Saturday, October 20, 2007

To the off shore sea - Shouter Baptists


Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh, Like Soca Baptist, Like Soca Baptist, Like Soca Baptist

Just off the highway on Mucurapo road, Trinidad and Tobago. Just beyond the paved pitch and white barrier. To the patch of wet grass that slopes to the water's edge, next to the pools of sun baked rubbish that scatter the beach, a congregation of Shouter Baptists are in session. And with diligence and with the hope of a rebirth, they chant in verse, celebrating at a group of men being Baptized, in a sea not too clean.

Yet, it is the faith, the dedication in what one believes that sets things apart, and seeing only what is to be seen, the cleansing of the spirit. And with all faiths, with a God that is said to be compassionate and caring, the land, the soil, the sea, from the place called Trinidad and Tobago, she too needs a Baptism to purify her heart.

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Soca Baptist by Blue Boy

Listening to ah prayer meeting, baptist people preaching
With ah leader in front, have people singing
So I tell my padna, boy leh we get closer
Because I tell meh-self ah hearing soca
While it was something to be spiritual
To me it was more like bacchannal
For they dancing, some jumping out ah time
If you see baptist woman wine, singing

Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Like soca baptist
Like soca baptist
Like soca baptist
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Like soca baptist
Like soca baptist
Oh Oh Oh

Just then ah power take me, cause me to act crazy
So they embrace my arm and start to spin me
But I created problems, I start to fight with them
Though the spirit in me, they have no mercy
When they see ah really giving trouble
The priest lay hands on his bible
For chapter two, page four, Psalm 166
Was ah soap and ah baptist mix, singing

Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Like soca baptist
Like soca baptist
Like soca baptist
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Like soca baptist
Like soca baptist
Oh Oh Oh

While singing this Psalm, the preacher held my arm
Two bounce on my shoulder make me feel better
Then he said to me son, come forward and kneel down
But whilst approaching him, he stopped all singing
But then everything was going well
Until de man start to ring de bell
I starting bawling, but he didn't give a damn
So he make them sing baptist Psalm, singing

Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Like soca baptist
Like soca baptist
Like soca baptist
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Like soca baptist
Like soca baptist
Oh Oh Oh



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