Please, gentle Eva,
Will you bless a little child?
For I love you,
Tell Heaven I'm doing my best,
I'm praying for you
Even though you're already blessed.
Please, mother Eva,
Will you look upon me as your own?
Make me special, be my angel, be my everything wonderful perfect and true,
And I'll try to be exactly like you.
Please, holy Eva,
Will you feed a hungry child?
For I love you,
Tell Heaven I'm doing my best
I'm praying for you
Even though you're already blessed
Please, mother Eva,
Will you feed a hungry child?
For I love you,
(Turn a blind eye, Evita, turn a blind eye)
Tell Heaven I'm doing my best,
I'm praying for you,
Even though you're already blessed
Santa Santa Evita,
Madre de todos los niños,
De los decamisados, de los tiranizados,
De los trabajadores, de la Argentina
Why try to govern a country when you can become a saint?
Sums up cults of personality, doesn't it? Everyone is taught from an early age to regard the leader as a heroic, god-like figure, "The mother (or father) of the nation", the greatest national hero etc, sometimes even as especially close to divine power. Some of these leaders "try to become saints" rather than "govern a country."
In fact, she's wondering how they got there in the first place, as he quit soon after they met and got a job as a servant for Juan and Eva along with her. He's wondering pretty much the same thing "Where do we go from here/This isn't where we intended to be/We had it all, you believed in me/I believed in you". They believed they would both have enough, that they wouldn't have to go this route just to have more money. He's leaving because "certainties disappear" and he has to do it for "our dreams to survive" and "to keep all our passions alive" because the stress of doing nothing would drain the life out of both of them.
"Deep in my heart I'm concealing/Things that I'm longing to say/Scared to confess what I'm feeling/Frightened you'll slip away/You must love me" She's got lots of hidden feelings, including the fear that he'll "slip away" and get deeper into it. But "you must love me" because he's doing it out of good intentions. Has anyone else had this happen? In my case, it's probably because CL is EVITA IN CUBA Twenty Minutes In The Future! [Link to TV Tropes] (2143, although it's never stated)
Jackie: Michael, are they drinking out of my parents' crystals?
Day-o, day-o,
Day dah light an' mi waan go home.
Day-o, day-o,
Day dah light an' mi waan go home.
(CHORUS)
1. Come missa tallyman, come tally mi banana,
Day dah light an' mi waan go home.
Come missa tallyman, come tally mi banana,
Day dah light an' mi waan go home.
Mi come yah fi wuk, mi no come yah fi igle,
Day dah light an' mi waan go home.
No gi mi soso bunch, mi no horse wid bridle,
Day dah light an' mi waan go home.
(CHORUS)
2. Check a dem a check, but dem check wid caution,
Day dah light an' mi waan go home.
Mi back dis a bruk wid pure exhaustion,
Day dah light an' mi waan go home.
(CHORUS)
This is an old work song traditionally sung by banana loaders at dawn. It was the basis for Harry Belafonte's "Day-O (The Banana Boat Song)" which was a rearranged version done by Lord Burgess (Irving Burgie)
Not a quatty wut sell,
Carry mi ackee go a Linstead Market,
Not a quatty wut sell.
Oh Lawd, what a night, not a bite,
What a Sattiday night,
Lawd, what a night, not a bite,
What a Sattiday night.
Ev'rybody come a feel-up, feel-up,
Not a quatty wut sell,
Ev'rybody come a feel-up, feel-up,
Not a quatty wut sell.
Oh Lawd, what a night, not a bite,
What a Sattiday night,
Lawd, what a night, not a bite,
What a Sattiday night.
Mek mi call i' louda, "Ackee! Ackee!
Red an' pretty dem tan,
Lady, buy yu Sunday mawnin' brekfus,
Rice an' ackee nyam gran!"
Oh Lawd, what a night, not a bite,
What a Sattiday night,
Lawd, what a night, not a bite,
What a Sattiday night.
Do mi mommy fi beat me, kill me,
Sake a merry-go-round,
Do mi mommy fi beat me, kill me,
Sake American rum.
Oh Lawd, what a night, not a bite,
What a Sattiday night,
Lawd, what a night, not a bite,
What a Sattiday night.
All mi pickney dem a linga, linga,
Fi wha dem mumma no bring,
All mi pickney dem a linga, linga,
Oh how mi pickney fi feed?
Oh Lawd, what a night, not a bite,
What a Sattiday night,
Lawd, what a night, not a bite,
What a Sattiday night.
(Traditional)
Oh, Cudelia Brown,
Wha mek yu head so red?
Oh, Cudelia Brown,
Wha mek yu head so red?
Yu siddung eena di sunshine
Wid nuttin' pon yu head,
Oh Cudelia Brown,
Das why yu head so red!
On a moonshine night, on a moonshine night,
I meet Missa Ivan, and Missa Ivan told me,
Sey im give Neita di drop,
Jamaica flop, and di moonshine drop,
Ee-ha-ha, ee-ha-ha, ee-ha-ha!
Two cows are in a field. One says "Moo!". The other one says "I knew you were going to say that."
