Verse 1 Madrugada ja rompeu Na minha casa de azul Viajeiro-rei sou eu Mas sou preso deste mundo Pause (Turnaround) Verse 2 Madrugada ja rompeu Soltando o vento do oeste Montei num cavalo branco E ja parti pro este Pause (Turnaround) Verse 3 O sol ficava alto Um astro perdido no ar O cavalo abreu alas E ja cruzamos o mar Interlude Verse 4 Pasamos sete casas de pedra Seis cidades de sal Ouvi a chamada da minha casa No som do berimbau Chorus Sete casas (4x) Outro Sete casas I’m always home, but I’m always on the run (4x)

PAUL Written and Composed by Chanzo Osei Greenidge (SOCAN/COTT) (for Curepe) Key: A Verse 1: Fire Paul, On a rainy morning, the beaten streets might say your name. You were always here In the stench of the bar, Paul You knew the stool The jukebox that never worked, Paul You knew the *$!? that never &!@*... The fire that understood…, The child you’d never see, Paul The ward and the warden, Paul The raisin-in-the- sun Dreams that always could, Memories that never did. The drive home at night… Paul…. Chorus: So, (who drivin’ drunk) Show them the stagger, whoi (Who drivin’ drunk) Show them the impact, yeah (Wind down your glass) And listen to the Speaker, whoi (Turn off your gas) Turn on your indicator, and touch... the rainfall, and touch the rainfall and touch the rain, fall, and touch the rainfall 'cause... Verse 2: Sugar I could always see the rum cork Turn off, turn on Paul, Twist-‘n’-disappear Paul Back-when-the-money-done Paul. The daughter in England Who’d never write Paul And who could only call… about land. Well, I could always smell The rats, the cutlass…and the rum bottle, Paul Hiding in the old car Like gold, calling your name, Paul The liquid lover, White like your hair, Paul… Rise and Fall Paul…Paul...Paul...Paul.. Paul (you're going to fast now) Paul (you know it can't last now) Paul (you're going to crash now) Paul... Chorus: So, (who driving drunk) Listen to the Speaker, whoi (Who driving drunk) Show them the impact, yeah (Wind down your window) Show them the movement, whoi (It’s fire from below) So turn on the indicator and touch the…. Rainfall... And touch the rain, fall, And touch the rainfall, oh yeah And touch the rainfall 'cause Outro On a rainy morning, the tired ground might say...your name: (Pat Bishop…) say your name (Abdias…) say your name (Gil Scott Heron…) say your name… Paul….

DIAMOND MIND Written and Composed by Chanzo Osei Greenidge (SOCAN/COTT) (for Sylvia Bryce-Moseley) Diamond Mind, a diamond mind Diamond Mind, a diamond mind Diamond Mind, a diamond mind (2x) The hexagon bars (sung) of those teak cabinets propose the ultimate wealth: Immortality. Ghosts curl from the parquet floor, A thin carpet floating under eight table settings And one more…. Re-diffusion boxes Running in circles ‘tween black and tinsmiths, Panama barrels, Pews and kneelers Swinging promises Over enamel Pots and graters In the boudoir, blotches In the grey-cream marble [Be]tray the waters Slipping into caves And narrow corridors; Little, did we know that There were prisons calling From below Poisons flowing Under those bed-posts. There were we, Raised impressions in frames, Looking out from crystal arcs Into filament bulbs There were we, Marching on Pales’, Stained red in Egypt Crossing Aswan (as one) As Father Clock Stood still... There were we, Now we were back, And still we believed the promise, rewards would indeed be…. (sound of clock/metronome ticking) delivered…. A diamond mind, a diamond mind A diamond mind, a diamond mind A diamond mind, a diamond mind (2x) The face of Barbados is ALL the faces of Blackness: The quiet yellows, the open blues... The seeping reds and holy-rolling pews… [this line is sung] The ancient tramcars drumming over Passages, Sunscreen dreams and silk cotton bridges. The I-obsessed land sighs what-could-have-been; its memories dredged to plaster the skin Of souvenirs. The spirits still create maps In old cane and the same Stale smoke, Planting sweet hearts and Dripping forth pennies and hard ‘wuk’ But this is New York, The new canoes are plodding away from scratchy trails and foolish talk. But still there is time to walk in dark embrace Time to absorb, Direct the resistance Of ultramar waves… Time to find… Veins of gold and black oil… In a diamond mind (4x).

CAPTAIN BLOOD Written by Twylight Seven- Chanzo Osei Greenidge (SOCAN/COTT) (for Helen Victoria Greenidge and Joyce Greenidge) Key: C# Minor Title: Captain Blood Time: 1969-2009 Verse 1: Running Tings [Flooding the Bridge] Blood I will flood your streets, Take 'em over and give [repeat this section four times to represent four generations] you the sweet Lick that you need now, How, I am… laughing at your antics Drinking in the Chelsea bridges and bloody ridges The french fried waiters, the art critics From London, England, United, Kingdom The many trips to worship chips and CommonWorthless shit: the stakes, the fish, the debts, The bets, the breaks, The readings, the weddings, the beatings And then the seductive promisings Even from "'ntings"," innit?", "sure love" and "sweet-tart", I run my odd light straight through your bloody heart Chorus [Flooding the Bridge]: G#m…Ohhh…I’m lovin’ (F#m) Blood I’m lickin’ London and lovin’ (G#m) it Lovin’ (F#m7) blood I’m lickin’ Lon-(G#m)don And lovin’ (F#m7) blood, I’m lickin’ London and lovin’ (F#m7…)it Verse 2: Goals As I think, you blink and wink At my sex, but soul sleeps In my math, and statecraft’s too steep for your flat Lines, Demi-god of the vanishing smile The paper slanders as Invaders conquer the time-tamer The Manor told Zephaniah ban the dodgy child He refused while the manner of sweat and swine piles While the track changes and self-defeat run deep in your streets While the boys sit at attention, so constant, so complete Abbreviated Chorus: I’m lickin’ London and lovin’ blood I’m lickin’ London and lovin’ it (Optional) Verse 2: Shots I recover, score, give you a world tour To increase my karma pleats Then lick you with more pics More goals, more gold, more stores, more stories More bars, more silver, more fronts and more stars [1 bar of Silence] Chorus Verse 3: El Dorado West One So choke it down Babylon (Eat,) you sweet-biscuit whore I love you so taste my carniva(l), You know my curry is bananas But don’t open your jaws To suck my grandma's festival. Feed your poor no more On another woman's womb ‘cause now all day, night, I’m crossing over their Lightning Tombs (x2). Refrain: Resurrection I’m lickin’ London (yeah) Lickin’ London (yeah) I’m lickin’ London (yeah) Lickin’ London…..

MARTE EM MARÇO Ontem de madrugada Me picava a mente sobrevoou a casa uma mariposa gigante Chamariz pra mosquito disfarçado Sambando sobre o pele escuro da terra vermelha e ondeante Enquanto gritam como cães No cio, nesse calor Só ar quente triunfa E sem triunfo, esta diárreia de dia em dia de nuvens estéris A mesma melodia triste sob a pele somaliana do ceú do caribe Chorus: 'Cause we're Beating time, beating time To death É manha de Carnaval, so we're Beating time, beating time To death Olé, olé, olé, olé...! Trilho dessa FIFA, Mãe Avaricia Quem abre a boca cheia, e olha pra sua barriga A mão da criança, recém-nacida, se estira Escruta os animais eléctricos Anunciando quem ganhou, driblou, quem marcou Go..! GO! GO!!GO!!!GOOOOOOOOLLLLL!!! Mais não tem eletricidade Não tem correio eletrônico Nem eleccão nem seleccão pra você, cara Porque aquí a vitória se come Com punho e prepúcio Lixo e xixi

And when at last a thought does fly I, Poet, fire…missing words And whisper gestures to the sky, Risking life among the birds; And when these birds of heaven die And hills of sugar wash away I, Pan come to sweetly cry Burying now my fallen prey. I Poet, the haunted hunter hunt The cynic’s soul, the lover’s mind, Unleashing dogged faith in front, And aiming upwards ride behind And when at last I leave the chase, Hands in cold valleys, swinging low I scoop hope from the river’s face Ahead, another hill to go…

MERCURY by Twylight Seven 50 Stories Publishing (SOCAN) Intro: We turnin’ grass to gold Giant steps and we look inside They think that we’re makin’ joke But they can’t control the tide Mercury Maman mwen mercure, oui Verse 1: Realize She used to go to Zebulon To meet a friend of mine (iê) Washing South to Raleigh North On a rusty Five of Dimes…. (iê) My friend said “You can flip your coin, But you still should know your side. Ev’ry acre ain’t for your horse, Ev’ry church won’t bless your life” Chorus: Tell Zora /and /the mule To meet me on the other side Mama left me a banjo to play So when I pawn I know the price, I Verse 2: Recognize Rode over from the plantation To streets of gold to fight Rollin’ with a song on my mind, a job on my mind And my finger on the slide We hid the knife in the song And the symbols in the rhyme So when they talk ‘bout slaves/ and/ homes They get a good old fashioned smile…. Chorus Tell Zora /and /the mule To meet me on the other side Mama left me a banjo to play So when I pawn I know.... the price, oh… Bridge: I told my friend, I know, so I told my friend (3x) That’s why I told my friend…you Tell my horse to meet me By the diamond minds Tell my horse To cross over the vines (Freedom Flight) Tell my horse to hide the beauty in her eyes so when we rise they’ll only see the light All the different colours of light (x7) Chorus: Tell Zora /and /the mule To meet me on the other side Mama left me a banjo to play So when I pawn I know the price, I… Verse 3: Represent Got castles on the corner When they move I hear the chimes Building these stories with my words And a rusty Five of Dimes. They think what we make is a joke But they can’t control the tide… Chant/Outro: ‘Cause everybody movin’ like Mercury On the outside Mama is movin’ like Mercury On the outside Ndene movin’ like Mercury On a rusty Five of Dimes Warao movin’ like Mercury On the outside, Tupi movin’ like Mercury On a rusty Five of Dimes Now Aymara movin’ like Mercury On the outside, Quechua Washin’ down pillars to post on a rusty Five of Dimes Cree movin’ like Mercury On the outside, Mohawk movin’ like Mercury On a rusty Five of Dimes ‘Cause now we movin’ like Mercury….

Manila Sunrise (Método Soluna) Written by Twylight Seven- Chanzo Greenidge (SOCAN/COTT) It’s time (2x) It's time to see Through Solomon’s eyes It’s time to feel the... Manila Sun rise… Yeah (4x) Verse 1: (White and Brown) It’s [bring it at C chord] Sunrise over Manila Folders and Secrets Over Whispers Drink your Tequila and Sip a San Miguel Light (Es agua de beber) Forget those murders last night.... Ain’t damn right (It's Sunrise) But what yuh goin’ do (It's Sunrise) Instrumental Chorus: It's Sunrise (jimi hendrix interlude) Verse 2: (Gold/White/Red) Hearts in Hand The band plays [early]/ a golden [lengthen] Tune, the sun’s a white Moon, (pa-dum-pa-dum-padum-padum-pader...raisin’ in the Philippines Sour grapes and /sugar..... sub Rosa vines are Shouting ‘loud alon’ those pink Streetlines But I don’t mind (no, I don’t mind) It’s Chorus: Manila…Sunrise Ain’t nothin’ funny ‘Bout milk [direct] and honey [breathy honey] Manila…Sunrise Ain't nothin' cute Pour, shake and shoot...it's killer Verse 3: (Brown and White) It got a little hot today… [liaison with 'it's killer'] On the way back from Rome Some black and blue heroes in the desert [force rhyme Rome/Some/Home] Warnin' they wanted to come home Weren’t ready to die Looking for another promised land (es agua de beber) They Want to come back To brighter smiles…. and darker skin... Chorus: Sunrise Ain’t nothin’ funny Bout this milk, and this honey No, ohh Manila Sunrise Ain’t nothin’ cute Pour, shake and shoot Oh, it’s Killer Instrumental Chorus Hendrix instrumental interlude Verse 4: (Gold/Red/White) Manila Sun is rising Over rebel mountains Manila Sun’s still shining (yeah, yeah) Under angry skies and heavy blues Manila Sunrise, Green, white, gold And Red Eye Rouge Yeah, Manila Sunrise Outro: Es agua de beber [Ain't nothin'] Nada puede parar La salida del sol al aman(ecer)... [Manila Sunrise] (Repeat 4x) ….more beautiful than you... (Repeat Verse 4 optional) Manila Sun is rising [heavy, heavy blues] Manila Sun is rising [heavy, heavy blues]