A Dose of The Holy Ghost

 

 A Dose of the Holy Ghost

 

 

 A Dose of The Holy Ghost

Gimme a dose of da Holy Ghost
'Cause I is da one who need it da mos'
I don't wan' go to hell an' roas'
So gimme a dose a da Holy Ghost

I like to run wild and have my fun
But I can't have fun without my gun
Drivin' like a maniac in da hot Bahamas sun
'Cause I jus' kill a man, and now I on da run

When I speak da trut' I is be sly
'Cause all my trut' is a big big lie
When da police axe me, who involve an' why
I een gon' snitch, even if I die

Prayer Breakfast Souse Out

 

Every now and then my good mother-in-law would ask me to make a sign for the church. I made two like this. Always happy to do so. Done by hand. No computer print. No AI. You're welcome mum. 🙂

 

Be there and get your souse. Souse sales in aid of much needed church funds. Your patronage would be greatly appreciated.

 

 

 

I used some markers from this art set I purchased over 20 years ago. Surprisingly the ink flowed freely and smoothly. I gotta get back into hand-painting again like I used to.

 

 

Derek 

Dey Gimme Crab

 

 Happy Father's Day

 

 Dey Gimme Crab

Mothers work long and hard
In da house, even out in da yard,
Dey wash 'n' iron, cook 'n' bake
Dey Mother's Day reward is lobster an' steak.

Now Father's Day is here again
And yes the message is clear again,
I too work long and I too work hard
But on Father's Day dey gimme crab.

I een gon get angry and act like a chil'
I still gon eat it wit' a big smile,
'Cause deep inside I know I is a winner
'Cause crab jus' as expensive as a high class dinner.

I break open one back, an dip in the sweet fat
Wit' a piece a dough, man I like it like dat,
Den I crack open one biter, to eat dat good crab meat
An' I een stop eatin', 'til I eat all I could eat.

So Fathers lift your glass, high and proud
Say "I am a Father", an' say it loud,
Be courageous an' be bold
Here's a toast to Father's Day Crab Eaters all over da world.

 

 

 ©A. Derek Catalano

(No AI) 

 

My No AI Writings

 

"Me at Desk with Laptop" - Bahamas AI Image

 ©A. Derek Catalano

 

 

My No AI Writings

These posts were written by me without AI assistance.

Stories

Grammy, Li'l John and the Cerasee
Bertram and the Square Grouper
The Night the Crabs Attacked
Future Nassau Dream

Poetry

A Dose of The Holy Ghost
Grits in da Mornin'
Annuder Hurricane Comin'! 
Dis Ting Go Wit Sense
My Own Car
Tings Turn ‘Roun’ 
Bahamian Potholes
Dey Gimme Crab

Songs

I Don't Like Rum

My Own Car

 

 "New Bran' Trans" - Bahamas AI Art

 ©A. Derek Catalano

 

 

 My Own Car

I wan' my own car
'Cause I tired catchin' ride,
A new bran' trans

Wit' A/C pipin' inside.

I wan' my own car
So I could feel proud,
Inside my private space
Wit' da music turn up loud.

I wan' my own car
Engine or electric,
No matter which one
I still gatty deal wit' traffic.

Tings Turn ‘Roun’

 

 "All Mix Up" - Bahamas AI Art

 ©A. Derek Catalano

 

 

Tings Turn ‘Roun’

 

These days I notice, tings turn ‘roun’
Like down is up, and up is down

Bad is good, and good is bad
Yes, believe me, it is very sad

Tings switch up, I must confess
Yes is no, and no is Yes

Now when I drive, I get so scared
‘Cause red is green, an’ green is red

I Don't Like Rum - Update

I wrote this song 20 years ago. Then I created some music for it. It was originally a MIDI file but I finally got around to converting it to a WAV file which was needed for my video editor. It's done in the Rake 'n' Scrape style of The Bahamas. Enjoy.

 

 

I Don't Like Rum

Rake 'n' Scrape song

(chorus)

I don't like rum, but rum like me,
It stick on me like a dog wit’ a flea
Listen to me people, now can’t you see
I don't like rum, but boy rum like me

 

I bin drinkin' rum for a long, long time

I drink so much rum, ya know it mus' be a crime

I was da smartest man in da whole country

Now I can' t'ink straight because, rum like me

Before I go to sleep, I take two shot or t’ree
I drink it erry mornin’ for my cup a tea
I use to work so hard, makin’ plenty money
Nah I can’ keep a job because, rum like me

 

(chorus)
 

I hang out by da bar, scrappin’ all day long
Hustlin' rum money, for a drink real strong
When people look at me, dey don't like
what dey see
I say I look like dis because, rum like me

I see my bar room  friend, wit a bottle a rum
He walk right up to me, an’ say if I wan’ some
I cross my heart and tell him very honestly
I don’t like rum, but boy rum like me

 

(chorus)

Staggerin’ dan da road, ya know I don't live far
I fall down twice, an’ mos’ get lick wit’ car
Da driver put on brakes, an’ man I had ta flee
He say I don't like my life, but boy rum like me

 

I back home nah, an’ I take a seat
I look at da grits, but I een wan’ eat
I wish I had a woman, who I could marry
But I can’ like no woman, only rum like me

 

(chorus)

I try ta go ta sleep, but it so scary
I seein' little creatures, ‘cause I gat DTs
Thru da winda booga-man, under ‘neat’ one tree
Dis is how I live because, rum like me

 
Again dis mornin’, I say Lord no more
Den I drink my rum tea, an’ I hit da door
No care in da worl’, no responsibility
But I een really free because, rum like me

 

(chorus)

Rum is very dangerous, in are country
We need ta ban da rum, it killin’ all a we
But da leaders and da people, jess can’ agree
‘Cause rum like dem, jess how rum like me

(chorus)

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The Night the Crabs Attacked

 

 "Killer Bat-Crab" _ Bahamas AI Art

 ©A. Derek Catalano

 

The Night the Crabs Attacked

 

Prelude

 

The creeks and ponds of Andros island in The Bahamas are the habitats of the land crabs that live there, which are caught and sold as a source of income for many of the Adrosian islanders.

 

But toxic fluids from experiments at a secret US Military Investigation Laboratory Base, had unknowingly been leaking into the creeks and ponds and the crabs were drinking it.

Grits in da Mornin'

 

 "Grits in da Mornin'" - Bahamas AI Art

 ⒸA. Derek Catalano

 

 

Grits in da Mornin'

Rise and shine

A new day is dawnin',
Bahamians love dey
Grits in da mornin'.

Make from corn
Grin' up dead small,
Grits for da whole family
One an' all.

Gatta know how to cook it
Don't rush da pot,

Use da right amount a water
Man, dat hit da spot.

Dis Ting Go Wit Sense

 "Wutless" - Bahamas AI Art

©A. Derek Catalano

 

 

Dis Ting Go Wit Sense

Livin' in dis worl', ya gatta be strong,
But errywhere ya turn, tings always go wrong.
Clear ya mind, don't be so dense
You een know dis ting go wit sense?

Ya kneadin' dough, for homemade bread
Dis ya firs' time, but you een scared.
Ya forget da yeast, witcha big fat head,
Now ya bread, jess dead instead.

Ya bin ta school for education,
But now ya in a funny situation.
'Cause in class ya goof 'roun' wit Billy an' Bob,
An' now ya can't get a good, decent job.

Bahamian Potholes

 

"Bahamian Pothole" - Bahamas AI art

 ©A. Derek Catalano

 

Bahamian Potholes

Da Bahamian pothole should be respected by all,
Includin' you an' me.
'Cause da Bahamian pothole has now become,
Part of our cultural identity.

Nuttin' in da worl' like a Bahamian pothole,
Dem foreign pothole is a joke to ares.
'Cause a Bahamian pothole is a special breed a pothole,
Breakin' up trucks an' cars.

Don't drive too fas' on da road,
'Cause you could lose your soul,
If you hit a Bahamian pothole an' turn over,
An' den you lay out, dead an' col'.

"Bertram and the Square Grouper" - Bahamas AI art

©A. Derek Catalano

Bertram and the Square Grouper

Bertram Lowe, a middle aged fisherman in The Bahamas, was out in his dingy boat on the sea fishing when he spotted an object floating on the water. He approached it cautiously and discovered it was a bale of marijuana wrapped and tightly sealed in plastic, fresh and undamaged. A big square grouper. It must have just recently been in the sea. Probably lost overboard somehow.

Bertram was happy and afraid too, because he was sure the marijuana belonged to drug traffickers who would want it back. Nevertheless he pulled it aboard and covered it with the tarpaulin he kept onboard that he used to cover up with just in case it rained when he is out fishing.  He sped home with the surprise catch being careful not to be seen and buried it in the bushes by his home, not reporting his find to the police with the hopes that maybe he could make a lot of money from it.

Grammy, Li'l John and the Cerasee

"Grammy and Li'l John" - Bahamas AI art

 ©A. Derek Catalano

 

Grammy, Li'l John and the Cerasee

 

Li'l John wake up feelin' sick. The symptoms of a flu. He wasn't well enough to go to school. He probably caught it from his class mates 'cause da flu gern 'roun'.

So Li'l John's parents drop him off at his Grammy Taylor house for the day and then went on their way to work and would pick him up on the way back home.

Grammy Taylor ask Li'l John how he feel. He say he feel bad. He coughin', and sneezin' and could hardly breathe 'cause his nose all stuff up. She tell him sit down to the table while she cook some breakfast for him to eat.

Grammy Taylor say she got just the cure for Li'l John to take first before he eat anything. Li'l John start tremblin' because that meant only one thing...a cupful of the dreaded, bitter tastin' bush medicine, cerasee. OMG!

I Don't Like Rum

 

"Rum Love" - Bahamas AI art

 ©A. Derek Catalano

 

 

I Don't Like Rum
Rake 'n' Scrape song

(chorus)

I don't like rum, but rum like me,
It stick on me like a dog wit’ a flea
Listen to me people, now can’t you see
I don't like rum, but boy rum like me

 

I bin drinkin' rum for a long, long time

I drink so much rum, ya know it mus' be a crime

I was da smartest man in da whole country

Now I can' t'ink straight because, rum like me

Before I go to sleep, I take two shot or t’ree
I drink it erry mornin’ for my cup a tea
I use to work so hard, makin’ plenty money
Nah I can’ keep a job because, rum like me

Annuder Hurricane Comin'!

I wrote this poem many years ago before these frequent occurrences of Cat 5 hurricanes.

 

"Tropic Hurricane" - Bahamas AI art

 ©A. Derek Catalano

Anudder Hurricane Comin’

Anudder hurricane comin,
I can't take no more.
Gatta battin-up ma windas agin,
An' lock-down tight ma door.
In dese crazy las' days,

Hurricanes comin by da score.

Dis' one comin' fas' an’ true,
No matter what I wish.
Back agin to da corner shop,
For water an' tuna-fish.

I need more good plywood,
For dis angry devil in da sky.
But dat greedy lumber man,
Done raise da price sky high.

Need ta full ma car tank,
Wit gas what scarce an’ so dear.
Don't know what for anyhow,
Cause I een drivin' no where.
An da gas line so long,
I feel I could hardly bear.

Future Nassau Dream

 

 

"Future Nassau" - Bahamas AI art

©A. Derek Catalano

 

 

Future Nassau Dream

 by Derek Catalano

Last night I had a dream.

I had a dream that was truly out of this world.

I dream I bin to the future. Yea bey. The future Nassau in The Bahamas. Let me tell ya nah.