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Written by Kenny
Performed by Kenny, Miranda and Eric at our final community celebration

This pens script cant capture
God’s perfect postcard reprint
Of the replant of riparian filters,
Funnel cakes cover the
Carnival fun of consumption
We function as funnels and
Love not to waste the waste
And haste to taste the sweet
Scent of superiority,
When face to face
With lard driven society
Our piety prevents the
Message from getting across
All’s lost until we stop to feel
And realize…

Dis dah pop revelation-
dis be weak gratification
Dis be summa camp
Dis Dah Carib Sun
Dis be so much fun.

Relax.
Listen to the Creole council
With each ounce of worry
Their drum beat slips away.

The guilt will follow us home,
Velcro-clipped to the
Wing of an airplane
We’ll sing the refrain
Of Ubi Late fast fading
Coast to coast across
The ocean

We boast the world record
In dismantling arms
Reducing the alarmingly rapid rate
Of ozone depletion
We mean it.
They’re the say-much
Do-nothings who don’t know
The sweet taste of Marley, Martha,
Marie.
Of Fry Jacks, Maya,
Shelley.
Here we are in Belize
With free-zone,
Where there’s
Curruption,
Dam squared,
Eruptions
On pine ridge miss
Like Riaan’s golf swing.
And we learn the peace, love
Joy, kindness, understanding
And unity
Of community
It won’t be long and
We’ll see each other again,
But we’ll miss the peace
Of Max’s protection
We’ll greet the meat
Of next years election
With the surprising diction
Of conviction
Cause together we stand
Together we band
Together we stand.

Dis be pop revelation-
Dis be weak gratification
Dis be summa camp
Dis Dah Carib Sun
Dis be so much fun.

Relax.
Listen to the Creole council
With each ounce of worry
Their drum beat slips away.

Resensing place we chase the
Echo of ignorance
Of the third world whirlwind-
Free trade, fair trade, trade winds
Bring the rain.
The muddy bain of the river flows
with the money train of the Dirty IMF
Leaves nothing left for global
Dispensation. The nations vaction
In the Dis Da Fi Wi paradise,
While off shore
Their cruise ships glow like embers,
Massed for December attack;
We seem helpless, hopeless,
But remember

Dis be easy.
Dis be summa camp
Dis dah Carib sun
Dis be SO MUCH FUN