DAT

You feel dat…?

You doh feel dat garca????

(chups)

Tell me you can hear dat den.

What you mean hear what?

(chups)

Well at least you can see dat, right?

WHAT!?

Garca ou ka feh blag, garca

You joking if you tell me you doh feel dat

BOODOOM  BOO-DOOM   DOOM,

BADAM  BA-DAM

You foolin if you can tell me you doh hear dat

PIDDING PI-DING DING

PIDDING PI-DING

Garca, you mad if you tell me you kya see dat

RADANG BADANG BANG

RADANG RADAW!

Aye…!

Padna, is feel you feeling dat long before you hear dat, you know

You really mean you don’t know what ‘dat’ is

Padna

It’s the lapou-kabwit, the steel pan, the iron band

It’s the Nyabinghi, the Cannoes, the Conch shell

Well

More than that,

It’s the earth, and the sea

It’s the wind, rain, sun, heat

Shaleh, garcon, from your feet go up

Shaleh, garcon, when your woman get hot

But

Its still more than that

Its movement and years

It’s the rhythm, the riddim

The ebb and flow

Of life, of colour, of vibe, of contrasts

Between distinct and indistinct

You hear dat boy! Hai sah, you hear me little while

Dat - make me sound like a poet chile’

Like I educated and ting

But wait…

Aha you starting to feel it

Yes watch your face, man, is dat

Yes man, chain break, you feel it

In your ches’ right dere, you feel it

Hai…it sweet not true

Dats de ting man,

Watch you, it sweet.

Fling back and jump

Sweat and shout,

It building force,

Move, move, MOVE garca

Turn around, fall down, roll, get up padna

Twist and bend,

Buss’ out again

Yeah man

You feel dat now

Yeah garca

You hear dat now

Yeah padna

You see it now

Yah man, DAT is de ting man,

DAT is it.

Glen Toussaint© 2011