Lyrics by Anthony Emrold Phillip 'Brother Valentino'
You talk 'bout a place
Where the people are carefree living
It is such a place
Of fun loving, spreeing and feting
Tis the land where people
Don't care if Ash Wednesday fall on Good Friday
Man they love to struggle
In this happy, go-lucky way
It's blockorama, feteorama
And just now is masorama
So the foreigner come for Carnival
And he telling heself after he had a ball
Trinidad is nice, Trinidad is a paradise
Mr. Foreigner in La Trinity
The people have a Carnival mentality
Trinidad is nice, Trinidad is a paradise
They are not serious, very few conscious
So I cannot agree with my own chorus
Trinidad is nice, Trinidad is a paradise
But I'll hear some people talking about
Revolution Day
Changes on the way
To live now is high
Cost of living these days is the real thing
The clothes that they buy
To expensive parties they going
They would leave their belly
And buy clothes to go and waste down their body
Some of them eh have place to shelter
But they own big time motor car
And wearing crinoline and elevator shoes
So how come now they digging blues
Down town Frederick Street on Friday evening
Is mas' and fashion parade you seeing
Trinidad is nice, Trinidad is a paradise
So the big man say they come out to play
Well is double the price they go have to pay
Trinidad is nice, Trinidad is a paradise
Then the merchants send prices to the moon
And the chorus keep singing a weird weird tune
Trinidad is nice, Trinidad is a paradise
I hear my sister talking about the Revolution Day
Fire on the way
They born in a land
The better parts controlled by the alien
They fill the pockets
Of Portuguese, Chinese and Syrians
Trinidadians is who should own land
Now is the time to make the land their possession
But their sense of taste could just trace
To all them fancy show case
So the business man, he blow their mind
And is his dollars them got to find
Trinidad is nice for men like Sabga
Kirpalani, Maharaj and Y de Lima
Trinidad is nice, Trinidad is a paradise
Business expanding, more banks they building
So is the capitalists and them who should sing
Trinidad is nice, Trinidad is a paradise
And like the slave masters want to bring back the whip
And the chorus singing like they on a trip
Trinidad is nice, Trinidad is a paradise
But I hear my sister talking about Revolution Day
Fighting on the way
They don't know their worth
Like they haven't a sense of value
They don't know their rights
Even that they cannot argue
Three quarters of a million people
Cannot get up and do something 'bout the struggle
But could plan for the next holiday
To fete their lives away
And forgetting that they own the soil
Of which their fore parents toil
For the people who form the constitution laws
For the oppressors and foreign investors
Trinidad is nice, Trinidad is a paradise
Amoco and Shell business did went swell
On your oil them foreign parasites dwell
Trinidad is nice, Trinidad is a paradise
Yet the song I sing like if I hearing
The chorus singing 'God save the king'
Trinidad is nice, Trinidad is a paradise
But the people getting ready for this Revolution day
Changes on the way
Brother Valentino tells it as it is.
Visit Brother Valentino's album at:
www.triniview.com/album/Bro-Valentino
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