Saturday, January 10, 2009

under d tree restaurant song

I imagined a carribean guy moving to NY to follow the American dream and ending up working in a restaurant in Crown Heights called " Under D Tree restaurant " .
A restaurant by that name exists in the east village I believe .
He works hard but eventually decides to go home to an easy life . Unfortunately the french test a nuclear weapon and blow him and his mates to pieces .
My wife thinks the song should have a happy ending .
Any suggestions gladly accepted

"
No more Crown Heights
No more funk
and there'll be no more Under D tree restaurant

I wont be cooking
No Jerking Chicken
I wont be serving no African American

WHEN THEY CARRY US AWAY
TO OUR ISLAND IN D SEA
FAR FROM HERE
FAR FROM TROUBLE
AND WE WILL NEVER HAVE A CARE
W'ELL GO SURFING IN D SEA
FAR FROM HERE
FAR FROM TROUBLE

No more goat stew
No Gizzades
No pickapeppa
No more Matouk's Flambeau red sauce

No more Codfish Ball's
No Boiled Yam
No curried callaldo
no more oven-baked breadfruit

AND THEN ALONG CAME NUCLEAR TESTING
AND WE WHERE BLOWN INTO D SEA
FAR FROM HERE
FAR FROM TROUBLE
AND WE WILL NEVER HAVE A CARE
WE JUST ASHES IN D SEA
FAR FROM HERE
FAR FROM TROUBLE





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