Kavigan
Kavigan (Bengali: কবিগান) is a form of Bengali folk performance wherein folk poets sing and perform.
Form
Kavigan is normally sung by two groups. Each group is led by a kaviyal or sarkar. The accompanying singers called dohars often repeat what the leader said. A kavigan programme starts with bandana (evocation) or gurudever geet (song of the sect patron). The bandana can be directed to or be in praise of Saraswati, Ganesh, people, and the audience, as deemed fit by a particular kaviyal. This is followed by Radha–Krishna related song, some call it agamani. Then songs on four subjects are sung: Sakhi sambad, biraha, lahar and kheur.Sakhi Sambad deals with the love-songs related to Radha-Krishna. Biraha is about the mortal pang of separation of common human beings. Kheur is mainly about gods and goddesses, but often includes mild slangs. Finally, the competitive part starts. It mainly consists of the Lahar, where the competitors personally attack each other, musico-verbally. In kavigan, also referred to as kabir larai, two person who are lyricist plus composer at the same time answer each other in form of songs.
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Coffee Can
by: GuardianEach night the dream began
We were sitting here, waiting on our coffee cans
Eyes fixed upon the skies
I was thinking of you, and if I qualified
Then when the trumpet blew
The reality hit, this wasn't pay-per-view
My can lifted up and out
'Til the siren wailed, and a megaphone shouted
Pull that bucket over
Let me see your registration
You'll be questioned at the station
By a good cop, bad cop
If they find you guilty
They'll impound your can in hades
Where the grounded lads and ladies
Had it good 'til the last drop
And I watched the others fly
On their coffee cans, as they waived goodbye
Freed from the earthly grind
They had escaped the roast, I'd been identified
Dream police, nowhere to be found
I was left choking on the muddy grounds
I calmed down and reached for my pez
But the head on the dispenser was Juan Valdez
Pull that bucket over
Let me see your registration
You'll be questioned at the station
By a good cop, bad cop
If they find you guilty
They'll impound your can in hades
Where the grounded lads and ladies
Had it good 'til the last drop
Tossing in my sleep again
The metaphor was wearing thin
Until my nightmare stretched
It even more
Lord, You placed the bitter cup
Against Your lips, and drank it up
To bring me where You are
I can't believe I've wandered off this far
Woke up and smeeled the coffee
I don't like what caffeine does to me
God's got a pull, I've felt first hand
I've gotta stop believing my coffee can
Pull that bucket over
Let me see your registration
You'll be questioned at the station
By a good cop, bad cop
If they find you guilty
They'll impound your can in hades
Where the grounded lads and ladies
Had it good 'til the last drop
Bad dream, but I understand