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Bob Marley
Bob Marley


Информация
Настоящее имя Robert Nesta Marley
Дата рождения 6 февраля 1945 г.
Место рождения Nine Mile, Saint Ann, Jamaica
Дата смерти 11 мая 1981 г.
Место смерти Miami, Florida, United States
Жанры Ska
Reggae
Годы 1962—81
См. также The Wailers
Wailers Band
The Upsetters
I Threes
Сайт Website



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Confrontation (1983)
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Come we go burn down Babylon
One more time, Come we go chant down
Babylon one more time
For them soft, yes them soft
Them soft, yes them soft
So come we go chant down Babylon one more time

Men see their dreams and aspirations
Crumble in front of their face
And all their wicked intentions to destroy the
Human race.

And how I know, and that's how I know
A Reggae Music, mek we chant down Babylon
With music, mek we chant down Babylon
This music, mek we chant down Babylon
This music, come we chant down Babylon

Come we go chant down Babylon one more time
(Repeat)
For them soft, yes them soft
Them soft, mi say them soft
So come we go chant down Babylon one more time

Music you're, music you're the key
Talk to who, please talk to me
Bring the voice of the Rastaman
Communicating to everyone

How I, How I know, How I, How I know
And that's how I know
A Reggae Music, chant down, Chant down Babylon
Chant down Babylon
Reggae Music, Chant down Babylon
Reggae Music, Chant down Babylon
Reggae Music, Chant down Babylon
Reggae Music


. . .


Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta
There was a Buffalo Soldier
In the heart of America
Stolen from Africa, brought to America
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival

I mean it, when I analyze the stench
To me, it makes a lot of sense
How the Dreadlock Rasta was the Buffalo Soldier
And he was taken from Africa, brought to America
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival

Said he was a Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta
Buffalo Soldier, in the heart of America

If you know your history
Then you would know where you coming from
Then you wouldn't have to ask me
"Who the heck do I think I am?"

I'm just a Buffalo Soldier
In the heart of America
Stolen from Africa, brought to America
Said he was fighting on arrival
Fighting for survival
Said he was a Buffalo Soldier
Win the war for America

Dreadie, woe yoe yoe, woe woe yoe yoe
Woe yoe yoe yo, yo yo woe yo, woe yoe yoe
(repeat)
Buffalo Soldier, trodding through the land
Said he wanna ran, then you wanna hand
Trodding through the land, yea, yea

Said he was a Buffalo Soldier
Win the war for America
Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival
Driven from the mainland
To the heart of the caribbean

Singing, woe yoe yoe, woe woe yoe yoe
Woe yoe yoe yo, yo yo woe yo woe yo yoe
(repeat)

Trodding through San Juan
In the arms of America
Trodding through Jamaica, a Buffalo Soldier
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival
Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta
Woe yoe yoe, woe woe yoe yoe
Woe yoe yeo yo, yo yo woe yo woe yo yoe

. . .


Love to see, when ya move in
The rhythm, I love to see when
You're dancing from within
It gives great joy to feel
Such sweet togetherness
Everyone's doing, and they're doing their best
It remind I of the days in Jericho
When we trodding down Jericho walls
These are the days when we'll trod through Babylon
Gonna trod until Babylon falls

Sing your song yah!
Jump, Jump, Jump NYABINGHI
Jump, Jump, Jump NYABINGHI
(Repeat)

We've got the herb, we've got the herb
We've got the herb
So hand I the suru board
Cause most of all we ain't got nothing to lose

Jump, Jump, Jump NYABINGHI
Jump, Jump, Jump NYABINGHI
(Repeat)

Love to see, when ya groove with the rhythm
Cause I love to see, when you're dancing from within
It gives great joy to see such sweet togetherness
Cause everyone's doing and they're doing their best
Cause it remind me of the days in Jericho
When we trodding down Jericho walls
These are the days when we'll trod through Babylon
We keep on Trodding until Babylon falls

Jump, Jump, Jump NYABINGHI
Jump, Jump, Jump NYABINGHI
(Repeat)


. . .


Oh Lord, Oh Lord, Oh Lord, Yeah
Well it's not easy, it's not easy
Speak the truth, come on speak
It ever cause it what it will
He who hide the wrong he did
Surely did the wrong thing still

Get in the studio of, studio of time and experience
Here we experience, the good and bad
What we have, and what we had
This session, not just another version
Oh Lord, give me a session not another version
They're so much stumbling blocks right in our way
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
There's so much wanting, so much gaining
So much have done

Too much, little Mix Up, in the Mix Up, Yes
Too much, little Mix Up
Too much of this Mix Up, Mix Up
Don't Mix dem up

I was born in the country, right on top of the hill
I still remain, I know I still, I will
But through your fu... respect
And through your false pride
Someone wanna take JAH Children for a ride
Shut up! Open the gate, and let the saints thru...

Please make it a session
Not another version, Ooh please make it a session
Not another version

Hey, you been talking all your mouth full of lies
Sitting there toppling, and Lord they criticize
So through the eyes of the fool, the deaf is wise
And through the eyes of the wise, the fool is size

Saying is too much Mix Up, Mix Up
(Repeat)

I wanna clear the wheel once and for all
I wanna clear my wheels, I don't care who fall
I got to clear my wheels once and for all
Clear my wheels, don't care who fall, fall
Too much Mix Up, Mix Up

Hea! Mr. Music why don't you wanna play
Don't you know today is a bright holiday
Some people waiting for the message that you bring
They listening to every word that you'll sing

Singing, too much Mix Up, Mix Up
Would you groove along now
Too much Mix Up, Mix Up
Yes would you groove along now
Too much Mix Up, Mix Up
They just can't stop you now
Too much Mix Up, Mix Up



. . .


Give thanks and praises to the Most-I (Jah!);
Give thanks and praises so high (so high).
He will not deceive us my brethren;
He will only lead us again (again):
Oh, take that veil from off of your eyes;
Look into the future of realize.

Noah had three sons, Ham, Shem and Japhet (Ham, Shem and Japhet);
And in Ham is known to be the Prophet.
Glory to Jah, the Prophet is come (through all these ages);
Glory to Jah, the Prophet has come (through all these stages).
When my soul was hurtin' deep within,
And I'm worrying to be free, desperately, yeah.
So guide and protect I'n'I, O Jah - Jah,
Through all these ages;
Guide and protect I'n'I, O Jah - Jah,
Through all these stages.

Rastafari is his Name (Jah!) -
Rastafari is his Name (Jah!).
If Jah didn't love I (love I),
If I didn't love I (love I),
If Jah didn't love I (love I),
If I didn't love I,
Would I be around today?
Would I be around to say:

Give thanks and praises, give thanks and praises;
Give thanks and praises, give thanks and praises;
Give thanks and praises, give thanks and praises. /fadeout/

. . .


Whoa-a Natty congo
A dreadlock congo I
Whoa-a Natty congo
A blackman redemption

Woe-yo yee, ye, a blackman redemption woe yoe,
No need, no need to get jumpy
No need, and a no need to get bumpy
And a no need, and a no need to get bumpy
No need, need, need to get jumpy

Youth and youth agree to, cool runnings
Can you dig it, cool runnings yeah, one more time
A beg ya, cool runnings, can you stop it
Cool runnings, spread out, spread out, spread out
Spread out, look out

Tell you about the blackman redemption
Can you dig it, oh yeah
A blackman redemption, can you stop it
Oh! no, oh! no, oh! no

Coming from the root of King David
Through the line of Solomon
His Imperial Majesty is the Power of Authority
Spread out, spread out, spread out, spread out
Spread out, spread out

No need, no need, no need to get jumpy
And a no need, and a no need to walk away

Let me tell bout ya
Cool runnings, can you dig it, cool runnings
It's one more time we want it
Cool runnings, cool runnings, spread out
Spread out, spread out, spread out, spread out

It's just a blackman redemption
Can you dig it, woe-yoe
Blackman redemption, can you stop it, oh! no oh! no


. . .


Up a cane river to wash my dread
Upon a rock I rest my head
There I vision through the seas of oppression
Don't make my life a prison

We come from Trench Town, Trench Town
Most of them come from Trench Town
We free the pepole with music, sweet music
Can we free the people with music
Can we free our people with music, with music
With music, oh music

Whoa-My head, in desolate places we'll find our bread
And everyone see what's taking place
Whoa-yo another page in history

We come from Trench Town, come from Trench Town
We come from Trench Town
Lord we free the people with music,
We free the people with music, sweet music
We free our people with music
With music, Oh music, Oh music

They say it's hard to speak
They feel so strong to say we're weak
But through the eyes the love of our people
Whoa-A they go to repay

We come from Trench Town
We come from Trench Town, Trench, Trench Town
They say can anything good come out of Trench Town?
That's what they say, Trench Town
Say we're the underprivileged people
So they keep us in chains
Pay pay pay tribute to Trench Town, Trench Town
We come from Trench Town, not because we come
from Trench Town
Just because we come from Trench Town

. . .


Stiff necked fools, you think you're cool
To deny me for simplicity
Yes you have gone, for so long
With your love for vanity now
Yes you have got the wrong interpretation
Mixed up with vain imagination

So take JAH Sun, and JAH Moon
And JAH Rain and JAH Stars
And forever yes erase your fantasy, yeah

The lips of the righteous, teach many
But fools die for want of wisdom
The rich man's wealth is in his city
The righteous wealth is in his Holy Place

So take JAH Sun, and JAH Moon
And JAH Rain and JAH Stars
And forever, yes erase your fantasy
Destruction of the Poor is in their poverty
Destruction of the soul is vanity, yea

So stiff necked fools, you think you're cool
To deny me for simplicity, yeah, yeah
Yes you have gone, gone for so long
With your love for vanity now

But I don't wanna rule ya
I don't wanna fool ya
I don't wanna school ya
Thngs you, you might never know about

Yes you have got the wrong interpretation
Mixed up with vain, vain imagination
Stiff necked fools, you think you're cool
To deny me for, Ooh simplicity




. . .


When the race gets hard to run
It means you just can't take the pace
When it's time to have your fun
You find the tears run on down through
Your face, then you stoand think a little
Are you the victim of the system
Anyday now they gonna let you down
Remember Natty Will be there
To see you through

And ain't it good to know now
JAH will be waiting there
Ain't it doggone good to know you all
JAH will be waiting there
Wait in Summer, wait in Spring
Waitin Autumn, Winter thing
Tribe goes up, all the tribe goes down
Bring my children from the end of the earth

Many a time I sit and wonder why
This race so, so very hard to run
Then I say to my soul take courage
Battle to be won
Like a ship that's tossed and driven
Battered by the angry sea yeah!
Say the tide of time was raging
Don't let the fury fall on me, No, No, No

Cause I know JAH will be waiting there
Ain't it good to know now
JAH will be waiting there
Lost and found, who speak I give
Speak I give, lost and found (Repeat)



. . .


Rastaman live up, Bongoman don't give up
Congoman live up, Bingyman don't give up
Keep your culture, don't be afraid
Of the vulture, grow your dreadlock
Don't be afraid of the wolfpack

Rastaman live up, Bingyman don't give up
Congoman live up, Bongoman don't give up

David slew Goliath with a sling and a stone
Samson slew the philistines with a donkey jawbone
Iyaman live up, Rastaman don't give up
Bingyman live up, Congoman don't give up

Trodding thru creation, in a irie meditation
Seen many visions, in a this yah armageddon
Rastaman live up, Congoman don't give up
Rastaman live up, Natty Dread no give up

Saw it in the beginning
So shall it be in this iwa (time)
And they fallen in confusion
Well a just a step from Babel Tower
Rastaman live up, Congoman no give up (Repeat)

Grow your dreadlocks
Don't be afraid of the wolf pack
A tell you, one man a walking
And a billion man a sparking

Rastaman live up, Bingyman don't give up
Don't give up, don't give up, don't give up

. . .


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