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 sorrow and dance.
Forget your sickness and dance.
Forget your weakness and dance.
Cost of living get so high,
Rich and poor, they start a 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 rain 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 angry mob is a angry mob.
A rain a-fall but the dirt it tough;
A pot a-cook but the food no ‘nough.
A angry man is a angry man.
A rain a-fall but the dirt it tough;
A pot a-cook but the food no ‘nough.
(Repeat)
A angry mob is a angry mob.
Bob Marley! How cool are you?? 🙂
do we have to cross
before we can talk to the boss?
I worked for a Jamaican reggae magazine in the 80s – spent time in Mo Bay and Kingston. Loved it! Love the music. Love the spirituality. Love the rebellion. It’s truly the voice of the people.
I don’t wanna wait in vain for your love.
From the very first time I rest my eyes on you, girl,
My heart says follow through.
But I know, now, that I’m way down on your line,
But the waitin’ feel is fine:
So don’t treat me like a puppet on a string,
‘Cause I know I have to do my thing.
Don’t talk to me as if you think I’m dumb;
I wanna know when you’re gonna come – soon.
I don’t wanna wait in vain for your love;
I don’t wanna wait in vain for your love;
I don’t wanna wait in vain for your love,
‘Cause if summer is here,
I’m still waiting there;
Winter is here,
And I’m still waiting there.
Like I said:
It’s been three years since I’m knockin’ on your door,
And I still can knock some more:
Ooh girl, ooh girl, is it feasible?
I wanna know now, for I to knock some more.
Ya see, in life I know there’s lots of grief,
But your love is my relief:
Tears in my eyes burn – tears in my eyes burn
While I’m waiting – while I’m waiting for my turn,
See!
I don’t wanna wait in vain for your love;
I don’t wanna wait in vain for your love…
than the torments of the flu I experienced most of last week. NEVER have I been so completely debilitated for so LONG by a flu.
Apparently it’s nationwide — RenaRF (Kossack) in Wash. D.C. told me her husband was laid flat by it for 10 days. My mother reports the same of two coworkers in northern Michigan. SO, too, my friend Jessica’s mother in Austin and my other friend Mary in a suburb of Chicago.
Curiously, aside from the VERY blue city if Austi in the red state of Texas, no reports of this flu outbreak in RED states…
(from people I know, at any rate — okay, I don’t KNOW anyone in red states, which blows my theory to hell, sure, but…)
Conspiracy? The GOVERNMENT planted this flu!
Glad you’re better, even if better is relative.
If my son, in little deep blue Lawrence, Kansas, reports a sudden outbreak of virulent flu and the rest of this state remains flu-less, I’ll report back!
but I didn’t shoot no deputy
And you done know the men have youth and youth a come up
And you see when and the father drop out
Dem no know no father so dem come up tun gunman
Me done know, because a so de ghetto
run a so the politician do it
dem bring in a bag a gun
and barrage a ting and seen run pon youth and then
when you check it out.
Dem send dem police friend to come for dem gun
and dem say dem not running gun and dem tings deh
and bere tings in a ghetto.
Seen man no stop kill man.
Seen man no stop rob man.
A no dem thing deh want in a Jamaica
We want love, unity, seen, strength and energy.
Seen, dem have flour mill and cement company,
the most worst industry inna di whole caribbean country.
Man know from man did bawn
we got no royalty, know what me say?
Yeah build up all one place we dem call Texaco
Them sinting we dem a store
Gas for plane, gas to this, gas to that, gas to everything
Dem nuh want I and I elevate out the slum
cause dem know who we have hole heap of wisdom.
Same way we mek paper, we mek use of dat too, see?
We done know seh our mother and out father
never have nothing, from way down dessuh
Pax
we can’t forget our past
So dry your tears I say
No woman, no cry
Open your eyes and look within:
Are you satisfied (with the life you’re living)?
We know where we’re going, uh!
We know where we’re from.
We’re leaving Babylon,
We’re going to our Father land.
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds.
So much have been said, so little been done
They still killin’ – killin’ the people
And they – and they havin’ havin’-a – havin’-a lots of fun –
Killin’ the people, havin’ their fun!
They just want to be the leader
In the ‘ouse of the risin’ sun.
But no matter what the crisis is
live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up!
Thanks for keeping me up an extra two hours. I’ve been a Bob fan for more than 30 years and listen to him every day.
“Sex is just a means of production” – Bertolt Brecht
cat is named for Bob…
Marley kitty….
Nice. My best buddie’s name is “Rastadog”.
pass the dutchie, booman.
Now dancing. It’s a wonderful life!