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Bob Marley
Bob Marley


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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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Natty Dread (1974)
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Lively up yourself and don't be no drag
Lively up yourself, 'cause this is the other bag
Hey, lively up yourself and don't be no drag
You lively up yourself, dig it, the other bag

Hey, you rock so, you rock so, like you never did before
You dip so, you dip so, and you can dip thru my door
You come so, you come so, oh yeah, like I do adore you
You skank so, you skank so, and-a I can assure you

You can lively up yourself and don't be no drag
Hey, you lively up yourself, can you dig it?

Hey (you rock so, you rock so), like you never did before
You dip so, you dip so, can you dig it?

You lively up yourself and don't be no drag
You lively up yourself, 'cause this is the other bag
Hey, lively up yourself

Lively up yourself, other bag
Can you dig it? Can you dig it? ...


. . .


No woman no cry
No woman no cry
No woman no cry
No woman no cry

Say, Say,
Say I remember when we used to sit
In a government yard in Trenchtown
Observing the hypocrites
As they would mingle with the good people we meet
Good friends we have
Oh, good friends we have lost
Along the way
In this great future,
You can't forget your past
So dry your tears, I say

No woman no cry
No woman no cry
Little darling, don't shed no tears
No woman no cry

Said I remember when we use to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown
And then Georgie would make the fire lights
while the log wood burnin through the night
Then we would cook cornmeal porridge
Of which I'll share with you
My feet is my only carriage
And so I've got to push on through,
Oh, while I'm gone

Everything 's gonna be alright
Everything 's gonna be alright

No woman no cry
No woman no cry

Woman and sister
Don't shed no tears
No woman no cry

. . .


Them belly full, but we hungry
A hungry mob is a angry mob
A rain a-fall, but the dirt it tough
A pot a-cook, but the food no 'nough

You're gonna dance to Jah music, dance
We're gonna dance to Jah music, dance

Forget your troubles and dance!
Forget your sorrows and dance!
Forget your sickness and dance!
Forget your weakness and dance!

Cost of livin' get so high
Rich and poor, they start to cry
Now the weak must get strong
They say, "Oh, what a tribulation!"

Them belly full, but we hungry
A hungry mob is a angry mob
A fain a-fall, but the dirt it tough
A pot a-cook, but the food no 'nough

We're gonna chuck to Jah Music- chuckin'
We're chuckin' to Jah music- we're chuckin'

A belly full, but them hungry
A hungry mob is a angry mob
A rain a-fall, but the dirt it tough
A pot a-cook, but the food no 'nough

A hungry man is a angry man
A rain a-fall but the dirt it tough
A pot a-cook, but the food no 'nough
A hungry mob is a angry mob
A hungry mob is a angry mob

. . .


Do do do do-do do do!
Do do do do-do do do!
I rebel music;
I rebel music.)
Why can't we roam (oh-oh-oh-oh) this open country? (open country)
Oh, why can't we be what we wanna be? (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
We want to be free. (wanna be free)

3 o'clock roadblock - curfew,
And I've got to throw away -
Yes, I've got to throw away -
A yes-a, but I've got to throw away
My little herb stalk!

I (rebel music) - yeah, I'm tellin' you! -
(I) I rebel music (rebel music). Oh-ooh!

Take my soul (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
and suss - and suss me out (suss me out). Oh-ooh!
Check my life (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh),
if I am in doubt (I'm in doubt); I'm tellin':
3 o'clock roadblock - roadblock - roadblock,
And "Hey, Mr. Cop! Ain't got no - (hey) hey! (hey, Mr Cop) -
(What ya sayin' down there?) - (hey) hey! (hey, Mr Cop) -
Ain't got no birth certificate on me now."

--- Instrumental break ---

(I rebel music)
(I rebel music)
(oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
(open country)
(oh-oh-oh)
---
(Do do do!)
I (rebel music) - yeah, I'm tellin' you! -
(I) I rebel music (rebel music).

Oh-ooh! Take my soul (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
and suss - and suss me out (suss me out). Oh-ooh!
Check my life (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh),
if I am in doubt (I'm in doubt); I'm tellin':
3 o'clock roadblock - roadblock - roadblock,
And "Hey, Mr. Cop! Ain't got no - (hey) hey! (hey, Mr Cop) -
(What ya sayin' down there?) - (hey) hey! (hey, Mr Cop) -
Ain't got no birth certificate on me now."

. . .


So Jah seh,
"Not one of my seeds
Shall sit in the sidewalk
And beg bread."
(No, they can't and you know that they won't!)

So Jah seh,
"Not one of my seeds
Shall sit in the sidewalk
And beg your bread."
(No, they can't and you know that they won't!)
"And verily, verily, I'm saying unto thee, 'I
Inite oneself and love Imanity.'"
'Cause puss and dog they get together:
What's wrong with loving one another?
Puss and dog they get together:
What's wrong with you my brother?

So Jah seh,
"Ye are the sheep of my pasture;
So verily, thou shall be very well."
So Jah seh - yeah! -
"Ye are the sheep of my pasture;
So verily, thou shall be very well," yeah!

And down here in the ghetto,
And down here we suffer.
But I'n'I a-hang on in there
And I'n'I, I naw leggo;
I'n'I a-hang on in there
and I'n'I, I naw leggo.

For so Jah seh - yeah! -
"I'm gone to prepare a place,
That where I am thou shall abide," yeah!
So Jah seh,
"Fear not for mighty dread,
'Cause I'll be there at your side."

And - and down there - down there in the ghetto -
And down there we suffer
But I'n'I a-hang on in there
And I'n'I, I naw leggo.
But I'n'I a-hang on in there
And I'n'I, I naw leggo;
- So Jah seh.

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Dread, natty dread now
Dreadlock congo bongo I
Natty dreadlock in a babylon
A dreadlock congo bongo I
Children get your culture
and don't stay there and gesture
Oh the battle will be hotter
And you won't get no supper
Natty dread, natty dread now
A dreadlock congo bongo I
Natty dreadlock in a babylon
Roots natty roots natty

Then I walk up the first street
And then I walked up the second street to see
Then I trod on thru third street
And then I talk to some dread on fourth street
Natty dreadlock in a fifth street
And then I skip one fence to sixth street
I've got to reach seventh street
Natty dreadlock congo bongo I
Natty dread, natty dread now
Roots natty congo I

Oh, natty, natty
Natty 21,000 miles away from home
Oh, natty,natty
And that's a long way
for natty to be from home,
Don't care what the world seh
I and I couldn't never go astray
Just like a bright and sunny day
Oh we're gonna have things our way
Natty draed, natty dreadlock
Dreadlock congo, bongo I
Don't care what the world seh
I and I gonna have things our way
If a egg natty in a the red

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Bend down low,let me tell you what I know
Bend down low,let me tell you what I know
Fisherman row,to reep what you sow now
Tell you all I know,youґve got to let me go now
All youґve got to do is

Bend down low,let me tell you what I know
Bend down low,let me tell you what I know

You keep on knockin but you canґt come in
I get to understand you been livin in sin
But if you love me woman walk right in
Iґve got a notch for your safety-pin
Bend down low.

Keep on knockin but you canґt come in
I get to understand you been livin in sin
But walk right in woman,sit right down
I will keep on lovin you,I will play the clown

Bend down low,let me tell you what I know
Bend down low,let me tell you what I know


. . .


Yeah, oh yeah, no!
Cold ground was my bed last night
And rock was my pillow too
Cold ground was my bed last night
And rock was my pillow too, yeah

I'm sayin talkin' blues, talkin' blues
They say your feet is just too big for your shoes
Talkin' blues, talkin' blues
Your feet is just too big for your shoes

I've been down on the rock so long
I seem to wear a permanent screw, yeah
I've been down on the rock so long
I seem to wear a permanent screw
But I'm gonna stare in the sun
Let the rays shine in my eyes
I'm gonna take a just a one step more
Cause I feel like bombing a church, now
Now that you know that the preacher is lying

So who's gonna stay at home
When, when the freedom fighters are fighting
Talkin' blues, talkin' blues
They say your feet is just too big for your shoes, whoa
Talkin' blues, keep on, talkin' blues
They say, you hear what they say, didn't you hear?

Cold ground was my bed last night
Rock stone, rock stone, rock stone was my pillow
Cold ground was my bed last night
And rock was my pillow too

Sayin talkin' blues, talkin' blues
I seem to wear a permanent, permanent screw
Talkin' blues, talkin' blues
They say your feet is just too big for your shoes



. . .


Revelation, reveals the truth, Revelation
It takes a revolution to make a solution
Too much confusion, so much frustration
I don't want to live in the park
Can't trust no shadows after dark
so my friend I wish that you could see
Like a bird in the tree, the prisoners must be free

Never make a politician, grant you a favour
They will always want to control you forever
So if a fire make it burn,
and if a blood make it run
Rasta there up on top, can't you see,
so you can't predict the flop
we got lightning, thunder, brimstone and fire
Lightning, thunder, brimstone and fire

Kill, cramp and paralyse all weak at conception
Wipe them out of creation
Let l'es is l'es in l'es is black
In l'es is red in l'es is dread
Let rightousness cover the earth
like the water cover the sea
Lightning, thunder, brimstone and fire
Lightning, thunder, brimstone and fire

. . .


Am do ui
You got to pay your dues ui
I´m do baby
ui
And im a do you too ui (one more time)
(hey
woman)
You´ve got your love
And i got mine
And then
we put then together
Cause they gonna work so fine
Still
i got the woman i got you on my mind

And i´ve got
together with you
And i´ve got to do it with you again(got
to say)

Do it with your back self 3x
(Thank you
woman)
Cause every man needs a woman
Every woman, every
woman needs a man
Closer together they would be
Cheering
the world so free
And love will fall apart
You´re still
in my...
Still i´ve got the woman i´ve got it on my
own
And i´ve got to do it with you
And i´ve got to do it
with you again(got to say)
Do it with your back self
3x
Every man needs a woman
Every woman, needs a
man
Closer together they would be
Cheering the world so
free
And love will fall apart
You´re still in
my...
Paz... Jah Bless!!!
Am do ui
You got to pay
your dues ui
I´m do baby ui
And im a do you too ui (one
more time)
(hey woman)
You´ve got your love
And i
got mine
And then we put then together
Cause they gonna
work so fine
Still i got the woman i got you on my
mind

And i´ve got together with you
And i´ve got to
do it with you again(got to say)

Do it with your back
self 3x
(Thank you woman)
Cause every man needs a
woman
Every woman, every woman needs a man
Closer
together they would be
Cheering the world so free
And
love will fall apart
You´re still in my...
Still i´ve
got the woman i´ve got it on my own
And i´ve got to do it
with you
And i´ve got to do it with you again(got to
say)
Do it with your back self 3x
Every man needs a
woman
Every woman, needs a man
Closer together they
would be
Cheering the world so free
And love will fall
apart
You´re still in my...

. . .


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