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(We don't need) No, we don't need (no more trouble) no more trouble! (We don't need no more trouble) Wo! Oh-oh-oh! (We don't need) We don't need no (no more) trouble! We don't need no trouble! (We don't need no more trouble) Make love and not war! 'Cause we don't need no trouble. What we need is love (love) To guide and protect us on. (on) If you hope good down from above, (love) Help the weak if you are strong now. (love) We don't need no trouble; What we need is love. Oh, no! We don't need - we don't need - no more trouble! Lord knows, we don't need no trouble! (We don't need) We don't need trouble (no more trouble) - no more trouble - no more trouble! Seek happiness! (...) Oh, ...! Come on, you all and speak of love. (...) Oh, yeah! We don't need no trouble; What we need is love, now. (What we need is love!) (We don't need) Oh, we don't need no more trouble! We don't need, no - we don't need no trouble! We don't (need) - no, brothers and sisters ... (no more trouble!) We don't need no trouble; we don't need no trouble! We don't need no trouble! What we need is love! We don't need - we don't need no more - we don't need - no more trouble - we don't need no more trouble! Trouble we don't need (we don't need), (We don't need) Lord, knows! - we don't need no more war (no more trouble). No more trouble - we don't need no more - more trouble! / out |
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| 2. |
| 3:47 |
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I, rebel music I, rebel music Why can't we roam this open country Oh why can't we be what we want to be We want to be free 3 o'clock - roadblock, curfew And I've got to throw away Yes I've got to throw away Yes I've got to throw away My little herb stalk I, rebel music I, rebel music Take my soul and suss me out Check my life if I am in doubt 3 o'clock - roadblock And hey Mr. Cop, ain't got no (What you say down there) Ain't got no birth certificate on me now I, rebel music I, rebel music Take my soul and suss me out Check my life if I am in doubt 3 o'clock - roadblock And hey Mr. Cop, ain't got no (What you say down there) Ain't got no birth certificate on me now. |
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| 3. |
| 4:22 |
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(Wo-o-o-o! Wo-o-o-o! Wooo!) Woman hold her head and cry, 'Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died From a stray bullet. Woman hold her head and cry; Explaining to her was a passerby Who saw the woman cry (cry) Wondering how can she work it out, Now she knows that the wages of sin is death, yeah! Gift of Jah is life. (life) She cried: Ah-um, I - I know! "Johnny was a good man," I - I know! (never did a thing wrong) "Johnny was a good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good, good man", (Johnny was good man) she cried - she crie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ied! Wo-ooh! Woman hold her head and cry, As her son had been shot down in the street and died Just because of the system. (system) Woman hold her head and cry; Comforting her I was passing by. She complained, then she cry: Oh-ooh-wo-ah, cry (ah-ah), yeah, I know now (ah-ah), no I know, I know now: (Johnny was a good man) Said I know, mm-mm-mm-mm-mm. (Never did a thing wrong) Ah! Ah! (Johnny was a good man) Can a woman tender care, she cried, (Never did a thing wrong) Cease towards the child she bear? (Johnny was a good man) Wo-ho-ho-ooh! Woman cry, woman - (Never did a thing wrong) She cried, wo-oh! She cried, yeah! (Johnny was a good man) Can a woman tender care Cease towards the child she bear? (Never did a thing wrong) Wo-now, cry! (Johnny was a good man) |
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| 4. |
| 4:12 |
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No sun will shine in my day today (No sun will shine.) The high yellow moon won't come out to play (Won't come out to play.) Darkness has covered my light (and has changed,) And has changed my day into night Now where is this love to be found, won't someone tell me? 'Cause life, sweet life, must be somewhere to be found, yeah Instead of a concrete jungle where the livin' is hardest Concrete jungle, oh man, you've got to do your best, yeah. No chains around my feet, but I'm not free I know I am bound here in captivity And I've never known happiness, and I've never known sweet caresses Still, I be always laughing like a clown Won't someone help me? Cause, sweet life, I've, I've got to pick myself from off the ground, yeah In this here concrete jungle, I say, what do you got for me now? Concrete jungle, oh, why won't you let me be now? I said life must be somewhere to be found, yeah Instead of a concrete jungle, illusion, confusion Concreate jungle, yeah Concrete jungle, you name it, we got it, concrete jungle now Concrete jungle, what do you got for me now |
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| 4:17 |
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Hear the words of the Rastaman say: "Babylon, you throne gone down, gone down; Babylon, you throne gone down." Said I hear the words of the Iyaman say: "Babylon, you throne gone down, gone down; Babylon, you throne gone down." --- /Short instrumental break/ --- And I hear the angel with the seven seals say: "Babylon throne gone down, gone down; Babylon throne gone down." --- /Short instrumental break/ --- I say fly away home to Zion (fly away home); I say fly away home to Zion (fly away home). One bright morning when my work is over, Man will fly away home. --- /Short instrumental break/ --- One bright morning when my work is over, Man will fly away home. One bright morning when my work is over, Man will fly away home. Say one bright morning when my work is over, Man will fly away home. |
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| 6. |
| 3:55 |
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Guiltiness (talkin' 'bout guiltiness) Pressed on their conscience. Oh yeah. And they live their lives (they live their lives) On false pretence everyday - each and everyday. Yeah. These are the big fish Who always try to eat down the small fish, just the small fish. I tell you what: they would do anything To materialize their every wish. Oh yeah-eah-eah-eah. Say: Woe to the downpressors: They'll eat the bread of sorrow! Woe to the downpressors: They'll eat the bread of sad tomorrow! Woe to the downpressors: They'll eat the bread of sorrow! Oh, yeah-eah! Oh, yeah-eah-eah-eah! Guiltiness Pressed on their conscience. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. These are the big fish Who always try to eat down the small fish, just the small fish. I tell you what: they would do anything To materialize their every wish. Oh, yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah. But: Woe to the downpressors: They'll eat the bread of sorrow! Woe to the downpressors: They'll eat the bread of sad tomorrow! Woe to the downpressors: They'll eat the bread of sad tomorrow! Oh, yeah-eah! Oh yeah-e-e-e-e-e! Guiltiness. Oh yeah. Ah! They'll eat the bread of sorrow everyday. |
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| 7. |
| 5:46 |
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Turn your lights down low And pull your window curtains; Oh, let Jah moon come shining in ?br />Into our life again, Sayin': ooh, it's been a long, long (long, long, long, long) time; I kept this message for you, girl, But it seems I was never on time; Still I wanna get through to you, girlie, On time - on time. I want to give you some love (good, good lovin'); I want to give you some good, good lovin' (good, good lovin'). Oh, I - oh, I - oh, I, Say, I want to give you some good, good lovin' (good, good lovin'): Turn your lights down low; Never try to resist, oh no! , let my love come tumbling in ?br />Into our life again, Sayin': ooh, I love ya! And I want you to know right now, I love ya! And I want you to know right now, 'Cause I - that I - I want to give you some love, oh-ooh! I want to give you some good, good lovin'; Oh, I - I want to give you some love; Sayin': I want to give you some good, good lovin': Turn your lights down low, wo-oh! Never - never try to resist, oh no! Ooh, let my love - ooh, let my love come tumbling in ?br />Into our life again. Oh, I want to give you some good, good lovin' (good, good lovin |
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| 8. |
| 3:59 |
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Jam, jam, jam, jam, jam, jam, jam, jam, jam, jam!We're jam, jam, jam, jam, jam, jam, jam, jam, jam, jam!Zion! Ho-o-o-o-oly Mount Zion [heavy echo]Jah-Jah sitteth in Mount Zion! [heavy echo]And rules all creation, yeah, yeah! Well, well! [heavy echo]Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord!Jam, jam, jam, jam, jam, jam, jam, jam, jam, jam!We're jammin'& 58;I wanna jam it wid you.We're jammin',And I hope you like jammin', too.Ain't no rules, ain't no vow, we can do it anyhow& 58;I'n'I will see you through;Everyday we pay the price with a little sacrifice,Jammin' till the jam is through. Ooh, yea-ea-ea-eah.We're jammin' -To think that jammin' was a thing of the past;We're jammin',And I hope this jam is gonna last.No bullet can stop us now, we neither beg nor we won't bow;Neither can be bought nor sold.We all defend the right; Jah - Jah children must unite& 58;Your life is worth much more than gold. Ooh, yea-ea-ea-eah.We're jammin'Now we're jammin' in the name of the Lord;We're jammin', jammin';Now we're jammin' right straight from yard. Oh, yea-ea-eah!Holy Mount Zion;Holy Mount Zion& 58;Jah sitteth in Mount ZionAnd rules all creation. Eah, well!We're jammin',I wanna jam it wid you,Oh, yea-ea-eah!We're jammin' (jammin', jammin', jammin'),I'm jammed& 58; I hope you're jammin', too.Jam's about my pride and truth I cannot hideTo keep you satisfied.Love that now exist, true love I can't resist,Jam by my side. Oh, yea-ea-yeah!Jammin' (jammin', jammin', jammin') -I wanna jam it wid you.We're jammin' (jammin'), jammin' (jammin'), jammin' (jammin'),Hope you like jammin', too.---/Guitar solo// out/--- |
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| 4:04 |
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Uh, ah-oh-oh! I went downtown, (I went downtown) I saw Miss Brown; (said, I saw Miss Brown) She had brown sugar (had brown sugar) All over her booga-wooga. (over her booga-wooga) I think I might join the fun, (I might join the fun) But I had to hit and run. (had to hit and run) See I just can't settle down (just can't settle down) In a kinky part of town. Ride on; Don't you know I've got to (ride on), oh baby, Ride on; see I just can't settle down. (ride on) Oh, I'm a leavin' town. (kinky reggae) Kinky reggae, take me away! (kinky reggae, now) Kinky reggae, now! Oh, kinky reggae; all I've got to say, kinky reggae, now! Kinky reggae, oh baby! Kinky reggae, now! It's gonna be kinky reggae (keep it up). Kinky reggae, now! An' I would say& 58; ride on, ride on, ride on (ride on)! Oh, ride on, baby! Ride on, come on, woo-o-o! (ride on) Wo-now! Eh! I went down to Piccadilly Circus; (ooh-ooh-ooh) Down there I saw Marcus& 58; (oo-oo-oo-ooh) He had a candy tar (ooh-ooh-ooh) All over his chocolate bar. (oo-oo-oo-ooh) I think I might join the fun, (I might join the fun) But I had to hit and run. (had to hit and run) See I just can't settle down (just can't settle down) In a kinky, kinky part of town. Nice one; that's what they say, (nice one) But I'm leavin' you today. (nice one) Oh, darlin', please don't pay& 58; (nice one) Mama say - mama say. Kinky reggae - kinky reggae, uh! Kinky reggae, now! Take it or leave it! Kinky reggae, believe it! Kinky reggae, now! Kinky reggae - it's gonna be& 58; kinky reggae! Kinky reggae, now! Cuka-yeah, now! Kinky reggae - sca-ba-dool-ya-bung, baby! Kinky reggae, now, oh-oh-ooh! (Ride on!) Ride on! Come on, yeah! (Ride on) Riding on - riding on! Ride on, kinky reggae. Come on, ride on! Eh! Eh! Kinky, kinky, kinky as kinky (kinky reggae) can be ! Reggae! Eh! Kinky reggae! Let me hear ya say, now& 58; kinky reggae, now. Oh! Kinky reggae! Kinky reggae, now! Kick it away! Kinky reggae - kick it away, now! Kinky reggae, now, oh! Ride on! / out |
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| 4:04 |
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Play I some music (dis a) reggae music! Play I some music (dis a) reggae music! Roots, rock, reggae dis a reggae music! Roots, rock, reggae dis a reggae music!Hey, Mister Music, sure sounds good to me! I can't refuse it what to be got to be. Feel like dancing, dance 'cause we are free; Feel like dancing, come dance with me!Roots, rock, reggae dis a reggae music! Roots, rock, reggae, yeah! Dis a reggae music! Play I some music dis a reggae music! Play I some music; dis a reggae music!Play I on the R&B - wo-oh! Want all my people to see We're bubblin' on the Top 100, just like a mighty dread! Play I on the R&B; want all my people to see We bubblin' on the Top 100, just like a mighty dread!Roots, rock, reggae dis a reggae music! Uh-uh! Roots, rock, reggae, ee-mi duba! Dis a reggae music! Play I some music (dis a reggae music!) Play I some music (dis a reggae music!) Play I on the R&B; I want all my people to see (doo-doo-doo-doo!) We bubblin' on the Top 100, just like a mighty dread! (doo-doo-doo-doo!) Play I some music (dis a) reggae music! Play I some music (dis a) reggae music! (Dis a reggae music!) (Dis a reggae music!) /fadeout |
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| 5:06 |
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This morning I woke up in a curfew Oh god, I was a prisoner too - yeah Could not recognise the faces standing over me They were all dressed in uniforms of brutality How many rivers do we have to cross Before we can talk to the boss All that we got seems lost We must have really paid the cost (That's why we gonna be) Burnin' and a-lootin' tonight (Say we gonna burn and loot) Burnin' and a-lootin' tonight (One more thing) Burnin all pollution tonight (Oh yeah, yeah) Burning all illusions tonight Oh stop them Give me the food and let me grow Let the roots man take a blow All them drugs gonna make you slow now It's not the music of the ghetto Weeping and a-wailing tonight (Ooh can't stop the tears) Weepin' and a-wailin' tonight (We've been suffering all these long, long years) Weeping and a-wailing tonight Give me the food and let me grow Let the roots man take a blow All them drugs gonna make you slow now It's not the music of the ghetto We gonna be burnin' and a-lootin' tonight (To survive, yeah) Burnin' and a-lootin' tonight (Save your babies lives) Burning all pollution tonight Burning all illusions tonight Burnin and lootin tonight Burnin and lootin tonight |
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