DOUBLES AND COFFEE - LORD JUNCTION

calypso, kaiso, Caribbean festive groove

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Some like plenty pepper blazing,
Hot enough to wake the dead,
Others whisper, “Boss, slight pepper,”
Just a little dab instead.
Same thing happen with the coffee,
Everybody have a style,
One like black and sweet and loving,
Next one say, “Lil milk , my style”

Chorus
Doubles and coffee, kaiso in de morning,
Talk yuh talk, but keep it sweet.
Doubles and coffee, picong without wounding,
Praise and laughter by the street.
Pepper in de doubles, not in de mouth,
Sweetness in the cup and style in the talk.
Doubles and coffee, all through the islands,
That is how we start the talk.

Verse 2
One man say he like he coffee
Black and sweet like girlfriend charm,
Next man laugh and say, “A touch of milk, boss,
That is what does keep me calm.”
Then a next one beat the counter,
And declare for all to see,
“Black, black, black and no turning back,
That is the only coffee for me!”

So the vendor start to giggle,
And the whole stand burst in grin,
Because in every morning order
Yuh seeing people true within.
Not just hunger, not just breakfast,
But little pieces of the soul,
How they laugh and how they reason,
How they make the morning whole.

Verse 3
Now doubles spread beyond Trinidad,
Cross the water, take the plane,
Bayjans biting into doubles,
Jamaicans calling for that again.
Blue Mountain coffee by the doubles,
What a fusion, what a scene,
Grenadians join the breakfast movement,
Keeping Caribbean table clean.

From St. James straight back to Q-repp
To Bridgetown and Half-Way Tree,
To St. George’s and beyond that,
Breakfast turn to unity.
One region, many little preferences,
Pepper light or pepper strong,
But once the coffee hot and doubles ready,
Everybody singing one breakfast song.

Bridge
So leh the commentary cool down,
Leh it sparkle, not destroy,
Leh we picong one another kindly,
With good humour and with joy.
No libel with the fried channa,
No malice in the early air,
Just a little tease and lots of praising,
And enough for all to share.

Final Chorus
Doubles and coffee, kaiso in de morning,
Nobody dead, nobody shame.
Doubles and coffee, sweet talk by the roadside,
Picong with praise is the game.
Pepper in de doubles, not in de mouth,
Sweetness in the cup and truth in the laugh.
Doubles and coffee, Caribbean breakfast,
Starting every day on the right path.

Tag
Slight pepper, plenty pepper, black or milky brew,
Different taste, same region, and morning good as new.

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Verse 1 Early morning by the pavement, Before the daylight settle proper, People lining up with appetite, For doubles, coffee, sweet bacchanal offer. Some want bara soft and easy, Some want chutney nice and smooth, But when it come to pepper in the doubles, That is where they really move. Some like plenty pepper blazing, Hot enough to wake the dead, Others whisper, “Boss, slight pepper,” Just a little dab instead. Same thing happen with the coffee, Everybody have a style, One like black and sweet and loving, Next one say, “Lil milk , my style” Chorus Doubles and coffee, kaiso in de morning, Talk yuh talk, but keep it sweet. Doubles and coffee, picong without wounding, Praise and laughter by the street. Pepper in de doubles, not in de mouth, Sweetness in the cup and style in the talk. Doubles and coffee, all through the islands, That is how we start the talk. Verse 2 One man say he like he coffee Black and sweet like girlfriend charm, Next man laugh and say, “A touch of milk, boss, That is what does keep me calm.” Then a next one beat the counter, And declare for all to see, “Black, black, black and no turning back, That is the only coffee for me!” So the vendor start to giggle, And the whole stand burst in grin, Because in every morning order Yuh seeing people true within. Not just hunger, not just breakfast, But little pieces of the soul, How they laugh and how they reason, How they make the morning whole. Chorus Doubles and coffee, kaiso in de morning, Talk yuh talk, but keep it sweet. Doubles and coffee, picong without wounding, Praise and laughter by the street. Pepper in de doubles, not in de mouth, Sweetness in the cup and style in the talk. Doubles and coffee, all through the islands, That is how we start the talk. Verse 3 Now doubles spread beyond Trinidad, Cross the water, take the plane, Bayjans biting into doubles, Jamaicans calling for that again. Blue Mountain coffee by the doubles, What a fusion, what a scene, Grenadians join the breakfast movement, Keeping Caribbean table clean. From St. James straight back to Q-repp To Bridgetown and Half-Way Tree, To St. George’s and beyond that, Breakfast turn to unity. One region, many little preferences, Pepper light or pepper strong, But once the coffee hot and doubles ready, Everybody singing one breakfast song. Bridge So leh the commentary cool down, Leh it sparkle, not destroy, Leh we picong one another kindly, With good humour and with joy. No libel with the fried channa, No malice in the early air, Just a little tease and lots of praising, And enough for all to share. Final Chorus Doubles and coffee, kaiso in de morning, Nobody dead, nobody shame. Doubles and coffee, sweet talk by the roadside, Picong with praise is the game. Pepper in de doubles, not in de mouth, Sweetness in the cup and truth in the laugh. Doubles and coffee, Caribbean breakfast, Starting every day on the right path. Tag Slight pepper, plenty pepper, black or milky brew, Different taste, same region, and morning good as new.

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