Talkin' 'bout revolution (Reel I: Ten Months And A Day-2002)

While they're standing now
inna welfare lines
crying at the doorsteps
of those armies of salvation
wasting time in the unemployment lines
Sitting around over there
Waiting for my promotion


Don´t you know, they´re talkin´, revolution
Don´t you know, it sounds like a whisper
Poor people gonna rise up
and take what´s theirs
Poor people gonna rise up
and take their share
Finally the tables are starting to turn
talkin´, revolution
they´re talkin´ ´bout a revolution


Fuente: Mario

Long way to go (Reel I: Ten Months And A Day-2002)

Fuente: www.asafapowah.blogspot.com

It´s been a long time since I feel this way

It´s like see everything far away

I´m far from home. I´m far from love

I can´t feel the rain and I can´t feel the storm

The sun will shine and I´ll keep on struggle

trying to break down this little bubble

Where I Live this way, far from you my babe

Far from hom and far from them

´Cause something is going wrongr with me, my friend.

Long way to go, still a long time

But the one who could blame it

has still a long way to go walk with me

Still reach a proper place to rest and discuss

the real matters of life,

trying to find yhr better plan for all of us

Far from hate, far from war / Long way to go, still a long time

I don´t know more than you / I´m also far from truth

But it´s a long time since I feel this way

It´s like see everything far away

I try a proper place to rest an discuss / the real matters of life

Trying to find the better plan for all of us

Far from hate, far from war / I want it far from hate, far from war

Long way to go, still a long time / We are far from reach the point

Still we got a long way to go / Long way to go, still a long time

Fuente: Mario (extraido del libro del CD original "Reel I: Ten months and a day" de Super Ape)

Who say jah no dread (Who Say Jah No Dread-1992)

Fuente: www.roots-archives.com / Compilación 1974-1975 Augustus Pablo at Rockers Label

LISTEN HERE

Hear the trumpet blowing so loud,
My people, my people.
Freedom shall come for all, my people, one day!

Too much commercialization of Rastafari!
Too much commercialization of Rastafari!

Who say Jah no dread?
Jah well dread.
Who say Jah no dread?
Jah well dread, my people!

You have the uptowners, coming down town,
To try to get themselves dreads.
But the time will come,
When the Father shall pick the chosen ones.

Who say Jah no dread?
Jah well dread.
Too much commercialization of Rastafari!
Oh, my people.

Hear the trumpet blowing so loud,
From the east to the west,
From the north to the south.

My people, can't you hear,
Who say Jah no dread, my people.
I know, I know the cloud of Jah,
Shall fall upon the whole of Babylon.

(..)

Who say Jah no dread?
Jah well dread, my people!
Who say Jah no dread?
Jah well dread.

Too much commercialization of Rastafari!
Too much commercialization of Rastafari in this day.

The day shall come
When everybody shall reveal themselves unto Jah.
Too much commercialization of Rastafari!
Who say Jah no dread?
Jah well dread.
Them a chant themself, my Father.
Who say Jah no dread?
The time has come,
When they will know themselves, my people..

Fuente: Saioa

Tired fe lick weed in a bush (Tenemend Yard-1976)

LISTEN HERE

Ooh, now, want to be free..

Tired fe lick weed in a bush.
Tired fe lick pipe in a gully.
We want to come out in the open,
Where the breeze can blow it so far away.
To the north, to the south,
To the eas', an' to the wes'.. to the wes'..
Talkin' about Jonestown, Trenchtown, concrete jungle, too,
From Waterhouse, that's the wes', that's the bes'.. that's the wes'..

From St.Ann's, it comes to you,
The best kali weed you ever drew,
So why should you run and hide,
From the red seam, the blue seam, the khaki clothes, too, hmm..

Tired fe lick weed in a bush.
Tired fe lick chillum in a gully.
We want to come out in the open,
Where the breeze can blow it so far away.
To the north, to the south,
To the eas', an' to the wes'.. to the wes'.. ooh now.

We want, we want to be free.


From St.Ann's, it comes to you,
The best kali weed you ever drew,
So why should you run and hide,
From the red seam, the blue seam, the khaki clothes, too, yes.

Tired fe lick weed in a bush.
Tired fe lick pipe in a gully.
We want to come out in the open,
Where the breeze can blow it so far away.
To the north, to the south,
To the eas', an' to the wes'.. to the wes'..

Tired fe lick weed in a bush, we wanna be free!

* INFO: 

A "gully" is: "a trench which was orig. worn in the earth by running water and through which water often runs after rains"

"The red seam, the blue seam" refers to the police uniforms in Jamaica. The khaki colour clothes, what the soldiers wear."

Fuente: Saioa

Wicked a go feel it now (Ain´t That Loving you-1978)

Fuente: www.roots-archives.com

LISTEN HERE

Ooh-yeah!

Now, now, now, now, now, right on, ey!
Wicked a go feel it now.
Wicked a go feel it now.
Wicked a go feel it now, ooh-yeah.
Feel it now, well..

The wrong that you do,
And you think you get away.
You're gonna have to pay,
On the Judgement day.

Wicked a go feel it now.
Wicked a go feel it now, must now.

You run to the rock,
The rock want a hiding place.
There's no escape now,
You'll never get away.

Wicked a go feel it now.
Wicked a go feel it now, ooh-yeah.

Your using your head on your brethren,
Taking what is God's.
But when the Master comes, yeah,
You'll know where it's hide.
Now, now.
Ooh-yeah, oh-oh-oh.

The wrong that you do,
And you think you get away.
You're gonna have to pay,
On the Judgement day.

Wicked a go feel it now, ooh-yeah.
Wicked a go feel it now, now now.

You run to the rock,
The rock want a hiding place.
There's no escape now,
You'll never get away.

Wicked a go feel it now, say they got to feel it.
Wicked a go feel it now, I say they must feel it now.
Wicked a go feel it now, ooh-yeah.
Wicked a go feel it now.

Fuente: Saioa