Wear something red, was the popular cry And like the pavements and streets They were filled with envy Because by morning light They were covered with our blood I tell you, not one soul here escaped the frenzy You know sometimes youre gambling king And wild is the joker And sometimes the sight of the moon Just riles up the lost, the hungry, the mad These are the troubled times That we have down in Trinidad Because under the crescent moon And above the bloody asphalt Strange dogs were barking, deep in the night Under the crescent moon I say the drums were silent But somehow the rhythm continued Oh what a sight On the night of the day It was the night of the day It was the night that they say That the martyrs died Fame, yes we’re famous as hell Why don’t you know we’re a star At long last we have made it Star like that star in the moon Shining over the tomb Dance the moon, you can’t frai Come on, dance brother dance For death is your drummer Prance sister prance, your future at stake Jump high jump low, but this Hoosay will take place Because under the crescent moon And above the bloody asphalt Strange dogs were barking deep in the night Under the crescent moon I say the drums were silent But somehow the rhythm continued Oh what ah sight On the night of the day It was the night of the day It was the night that they say That the martyrs died The power and the glory is so close at hand But the beast he was lurking For he too sits in the wings, in the wing So when we searched for the moon All we saw were the vultures But then a chosen people never worry bout these things, Bout these things So the roll of the tassa Began to sound like the rhythm of bullets And the thundering boom bass Well that was a bomb, was ah bomb In this Moslem time When the Hosay is number one Ah say, under the crescent moon And above the bloody asphalt Brother man strange dogs were barking deep in the night Under the crescent moon I say the drums were silent But somehow the rhythm continued Uh what a sight On the night of the day It was the night of the day It was the night that they say That the martyrs died Not in this house, not in this Garden of Eden Oh how we danced to the beat of this lovely lie, lovely life Until a man opened a door And showed us our other side And all our Mecca’d illusions Walked right on by Now Trini know what is uzi diplomacy Now Trini know what is SLR love In ah these troubled times Under the stars above Under the crescent moon And above the bloody asphalt Brother man strange dogs were barking deep in the night Under the crescent moon I say the drums were silent But somehow the drumming continued, Oh what a sight On the night of the day It was the night of the day Oh the night when they say That the martyrs died Under the crescent moon And above the bloody asphalt Brother man strange dogs were barking deep in the night Under the crescent moon I say the drums were silent But somehow the rhythm continued, Oh what a sight On the night of the day It was the night of the day Oh the night when they say That the magic died [Fade] Wear something red, was the popular cry And like the pavements and streets They were filled with envy Because by morning light They were covered with our blood I tell you, not one soul here escaped the frenzy You know sometimes youre gambling king
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