Inspite of All (lyrics)

I’m not promising to make a habit of this (first Pledge now another set of King Short Shirt lyrics) …transcribing this stuff from the voice recording is time consuming…plus I’m not entirely sure every word is accurate … but for what it’s worth, here’s another classic from the Antiguan and Barbudan calypsonian known affectionately as the Monarch, because he is the winningest calypsonian in our history – count them 15 local Monarch crowns, plus Caribbean calypso king crowns, plus road march wins…

Short Shirt

In spite of All
(written by Shelly Tobitt – see other Antiguan and Barbudan songs and songwriters here)

At last, at long last, at last
Out of chaos and strife, we found a hope we’ve never known
A glimpse, just a glimmer, just a gleam
But a flicker of light like I have never seen
The voices of my people tells me that they’re reaching maturity
Their spirit shows that determination for a new society
Though plagued by injustice, misfortune, and strain
And constant oppression
I foresaw a change
Though we fail to get along
Is one thing we have in common
The oppression we bear
Will forge us as one

Yet in spite of all our
Hardship and misery
And poor economics condition
We must struggle on
The state of affair at the moment indicate that a stand will have to be taken soon
By we, the people, ourselves
For our future’s sake
Can’t allow all our time, efforts and talents to waste
If we open up our eyes
We could soar the skies
And make this island a paradise
We can’t unite speaking with divided voices
Rise rise rise rise
People open up your eyes

Produce, that’s the answer,
Develop our own, use our own, and own our own
Despite our political views
We must all understand that we are part of this island
And the same stick licking the wild goat
The same stick licking the tame
Everybody drifting in the same boat
We all sinking just the same
Some of them are claiming that they have this country at heart
But their actions are showing
They splitting the people apart
And they pulling and tugging we
We so colour blind we can’t see
It’s no wonder we are used
And abused constantly

Yet in spite…

Perhaps, just perhaps, I thought
The pressure we feel that is revealed the world around
Would serve us as a lesson that ought
To make us aware the needs to create lifestyle more sound
The principles of capitalism has left us an empty shell
The decadence of society is the results as well
Promote cooperation, knowledge, and skill
And industrial programmes that will be producing
A strong and hardworking man will
Be glad to own a piece of this land
And be rid of this cancer of foreign domination

Yet in spite…

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