directed by Bucknor, set in rural Jamaica.

5. Dancehall Queen (1997)

Oh well... Betweenie had to get a buss

6. The Lunatic (1991)
The story of a village madman, Aloysious, who has the amazing ability to talk to anything, including trees, cows and cricket balls. Portrayed from a Jamaican prospective with an acute eye for the authentic dialect of the land. Aloysious meets Inga, a German nymphomaniac, who uses her 'pum pum power' to capture his heart.

7. Glory to Gloriana (2006)
"Mi Haffi put a MOBAY show on the list (duh)"
The rags to riches story of a young country girl, Gloria Minto who was determined to makes the most of life. She came from humble beginnings and with the help of those around her and the will of only a Jamaican woman, she fought her way to success and prosperity.

8. Smile Orange (1976)
"Orange wi rotten yuh seed"

9. Third World Cop (1999)
Loose cannon cop Capone returns to his home town of Kingston to join a group of officers fighting organised crime in the area. On his first day he uncovers gun smuggling operation that may be connected with lead criminal Oney. However his old crew, led by Ratty, also are involved leading Capone to a choice between his job and his old crew.

10. Rude Boy: The Jamaican Don (2003)


Noteworthy mentions from recent times (or maybe not so recent) are:

**Foreign
**Bashment
**Clash
 

Other Popular and Jamaican Movies:

-Belly (1998)
-Black Kissinger (2008)
-Bongo Man (1981)
-Children of Babylon (1980)
-Countryman (1982) 
-It's All About Dancing: A Jamaican Dance-U-Mentary (2006)
-Lovers Flex (2006) 
-No Place Like Home (2006/I)
-Rockers (1978)
-Roots Time (2006) 
-Runt (2005)
-Shottas for Life (2007)
-Third World (1980) ...aka Prisoner in the Streets (1980)

FREE YOUR MIND THIS WEEK!!!

I got this little ole bit of info from one Attilah Springer (Trini writer)... and just thought it relevant to share with the world or just my world...

For real... this is the perfect excuse for not answering my cell fone, but then again I rarely ever do so... I doubt the nation will buy the argument but its an original thought right there... fuh real...

And fi real the nation need to unplug from the "tell-LIE-vision" and stop wat BET(black exploitation tell-lie-vision) and detox from the idiot box... and the zombie tube... time to run away from civi-LIES-astion and the neo-colonial/imperialism phenomenon dem call globalisation 2008 re-slaving agenda.

"You've got to parent. You've got to turn off the television set in your house once in a while; you've got to put the video game away once in a while."

"You should have a curfew in your house so your children aren't out in the streets all night."
~Barack Obama





Mental Detox Week - April 21 - 27, 2008

10:25am Friday, Apr 18
Formerly TV Turn Off Week...Now the culture jammers over at Adbusters,org want us to detox our brain for a week. I think I'm giving up Crackbook...


"For one week you take a break, unplug, turn off the TVs, computers, iPods, Blackberries, and cell phones. You don't have to go cold turkey, just challenge yourself to cut back a little. In the evening, you watch your favorite show if you have to, but then you switch off, relax, read a book, take a walk, or maybe go for a pint with a friend.

It's all about mental health. Recent studies have revealed a connection between our increasing use of a wide range of digital devices and growing stress levels and incidence of psychological disorders. Two out of three Americans suffer disconnection anxiety if they're away from their gadgets even for a few minutes, and The American Journal of Psychiatry has classified excessive gaming, porn surfing, emailing, and text messaging as a compulsive impulse disorder. Unplugging for a week is a non-pharmaceutical method of protecting your sanity and well-being.

So you take a step back from it all. Maybe for the first couple of days you'll feel crabby, sweaty, or agitated, like an addict in withdrawal. But then something remarkable will happen. Your over-stimulated brain will cleanse itself. You'll relax. You'll feel calmer and more grounded. You'll be whole again and see the world anew."

http://www.adbusters.org/metas/psycho/mdw/

Top Five (5) Sites to Survive UWI (Mona)

Top ten sites I used to survive UWI:

1. Wikipedia

-Wikipedia gives you the base and foundation for most essays.

The biggest multilingual free-content encyclopedia on the Internet. Over 7 million articles in over 200 languages, and still growing.

2. One Look online dictionary

-Every essay needs a definition of few

Look up a word or term in an Internet dictionary or glossary. Free search access to a frequently updated database of words, terms, names, and acronyms.

3. Google

-hmm no explanation needed

Enables users to search the Web, Usenet, and images. Features include PageRank, caching and translation of results, and an option to find similar pages.

4. Sparknotes

- Essential to book reviewing and summarizing

Study guides and discussion forums offered on various academic subjects. Literature section includes brief analyses of characters, themes and plots.

5. Lifehack.org

- Now if you haven't mastered the art of getting stuff done hop, skip and jump here.

Pointers on productivity, getting things done and lifehacks.

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This is just a test as I make a post from my msn

Writing on...

Well this silly season will soon be upon us and "here we are princes of the universe, here we are fighting for survival(9to5:pon the slave) in a war with the darkest powers(Babylon & Rome: The system)"... So all you happy troopers who will be looking forward to X-mas bonus and Pardna draws, all who ketch the red ball inna Cashpot... don't forget the friendly neighborhood Rasta Man...

Haven't you noticed as of late... the ants are still out... when it should be cold season, butterflies are less, flies are in while the fruit seasons are out, hmmmm nature may have gone haywire, maybe this the global disaster our last warnings. Global warming is upon us!!! Yup, the meek shall inherit the Earth... gee I feel so heartened to know its this big toxic dump that we are inheriting meekly from our predecessors. Oil junkies... Aye check it seen. My granny was born in 1921 seen and she had only seen two hurricanes from then till 2000, those were Charley and Gilbert... after that Emily, Dennis, Ivan, Dean and a string of close encounters. Hmmmm something seems odd wouldn't you say. Ding ding ding... you guessed it right Global Warming... and you can see it live here in the Caribbean twenty four seven... just watch the world.

Aye shudder to think... does the government have plans to address the drastic changes to life that Global warming will bring. We see the sudden rapid and expansive road deterioration... extended rain seasons and hurricane seasons, can our economy manage this... dom dom duuuuuuum (u know that mystery show scary puzzling question sound)... Anyway enough of my anecdotes lez just see wah mi write seh this month... aye a buildback mi gwaan build back the blog vibes and energy suh whapp'm unnu support mi nuh... leff a comment or post nuh... Chu!

“What!” he said. “Do you not realize that there are souls
in endless torment? They are craving for dreams and
action, the purest passions, the wildest pleasures, and
thus they cast into all kinds of fantasies, and foolishness.”
Then she looked at him just as you gaze upon a
traveler come from a far-away land…
“Look at us, for instance,” he said, “why did we
meet? By what decree of Fate? It must be because,
across the void, like two rivers irresistibly converging, our unique inclinations are pushing us towards one another.” And now he took her hand; she didn’t take it back again. --Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

I shut my eyes so I can see. --artist Paul Gauguin

Happiness is not a destination. It is a method of life. --Burton Hills



GRAND POETRY FIESTA

First I'd like to kick off this poetry cue that I have here with a poem a young Miss Shannon Smith did in response to a poem of mine published in the Bookends Segment of the Sunday Observer... called The Whore... its posted in the post before this one I think so check it out an get up to speed after you read hers below eh... the others are all mine so feast and dine...




Tonight I Whore
by Shannon Smith

Tonight i strip of
ribbons and lace
of lipgloss and makeup
my second face

for tonight
for him once more
tonight i am his dream
his whore

Tonight i lose all gentile demeanor no remnants of the Lady the daywalker For tonight i am for him not his lady but creature of the night tonight the apple is in reach for him, my Tantalus which was once only in sight Tonight he finds a warm embrace not in my arms but where my labia part ways So tonight no giggles no girlish guise just the raunch of a woman with fire between her thighs For his feindish desires I am the cure and so tonight once more for him tonight I whore.



Christmas

I had dream where Jesus turned in his grave,
Christmas consumes the souls he came to save,
Money and mammon are masters and many are slave,
Picking up their crosses and forgetting his cross and all he gave,
Neon signs on the road to future we pave,
Commerce and WWJD is all the rave.

The cock crows thrice on Christ's mas Eve,
Many celebrate not knowing what they believe,
Content with meager salaries and bonus the receive,
Merchants peddle and use fat red saints to deceive,
Tell strange and compelling stories about how a virgin did conceive,
Always forgetting the truth of how the King does grieve.

One Night In December

The sky is in her deepest blue,
While stars glow bold in the cool of night,
Ackee trees rock as the breeze comes through,
All is peace even the mongrels cease to fight.

Children frolic through the street with sparkles in hand,
And old reggae rhythms softly and wistfully scampers across the air,
The spirit... no ghost of nativity captures the land,
The weary soul can rest without fear.

Yannick Nesta Pessoa

She's Gone

She left me,
For the beast, for mammon and his money,
I laugh myself to sleep at night,
But really... it isn't funny.

She left me,
Headed to Virginia and Cleveland,
While I'll try to nobly toil,
In my hectic homeland.

She left me,
Not to follow a dream,
But for the coveted green dollar,
And a white collar H2Worker scheme.



MY LOLITA

So, so, so...
I've be lulled by the way you loll,
By big bottoms and dimpled thighs,
Imperfect skin like mine and coy smile,
Unrevealing eyes.

Here I am in my secret place,
Cursed in the strangest of ways,
By you my Delores Haze,
Captivated, I simply look and gaze,
...And view,
You.

Sixteen,
Young fresh and not so green,
Black velveteen,
And me the Natty libertine.

Bubbler bubbling in...
Her Rapunzel room,
Her Board House Bordeaux,
Secret smiles,
With secrets in eyes,
Do you realize,
You are my Lolita.


Left Over Wine

I must have been forgot,
In his Majesty's schemes and plot,
For I am king too...
Am I not?

It seems in the grand design,
I was left behind,
For after lesser mortals do dine,
It is I who must suffer sipping the left over wine.



She Greaves

Some how...
I failed to expect such vulgar and hostile silence,
An uncommonly profound and intangible sort of violence.

She left and still leaves,
She grieves,
Because I deceive,
She couldn't believe,
In the web of lives and lies this dreamer weaves.

Was my presence so bitter and so vile...
Such a nuisance all the while,
That now...
Not even a smile.

And has my doubtful path,
My unwavering course of majestic disasters,
My penchant for being the dirtiest of pretty things...
Caused this harsh and parched and caustic... exile,
To the periphery of your embattled existence,
Have I compounded the blighted years,
Add green bottles of tears.

I don't know...
But I do understand...
That though she ...
I'll never See Moan or mourn,
I now know she Greaves.



Rahab: Into An Harlot's House

She has eyes like fire,
That dance and flitter with desire,
She had harlequin lips,
Soft subtle hips,
Coy postures and quirky quips,
She shimmers with the danger and legacy of hollow tips,
Black and comely,
She is a lovely... thing,
And oh how the crescent is alive with whispering,
Rumouring... that you might be inviting,
The neo libertine... The Herlequin King... in,
And oh isn't he tempted to prolong this legacy of sin.

Seekers of Dreams

Across the blank, white landscapes,
We battle the vapid and mundane,
Lexical mancing and lexical graphing,
To paint images to bland minds,
To link soul to art,
We make works of heart,
Searching the caverns of the brain,
Ever yearning for the pinnacle of the mind,
We battle on a deep, silent plain of white,
Spilling ink with ever slash,
We tie yesterday with memories,
Bound to honour beauty,
Love and art are our duty,
We are the seekers of dreams.

Yannick Nesta Pessoa

Untitled

Immersion,
How I would like to be in you.

Emulsion,
How it is that I would like to cover you.

Emission,
The star that radiates from the mind of such a wunderkind.

Emersion,
Your reappearance after many moons.

Eversion,
How I undo your soul.

Aversion,
How you cast your gaze when mine becomes intent.

Revision,
How I try to recast this love.

Yannick Nesta Pessoa


Monochrome/MonaKhroma

She looks out the window,
She is monochrome true.
Her speech is song,
Her soul glows blue.

Her hair frizzles and it frazzles,
She knows and I don't know.
As the sun burns the morning cold,
I must come and I must go.

Zygote of a pregnant miracle
Was, is, she will always be.

Yannick Nesta Pessoa

Turquoise Sea

…And I see it clear,
It’s fluid,
somewhere in here,
whispering of something,
I should know out there.

It’s the world I want,
it’s mellow,
With the girl I want,
supple and spirited,
I need to reach yet I can’t.

My eyes burn with clarity,
As I am immersed in briny waters,
Sky blue and teal,
Colour the world I can feel...

Yannick Nesta Pessoa

Silence On All Frequencies

I won't speak,
For to speak is to lie,
I won't listen,
For to listen is to be deceived,
I won't think,
For to think is to make belief,
I won't be touched,
For to be touched is to hurt,
I won't smell and taste,
For to smell and taste is to remember.

AM, FM, I'm dead on all frequencies,
I'll take it on mono,
I'll take radio silence,
Fly solo,
Its hard to determine,
Did I dream a belief,
Or was it that I believed a dream.

Yannick Nesta Pessoa

Middle of Nowhere Restaurant

…I sit amongst devils and a whore,
Exactly where I’m not sure,
The Middle of Nowhere Restaurant most certainly.
The children of the damned scamper here at dawn,
The wretched of the earth stumble in,
Here is home and haven to sin,
The elderly are imps of darkness,
Bent and crooked and thin.

I’ve heard it said,
That the rapture must come,
The good ones must go,
While the rest will reap,
Hell in the evils we used to sow.

The light shines here,
But it’s still dark,
It mourns of a yesterday with a hope and spark,
But its all gone now,
The Beast has left its mark.

Yannick Nesta Pessoa

The Wandering Jew

I wash the dried saliva from my face,
I hope the scent of sin will wash away too,
I look out the window and see the world by night,
Pastel designed in mellow moods and tragedies,
While stars, watchers, sing melodies of memories and maladies,
I search the sky for David's star on my way to my very own beloved Bethlehem,
And I wonder...
Are the stories true...
Is there really a long lost wandering Jew.

Ode to Idle Thinkers

For all those who stare out the window,
Beyond the mountain and beyond the tree,
This poem connects all those who think like me.

Holding on to all those... though,
Shackled by people's alleged reality,
Still manage to look pass the ocean and deep into the see.

Unleaded

The sunsets and the evening sky is period red,
Simon Garfunkel's Cecelia is playing in my head,
I unhear all the things she said,
I only wish the succubus were dead,
She said she liked me cause I was unleaded.















Mr. Marley wid the toolie...(Above)

Yannick Nesta Pessoa
(Writer / Graphic Designer / Cartoonist / Entrepeneur)

The Resume: http://www.geocities.com/cyber_yan/yannickresumeV2.htm

Rubiginous: Soundtrack of my life, Live on ©Radio Selassie®™

And while the world that once was wonders and ponders the fate of the lone warrior plotting his uncharted course through existence... many of the old guard, the rearguard whisper and muster has Yannick really gone too far... fallen off the edge of the earth... vanished from existence... or simply lost his mind at sea shipwrecked and forever awash with the flotsam of an insane life...

Those from the cult of Yahn... ponder about their great leader's Sabbatical... is he cocooning soon to be Renascent... Brought to Seraph like Royalty to meet his unction, his appointment with destiny...

The doubting thomases and disbelieving amy(s) propose that he was a passing phase... some say he has fallen from grace... some claim he has gone to plead his case before the Gods...

Who knows these things...

Signs and Wonders

Now the other day while walking down the road I pass two men sitting close enough to each other but both oblivious to one another, one gazing drunken glossy eyed into some way off adventure and long lost love in Singapore and the other examining his singed beard, while fumbling a lit spliff in his mouth. Our gazers shirt says "I do only what the voices in my head tell me" the singed bearded hombre's shirt states "My home is in my head"...

After fumbling and stumping my toe on the grand profundity of the picture staring before meand the fact that I don't even have a camera phone to snap it muchless a digicam and off course the amazingly sardonic nature of life... I almost immediately right after kunk my head on another astounding phenomena, a dialogue crafted with so much dry wit an unassuming humour, one would have thought it written by a great existential writer... a drunk say to a junkie... "Why did Jesus walk on the water?" the junkie... with his just lit seasoned Craven "A" in a moment of apparent enlightenment responds almost annoyed... "Cho... mi expect big man like you fi did know seh... him cyaaaaaan SWEEEEEEM(swim)"...

Now ladies and gentlemen, there you have it... another moment of modern day philosophers at work...

Now some designs: THE RUBIGINOUS COLLECTION

Still pawing at the creative process

Gone to code... Rasta enters the matrix...

More to come...

NEW POEM:

The Harlot

Tonight I seek the harlot, I seek the whore,
For all women are at the core,
And I tire of the make up and frivilous facade,
Tonight I seek passion, I seek real, I seek more.

So if you must know...
I take flight to board houses and bordellos,
Backdoor "Ho"-tels and motels,
Where there are more tales to tell.

And Ma'am...
You with your Lady of Mount Carmel Scapular...
Nestled coincidentally coyly on your breasts,
Armed with your rosary...

Loving Christ with more passion,
Than you could me,
Know this...
I seek my dirty Mary Magdalena,
The whore of my dreams-a...
I seek salvation in the bitter streets,
Between dirty sheets.

Yannick Nesta Pessoa
Copyright ©2007 Yannick Nesta Pessoa

Click Photo to go to Gallery of My Soldiers
My Soldiers: Soldiers of Selassie ©(S.O.S.)®™

I Dream of Bay

I dream of Bay,
Mobay, Mobay, Mobay...
I dream of rain,
I wake in vain,
To parched Earth and bitter pain.

I dream of Bay,
Mobay, Mobay, Mobay...
I dream of fire,
My heart smolders with desire,
My mind is my empire.

I dream of Bay,
Mobay, Mobay, Mobay...
I dream of sea,
Washing away eternity,
I know not how things were meant to be.

Yannick Nesta Pessoa
Copyright ©2007 Yannick Nesta Pessoa

Now on Radio Selassie... the soundtrack of my life...

Message In A Bottle
Sting & Police

Just a castaway, an island lost at sea, oh
Another lonely day, with no one here but me, oh
More loneliness than any man could bear
Rescue me before I fall into despair, oh

I'll send an S.O.S. to the world
I'll send an S.O.S. to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah

A year has passed since I wrote my note
But I should have known this right from the start
Only hope can keep me together
Love can mend your life but
Love can break your heart
I'll send an S.O.S. to the world
I'll send an S.O.S. to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah

Walked out this morning, don't believe what I saw
Hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore
Seems I'm not alone in being alone
Hundred billion castaways, looking for a home
I'll send an S.O.S. to the world
I'll send an S.O.S. to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Message in a bottle, yeah
Sending out at an S.O.S.
Sending out at an S.O.S.
Sending out at an S.O.S.
Sending out at an S.O.S.
Sending out at an S.O.S.
Sending out at an S.O.S...

Nights In White Satin Lyrics
Moody Blues

Nights in white satin, never reaching the end,
Letters I've written, never meaning to send.
Beauty I'd always missed with these eyes before.
Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore.

'Cos I love you, yes I love you, oh how I love you.

Gazing at people, some hand in hand,
Just what I'm going through they can't understand.
Some try to tell me, thoughts they cannot defend,
Just what you want to be, you will be in the end.

And I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.

Nights in white satin, never reaching the end,
Letters I've written, never meaning to send.
Beauty I've always missed, with these eyes before.
Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore.

'Cos I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.
'Cos I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.

Breath deep
The gathering gloom
Watch lights fade
From every room
Bedsitter people
Look back and lament
Another day's useless
Energy spent

Impassioned lovers
Wrestle as one
Lonely man cries for love
And has none
New mother picks up
And suckles her son
Senior citizens
Wish they were young

Cold hearted orb
That rules the night
Removes the colours
From our sight
Red is gray and
Yellow white
But we decide
Which is right
And
Which is an Illusion

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3 Things That I Love About Montego Bay

3 Things That I Love About Montego Bay
September 12th, 2007 by Galba Bright

From the congested streets of Streatham in South London to the wandering goats and cows of Montego Bay is quite a journey. Robyn McMaster’s invitation to join Robert Hruzek’s My Home Town Meme is a lovely opportunity to reflect on 3 things that I love about Montego Bay, the tourist capital of Jamaica.

Animals At Large

I’ve lived about four miles outside Montego Bay for almost eleven years. I used to be awakened at abour 5:15 am by the daily “clump”, “clump” of cows’ hooves marching by my front door. This daily ritual was fascinating.

I learned that I never really get to “know” cows. I never had in depth conversations with them, yet I certainly learned to respect them.

The Parish Council has since put an end to the dairy procession, yet I still see a grizzled goatherd tending to his goats from time to time. I really enjoy being up front and personal with animals in a setting that isn’t as structured as a zoo.

How To Use Your Naturalistic Intelligence

A relative recently visited me and revealed, to my amazement, that I had a veritable bird sanctuary in my back garden. Sure, I’d seen, heard and enjoyed some woodpeckers and the occasional owl resting hauntingly on a telegraph pole outside our house, but the variety of hawks, nightingales, doctor birds and doves that he expertly pointed out to me was quite amazing.

A Look Out Of The Window

As Montego Bay is a tourist city, people mistakenly believe that those of us who are fortunate to live in the city spend all of our time on the beach. This isn’t my story, yet I’m blessed that Mother Nature’s fantastic gifts are always front, left and centre for even the hardest working Montego Bay resident.

Every morning, I look across the Caribbean sea and experence a wonderful tr