Mister High-an'-Mighty
Pothole Prophet
Calypso
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Vibrant Calypso track pulsing with syncopated percussion and steel drum accents, driving an infectious island groove alongside guitar, bass, congas, and brass for a live ensemble authenticity. Witty narrative lyrics roast political hypocrisy through call-and-response vocals, blending humor and satire in a festive storytelling style. Acoustic-focused production emphasizes natural percussive energy and vocal clarity, evoking Trinidad's carnival spirit.
Lyrics
Gather round me friends hear the tale I'm telling true about the big man in charge with his shiny suit so new. He promised roads so smooth and schools that shine like gold but every morning we wake same old potholes. Stories told he danced at carnival with room flowing free and fast while we fixing roofs with buckets waiting for the rain to pass. He talked about jobs for all from the young to the old and wise but factory closed down quiet no work on the sunny skies. He waved his magic wand say prosperity coming soon yet market price climb higher singing the same old tune. Oh Mr. High and Mighty, what you doing there eh? Talking big and dancing light, but leaving we in despair. Calypso call you out with a wink and a grin. So sly, promised land of plenty, but delivers just a lie. Oh yeah, just a lie, just a lie. He built a palace grand with fountains spraying high while we share one water tap under the blazing sky. He fly first class abroad, shaking hands with kings and queens. Come back with empty pockets and more excuses in between. Dom that gossip loud, say he pocket full of bribe. We laugh. And shake we head, but inside, the anger thrive. He sing his victory song, on radio every night. But we hum this Calypso back, setting the record right. Oh Mr. High and Mighty, what you doing there eh? Talking big and dancing light, but leaving we in despair. Calypso call you out with a wink and a grin. So sly, promised land of plenty, but delivers just a lie. Oh yeah, just a lie, just a lie. One day the people rise, with fire in they eye. No more sweet talk and shuffle, time for truth, no more deny. We go march down the street, singing this song so bold. Mr. High and Mighty, your story's getting old. Oh Mr. High and Mighty, what you doing there eh? Talking big and dancing light, but leaving we in despair. Calypso. Calypso call you out with a wink and a grin. So sly, promised land of plenty, but delivers just a lie. Just a lie, just a lie. So lift your voice and sing, let the satire ring. Calestis got the power, make the truth take wing. Mr. High and Mighty, here we now, loud and clear. Time for change, oh yeah, the people's here. Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Cal Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso, Calypso,
Mister High-an'-Mighty
Pothole Prophet
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