It's Another Life
It's another life wey me come from.
It's an island in de West Indies called Antigua
It has one beach for everyday of the year
Including leap year.
The white sand goes on for miles and miles then
You reach the sea as there are no mountains and
You are always near a beach,
Flat as a pancake and very dry,
But there is where, I want to die
I was born there, with no fear
No fear for anyone or anything,
No fear for knowing what is right
And knowing what is wrong
No fear of telling the truth.
I was only nine months old when I was born,
But never cried until I was ten,
And when I did I really did bawl me eyes out.
My Father would ask me, "What you crying for boy?
You want something to cry for?", "No Dad"
"Well shut up, or I will give you something to cry for".
It's another type of life wey me come from
Cause we nah have no snow, so there is no need
To wear winter coats, no thick socks,
No boots to put on, it is sunshine there,
For all of de year, except when de hurricanes come,
Then it brings fear, but we love it there,
Cause it's another life wey me come from
Sunshine! Rum! Plenty white sand, blue sea, and Plenty fun,
It's another life
Wouldn't you like to be there?
Cause it's another life, wey me come from.
© 1996 Antigua Joe
Tribute To My Parents
It's Antigua dat me come from,
And I was born, sitting in de hot morning sun,
I was 12lbs 6oz when I was born,
On dat lovely September morn.
My mother and father nearly died dat day,
But dey raised me in the proper way,
To say please and thank you,
Not to be rude or crude,
So that's why I am now a Respectable Dude.
35 years later my mum passed away,
And I will never forget how much I cried that day,
But before she left this earth,
She had always taught me from the day of my birth,
You've got nothing to lose,
So stand up and fight,
Especially when you're right.
So to all you people out there,
Stand up for yourself and have no fear,
But remember dat he who fights,
And walks away,
Will live to fight another day.© 1997 Antigua Joe
Is Right here Me Born
Is right here me born you know
25 St Mary's street @ a place called "The Nook"
You see dat house up dere
I lived dare with me father and mother and three sisters
So ah right here me born, you know
So why you ah tell me about US dollars fa
You see me look like yankee tourist
You see me talk like yankee tourist
You see me dress like yankee tourist
Just tell me the price in a BW dollars man!
Cause is right here me born.
© 1998 Antigua Joe
Let Me Take You Away
Let me take you away
To the warm sea and sun
Let me take you away
To my island, full of fun
Let me dance with you
Under the palm trees at night
Let me hold you close
And tell you that your eyes
Are like the stars, so bright
Let's lie on all of 366 beaches
Of lovely white sand,
We can drink rum and coke,
Purely by demand
Watch the sun go down
Make love in the sea
Let me take you away
Just you and me,
To this wonderful land of sun
Where we will have, nothing else,
Nothing else but fun
© 1996 Antigua Joe
The Nutter from Chester
I went to Chester
To live with a Nutter
But me nah min know she was a Nutter
Til me come ah Chester.
She put me through Hell and high waters
Because me couldn't stan' she daughters
They were rude,
In fact, very crude
Everything they uttered, always reminded
Me of the crap day me see in a de gutter.
Huh, we bootied each other,
Just like good lovers do,
But she always complain'
About the size of me shoes (size 16½)
I fancied her less as the days went by,
But never once, did me tell she a lie,
I have gone through such pain,
Cause she is totally insane,
But, I can rise above such crap,
Cause, you see, I man, just like dat.
I man come ah Chester, to live with dis Nutter
But me nah min know she was a Nutter
Til, I man went ah Chester.
Now, I man free of dat Nutter
Forever and ever, because she is now
Somebody else's Nutter.
In fact, she has married a lifer,
Who is in a Texas jail for mass murder,
Now you can understan'
Why, me call she the "Nutter from Chester". © 1998 Antigua Joe
Tribute To Mr P
His name is Mr P, nickname for Precious and he is as white as a ball of snow with grey olive spots dotted on his nose, tail and ears.
He was three months old when I got him for my birthday present.
I had asked for something small, and precious, from my lady, but I got something small, called Precious from her brother and his family.
He became exactly that and has been very special to me ever since that day. We have been through a lot of rough times together, but we have always come out smiling with each other, because he knows that I will always be there for him. He is never out of my thoughts, always around, when I am at home, amuses me with his antics, brings me to tears when he is ill.
He is now six years old and the age is beginning to tell on his weary black legs. I am glad to say he has not had to run from any farmers with shotguns, or idiots with air pistols, because he is always in my safe keeping. I hope that I will be there for him when he leaves this earth finally to go to Bunny heaven.
I love you Mr P, I just wish that mankind could share the same love as we have shared with each other.
Sadly Mr P died in my arms on 26th March 1998 and is buried in Surrey where I first met him. I know he is chasing all those girl Bunnies and I know he is happy again, with no pain. © 1998 Antigua Joe
