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Sunday, May 31, 2015

Anthony Leonard Pierre "Writer (124) [Version 2]" - Song Credit (translator)


"Writer (124) [Version 2]" by Anthony Leonard Pierre

Song taken from the album "Pon Dat Very Day" - Cd: (4/30/2015)
Vocal performance by Anthony Leonard Pierre
Music by Obeah Akkompong band


"Writer (124) [Version 2]" - Song lyrics (translator):

A lonely man
is unlike
a lonely - woman
that everybody
by now realizes
but, truly
a lonely Writer
shares the experiences
of either - sex
an’ that is:
a lonely state
of emptiness
it’s like sitting
on the stool
of a pit-toilet
waiting
for de’work
to -- be -- finished
to -- be -- wiped up.

Society goes - by
making - its judgments and
shouting - its accusations
at We, the Writers
of truth
an’ as de’job
is near finishin’
We glance to notice
those before
didn’t consider
We following
so the paper
is near finishing
and now: We sit there wonderin’
who is
or, if anyone -- is lookin’
as We ponder with
the decision of
how -- to -- Write
how -- to -- wipe.

In times like these
We battle between
Pride and Shame
should We open-up
or drop Our Guards
to say, to a -- passerby
please, ‘and ME
your hand
I need - to Write
or, should We hold
Shame and Pride
and leave OUR  Space
of security
without -- a -- Write
without -- this -- sanity wipe?

In either case
We see Ourselves
the loser, so~o~o … We shut the door
fearing the committing of creativity suicide
it’s Our only veil of defiance
behind which We hide
having no experience
of Our World
they then say
We - are silent
We -- are -- so -- different
We -- Write -- so -- magnificent.

At least - for the time I spent
on the stool
it will be warm there
for the callousness
of their cold hearts
an’ they will need
to take even MORE time -- there than I
as they will sit in lonesome - wonderin’
what does
My Graffiti mean
and with WHAT
did I
do -- My -- Painting
do -- this -- Expressing.

An’ just then
they will glance to notice
I didn’t consider
those following ...
I’ve learned
how to - cope and shelter Me
within Myself
how to - pull My Pride up
to survive
amongst “passerbys”
as with the Writer’s Pencil
they hammer My every Knuckle
intending to BREAK  My Will
My defense then comes
from -- My -- Cunning
from -- these -- Writings
so as I quest
to find and identify My Creativity
I’ve developed an extraordinary Self-confidence
to be the Artistry
of Mine Own Egotism and
packaged My Outcrys stylist-icily
for an admiration
the shy-likeness is only fed
by an acceptance
as introvert
is only a defense
so I reached for another pile
and pick-up discarded Thoughts
the Writer had thought -- thoughtless.

Ode -- to the Artist
in --You
ode -- to
the painter, writer, singer
to the drummer ... the guitarist, percussionist
the pianist, opera, ballet performer - a poet
tap dancer, a puppeteer to the brass players
a costumer, composer - the technicians
or a musical engineer ...
as the Orator Jimmy Cliff says
“You can get it, if you really want it
but you must try -- try -- an’ try ..!”

If You have not
invested the Time and developed Creativity
then You too
will stand in shock
of the artistic expressions
that caused man
to worship - a gasp
it is You
who will be in envy
of the styles and curvatures
that moves an emotion
subsequently, as being a-lost in Your Self-doubt
regretfully, You WILL hang a shameful head
so shake the Pen
if the Pencil is “dullened”.

Ode -- to the Artist
in -- You
Dream big, enormous
bountiful Dreams
Your accomplishment comes
from conquering
Your Fears and Doubts
with -- a -- TRY
with -- a -- carefree WIPE.

Society goes - by
making - its judgments and
shouting - its accusations
at We, the Writers
of truth
in times like these
We battle between
Pride and Shame
should We open-up
or drop Our Guards
in either case
We see Ourselves
the loser, so~o~o … We shut the door
an’ they then say
We - are silent
We -- are -- so -- indifferent
We -- are -- so -- priggishly.

Ode -- to the Artist
in -- You
ode -- to the Artist
in -- Me
ode -- to the Creativity
in -- You
ode -- to the Writer
in -- Me
dream big, enormous
beautiful Dreams
Your accomplishment comes
from conquering
Your Fears and Doubts
with -- a -- TRY
with -- this -- artistic WIPE.

Write on
ole’ Writer
play on
mistress Music
go on
yo’ Children
go after and forge
Your Dreams
You can get it
if You
try -- try -- an’ try
try -- try -- an’ wipe!


Check out:
Anthony Leonard Pierre's Song lyrics, Profile & Discography on Reggaediscography


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