Goundar V2 (Remastered)

Upbeat island pop, female vocals, warm harmonic blend, sunny tropical vibe, acoustic-driven, rhythmic percussion, " • Tempo: 80–85 BPM — same island reggae groove as Koro Island Dream • Tone: Warm satire — the music sounds beautiful while the lyrics tell the truth • Vocal delivery: The deep soulful voice sings it completely straight — the deadpan sincerity makes it funnier • Key comedy device: Gospel earnestness applied to absolute chaos • The grumpy owner: Never angry in the song — just magnificently indifferent

[INTRO — rusty horn blast, then reggae guitar kicks in]

[VERSE 1]
Woke up early, got down to the dock
Ferry leaving at eight… or maybe ten o’clock
Maybe noon, maybe never, hard to say
Goundar’s ferry runs on its own kind of day

Rusty rails and a listing deck
Life jackets? Sure, there’s one — let me check
Cash only brother, no card machine here
Step to the window, the captain’s not here

[CHORUS]
Goundar in paradise, sailing the blue
And you think you are going where?
He’ll decide for you
Prices up, schedules down, safety’s a suggestion
Don’t you dare ask twice, don’t you dare ask questions
Goundar in paradise, king of the sea
No refunds for you! — just a shrug and a fee

[VERSE 2]
The manifest says we’re full there’s two hundred plus aboard
A chicken on the sundeck, someone’s goat ignored
One working engine, she’ll get there… probably
Smells like diesel dreams and mild anxiety

Step up to the window with your hard-earned cash
He counts it real slow then counts it again fast
Gives you a look like you’ve wasted his day
“You want a receipt? Ha! Get out of my way!”

They say he smiled once, back in ‘94
Nobody saw it, nobody’s sure
Emsaf called, he waved them away
His ferry, his rules, his ocean, his day

[VERSE 3 — short, builds to final chorus]
She finally departs at a quarter to four
Nine hours late but who’s keeping score?
Wind in your hair and the islands in sight
If you make it there, well alright, alright

The manifest's a rumor, the count's a sick joke
Feet in your face from 10 snoring blokes
This floating sardine can, 
packed to the rails
Humans stacked in piles through the hallways and aisles
Climb over a Bubu, step on head and a knee
Find a square inch that's somehow still free
Overbooked, oversold, I’m over it all
You paid for a seat? That's adorable, brother. Now Crawl.

[Verse 5 —it is]
Sweat in your nostrils, the air's gone thick
A floating Petri dish, hope you don't get sick
Smells you don't want to name, I won't even try LOL
Somewhere a baby and the goat both cry
No AC, no airflow, one porthole that's stuck
The bathroom's a terror, the toilet's run amok
Urin on the floor, Food on the walls
Somehow we survive it all

[Verse 6 it is]
Then at s ome ungodly hour, you’ve lost track of the day
The loud speaker explodes in that metal-throat way
[Spoken word, metallic sound like broken loud speaker] 
“ALL VEHICLE DRIVERS — REPORT TO YOUR DECK”
Sweet relief at last, or so you’d expect

The flood gates groan open, the engines still roar
A cloud of black diesel comes rolling ashore
You stumble toward land through the smoke and the din
Free at last, brother — till you do it again

[FINAL CHORUS — full gospel lift, maximum irony]
Goundar in paradise, sailing the blue
And you think you are going where?
He’ll decide for you
Prices up, schedules down, safety’s a suggestion
Don’t you dare ask twice, don’t you dare ask questions
Goundar in paradise, king of the sea
No refunds for you!
No refunds for you!
Never a refund… for free!

[OUTRO — engine sputtering, ukulele fading]
“Next departure… maybe tomorrow… cash only…”
“You still here?

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[INTRO — rusty horn blast, then reggae guitar kicks in] [VERSE 1] Woke up early, got down to the dock Ferry leaving at eight… or maybe ten o’clock Maybe noon, maybe never, hard to say Goundar’s ferry runs on its own kind of day Rusty rails and a listing deck Life jackets? Sure, there’s one — let me check Cash only brother, no card machine here Step to the window, the captain’s not here [CHORUS] Goundar in paradise, sailing the blue And you think you are going where? He’ll decide for you Prices up, schedules down, safety’s a suggestion Don’t you dare ask twice, don’t you dare ask questions Goundar in paradise, king of the sea No refunds for you! — just a shrug and a fee [VERSE 2] The manifest says we’re full there’s two hundred plus aboard A chicken on the sundeck, someone’s goat ignored One working engine, she’ll get there… probably Smells like diesel dreams and mild anxiety Step up to the window with your hard-earned cash He counts it real slow then counts it again fast Gives you a look like you’ve wasted his day “You want a receipt? Ha! Get out of my way!” [CHORUS] Goundar in paradise, sailing the blue And you think you are going where? He’ll decide for you Prices up, schedules down, safety’s a suggestion Don’t you dare ask twice, don’t you dare ask questions Goundar in paradise, king of the sea No refunds for you! — just a shrug and a fee They say he smiled once, back in ‘94 Nobody saw it, nobody’s sure Emsaf called, he waved them away His ferry, his rules, his ocean, his day [VERSE 3 — short, builds to final chorus] She finally departs at a quarter to four Nine hours late but who’s keeping score? Wind in your hair and the islands in sight If you make it there, well alright, alright The manifest's a rumor, the count's a sick joke Feet in your face from 10 snoring blokes This floating sardine can, packed to the rails Humans stacked in piles through the hallways and aisles Climb over a Bubu, step on head and a knee Find a square inch that's somehow still free Overbooked, oversold, I’m over it all You paid for a seat? That's adorable, brother. Now Crawl. [Verse 5 —it is] Sweat in your nostrils, the air's gone thick A floating Petri dish, hope you don't get sick Smells you don't want to name, I won't even try LOL Somewhere a baby and the goat both cry No AC, no airflow, one porthole that's stuck The bathroom's a terror, the toilet's run amok Urin on the floor, Food on the walls Somehow we survive it all [CHORUS] Goundar in paradise, sailing the blue And you think you are going where? He’ll decide for you Prices up, schedules down, safety’s a suggestion Don’t you dare ask twice, don’t you dare ask questions Goundar in paradise, king of the sea No refunds for you! — just a shrug and a fee [Verse 6 it is] Then at s ome ungodly hour, you’ve lost track of the day The loud speaker explodes in that metal-throat way [Spoken word, metallic sound like broken loud speaker] “ALL VEHICLE DRIVERS — REPORT TO YOUR DECK” Sweet relief at last, or so you’d expect The flood gates groan open, the engines still roar A cloud of black diesel comes rolling ashore You stumble toward land through the smoke and the din Free at last, brother — till you do it again [FINAL CHORUS — full gospel lift, maximum irony] Goundar in paradise, sailing the blue And you think you are going where? He’ll decide for you Prices up, schedules down, safety’s a suggestion Don’t you dare ask twice, don’t you dare ask questions Goundar in paradise, king of the sea No refunds for you! No refunds for you! Never a refund… for free! [OUTRO — engine sputtering, ukulele fading] “Next departure… maybe tomorrow… cash only…” “You still here?

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