I know it been said already
For those of us who live and breathe
What else is there to say!
It’s not like I didn’t thank you
Remember that night, Trini to the
bone was sizzling.
Yeah! That night I thanked you for
all the music.
You have given us so much
Like a dream that haunts, I still
hear Party tonight
Just like Desperadoes played it
Cause I was there that night, suited
up in rival colors.
Knowing after hearing them that
we were under-prepared.
Yes man, begrudgingly I thanked
you for the Music.
weren’t afraid to descend off
The Hill and put wind in someone
Just so the hill would remember
And they would always come back
and get you
Because that’s where the hand fits
the glove the best,
no matter whose high mas you have
Then like if it is something new
We would thank you for the Music
But no where more than up north
Where you were best served by youth
And a remnant of the past.
Where you invited us into your house
Showed us the picture on the wall
Yes we like strangers were being
Fed, music for our soul
Then you repatriated us to the marrow
of our bone, those of us who
Had be gone to long
Till the lion came with all its
Then we Celebrated,
The whupping of the obeah man,
That never ended right, but all
Gave them a fright.
And while they judged you into
the lower rung of the musical ladder
you showed class and spoke
with your Action, that made you
the Darling of New York
and just to make sure we understood
that you weren’t no Ordinary People
you bowed out in the winners circle.
How could we not say
Thanks for the music.
Pope has performed with
Radoes Steel Orchestra and
is one of When Steel Talks