The New Little Princess

The main character in The New Little Princess novel by Dr Jack Edward Effron

[thenewlittleprincess]

Revolcando Bellota - Princesita

The audio track is the Princess, singing the song below, with “the Army of the Princess” [El Ejercito de la Princesita], Pina Colada Music’s band, backing her up. The video track is a cartoon dramatisation of the story of the song, described in bold below under the stanza which it is describing.

The Princess and Pina Colada decide not to simply translate the  Japanese children’s song, “Donguri Korokoro”, which the Princess sang in “Princess Party” because she thinks it is “boring and silly” and Pina Colada feels stronger on copyright grounds if the song is 100% original. So the Princess writes a song based on “Donguri Korokoro” but really a different story. The only thing exactly the same as the Japanese song is the main character: an acorn (in Japanese, “donguri” and in Spanish “bellota”) rolling down a hill.  

Revolcanda revolcanda revolcanda revolcanda bellota Siempre yo te mirando te mirando te mirando te mirando vos revolcáis Revolcanda revolcanda revolcanda revolcanda siempre tan libre Ojalá pudiera revolcarse como podéis

A lush green tree, in a forest at the top of a hill in the middle of an island, is full of acorns with arms and legs, hanging by its branches and swinging back and forth, chatting to one another. Suddenly, one of the smallest acorns jumps down from the tree and has great fun, rolling around in the shade. The other acorns look alarmed and start talking to each other, some shouting out to the little acorn, who takes no notice.

Then the little acorn waives goodbye to each acorn in the tree. Some of them look sad, some look afraid, some shake their heads “no”. Then the little acorn rolls down the hill, doing handsprings and other acrobatics, laughing all the way.

English translation of the lyrics:

“Rolling around, rolling around, rolling around, rolling around acorn

I’m always watching you, watching you, watching you, watching you roll

Rolling around, rolling around, rolling around, rolling around always so free

I wish I could roll around like you can”

[Musical interlude – full band led by horns in Guatemalan mariachi style - the style of music in the video below]]

[Quieter music - just the piano - 1 chord at a time]

De repente te oigo llamar desd’ el mar No sé cómo llegaste allá Demasiada libertad te llevó a problemas. Revolcanda revolcanda tuvo que terminar Ahor’ estáis gritando "Alguien me ayude" Pero te despediste de cad’un. Yeah, yeah, yeah Y nadie te oye – ni un Y estáis allí, entonces no

In the cartoon, the acorn is in the sea, with one hand waving at the top of the hill where the other acorns are - but a close-up there shows no one is reacting. In the last line, we see the sea but no acorn.

English translation of the lyrics:

”Suddenly I hear you calling from the sea

I don’t know how you got there

Too much liberty has got you in trouble

Rolling around, rolling around had to stop

Now I hear you shouting “Someone help me!”

But you said your goodbye to each one

Yeah, yeah, yeah, and no one hears you - not one

And you were there, but not now.”

Ooh, revolcanda, ooh revolcanda Estáis libre y solo Ooh, revolcanda, ooh revolcanda Estais libre y t’as ido

Video is shots of the open sea, the open sky and a longer and longer shot of the island from the sky.

English translation of the lyrics:

“Ooh, rolling around, ooh rolling around

You were free and alone

Ooh, rolling around, ooh rolling around

You were free and you are gone”.

[thenewlittleprincess]

Guatemalteca - Princesita

This video is a dramatisation of the meaning of the song which plays on the soundtrack as the silent action takes place on-screen.   

Guatemalteca

Solamente una guatemalteca

Guatemalteca

Que belleza guatemalteca!

 Que belleza en la selva

Cosecha de las frutas y todas las flores

Las frutas ella pone en las cestas

Y las flores ella pone en el pelo

A close-up of the Princess, dressed in  traditional Guatemalan peasant clothes, in colourful red and blue huipil and corte, her hair full of flowers of different colours and her  basket full of typical Guatemalan wild fruits: carabolas, guanabanas, bananas, avocados and papayas. We see her picking fruit from trees by jumping in the air to pull them down, with both hands if necessary, sometimes sampling the smaller ones as she walks between trees. She watches a coral snake slither between trees and squats to stare at some colourful insects marching in a row,  as she grins.

él es uno rico cubano

A handsome, fashionably-dressed man, with black hair and moustache, a cigarette dangling from his lips, is driving in the road. From his point of view we see the Princess, just off-road, squatting  with her basket of fruit, out the window of his SUV. He lets the vehicle roll  to a stop.

Vivendo en "el valle del paradiso"

En America dond’ ella gustaria voy

Scenes from the rich man’s life in America play  across the screen, with his friends, in bars, discos, hotels and buffet  restaurants, with many different women at his side in different scenes,  everyone dressed fashionably, in one scene smoking marijuana and in another sharing a hookah, all food and  cocktails the highest-priced and most exotic.

él dice "vamonos" y ella va

The man walks over to the Princess and holds  his hand out. She looks up innocently and then stands up, dropping her basket  and the fruit rolls on the ground. She walks, like his Queen, to the car,  where she sits in the front seat, next to him.

Una guatemalteca en el carro del montero

Close-up of the “Montero” insignia on the back of the car as it drives away.

Cartoon of man, looking like the driver, hunting in the mountains,  shooting beautiful girls, who do not die but faint, for him to carry them  over his shoulder to a zoo, where he puts them in separate cages, each one with her name featured  prominently, plus one empty one with the name “Princesita”.

 Pero ese "valle del paradiso"

No ese la clase de paraiso

Scene of same car, going through a gate and up a long drive to a 5-story mansion, completely modern and surrounded by a high, steel fence. The man and  the Princess leave the car to his driver, who parks it in a carport with five other such vehicles. The Princess, still taken by the hand, is escorted into  the mansion by the man.

Que pensabas qu' era

En su casa de alli hay

The Princess, in a luxurious nightgown, sneaks out of her room and goes  from door-to-door, looking through the keyhole and looking shocked each time.

Hmm . . . Que?

Having finished looking in all the keyholes, the Princess puts her index  finger on her chin and looks up, querulously, in a large, well-decorated and  well-lit, but empty dance hall.

Mexicana, guatemalteca

As the punk music starts and the Princess mentions each girl’s nationality,  that girl comes out of her room in her national costume and joins the Princess and other girls, dancing in the dance hall to the music, the Princess singing along with the soundtrack.

Una Cubana, un' Americana

Colombiana,  peruana

Ecuadoreana, argentina

Paraguaya, uruguaya

Dominicana, venezolana

Boliviana, chileana

Canaria, andaluza

Catalana, balear-ah!

Asturiana, Cathtilliana

Una vasca

 Para! (shouted)

Veinte otras chavas - puchica!  (shouted)

The music stops and all the dancers freeze. The Princess walks around counting the girls and then announces her total.

Y él dice

"No problema - it's OK

The man from the car comes into the dance hall. The punk music starts again and he sings, dancing with the Princess as the other girls dance.

Por que t' eres numero uno anyway"

Pero ella dice (spoken)

Si, soy el uno

Princess twirls away from the man, speaks and sings, pointing at another girl with each line.

Si, ell' es el uno

Si, ell' es el uno

Si, ell' es el uno

 Si, ell' es el uno - Para! (shouted)

Close-up of Princess speaking  directly into the camera through cupped hands.

Y luego ella le da (Spoken)

The Princess walks up to the man  from the car, with a spring in her step, smiling, confidently and when she is  close enough, shouts

Un gran cachimbazo!

and punches him in the nose, causing it to bleed and the man to hold it, saying, “O, mi amor, mi chiquitita!”

The Princess turns her back on  him, figuratively washing her hands as she walks to the front of the dance hall.   Ojo de Cristo! Puede seas tu

Guatemalteca viviend' e'l zoo (repeat 3 times, then)

The Princess, at the front of the dance hall, sings with the soundtrack  and leads the other girls in dancing.

 Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, uno, dos, tres, cuatro, uno, dos, tres,  cuatro,Para! (shouted)--END-

All the girls in the dance hall, including the Princess, count on their  fingers and on “Para!” the Princess puts her hand up like a stop sign.

The camera does a close-up into the palm of the Princess’ hand, then fades to black.

[thenewlittleprincess]

El Amor D’Un Amigo - Princesita

                                                          -1-

The very tall, thin man, looking very much like the Princess, wearing his three-piece blue business suit with a red tie, comes into the Princess’ bedroom. The Princess is watching a video of another Pina Colada singer, Tina Mendes, about 9 years older than she, on the Large-Scale Computer Monitor. The LSCM throws images of Tina and her band into the room, stage, instruments and all, in three dimensions.

As Tina dances and sings in the middle of the bedroom, the Princess is dancing with her and singing Tina’s hit song, “Combustivel” with her. Like Tina, the title of the song is Brazilian Portuguese: but all the rest of the lyrics are Mexican Spanish, so the Princess has no trouble singing along.

Oh, me hiciste quemar los ojos

La primera vez que te vi

Mi corazón explotó – BOOM!

No me queda casi nada.

Combustivel! Combustivel! Tu amor es mi festivel . . .

Combustivel! Combustivel! Bienvenido a mi carnavel!

 Having copied Tina’s Brazilian accent at the ending of the last two lines, the Princess throws in her own “WOW!” Then she plays air electric organ during the musical interlude.

The man turns off the computer. The Princess is shocked, her hands frozen in mid-air.

[All dialogue here are English subtitles of the original Spanish: in the case of the dad, the Spanish is dubbed over his English original speech but the subtitles are still there]

“Oh, Dad!” the Princess says, after she turns around.

Seeing him, she smiles.

“What’s it?” the Princess asks.

“You obviously didn’t notice  I had come in,” the Princess’ dad says. “So I had to get your attention.”

“That you did!” the Princess says.

She sits down on the bed next to him.

“”Have you thought about your 9th birthday next week?” Dad says.

“Constantly,” says the Princess, rolling her eyes.

“Constantly? Really? Why?” Dad asks.

“Because I want to give something special to my friends, to show how much I love them,” the Princess says. “Just the piñata and cake and all that won’t cut the tamale, will it?”

“What do you want to give them?” Dad asks.

“Playa Blanca!” the Princess says.

Dad bursts into laughter.

“You can’t give anyone that beach!” Dad says. “One of the hotels in Livingston owns it. You can’t give away other people’s things! Would you like me to give your Grand Piano to one of my friends?”

“Kill ya, I would,” says the Princess, running her index finger across her neck.

“Well, then,” says Dad. “And it would cheat my friend, because I ‘gave’ him something he could never have. So, do you see why you can’t give anyone the beach? You’d just cheat all your friends.”

“Of course, I know they cannot take it home!” says the Princess with a smile. “But I can take all of them there and we’d have a special birthday party they’d always remember!”

“Ah, that’s what you’re on about!” says Dad. “Well, that’s a great deal more practical! I think we can manage that.”

“Really?” asks the Princess.

“Sure, anyone can go there who pays the entrance fee,” says Dad.  “And there’s so much room, we can’t disturb anyone. I’ll tell Carlos to have a word with the beach owners.”

“I love you, Dad!” the Princess says, hugging him. “Now this is gonna be a birthday that’ll make me really happy to be nine!”

FADE OUT.

                                                          -2-

The Princess is sitting at a desk, reading a textbook and writing in her notebook, moving to the music from the earphones in her ears. A short, reddish-brown haired woman comes into the room around the front of the desk. She pulls one earphone out of the Princess’ ear and shouts “NO! NEVER!” into the ear.

The Princess takes the other earphone out and says, “Ee-ya, Mum! OK, I’ll lay up the earphones until I finish me homework, if it’s really not on!”

“’Tis not that: although that may be a wise decision on its own merits,” Mum says, in her thick Scottish brogue. “To take you and your list of friends to Livingston, hire hotel rooms, the whole lot, would cost over 300 of those new World Bank thingies . . . IT Units! It’s not gonna happen, lassie, not while we have to foot the bill!”

“But Mum,” the Princess says, breaking down into tears. “It’s . . .it’s me . . . birthday!”

“Aye and it is,” says Mum. “And if ya wanna have many more with happy returns, ya cannot spend us into penury for it! We Scots have been the poorest in Europe. Little stony soil in which to grow oats and cabbage. Only the sheep standing between wool coats and us freezing for the winter. We survived. Yar grandfather went down in the sooty black coal mine, underground 10 hours a day, for the overtime that put sugar in our tea.  And ya know how we survived? Economy. We never spent a sixpence when a thruppence would do. And here ya want to spend the equivalent of something like 200 pound on a child’s birthday party? It borders on the obscene! I was over the moon at your age if Mum sneaked me a sixpence for a pack o’ Smarties for my birthday. I never saw a bloody cake, except in the baker’s window down in Stirling burgh! No way you’re taking a trip of nine-year-olds across the country just because it’s yar birthday! Don’t get me wrong: we’re happy you were born, more than about anything else in the world . . . But not that bloody happy!”

At that, Mum turns around and heads for the door.

She turns around when she hears her tearful Princess call “Mummy!”

“We’re not poor now. And they’ll . . . they’ll . . . never know how much I care for them,” says the Princess.

“Aye, we’re not poor. Nor am I lettin’ you get us there! And they’ll know how much you care,” Mum says. “By what ya do not by what ya spend.”

                                                            -3-

The Princess is sitting in her red 17th century party dress, with ruffled neck and sleeves, wearing her superreflective tiara, red flower behind her left ear and violet flower behind her right ear, red and green reflective sparkles on her face and eyelids, her hair in box braids in the front, on her bench at her Grand Piano. Her drawing room is full of little girls standing around the piano. Behind the piano is the Princess’ “army”:  a guitarist, electric bass, percussion machine, bass and the “Three Angels” singing backup.

The Princess starts playing the introduction to “The Love Of A Friend”, from Princess Party. Then she starts singing the song in Spanish:

El amor d’un amigo

Vale más que el pisto

El amor d’un amigo

Es más dulce que la miel

 No puedes conseguirlo de nadie más

En tu famili’ o de tu amante

Porqu’ el amor d’ un amigo es especial

Para ti de t’ amigo

Cuando todos los demás se han ido Todos tus amantes están enamorados de los demás ¿A quién tienes? Mira a tu alrededor, tienes a tus amigos

Un amigo no necesita tomar tu corazón

Un amigo sólo quiere ser el comienzo

Per’  un amigo llora cuando separado

Porque un amigo necesit’ un amigo

Es tan triste, tantas veces

Olvidamos de decir "Gracias"

Tan triste, tantas veces

Olvidamos de decir “Te quiero” A nuestros amigos Solamente amigos

Damos por sentado a nuestros amigos

Y las semillas de la tristeza se plantan Porque no hay nada com’ un amigo

El amor d’un amigo

Vale más que el pisto

El amor d’un amigo

Es más dulce que la miel

No puedes conseguirlo de nadie más

En tu famili’ o de tu amante

Porqu’ el amor d’ un amigo es unico

Para ti de t’ amigo

Porque son únicos, tan únicos tan únicos

Yeah, yeah, yeah tu es tan unico

A . . . mi

Woh Woh Woh Woh Woh Woh Woh Woh Woh!

[thenewlittleprincess]

Princesita - Vamonos A La Mar!

The New Little Princess is walking along the beach, wearing flip-flops, short green trousers and a blue T-shirt with the inscription “¡Enséñame a nadar y te enseñaré a volar!”, flying her three kites, one in the shape of a fish, one in the shape of a shark and one in the shape of a squid, trying to control them in the strong wind while squinting in the bright sun. We hear children talking in the background in a language we cannot understand.

She stops in front of her Garifuna friends, sitting under a palm tree.

[dialogue is Spanish: these are the English subtitles]

“Hey, what’s going on?” the Princess asks.

“ Hungry,” says Pedro, chewing on a piece of straw from his hat.

“You didn’t eat breakfast?” the Princess says.

“Yeah,” says Marguerita. “Breakfast, lunch, dinner, all the same: coconut bread, coconut juice, thick cooking bananas. Why do I feel that I should be growing in a tree, if ‘You are what you eat?’”

“Well,” says the Princess. “What’s out there?” she says, pointing at the sea, as the aquamarine waves roll into the white sand of the beach.

Carlo and Cristina smile at one another.

“Vamos a la mar, tun tun, Comer a pescado, tun tun,” the Princess sings, rolling her eyes and putting her hands up in front of her, causing her kites to take off for the clouds, the Princess doing a kind of baby dance.

“Yes! That’s it! To my father’s canoe!” Pedro shouts and starts running down the beach, with the other children, Garifuna and Princess, in hot pursuit.

As the Princess’ song, Vamonos a la mar, plays, with full band of guitar, bass guitar, saxophone and percussion machine, with the Princess and her “three Angels” singing on the soundtrack,

[Somos pobres patojos garífunas

No podemos comer carn' a menudo

Cuando cansamos d'el pan de yuca

Queremos diferente algo

Hey! Vamonos a la mar! Tun, tun, tun

A comer pescado, tun, tun, tun

Fritito y asado, tun, tun, tun

Servido en un palo

Yeah, yeah!

A comer mucho mejor, tun, tun, tun

Convertirémos en pescador -es -es -es

Así que vamos a visitar la mar

Mañana Por la mañana, Wow!

Señor langostino,entrad el tampado

Con señor' jaiba y señor calamar oh

Con señor' anguila y señor tiburon

Ahora que no puede comer me!

Entrad, entrad hasta qu' esté lleno

La olla y nuestr' estomagos

Así que vamos a visitar la mar

Mañana Por la mañana Wow!

[Musical Interlude]

Así que vamos a visitar la mar

Mañana por la mañana, Wow!

Así que vamos a visitar la mar

Mañana por la mañana Wow!]

we watch the Garifuna children carry the canoe, upside down, out into the shallows and turn it over with much difficulty, as the Princess struggles to tie her long hair with two elastic bands, on the beach.

The canoe catches a wave and the Garifuna call the Princess, pointing down the beach to where the canoe had been resting. She sees the oars on the beach, where her friends had been pointing, and rides them, holding them with one hand and paddling with the other, kicking her feet in the water, out to the canoe, where her friends help her get into the canoe. The boys take the oars and begin paddling out to sea. The girls look for targets.

When the song gets to the middle, asking various forms of seafood to “enter the stew”, the children catch them. Cristina throws a little net out and picks it up full of King Prawns. She looks surprised and giggles, shaking the little net.

The Princess picks a King Crab up, out of the sea, holding it with both hands, and sings to it “Sr Jaiba”. It holds her nose with both claws, causing her to shout “Oh! Oh! Oh!” The girls pull its claws apart and throw it into the bottom of the canoe.The Princess holds her sore and bleeding nose, as the other girls put sea water on it with their hands.

Then the girls throw a net out and catch other seafood. When they pull the net in, Marguerita struggles to hold a slippery black eel and get it into the canoe. Thirty beautiful Caribbean reef squid fly over the canoe and Cristina and the Princess struggle to catch them in the air and throw them into the bottom of the canoe.

Suddenly Pedro jumps into the sea and rides a small shark toward the boat. The girls are all screaming but they and Carlo pull the shark into the canoe, where Pedro pulls out a knife and cuts its head off, holding it up as the children clap and the soundtrack is singing “Ahora que no puede comer me!”

As the song finishes with “manana, por la manana, WOW!” and a sustained note on the saxophone, the scene shifts to the beach, where we see a big black pot, lots of spent coconuts with holes in them around the pot, and the Garifuna and the Princess lying on the beach, holding their stomachs and moaning. The Princess softly moaning the line from her song, “La olla y nuestr' estomagos  . . .”

[thenewlittleprincess]

Princesita - No Me Oyes?

                                                   -1-

As the video opens, the Princess is walking along the beach with her Garifuna friends, right next to the sea. We hear the slow yet constant to and fro of the waves in the background, the sun is very bright and the sky is bright blue. With the waves, we hear the sound of birds in the background. The children are all wearing T-shirts and short blue jeans but only the Princess’ has an inscription across the chest: “No me escuches, no soy nadie”. The two boys are wearing big straw hats. the Princess’ long blonde hair is tied behind her with an elastic band.

The conversation is all in Spanish. These are the subtitles.

Princess: “How can I do it? Just me and the piano. People will laugh until they vomit.” [She pouts and looks ready to cry]

Carlo: “Oh, come on, Mimicita! When you play that piano, it’s like a band of 100 people. We forget you’re alone. Our feet start taking off by themselves. People’ll be having too much fun to notice. Yes, they’ll be laughing - and clapping too!”

Princess: [pulling his hat over his face] “You’re really a good friend, Carlo Shark-killer.” [She smiles]

Marguerita: “Let us hear you. You’ll see what we do. Vomit or dance.”

Cristina: “Yes. You know we’ll tell you the truth. We’re not actresses.”

Princess: “Play the songs for you? You’ll have to catch me and make me!”

The Princess suddenly turns and runs away from the beach, toward the town. The other children chase her but all are laughing as they run.

                                                      -2-

The scene is a hotel lobby. There are few guests. One man is sleeping in a lounge chair, snoring loudly. There are five large, empty beer glasses in front of him, on a silver tray on a coffee table.  On a sofa, a young couple are holding hands, talking quietly and intensely, looking into one another’s eyes. A teenaged boy is fully absorbed in a video game on his phone, using both thumbs, sitting on the floor in front of a chair.

A guitarist, a bassist, and a saxophonist -all gringos - are standing there too, behind the piano.

Pointing at the band, Carlo says, “Our little surprise, Mimicita!”

“A band!” the Princess says.”You are my best friends!”

She hugs each one in turn.

“Where did you get them?” the Princess asks.

“They were in front of the cantina getting drunk like all the tourists,” says Marco.

The Princess switches to English. “Where are you from?”

“LA,” says the guitarist. “We’re just chillin’ out down here for a few weeks.”

“Well, cheers for helping me out,” says the Princess. “‘Tis much appreciated. Want to practice a bit?”

“Sure,” says the guitarist.

The Princess goes to sit at her piano. She looks at the ceiling, around the room, at the people, like she doesn’t know what to do . . . but always with a trace of a grin.

Suddenly, she launches boogie-woogie instrumental music at top speed and top volume, straining to reach the piano pedal with her running shoe and keep it flat to the floor. The band jump in and try to keep up, adding a lot of texture that makes the song sound 1000% better.

The sleeping beer specialist’s eyes pop open. He starts, pushing up on the arms of his chair, stands up, pivots around on one foot and falls flat on his face.

The couple stand up, still holding hands, and start dancing something like an old jitterbug.

The teenaged boy throws his phone to the side, gets up and becomes a one-boy dancing machine.

The Garifuna are doing their traditional dance, mostly involving half-bending over and shaking their bottoms.

Suddenly, the Princess stops.

Everyone is looking at one another, wondering what comes next.

                                                                                                              -3-

Then the Princess shouts, “Este piano, las sonrisas en las caras,” squeaking the “caras”.

Then she resumes playing and sings, “Quien piensa en tambores o maracas? Vamonos, baby, no me oyes?

Vamonos por que tus pies no pues pararse

En un minuto los talones en el aire

Vamonos, baby no me oyes?

Por que cuand’ empiezo a rock, tod’ el mundo roll, roll, roll .

Por que  ’ste nueva clase de música tien’ un vieja soul, soul, soul

Y la primera vez que l’ escuches you will know, know, know

Tus pies no pueden parar y no puedes  para rockin’

Y you know, you know, you know - OW!

El control s’ ‘an ido!

[Musical Interlude]

No l’ entiendes? Eso esta OK!

Se siente bien y sabes esta OK

Vamonos, baby, no me oyes?

Por que cuand’ empiezo a rock, tod’ el mundo roll, roll, roll .

Por que  ’ste nueva clase de música tien’ un vieja soul, soul, soul

Y la primera vez que l’ escuches you will know, know, know

Tus pies no pueden parar y no puedes  para rockin’

Y you know, you know, you know - OW!

El control s’ ‘an ido!

[Musical Interlude]

Deja que la canción te guée

“Miracle Lover”  no es nueva bastante

Vamonos, baby no me oyes?

Por que cuand’ empiezo a rock, tod’ el mundo roll, roll, roll .

Por que  ’ste nueva clase de música tien’ un vieja soul, soul, soul

Y la primera vez que l’ escuches you will know, know, know

Tus pies no pueden parar y no puedes  para rockin’

Y you know, you know, you know - OW!

El control s’ ‘an ido!

Vamonos, baby no me oyes?

Vamonos, baby no me oyes

Vamonos, baby NO ME OYES?????

[thenewlittleprincess]

Princesita

By the end of 2025, the humble Youtube video has grown into something far bigger and better. Of course, anybody can still put anything up on the new International Computer Telecommunications Corporation (ICT) networking system that the United Nations has set up to replace the old American-dominated internet. On 5 June 2025, the New Little Princess’ “Can’t You Hear Me?” was beaten into second place in pays-per-view by ”My Friend Wilbur Drinks Too Much”: a pig drinking beer from a bottle as he fills up a paper cup, then a tea cup, then a glass, then a beer bottle, with piss. But those videos have little staying power: they trend one night and then wind up in ICT Archives, rarely to be seen again.

The videos with staying power, viewed by millions over months, are the hits. They are usually done by big music publishers as “mini-movies” for pop stars. They feature famous actors as characters and tell complete stories, with beautiful production in exotic places. Then the performance of the song, whether worked into the story of the video, shown in concert or performed as if the artist and the viewer are alone in a room together, “a face to face” they call it, is the icing on the cake. Michael Jackson started this with “Thriller” in the 1980s and such blockbusters have always been around but, by 2025, this is the standard.  

All of that makes The New Little Princess’ “Princess Party,” a kid and a grand piano in the middle of nowhere, with no production, no stories, no action, just singing live to other kids, more amazing. All the industry experts were amazed that it went viral. Most, truth be told, were a little afraid of it. Were all their millions of International Transaction Units to be swept aside by home productions, like the worst old days of YouTube?

So, when Pina Colada signed The New Little Princess as their star, they spent the first 3 months of their relationship (October - December 2025) making a mini-movie for her. That is why they sent her on a morning radio/afternoon ICT talk show tour of America, to build an audience for the mini-movie. It was this tour that the Princess hijacked for her fundraising for the revolutionaries in Guatemala and promoting her own videopack, “Princess At War” as a part of the fundraising. When she was not on the radio or the ICT talk shows, the Princess was filming or recording songs for the mini-movie, “Princesita”, which means “Little Princess” in Spanish.

The title “Princesita” comes from the scene in “Caribbean Princess”, her July 2025 videopack, when the audience were chanting “Princesita estrellita” (”Little Princess, little star”) as the Princess roller-skated on stage. Indeed, “Princesita” starts with that clip from “Caribbean Princess”, showing a confused Princess trying what little she knows to get her fans to shut up and let her sing. The story of “Princesita” is loosely-based on the story of how the Princess came out of obscurity in Guatemala to become a 9 year old Latin star in America.

Pina Colada takes no chances. The videopack is the standard 12 songs but there is nothing new. These are the 2 Spanish songs from ”Princess Party” (Vamonos a la mar and Guatemalteca) plus the 2 English songs there (Can’t You Hear Me? and The Love Of A Friend - sung in Spanish) and the one Japanese song, “Donguri Korokoro”, sung in Spanish. Added to this are the 5 English songs from “Caribbean Princess” (Fiesta, Can’t Win For Losing, Enchanted, Part Of Their Tribe and Moon Kid - sung in Spanish) plus the Princess’ hit from the Pina Colada Fiesta, “Frijos Frijoles” and her solarpunk anthem “We’ll Rise”, sung in Spanish.

The purpose is to brand the Princess as a Latin star (even if often a rocky, poppy Latin star singing in Spanish) and introduce Spanish kids - her new market - to Princesssongs. The kids love hearing those Princesssongs they have been left to hum along to, now in a language they can sing and understand, and the Princess owns South America’s under-18s by the end of 2025. They flock to the department stores in Buenos Aires, Santiago, Lima, Bogota and Mexico City during Christmas week, to see the Princess and try to push through to get their copy of Princesita on an autographed CD.

The Princess cannot use her right hand, with its sore and swollen wrist, for writing anything else for some ten days in the new year. . .

[thenewlittleprincess]

A Soldier’s Tale

[In the style of the music at the start of this video: Golden Earring’s Last Of The Mohicans, before the singing starts: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FboCLDxFsKY ]

Got no job

Got no land

Cannot pass

All his exams

 Got no hope

Got no cash

Got no future

He’s gonna crash 

[Spoken] Hey! So what’s he gonna do, eh?  

[Soca style like the first “bubble” on this video:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_2-w-_K2-fo]

He better join de Army

No limit on him dere

He cannot make it out on his own

He needs someone to take care

[Shouted] He can pass!

Learnin’ how to shoot rifles,

Jumpin’ over blocks,

Throwin’ people out o’ windows,

Burnin’ down de houses,

Shootin’ down de marchers,

He can do it by himself!

Yeah, yeah, out de revolution by de roots

Yeah, out de revolution by de roots

Yeah, yeah out de revolution by de roots

Out de revolution by de roots

 [Rapping with only bass guitar]

Pepito was a Ladino’s son

Shootin’ birds out o’ trees

Was his greatest fun

Throwin’ dogs in de river

To watch ‘em drown

He was cut from the cloth

To bring everyone down

[St Kitts Carnival Music like the start of this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UPVVAZ53STw]

Now he’s got an Army uniform

Bars on his shoulders

Medals on his chest

De one in red for drawin’ first blood

Dat’s de one he loves de best

He’s headed for de promotion

He’s gonna be Chairman o’ de National Salvation

He’s headed for de damnation

Hell’s gonna be his new situation

Yeah, yeah

[Soca style like the first “bubble” on this video:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_2-w-_K2-fo]

He better join de Army

No limit on him dere

He cannot make it out on his own

He needs someone to take care

[Shouted] He can pass! Learnin’

How to shoot rifles,

Jumpin’ over blocks,

Throwin’ people out o’ windows,

Burnin’ down de houses,

Shootin’ down de marchers,

He can do it by himself!

Yeah, yeah, out de revolution by de roots

Yeah, out de revolution by de roots

Yeah, yeah out de revolution by de roots

Out de revolution by de roots

 [Spoken] Got de Cuban millionaires in cahoots?Duh!

[thenewlittleprincess]

The Land Is Strong

[The music is in the style of “Comfortably Numb” (Pink Floyd) in video below - without the guitar solos - suitable because the video is of Scottish scenes and the Princess is half-Scottish]

The people look so weak now

Always lookin’ at their shoes

Don’t know what to do

No one cares about

What they’re goin’ through

 But deep inside the volcano

There’s a power that won’t die

When they only want to cry

They’ll rise!

They’ll rise!

 The land is strong!

It powers the people

And it won’t be long

And you’ll see that power rise

That power rise! [auto-repeated]

The land is strong!

You cannot make them die

Cos’ they won’t give up the fight

Never give up the fight

‘Cos they’ll take

[a cappella]

Everything back that was stolen, yeah!

Everything wrong that was done, uh-huh, uh-huh

Everything that makes them feel hopeless now

And turn it into gold!

And turn it into gold!

And turn it into gold!

The land is strong!

 Oh yeah, you can slap their faces now

They’ll smile and walk away

But every slap’s recorded POW!

There will be an accounting day

Steal all you can now

Yeah, shove it in your pockets

But the door’s gonna slam shut behind you soon

And the people are gonna lock it!

Yeah!

 The land is strong!

It powers the people

And it won’t be long

And you’ll see that power rise

That power rise! [auto-repeated]

The land is strong!

You cannot make them die

Cos’ they won’t give up the fight

Never give up the fight

‘Cos they’ll take

[a cappella]

Everything back that was stolen, yeah!

Everything wrong that was done, uh-huh, uh-huh

Everything that makes them feel hopeless now

And turn it into gold!

And turn it into gold!

And turn it into gold!

The land is strong!

 [Musical Interlude]

 You’ll keep

You can wait now

M-m-m Our time will come

Our time will come [auto-repeated]

You’re gonna look

Everyone of us in the eyes

When the time comes and you’re gonna die!

 ‘Cos the land is strong!

And the people are movin’ silently

Like a typhoon quiet in the middle of the ocean

It won’t be long

It won’t be long

And you’ll see that power rise

[a cappella]

‘Cos they’ll take

Everything back that was stolen, yeah!

Everything wrong that was done, uh-huh, uh-huh

Everything that makes them feel hopeless now

And turn it into gold!

That’s right they’ll turn it into gold!

Now you know we’re gonna turn it into gold!

[Slowly] And turn you into . . .

[Gong]

Dust. . .

[thenewlittleprincess]

Princess At War - The Army Flows Like A River

Effron (2020) (Castleton) (2025) (Brahms) (1881)

Music is Brahms’ 2nd Piano Concerto 1st Movement, with piano, electric bass, trombone, electric guitar and percussion machine - the first 4 minutes, 27 seconds of the movement.

(Music at the bottom of the page)

The Army flows like a river

Flows on down

Down to the sea

And it takes my hopes

And my dreams from me

The moment it starts fighting

 [Musical Interlude]

 And my people are dying

They die so frightened

See them fall

Their souls, they leave their bodies here

 [Short musical interlude]

 And the Army rushes here and there

Whether foul or whether fair

Battle to the battle, see?

Victory to victory!

The Army flows like a river

Flows on down

Down to the ...

Like a lava flow burning

Everything in its path

Burning my soul

‘Though I’m far away

I can see it, feel it

 See it

In my head

All dead

Not forgotten

 Down through the land

To the sea.

To the sea

To the sea

From the land

To the sea

 I remember playing by the sea

I was so happy

We were so happy

In another world then

We thought good times would never ever everevereverend.

 Now I wonder where they’ve gone.

The Army’s there and now there’s none.

 Where the Army flows

No man can go

No one can stay alive.

They’re not good

Not what they should be

Spreading death

All around

 Who protects us?

Who will save us?

From them...

 [Musical interlude]

 The Army flows like a river

A river that drowns

Everyone in the town

In the depths of the sea

Depths of the sea

Depths of the sea

Never to rise

Never to rise

Never to rise

Again.

 Someone dam the river

Someone dam the damn river

 Don’t let the river go back to the sea

Ever again.

[thenewlittleprincess]

Princess At War - Somebody Stole Your Freedom

Stood up in the water half the mornin’

Waitin’ and waitin’ for the fishes to bite

Come home at noon and everybody’s starvin’

No power, so you’re waitin’ for the twigs to light

 The fish are waitin’ patiently

No sign o’ movement

Dryin’ in the tropical humid air

Do you care? Well . . .

Meanwhile puss is slinkin’ in through the door

Nobody notices nobody cares

Now the fire is burnin’ and you’re ready to fry ‘em

Now you can’t see even one fish is there

 Look . . . WHOOSH!

Somebody stole your  . . .

Fish . . .WHOOSH!

I saw the cat jumpin’ out the window

Look . . . WHOOSH!

Somebody stole your . . .

Dish . . .  WHOOSH!

Never notice it’s gone ‘til you need it.

 [Short musical interlude]

 You’ve been hidin’ all the money under secret numbers

Nobody knows your access code

Nobody knows which accounts

You’ve plundered

Cookin’ the books

Just like a tampado

 Then comes the time you need

A little access

Now every day in GC’s like a rainy day

 Punchin’ in the numbers

Havin’ no success ‘cos

All your money has gone away.

I say . . .

Look . . . WHOOSH!

Somebody stole your  . . .

Stash . . .WHOOSH!

You’re right clever

But somebody’s  cleverer

Look . . . WHOOSH!

Somebody stole your . . .

Cash . . .  WHOOSH!

Never notice it’s gone ‘til you need it.

 [Long musical interlude]

 (A Cappella)

It only took 15 minutes

To take the country

Kill the President

 15 minutes

And the General’s boss hmmm . . .

Remakin’ the country

As his monument

(Music returns)

Suddenly, the street is full of soldiers

Askin’ where you’re goin, what you’re doin here

If they don’t like the answers you can hear their guns sing

The rule of law’s become the rule of fear

 Say . . .

Look . . . WHOOSH!

Somebody stole your  . . .

Freedom . . .

You didn’t even know

Now there’s nothin’ you can do

Look . . . WHOOSH!

Somebody stole your . . .

Freedom . . .  yeah

Never notice it’s gone ‘til you need it.

Never notice it’s gone when you need it

Never notice it’s gone but you need it

Never notice it’s gone NOW YOU NEED IT!

 [Musical Conclusion]

 (Shouted) NOW WE NOTICE IT’S GONE AND WE NEED IT!

(Normal singing - repeated to end)

Chick-a-chick-a-boom-chick-a-chick-a-boom-a (repeat to end)

(Spoken) Gone!

[Music is in the style of the start of this video below by Lionel Yu]

[thenewlittleprincess]

Princess At War - Pedro and Tomasina

Tuesday, 23 December 2025, Canoga Park, Metro Los Angeles, U.S.A.

I saw on E-Today!, an entertainment zine on the ICT, that the Princess is going department store to department store in South America, Buenos Aires on Monday, Santiago on Tuesday, etc. etc. She’s giving out her Latin Christmas videopack, “Princesita”, in a beautifully-wrapped Christmas package, with a personally-autographed Christmas card, to lucky shoppers.

But us fans here in America, who want her English “Princess At War” songpack, have to download it from the ICT. There are no real movie videos like Princesita: just the Princess and some hired musicians playing like a concert for you in your living room. I know. The Army is really Pina Colada’s band and this songpack is not Pina Colada’s. It’s just the Princess’.

That’s good enough for me and my friends! We want to understand the songs and, although the price is half that of Princesita - only 10 Units - half the money goes to help the Guatemalans and their freedom fighters. So yeah, we’re all in.

Ah, here it is! Put in Dad’s World Bank Account Number, Click Download and it’s done! Dad will get the debit receipt by SMS in his phone.

Here’s the list of songs:

Princess At War

Released 20 December 2025

 1.      Elizabeth Rose      7.  The Land Is Strong!

 2.      Little Guerrilla       8.  Princesistos, Princesistos

 3.      Hey, Sunflower      9. Stuck In The Mud

 4.      Pedro and Tomasina     10. A Soldier’s Tale

 5.      Somebody Stole Your Freedom    11. Freedom To Dream

 6.      The Army Flows Like A River     12. Stars Are Falling

The first 3 were hits last month. I know them.

Lets see what number 4 is about. I click it.

I see . . ,.

Pedro and Tomasina

(Castleton) (2025)

A Plea For Adoption Of Guatemalan Refugee Orphans

Wonder what that’s about . ..

There she is . . . the Princess . . . Sitting at her Mighty Synth . . . It’s so big and heavy and she’s so little: I think it might eat her some day!

Oh she’s gone reggae again!

I wonder if she’ll do that fake Jamaican accent she did on Little Guerrilla . . . .

Pedro and Tomasina

Just like

Tamale and salsa

Just like

Left shoe and right shoe

Just like

Little angels in Heaven

 They play in the bean fields

When they

Don’t have to work for their fathers

When they

Don’t have to go to school – be bothered

When their

Time is free

 ‘Cos it’s like

Love in small packages

It’s like

A little kiss between the sugarcanes

Like

Spendin’  their days together

Always in each other’s brains

 And when the planes go by

And when the sky cries fire

When everything’s aflame

They go out in the jungle to be safe

 But when the sun is shinin’

And when the flowers are smilin'

They’re just

Chasin’ each other to the hilltop

Dream-ridin’

[Musical interlude] (Music is in the zouk style like the video below)

And it sounds like this, yeah!

La La La La La La La La La La La La La

Here we go now!

La La La La La La La La La La La La

Dat’s right, dat’s right

La La La La La La La La La La La La La

‘Cos it’s like

Love in small packages

It’s like

A little kiss between the sugarcanes

Like

Spendin’  their days together

Always in each other’s brains

(Slow) (only piano)

But one day there’s too much fire

One day, their parents die

One day, their huts are gone

One day, they’re on their own

They go out in the jungle

They play like Tarzan and Jane

But they’re now all alone

They know this is not a game

They know everything has changed

(normal speed, with band)

Hey, hey, Pedro and Tomasina

Can’t we do anything for you?

You’ve got no one’s love

But each other’s now

 Can’t we  . . . can’t we . . .

Can’t we  . . . love you? [hold these last two words a few seconds]

La La La La La La La La La La La La La

Here we go now!

La La La La La La La La La La La La

Dat’s right, dat’s right

La La La La La La La La La La La La La

‘Cos it’s like

Love in small packages

It’s like

A little kiss between the sugarcanes

Like

Spendin’  their days together

Always in each other’s brains

 It’s like

Sharin’ love across the mountaintops

Like

Droppin’  toys right in the box, yeah yeah

Like

Punchin’ up credits on the telephone

Like

Punchin’  the Generals in the nose!

GONG

[thenewlittleprincess]

Stars Are Falling

Monday, December 15, 2025 4 pm and it's... TEDDY... DA... VINCI !" says an offstage announcer.

The band, mostly a set of horns, start up, with a tune that could have been a hit in 1938, in the days of Benny Goodman.

"Always ready Teddy here and welcome to the Teddy Da Vinci show. The big news story today:

'Will President Kat get the Nobel Prize?' Rumor has it that some Members of the Norwegian Parliament want to nominate our very own President Katherine Elizabeth Hemingway for a Nobel Prize.

"The one problem is... Which prize does she qualify for?

"Some want to nominate her for a literary prize.. Only problem is, she's never actually written a book... [Laughter from the audience] In fact, as a former primary school teacher, the last thing she wrote, in Chestnut Hills Elementary School, was probably something on the board like 'See Spot. See Spot run. Spot and Jane run.' [laughter from the audience] Now the question is, 'Are the Norwegians so desperate to give our first woman President a Nobel Prize that they will call that "literature"?' [laughter and applause from the audience] Well, they say books are dying.

"Some want to nominate her for a Nobel Economic Prize... Well, she's not exactly an economic theoretician, with her Bachelor of Education degree.. Wait, I know what she could get the economic prize for.. Getting a $ 130 trillion tax increase through Congress to cover a $ 3 trillion dollar deficit! Kat Hemingway has, for the first time, combined economics and magic... abracadabra and the money in your World Bank account just disappears! [laughter and applause from the audience]

"Some want to give her the Nobel Peace Prize because she proposed her 'Ploughshares Plan' to literally bury all the world's nuclear weapons. But . . . didn't they notice? Nobody actually wants to talk about that plan . . . Certainly none of the nuclear powers . . . Russia, China, India, Pakistan, Israel . . . Where are they? They kind of nodded and smiled [audience laughter] . . .  Like 'Uh huh . . .'. I think  they'd have to change the name of that Prize to the "Nobel Pipe Dreams For Peace Prize" to give her that award [laughter and applause from the audience]. Ah well, I guess you can't blame her for trying. . . .

"I think the New Little Princess has a better chance of getting a Nobel Peace Prize but they have to make a new name for the prize. I think she is the first child ever to have started a war! [applause from the audience]

"By the way, she'll be here later, to sing her last new song before her Christmas videopacks get released next week. So we'll ask her what she thinks of the President's action on Guatemala: will it help restore democracy in that troubled country? . . . "

The Princess' appearance is at the end of a long queue of actors, famous businessmen, politicians, even other top-of-the-chart singers. Teddy Da Vinci's been a Las Vegas-and-now-New York personality for a generation and only recently started this show to chat with his friends in public on the ICT. That the Princess is even here is a big step up for her. If the President had not said, this morning, "I want to thank the New Little Princess, because I didn't really understand what was happening on the ground in Guatemala until I saw the video she showed on the Carrie Woodlawn Show last week", and publicly invited her and her family to Christmas lunch at the White House in the media conference, she would never have got here.

When her Princesistos  and Princesistas on the ICT feel like they have been watching the boring hob-nobbing of Da Vinci and his peeps for an eon, after a commercial break, suddenly The New Little Princess skips on to the stage and comes over to Teddy's desk.

Teddy hugs the Princess and invites her to sit on his sofa with the famous people who are still there. She looks over in awe at them, having seen every one on the ICT, whether in movies, videos or on shows like this, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open. Several of them say "Hi", at which she gulps and says quietly, "Hola".

"Well, welcome, New Little Princess!" says Teddy. "I think you're no stranger to shows like this now."

"No, I'm on them every day now," says the Princess.

"And last week you were on Carrie Woodlawn, weren't you?" says Teddy.

"Aye," she says.

"And did you know the President was watching?" Teddy says.

The Princess sits on her hands, her eyes widen and she slowly shakes her head 'No'.

"And did you know she mentioned you today?"

The Princess flashes her Altrincham Cat grin and slowly nods.

"Yes," says Teddy. "And what do you think about what she announced for Guatemala today: quarantine, no-fly zone, air support for the revolutionary fighters there? Is that going to be enough to topple the military government there, that is.. not your favorite group o ' guys? "

The audience laugh.

The Princess hisses like a cat and says "They're no one's favorite group except murderers and thieves. For them, they're poster kiddies."

The audience laughs even louder.

"Truth be told, I dunno 'understand what the President is doin' there in Guatemala now. But the important thing is, after three months of talkin 'about it, she's doin' somethin '. That'll make other countries do somethin' and maybe, maybe, that's the beginning of the end for the Guatemalan junta ! " says the Princess.

The audience applaud.

"As for what she's doin', she's the President, not I, and, if we trust her - and I do - we've got to believe she's doin' the right thing. The only thing I want to say to her, in front of everyone, here and on the ICT, is 'Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! If the people of Guatemala have any chance it's because of you and your people, and people and leaders like you across the world," the Princess says.

The audience applaud again.

"Well," says Teddy. "And we hope that she does know what she's doing. And, if it works, maybe she will deserve that Nobel Peace Prize I talked about before."

"Dunno' want the War Prize, by the way," the Princess says, her eyebrows raised, looking like a teacher who's just caught someone cheating on the test.

The audience laugh.

"Oh, you heard that?" Teddy says, his eyes shifting left and right.

"Aye," says the Princess. "Do ya think I weren't listenin '? In the dressing room? Made me Mum shout at me.  'Now see what ya've gone and done? ' [mimicking her mother's Scottish brogue] "

Teddy clears his throat.

The audience laugh again.

"I dunno 'want to play War Child. I dunno' want to start a war between America and Guatemala. What ya've missed out is that there is already a war in Guatemala, between the junta  and the ordinary people. I want it stopped! But the only way it will stop is if countries like yours lock up the junta  or at least chase them out of power. Got it? " says the Princess.

Looking chastened and embarrassed, Teddy, the great actor he is, says "Yes, Miss Princess."

"So, then. Can I show me video now?" the Princess says.

"Uh ... yes ... sure Miss Princess," says Teddy, playing his role to the delight of the audience.

"There's no sound," the Princess says. "So I have to tell you what you're about to see. This was just taken by someone with a videocam in the street in GC - Guatemala City. Zero production. The trabajadores marched out of their factory because their wages aren't enough They are wavin 'their signs tellin' that, but it's all in Spanish, so you won't understand. It's a huelga : they shut down the factory and block the gates until they can get a rise in pay. Then came the Army and you can see what they do with no explanation. "

In the video, a lot of men are marching in the street waving signs. Then the Army arrives. There is some kind of shouting match. Suddenly, there is blood everywhere as bombs are dropped and the infantry open fire, even shooting the demonstrators in the back as they run. At the end, the street is clear but littered with the dead and dying.

The Princess' face looks like a delta.

"Have ya seen it? Have ya got it now? There's the war. It's not my war. That's what I - and now your President - is tryin' to stop. And you can try too."

The Princess wipes her eyes with the backs of her hands, gulps and tries to sit up straight and speak clearly.

"Just send a contribution to the Guatemalan Freedom Fund. That's World Bank account GFF30749. G ... F ... F... 3. .. 0... 7... 4... 9. That goes to buy doctors and medicine for the victims like that. Plus food and clothing for the refugees and for the people fighting those soldiers. Plus guns and bullets. Until the President can knock out the junta  the people need all that," the Princess says.

"Well, you're certainly a great little salesgirl," Teddy says. "Now what about singing? Mark sang and Trini sang and Tina, your friend from Pina Colada, sang."

The Princess grins and waves her fingers at Tina Mendes, another Pina Colada starlet, but 12 years older. Tina smiles and waves back.  

"Aren't you going to sing?" Teddy asks.

"Of course!" says the Princess. "This will be me last chance to introduce a new song from me Princess At War videopack, comin' out next week. It's called 'Stars Are Fallin' and it's for me non-fans, or at least fans who never do anything."

"Never do what?" asks Teddy.

"Look," says the Princess. "Me Dad says like 20,000,000 people see me talk about Guatemala and ask them to put money in the Freedom Fund or send a message to their President to lock up the junta but only 2,000,000 people do anything. The other ones are sleepin'."

"Sleeping?" Teddy says.

"Must be," says the Princess. "So this song is to wake up the sleepin' dead, or dead sleepin', before they create millions really dead in Guatemala by doin' nowt but nowt. And get them to wake up and do somethin'!"

"OK, little Princess, it's your show," says Teddy, pointing to the other side of the stage where the Princess' Army wait with their instruments.

"Cheers, Teddy!" she says.

The audience applauds as the Princess skips over to her Mighty Synth and sits on her bench.

The Princess starts a few chords, with sound effects, on the synthesiser and one-by-one, the other instruments fall in behind her.

After the musical introduction, the Princess starts singing, putting chords between her lines, while the band carry the music.

Why are you sleepin'?

While the world is goin' mad

Why are you sleepin'?

When we're losin' everything

We ever thought we'd ever have

I sit here watchin' the sky

Watchin' the stars fall

And watchin' them die

Why are you sleepin'?

When you should be makin' history

Why are you sleepin'?

Why don't you just do somethin'

Like pick me up, take me and run away with me?

There's nothin' left for us here

Why not force the exit?

Run away from the fear

'Cos the stars are fallin'

Over me and you

The stars are fallin'

Nothin' we can do?

You say "Sh! I'm sleepin'"

Oh, yeah . . .

[Only organ chords on the synthesiser, quietly]

We are ridin' on a wave

Of livin' history

Where it's takin' us

Is a nightmare and a mystery

[Band resumes playing, full sound]

Everythin's gone sour

All the sweets have gone off

And when I scream at you

"Just do somethin'!"

You just look at me

And just cough . . .

[The music stops. The Princess covers her mouth with her hand and coughs, then rolls her eyes.]

[The music starts again]

[The Princess sings a full octave crescendo]  "Oh, Yeah-h-h-h? "

[Shouted] I say "Look but the stars are fallin'!"

[Singing again]

Over me and you

The stars are fallin'

Don't tell me that there's

Nothin' we can do

You say "Sh! I'm sleepin'"

Oh, yeah . . .

[Rapped]

And I shout "Yeah, right"

Done nothin' all day

And doin' nothin' all night. . . .

[Sung]

And you're fallin' . . .

You don't know but you're fallin' too . . .

[Softly, just synthesizer – organ sound - chords as Princess says quietly]

And nothin's happenin' . . .

I'm cryin'

You're still sleepin '

And my people are still dyin '

[Whispered, through tears]

Sleep tight

Good night

Hope you get your soul back

From the moonlight.

[Princess bursts into tears, crying into her hands]

[thenewlittleprincess]

Stuck In The Mud

"Welcome to The Carrie Woodlawn Show! I'm Carrie Woodlawn, it's Monday, December 8, 2025, this is ICT's Afternoon Chat Channel, and I want to introduce someone today whom you already know, but I bet you've never seen her! She's 'The New Little Princess' with 'The Army of the Princess' and she's going to do her new song, 'Stuck In De Mud', right now. Let's give her a hand!"

[Audience applauds]

A large tipper, full of wet mud, appears and slowly dumps its cargo all over the stage. The audience gasp.

We hear military percussion over the studio sound system. The Princess, in a short-sleeved white blouse and short blue skirt, with a red beret, barefoot,  carrying an AK-103 loosely over her right shoulder, hand on its butt,  stamps through the mud, giggling. Her band, right behind her,  shod but in similar clothing, march far better, but step hesistantly, pulling faces.  

The Princess sits down at her "Mighty Synth". She stands her weapon next to the instrument, its butt in the mud. Her music sounds like fireworks. ‘All-About- The’, usually her band's bass player,  blows Brazilian carioca music on his bugle.There is an example of canoca music in the video below.

The lights go off in the studio. The audience gasp. Coloured lights flash from everywhere.

The Princess shouts: "Hey, wait a minute! That's off!"

"Hey, Pom-Pom, give us a beat," the Princess says.

The band's percussionist, starts up his percussion machine with a moderate, steady beat, walking not military, reggae style reminiscent of Bob Marley’s “Get Up, Stand Up!” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X2W3aG8uizA

The lights return.

All-About-The's replaces his bugle with his bass guitar..

Then all play and sing.

Stuck in de mud

But we keep on marchin' on, yeah

Stuck in de mud

One step at a time

One step at a time yeah, yeah

Guts and blood

Are our only road markin's, yeah

We gonna keep on marchin' on

One step at a time

One step at a time

The Princess sings by herself with the band's music:

(2 times) Gonna win dis revolution

One step at a time

One step at a time

Yah!

And at de time we cannot take a step

We're gonna wait for a better time, yeah!

We always waitin' for de right time, yeah!

[Musical Interlude - synthesiser melodies over the band’s reggae bakground]

[The Princess resumes singing with the music.]

Listen here, de right time

Is when you look de enemy in the eye

Only one will live

Only one will die

Just make sure that it's not you

[Music stops]

'Cos de revolution's got a lot o' work for you to do.

[Music resumes]

Gonna keep on pushin' through

One step at a time

One step at a time, yeah

[The band and Princess together resume singing]

Stuck in de mud

But we keep on marchin' on, yeah

Stuck in de mud

One step at a time

One step at a time yeah, yeah

Guts and blood

Are our only road markin's, yeah

We gonna keep on marchin' on

One step at a time

One step at a time

[Then the Princess resumes singing by herself as the band plays the music.]

Only one way dat dis story ends

It's victory, yeah victory

'Cos de bad guys never win everythin'

Dat's history

Dat's history

If ya keep on marchin' on

When you stuck

And you canno' see de end of de road

Dat's de only way to victory

Dig it!

Out o' de muck

Out o' de muck

Out o' de muck

[The band joins the Princess again to sing.]

Stuck in de mud

But we keep on marchin' on, yeah

Stuck in de mud

One step at a time

One step at a time yeah, yeah

Guts and blood

Are our only road markin's, yeah

We gonna keep on marchin' on

One step at a time

One step at a time

[They all keep repeating:] One step at a time

[Then the music stops and the Princess and band chant twice:]

March, 2,3,4, left, right, left, right

[The band falls silent and the Princess says, into her microphone.]

Into de sunset , mon!

The audience are on their feet, clapping and cheering.

The Princess stands, faces the audience and leads her "Army" in three collective bows.

Then Carrie Woodlawn stands up clapping and says to the band and Princess:

"Well, get on over here, everybody!" Carrie says.

The Princess runs but falls face down in the mud. Her arms and legs also turn brown with the wet mud.

The Princess looks up, showing her muddy face, and bursts into tears.

The Princess' "Three Angels", her back-up singers, Angelina, Angelica and Mariangeles, pull her up by the arms and help her to hobble over to the sofa, to sit next to Carrie. The rest of the band make their way by themselves to sit on the Princess' other side.

Another interview . . .

But, in Washington, this time the President is watching.

Carrie Woodlawn is President Katherine “Kat” Hemingway’s  favourite talk show host. Barring national emergency, she never misses Carrie’s daily.

[thenewlittleprincess]

Little Guerrilla

"OK everybody!  Es'era 'Ay Bendito!' y su cancion 'Bembe!' , Numero Tres en las listas aqui en WSNY, 'S' por 'Espanol' en Nueva York, en el corazon de Brooklyn. Soy Marty Martinez aqui y bienvenido a ustedes que acaban de unirse a nosotros.  Ahora son las siete cuarenta y cinco dela manana del lunes, primero de diciembre, dos mil vientecinco. Y ahora alguien que acaba de unirse a nosotros aqui es La Princesita. Bienvenidos, nenita."

"Muchas gracias, Marty. Hola, Nueva Yorka! Vos quiero muchá!"  says the Princess.

"Has estando viajando por las estaciones de radio, hablando con gente y cantando nuevas canciones. Que clase de reaccion tu viste?" says Marty.

"First, can I speak in English?" the Princess asks.

"Yeah, sure. But I t‘ought you was fluent in Spanish," Marty says.

"Yeah, but our Spanish is not exactly the same as yours and I get confused and confuse everybody. Also, we decided I would sing in English and speak English so everyone can understand. ‘cos me Guatemalan people need all the help they can get!" the Princess says.

"OK, sure. I understand," Marty says.

"Bu' I'll answer your question now," the Princess says. "Yes, the reaction's been great. Talkin' directly to fans and other people. I never dreamed it! Sometimes you get the odd one out but me Uncle, the Barrister in London, told me to be in the business you have to get a rhino's hide. You cannot let anything hurt you."

"OK and do you have a new song for us today?" Marty says.

"Ciertamente!"  the Princess says.

"Ciertamente y cual es el nombre?" Marty says.

"It's name is 'Little Guerrilla' o en espanol 'Guerrillita','" says the Princess.

"OK, adelante!"  says Marty.

"Gracias!"  the Princess says.

The band strikes up a reggae beat, the Princess playing the electric piano in chords. The video below is one of the best examples of the genre.

Then the Princess sings, in Jamaican style.

She sittin' in de back

O' de cantina

Hidin' from gran de guerra maquina

Guerrillas gettin' useless on de quetzalteca

"Vamos! Vamos!"

Little Guerrilla sippin' quiet on de limonada

Not any money for a drop o' soda

When she hear de tanks de planes

And de guns she run

"Vamos! Vamos!"

Hey, hey little guerrilla

Maybe just 10

Your whole family gone to Heaven

And you're just waitin' to see dem again

Little guerrilla

Fight for what's left

It's fight or flight

You know what's right

'Cos in dis revolution

You de cuttin' edge

[Musical interlude - electric piano melodies around the bands' chords]

She doesn't like no gun

De knife is good enough

Just push and turn and turn and turn

But you gotta be tough

Don't be no powderpuff!

Dey never believe it

'Til after dey gone

De cute little one

Wid de knife in her pocket

Can kill you faster

Than any gun

Hey, hey little guerrilla

Maybe just 10

Your whole family gone to Heaven

And you're just waitin' to see dem again

Little guerrilla

Fight for what's left

It's fight or flight

You know what's right

'Cos in dis revolution

You de cuttin' edge

[Musical Interlude - electric piano solos with the band keeping the reggae beat]

Hey, little one

Don't you have no fun?

She say

Fun is for de rich kids

Not for dis one

Fun is wakin' up

And still seein' de sun

Dere be time for fun

When de battle's won!

We can celebrate when de war is done

[Spoken by Princess in low tone] Gotta take care of business

Little guerrilla

Fight for what's left

It's fight or flight

You know what's right

'Cos in dis revolution

You de cuttin' edge

Woh, woh!

And de struggle goes on

And de struggle goes on

No holidays, no weekends

Every day de same

Yeah, yeah, yeah de struggle goes on!

For we not givin' it up

We gettin' justice or death

If one happen we quit

If de other we gone

Yeah! Keep movin' on

Band: Keep movin' on, keep movin' on, keep movin' on

Little guerrilla

You are tomorrow

Ready to die to make our future bright

A prayer, a thought, a hope for you tonight

For you tonight ... (3 times)

Sleepin' in de jungle

In de shinin' moonlight

Oh, oh, oh  

Oh, oh, o de ho Oh oh, oh oh (3 times)

[Applause in the studio]

"Magnifico, Princesita, magnifico!" Marty says.

"Cheers, Marty! Muchas gracias," says the Princess.

"Y quien es la guerrillita? Tu?" Marty says.

"No! I thank Jesus, Mother Mary and all the saints that I can fight for Guatemala in air- conditioned studios!" the Princess says. "I doubt I could 'sleep in the jungle in the shinin' moonlight' for fear of the snakes!"

"Hay ninas asi en Guatemala, peleando en la selva?" Marty asks.

"Not many, I think," the Princess says. "But there are some. People from Guatemala come to Crummer Canyon and tell us what’s goin' on there. One bloke showed me a photo of a li'l girl in a red cap and really common clothes carryin' an armalite. He told me she was one. He called her "un' otra princesita".

The Princess giggles.

"Pero la nenita en la cancion, no le gustan las armas,"  says Marty.

"Yeah, that were my idea," says the Princess. "Li'l kids carryin' guns, that picture's off. People wouldn't like it and couldn't believe it. But this li'l one who can kill a man by surprise with a knife, just because he'd never dream that was what she would do. That's believable and sort o' more interesting, innit?"

"Eso es cierta. Y los hombres que te dicen lo que está pasando en Guatemala. Qué dicen ahora? " Marty asks.

"All the news out o' home is bad," the Princess says. "First, they showed us videos: airplanes droppin' firebombs on villages and burnin' up the houses and the kiddies. People marchin' in the city and soldiers mowin' 'em down rapid fire with machine guns and even planes. Then they tell us the shelves are empty in the shops. People were down to eatin' tortillas and frijoles but now the frijoles are too expensive and too hard to find. The Presidenta gave the campesinos land and the Army chased them away, killed half of 'em and gave the land back to the ladinos. It goes on and on. Then they attacked Belize and lost a whole lot of soldiers there. They were our neighbours now they're our enemies. On and on. But . . ."

"Qué ?" Marty says.

"I've go' a scoop . . . special for you lot," the Princess says. "Me bessie Antony always loves when I do this."

"Quién es Antony?" Marty asks.

"He's the top entertainment reporter for Topzine," the Princess says. "He loves when I give him a scoop!"

"Quieres decir una primicia?  Algunas noticias que nadie más conoce? " Marty says.

"Sí,"  the Princess says. " You're the first in America to know this I think. Well, I was, but you're next. You and all your listeners."

"Qué ?" Marty says.

"We've got a leader now," says the Princess. "It's what we've needed. He's the Presidenta's cousin. He was a General  but he's been hiding in the jungle with his bessies since the Presidenta was murdered. They've been trainin' and gettin' ready. Now they're ready and we're gonna use the Freedom Fund ta fill 'em full o' food, clothes, medicines, guns, bullets, rockets: anything they need. The leader is named Xihualtepec, like the Presidenta was: so they call him 'Comandante X'. I have a video of him saying that the junta are all traitors and he's going to put them against the wall for fusilamiento. And may God speed that day! First, they're goin' up to Belize to help the people there win their freedom and then the Belize people will help us win ours."

"Ahora te gustaría recivir algunas llamadas de los oyentes?"  Marty says.

"I'd love it!" says the Princess. "Let's hear from them."

"Primo de Bronx. Teodoro?"  Marty says.

"Sí,"  Teodoro says. "Princesita. Solo quiero decir que admiro tu coraje. A tu edad, lo que estas haciendo. Haciendo frente a una dictadura brutal. Rezo por ti y por los guatemaltecos."

"Muchas gracias, señor," the Princess replies. "Pisto es importante pero oraciones igalmente. No m'admira. Ayuda a los chapinos. Puedo hago tan poco. Vosotros, la fuerza, hagan todo. For the English people listening, I said money is important but we need prayers equally. Don't admire me, help the Guatemalan people. I can do so little. You, the power of the mobilised youth, do everything."

"Siguiente, Marcelina?"  Marty says.  

"Little Princess, aren't you scared?" Marcelina asks. "Wouldn't those soldiers try to do something to you?"

"No,"  the Princess says. "I thank God and Mother Mary that I am safe in America to do this work. If I had to do this in Guatemala, I'd last all of five minutes. I know nothing they can do to me is worse than what they're doin' to all people of all ages in Guatemala. So why do I deserve any better? If they cry, I can cry too."

"Y siguiente, Paul?" Marty says.

"Bue-nas di-as, prin-cessa. Co-mo es-tas?"  says Paul.

"Oh, there's a Spanish language student!" the Princess says. "We can see one comin' for kilos! It's OK. You can ask in English. It's me first language."

"What do you really want in Guatemala?" Paul asks. "What's the solution there?"

"Easy Manchester caviar that one!" the Princess says. "But yet someone needs to say it out clear like that, 'cos it's so obvious people can miss it. First, there's Comandante X's solution: stand the junta in front of a wall and shoot them down. They dunno' deserve to live. That will make the people free. Then we canno’ get the Presidenta back from Heaven, where I'm sure she is, but have another election. Maybe Comandante X can stand in place of his cousin. He - or somebody - can help the poor, the black people, the Mayans, the campesinos and the trabajadores like the Presidenta did. Give them land, food, enough money, medicine, schools, water, toilets, everything they really need. So they can live like we do. That would be a beautiful thing. Everyone would come back to Guatemala and live happily like we used to."

"Que hermoso sueño, princesita!" Marty says. What a beautiful dream!

“No esta un sueño, Marty. Esta un plan d’accion!” says the Princess. “Why dream it if ya can do it?”

[thenewlittleprincess]

If It's Monday This Must Be Florida

"WHOT on a hot Miami morning, November 24, 2025, playin' the hottest hits with the hottest news and that was "Empatica" by Cumbia de Colombia, number 5 on our top 20 chart of hotties here at WHOT. This is Michelle Marlin gettin' you up on Monday morning.

"Yeah, well, Monday morning . . . That's as bad as it can be anyway . . .  

"But come on, you can do it!

"Anyway, here is a little light entertainment for you this morning: a surprising little girl, named The New Little Princess, is with us. She went viral last June with her 9th birthday party video, featuring four original songs and allegedly 'supersonic' piano playing . . . well, we'll see if she takes off this morning.

[Giggling in the background]

"She then pulled off another hit with her videopack  "Caribbean Princess", filmed on the beach at Livingston, Guatemala: the song you heard last August from it must have been 'Moon Kid'".

"Finally, after she was a hit with her original 'Frijos Frijoles', at Pina Colada's Lincoln Park Fiesta in Los Angeles last September, Pina Colada signed The New Little Princess as their newest Latin star.

"And you're still only nine years old, isn't that right, Princess?"

"Aye, and will be another nine months or so, I think,"  says the Princess.

"But what's it like for you, being a superstar at your age? I mean, do you ever get to play?" Michelle asks.

"Play? What's that?" the Princess says.

Michelle laughs.

"I remember I used to do it in Guatemala but I don't think I've played once since we moved to America last September, unless it were a piano or a synthesiser," says the Princess.

"But isn't that rough on you, at your age? Don't you miss it?" asks Michelle.

"If ya dunno' think about somethin', ya canno' miss it," says the Princess. "I just always have to be somewhere, doin' somethin' and that's what I am thinkin' about. I'm no' sittin' there sayin' 'Oh, I wish I could be playin' or somethin'!’. Haven't got the time."

"And you've been touring early morning radio this month," Michelle says.

"Aye," says the Princess. "Every morning I'm somewhere else. We dunno' even go back to our house in Crummer Canyon anymore. Just stay in hotels ridin' the bullet from one town to the next. If it's Monday, this must be Florida."

"Got it, Princess!" says Michelle. "Good guess. Well, I guess, as the Chinese say, Little Princess, you live 'in interesting times'. Now, you have a new song for us?"

"Aye," says the Princess.

"Well, what's it called?" Michelle says.

"Freedom To Dream," says the Princess.

"And what's it about?" Michelle asks.

"Well, at first it was just I wanted Mummy to let me sleep longer," the Princess says, giggling. "But now I think it means somethin' different. Freedom for everyone to dream their future. Even the people of Guatemala."

"Yes, I know you've been fighting for your country through songs the past few months. But it's not even really your country, is it?" says Michelle.

"Well, I weren't born there, if that's what ya mean. But 'tis my country now, 'cos I've been fightin' for it. And the last thing the Presidenta did before she died, on Independence Day, was to make me a citizen!" says the Princess.

"OK, citizen Princess! Take it away!" Michelle says.

A slide guitar leads, with bass and percussion. The Princess' electric piano cannot be heard.  The style of the music is like the first half of the video at the bottom of this page.

Then the percussion machine kicks in.

And then the Princess starts singing.

Somewhere, where the stars are brighter

Where the moon's light

Is a little more . . .  magical!

Somewhere, where the air is clearer

And the people are more sincere

In their pursuit of  justice.

Take us away from this

We wanna wake up in Wonderland

We wanna be free from the burdens of sanity

Just give us freedom to dream

We only want freedom to dream.

Please give us freedom to dream

We only want freedom to dream

. . . Sweet, sweet dreams

THREE ANGELS: Dream away, dream away now

Sweet, sweet dreams

THREE ANGELS: Dream away, dream away now

Sweet . . . yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Somewhere

Where the skies are bluer

Where the people are truer

In what they say and do

I'll be there

And when I get there

I'll be waitin'

Waitin'  for you!

Take us away from this

We wanna wake up in Wonderland

We wanna be free from the burdens of sanity

Just give us freedom to dream

We only want freedom to dream.

Please give us freedom to dream

We only want freedom to dream

. . . Sweet, sweet dreams

THREE ANGELS: Dream away, dream away now

Sweet, sweet dreams

THREE ANGELS: Dream away, dream away now

Sweet . . . yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Don't wake me up

THREE ANGELS: Wake me up, wake me up

Never wanna wake up

THREE ANGELS: Wake up, Wake up

There's so much to do I don't wanna do

Places to be where I hate to be

And you're the only thing that I wanna see!

Yeah, somewhere, at the end of the rainbow

At the end of all the trouble

At the end of the day

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Somewhere, at the end of the song

That's gone on too long

This is what I

This is all I want to say

Take us away from this

We wanna wake up in Wonderland

We wanna be free from the burdens of sanity

Just give us freedom to dream

We only want freedom to dream.

Please give us freedom to dream

We only want freedom to dream

. . . Sweet, sweet dreams

THREE ANGELS: Dream away, dream away now

Sweet, sweet dreams

THREE ANGELS: Dream away, dream away now

Sweet . . . yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Ends with, one octave apart: "Sweet . . . dreams."

"Wow, Princess, what a song!" Michelle says.

"Cheers, Michelle," the Princess says.

"And you thought that up all by yourself?" asks Michelle.

"It's not like that anymore. We all work on it together. We canno' say anymore, 'Oh, that's mine. That's his.'," says the Princess.

"And they get better that way, don't they?" Michelle says.

"Aye, truth be told," the Princess says.

"Here, have some Florida orange juice, Princess, to celebrate being here," says Michelle.

"Cheers,"  the Princess says.

"What d'you think of it . . . do people really call you 'Princess' all the time? I mean, you must have a name, don't you?" Michelle says.

"Yeah, the juice is OK. We have it in Guatemala, almost the same, not always so sweet. Well, me name is Mary Elizabeth MacAlistair-Castleton. In public, everyone calls me 'Princess' and I'm halfway kinda sorta gettin' used to it," the Princess says.

The Princess and Michelle both laugh.

"But me family and friends have always called me 'Mimi'," says the Princess.

"Wow, that's interesting . . . Mimi. You have more names than many people have credit cards," Michelle says.

"'Ve got nicks too," says the Princess. "Like, on the ICT, they call me 'the Altrincham Cat', because I grew up in Altrincham in England. In Guatemala, me friends called me 'Mimicita'. Dad calls me 'Little Bird' (mimicking his Cantabridgian accent) and Mum calls me 'Lassie' 'cos she's Scottish. And sometimes, what they call me on the ICT . . . I cannot say them now or I'll get a smack from me Mum, just there."

The Princess giggles again.

"Now, Mimi," Michelle says. "Is it OK if I call you 'Mimi'?"

"Sure," says the Princess.

"Do you wanna talk to your fans here in Miami-Dade County?" Michelle says.

"Sure. 'd love it!" says the Princess.

"OK, who have we got up first?" Michelle says. "Alexandria? From where? From Ft Lauderdale. OK, you're on Alexandria."

"Do you like to hang out at the beach?" Alexandria says.

"Aye," the Princess says. "And we've got the best beach in the world in Guatemala, called Playa Blanca, a pure deed knock-off of Heaven! We love to run our papalotes there along the sea and set them free to fly away."

"What are papalotes?" asks Alexandria.

"We fly them in the sky," says the Princess. "Uh . . . yeah, I remember! You call them . . . 'kites'."

"Oh, kites!" says Alexandria.

"Yeah," says the Princess."

"Did you ever go to Miami Beach? Or The Hub?" says Alexandria.

"No," says the Princess. "Dad and I used to go to Venice Beach when we first came to Los Angeles. We used to go there to laugh at the bampots. But now we're too far away and there's no time."

"OK, next question for the Princess," says Michelle. "Here is Tommy from the U of M."

"Hi, Princess," says Tommy.

"Hi, Tommy," says Princess.

"Look, you are doing these radio shows and singing these songs," Tommy says. "And a lot o' people like 'em. Hey, I like 'em too."

"Cheers, Tommy," says the Princess.

"Well, OK," says Tommy. "But do you feel you're getting anywhere? That junta is still in power in Guatemala and they even took over their neighbour, Belize, this month. I mean, don't you get frustrated? Are you going to accomplish anything?"

"Oh, Tommy, you dunno' know," the Princess says. "I sound happy, singin' these songs. And singin' makes me happy like it does everybody. But I cry me-self to sleep every night, in the hotels, sayin' 'how many people died in Guatemala today 'cos I wasn't good enough?' I'll tell you this. You say you like the songs. That makes me happy. Love to be loved. But if I were just doin' this for Pina Colada, for money, I wouldn't be so good. I'm singin' for me people. That's what  I want people to understand. I have to be the best. I get singin' lessons every day."

The Princess sings  "La, la,la, la, la, la, la," a C scale.

"Uh . . . a tad off there," she says.

" 'Cos me li'l voice isn't strong enough yet," says the Princess. "That's where I learn to do those one-octave stretches you've heard in me songs lately. And I work on breathin' . . ."

The Princess breathes  through her mouth, audibly.

"'Cos people's lives depend on it," the Princess says. "This is not just singin' 'round the school piano for a lark like we used to do in Guatemala City. If I'm off, people won't send e-mails to their leaders. They won't put  money in the Freedom Fund. And then me singin' is just backscatter, music to watch people die by. And I'd rather stand against that wall for fusilamiento in their place than do that!"

"But you can't overthrow a government can you?" Tommy asks.

"I know that," the Princess says. "But if I were single-handed, nobody would know about this, would they? Li'l girl, skrikin' on the playground. It's millions of you guys, la fuerza de los patojos movilizados, that made President Hemingway tell Congress what's happenin' in Guatemala. And I know, eventually, she and the other countries will do somethin'. You lot blocked up their inboxes last September with Guatemala messages, after "Elizabeth Rose" came out, they couldn't get any other e-mail: that's what we need, again and again. In my heart, I know President Hemingway, Prime Minister Benjamin, in Britain, all of them are good. They're just slow. We'll get them there. Keep the pressure on! And not only them because you lot dunno' have a junta: it's not just one bloke hidin' behind five. Me Dad explained this to me last night. You've got Representatives and Senators and all manner of things. Just like we used to in Guatemala. So now write to the lot: every one You've got to get all of them walkin' around your capital sayin' 'Guatemala, Guatemala, Gua-te-ma-la. Go and find out where that li'l country is and do somethin' about them.' Then we're in the road goin' ta freedom!"

"If anybody can get them there, little Princess, it's you," Tommy says.

"Och, chattin' macca: it's you - and millions like you. Never forget it!" the Princess says. "If ya ever start thinkin' the li'l 9-year-old patoja from Guatemala's gonna do everything - or anything - my people are a cooked tampado.  If anybody can get them there, it's you, Tommy - and your friends and neighbours and relatives. So, Princesisto, get in the road!"

"I'm gonna go send some e-mail to the President right now," says Tommy. "And also the two Senators from Florida and the Congressman from the University district and the Governor of Florida, too!" says Tommy.

"That's the spirit, me bessie!" says the Princess.

[thenewlittleprincess]

Princess On The Carpet

Tuesday, 18 November 2025, San Antonio, Texas, USA , 11.24 am

Room 3041  Lone Star Hotel

The insistent telephone wakes Sal and the Princess, sleeping since leaving KALA radio at 9 am.

Sal, yawning, pushes a button on the videophone.  Mel is projected into the room in 3D, shouting.

"Your Princess is dere to promote our 'Princesita' videopack," Mel shouts. "Nuttin' else! What da hell is she doin'?"

The Princess stands behind her mother, peeking around her at shouting mad Mel.

"She  talks about the Christmas videopack . . . " Sal says.

"In-between a bunch of political crap and God-knows-what songs. The message is lost!"  Mel shouts.

The Princess looks around her mother, still holding her by the waist.

"We have to tell people about Guatemala now," says the Princess.

"Hell, you don't!" says Mel.

"Aye, we do," says the Princess, coming around her mother and standing straight and tall.

"Hell naw you don't!" shouts Mel. "Not on my goddamn time!"

"It's life or death for Guatemala!" the Princess says, standing straight, glaring at Mel.

"Yeah, whatever," says Mel. "EVERY morning. One 'Princesita' song and talk about it. You gotta learn about priorities, kid. 'Princesita' is de priority now. Your crap is zero-priority. NO NEW ENGLISH SONGS AND NO POLITICS!"

"Mel," the Princess says, her voice weak and wavering. "They won't understand. They won't push their Presidents. The junta'll stay, killing. And I'll never get home . . . "

"You'll get home fast if you don't wise up . . . tomorrow!" says Mel.  "You don't quit your shit and I'll cancel yar contract. BANG, you'll be home! Deported!"

"And BANG BANG BANG! " the Princess says, breaking into tears. "They'll kill us."

The Princess falls on to the Persian carpet, crying into her arms.

She hears Mel shouting on the phone as she cries, "Well den I'd learn when ta shut my mouth and which song I should be singin' if I was you!"

She hears Sal shout that Mel's brain and mouth are acting like they’ve never met.

Then "Click!"

Then silence.

Sal picks the Princess up and holds her on the sofa.

The Princess looks up, gasping.

"We're all gonna die," she says.

The Princess shoots an invisible machine gun in all directions.

"SH-SH-SH-SH-SH-SH-SH-SH!", her lips twisted in a snarl of hatred.

"Yar not gonna stop, are you?" Sal says. "The campaign goes on. Is that it?"

The Princess slowly nods, sniffing.

"If I saved me-self and let the Guatemalans die . . . " the Princess says, shaking her head "No".

Sal hugs her, saying, "Aye, that's the spirit! If millions want your songs and Mel sacks you, how many other producers'll back you?"

"Dunno' ken," the Princess says,  looking puzzled.

"'Hundreds if not thousands'," says Sal.

The Princess smiles.

"Mel's a swashin' neddie!" Sal says. "He's not made you a star. It's the fans. You'll not go back to Guatemala vulnerable. A wealth o' greedy wretches'll back ya for the money, here or elsewhere."

[thenewlittleprincess]

Hey, Sunflower!

"Chico Jimenez here, on KELP, on a sunny morning, Monday, November 17, 2025 at 7.24 am, with the best of Latin music por los chicos y las chicas de El Paso, Texas."

"La vida está una bella cancion! Woof!"

"Some words of wisdom from our mascot, Charlie Chihuahua. And that last song by Tomas Andrzewski, Tierra del Amor, bouncin' up the Latin charts, was surely a beautiful song.

"And now we have a special guest on KELP Morning. Let me welcome La Princesita!"

"Hola! Muchas gracias! El Paso,  vos quiero muchá!"  says the Princess.

"De nada, princesita. Now I've noticed you always say that, everywhere you go. What is it? Vos . . ." asks Chico.

"Vos quiero muchá!"  says the Princess.

"Now, in Tex-Mex, that doesn't mean a hell of a lot. What exactly are you tryin' to say, say in English?" asks Chico.

"Oh! It means 'I love you all!'" says the Princess.

"Oh. Around these parts, we'd probably say something like 'Los quiero a todos'," says Chico.

"Yeah, I can understand that but it sounds really formal, like I'm not that close to them. I want to be a close bessie of me fans in Texas!" says the Princess.

"OK, and I think you are. You're really popular around here, with Latinos and Anglos alike," says Chico.

"I'm so happy! Love to be loved! That's why I said I love them too!" says the Princess.

"I hear you've got a new song, just to introduce to El Paso," says Chico.

"Right 'tis! Every Monday I do a new song for the week. Last week, it was 'Princesistos, Princesistas'," says the Princess. "I sang that in . . . let me see if I can remember all the names . . . Tucson, Phoenix, Las Vegas, Salt Lake and Trinidad," says the Princess.

"And I have to say somethin': I heard some terrible news that ladrones were copyin' these radio broadcasts off the radio and sellin' them like podcasts at like 50 Units a pop. I want to kill them, truth be told, grubby li'l snide creatures they are! Dunno' give yar brass to los ladrones! No le des vos pisto a los ladrones!" says the Princess.

"Dad says there's somethin' about I'm not allowed to release videos on the ICT except Latin ones through Pina Colada. I want to do these ones about Guatemala in English, so everyone can understand them, not just Latino people, because Guatemalans need all the help they can get now," says the Princess.

"But, at Christmas, at the same time we release our Spanish-language videopack, "Princesita", Pina Colada will release these songs about Guatemala in English and Spanish, in another videopack, called "Princess At War." So you can buy them off the ICT at their normal prices. Just don't try to jump the queue or it'll cost you a fortune!'" the Princess says.

"OK, thank you for warnin' our listeners, princesita. Now, what is your new song?" Chico asks.

"It's called 'Hey, Sunflower!' It's about the flowers and we are livin' in the same world but they're the lucky ones! Like the junta in Guatemala doesn't affect them at all. They stay beautiful while the people get hurt," says the Princess.

"Well, that surely sounds interesting! OK, your band is here now so you can go over and do the song for us," says Chico.

"Cheers, Chico!" the Princess says.

Coco Loco leads on acoustic guitar. It is a classic flamenco rumba but played fast: Am G F but instead of going down to Em, it is what the Princess calls “rolled down and quickly wound back up” : Am G F G Am. It sounds something like the video at the bottom of the page.

The Princess joins in, improvising melodies off that chord pattern on her electric piano.

Then Pom-Pom starts the drum machine.

The Three Angels are shaking three tambourines and banging out the machine's beat on them too.

All-About-The starts the bass line.

Then everyone is doing Am in unison and the Princess starts singing  . . . or is it shouting?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Then everyone plays that Am G F G Am pattern and the Princess really does sing.

The sun is shining, just like every day

We can go out and play the same games we always play

But something's changed today, we cannot see

We're no longer equal, no longer free

We must be careful

They're [the Three Angels back up the Princess with harmonies here] watchin' you and me

[Then the Princess alone] Watchin' you and me

[A little melody with Coco's guitar and the Princess' piano in unison]

[The whole band backs up the Princess]

Hey, sunflower

As beautiful as you were yesterday

Hey, hey, hey, sunflower!

Golden [clap, clap] shining [clap, clap]

You don't care

Our country's dying

'Cos you can always be free

You can laugh at the people you see

[Stop]

[Musical Interlude - The Princess starts a melody on the electric piano and the whole band copies it - Then everyone plays chords except the Princess, who does the "supersonic" improvised melodies, with flourishes and glissandoes, for which she is famous]

[As the band plays chords, the Princess sings, playing the same chords on her piano]

Diego, he walked out of his factory

Because what they pay him's not enough to eat

He and all the workers took their cries to the street

Now they're all gone

The Army's victory

But their children are cryin'

[The band provides singing back-up for the Princess on the next two lines]

"Mummy, feed me!"

"Mummy, feed me!"

[The whole band backs up the Princess]

Hey, sunflower

As beautiful as you were yesterday

Hey, hey, hey, sunflower!

Golden [clap, clap] shining [clap, clap]

You don't care

Our country's dying

'Cos you can always be free

You can laugh at the people you see

[Musical Interlude -  The Princess and Coco "duel" on the piano and guitar with melodies]

[Then the whole band plays Am louder and louder and the Princess shouts:]

Wo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-h! Ya! Ya! Ya! Ya!

[Then the Princess reverts to singing and playing chords as the band backs her up musically]

The Army chased the people out of their houses

Droppin' fire from the sky shootin' all around

The fathers can only come back to work

By sunset they're in town with their wives and boys and girls

They have nothin' but food and bunk beds

[the Three Angels back up the Princess with harmonies here]

No more land

[Then the Princess alone]

No more land

[The whole band backs up the Princess]

Hey, sunflower

As beautiful as you were yesterday

Hey, hey, hey, sunflower!

Golden [clap, clap] shining [clap, clap]

You don't care

Our country's dying

'Cos you can always be free

You can laugh at the people you see

[The Princess and the band, slowly] Hey ... sunflow . . .er

[The Princess shouts, alone] As beautiful as you were when we were free

[The Princess and whole band sing together]

Hey, hey, hey sunflower

Nothing has changed for you

Take me to yesterday with you.

[Musical conclusion - The Princess leads the band on melodies]

"OK , thank you, that was great!" says Chico.

"De nada, Chico! Cheers for lettin' me sing it here!" says the Princess.

"Come sit down and have some water, muchacha. You sound winded!" says Chico.

"Cheers!" says the Princess.

[The sound of the Princess drinking]

"See, your band is breakin' out Cokes and . . . all kind o' stuff to chill out [Laughter from Chico and the band]. Just make yourselves at home, ladies and gentlemen. Nuestro estudio es su estudio!  Princesita, it's a cute little song about flowers but you sure did get the politics into it," Chico says.

"It's not politics like Democratico Revolutionario and Cristiano Nacional anymore. They used to argue. But this is different. This is life and death. And I cannot sing songs about flowers and let people forget what's happenin' to el pueblo de Guatemala, like everythin’s fine," says the Princess.

"And President Hemingway reported to Congress about Guatemala this week,” Chico says.  “And she said basically what you've been saying. I guess you're happy about that?" Chico asks.

"Of course, everyone who's tellin' the truth is gonna wind up sayin' the same thing, aren't they?" says the Princess. "And your President is tellin' the truth. Full marks. She's honest. But where are the troops? Why are the junta still there? Tellin' the truth is good. It's godly. But ya have to DO somethin' too or it's music to watch people get killed to. So we've got to keep on beggin' and pleadin' until she gets it straight and DOES somethin'!"

"I'm sure that'll come," says Chico.  "I'm sure that'll come, muchacha. Our system is kind o' slow here but eventually things do get done.”

“Like I always say, ‘Pronto llegara, nuestro tiempo,’” says the Princess. “Can your listeners understand that?”

“Yes, they sure can,” says Chico.