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from Ub40 - Present/ The Fathers Of Reggae (2002)
I thought I knew you well, your right and wrong
Thought I could steal your secrets and put them in a song I thought that you'd be waiting patiently for me That only I could see You build me up and tell me lies You hold my hand, say close your eyes You're always pulling me down You make me lower my expectations You're always pulling me down Why do you complicate situations You're always pulling me down I don't know what else to do I'm still in love with you I wish that I could see things through your eyes I want to lift the veil and penetrate your lies I want to take your truth and hold it in my hand Maybe then I'll understand You contradict in a thousand ways You call the tune and guess who pays |
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from UB40 - Geffery Morgan (1992)
Oh doctor help me please
I'm dying, crippled with disease My Body's aching limb to limb My bones are glowing through my skin When I look up into black skies Mushrooms grow before my eyes Doctor save me if you can I'm a desperate man repeat As he lay thinking he was dead A burning pain short through his head He looked into those tired old eyes Heard forty years of anguished cries And this doctor said Your eyes were open But you shut them with your mouth You always heard But you weren't doing the screaming You'd only just woken But Already, you'd forgotten, What you were dreaming Such a sad case The failure of a human race |
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from UB40 - Geffery Morgan (1992)
We can drag you out of bed in the middle of the night
Drive tanks along your street looking for a flight We can put you in a cell an dash away the key Make you stand against the wall torture chamber stylee The reason is simple, it's obvious to see We can shoot at you but you can't kill we Don't you see, don't you see, your not an army The reason is simple, it's obvious to see Right is on your side but the media's with we Don`t you see, don't you see, your not an army The thing you must remember since these troubles first began Were supported by a tax paying population And if the rest of this world is against we It's a fact that the people of this country won't see They can give you a trial by military But you won't be sentenced politically You'll be beat by other prisoners for political views But you just another killer when we read it in the news |
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from UB40 - Signing Off/Present Arms In Dub/Rat In The Kitchen (1994)
Chorus
You could meet somebody, you never know From brief encounters habits grow Into giant oaks that hide the sun Life in the shadows ain't no fun It's easy getting up there Never think of coming down Not hard to say "I want you" When you're floating on a cloud But you know that lonely feeling When nothing's going right 'Cause it's only the beginning Of a cold and sleepless night Chorus You could meet somebody, you never know From brief encounters habits grow Into giant oaks that hide the sun Your only chance is to turn and run It's harder getting up there And it's painful coming down And now you can't see clearly Beneath the thunder cloud And the loneliness gets longer When nothing's going right And things ain't getting any better With another sleepless night Chorus You could meet somebody, you never know From brief encounters habits grow Into giant oaks that hide the sun Your only chance is to turn and run |
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from Ub40 - Present/ The Fathers Of Reggae (2002)
Chorus
You could meet somebody, you never know From brief encounters habits grow Into giant oaks that hide the sun Life in the shadows ain't no fun It's easy getting up there Never think of coming down Not hard to say "I want you" When you're floating on a cloud But you know that lonely feeling When nothing's going right 'Cause it's only the beginning Of a cold and sleepless night Chorus You could meet somebody, you never know From brief encounters habits grow Into giant oaks that hide the sun Your only chance is to turn and run It's harder getting up there And it's painful coming down And now you can't see clearly Beneath the thunder cloud And the loneliness gets longer When nothing's going right And things ain't getting any better With another sleepless night Chorus You could meet somebody, you never know From brief encounters habits grow Into giant oaks that hide the sun Your only chance is to turn and run |
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from UB40 - Cover Up (2001)
WRITE OFF THE DEBT (Chorus)
ME SAY WRITE OFF THE DEBT ME SAY WRITE OFF THE DEBT AND STOP THE THIRD WORLD A FRET I SAY THE IMF PUT ON TOO MUCH INTEREST CERTAIN MAN PON THE STREETS CAN'T EVEN BUY A LITTLE VEST I SAID THE EAST AND THE WEST THEM JUST A BUILD UP DEM CHEST CERTAIN MAN IN THE THIRD WORLD CAN'T EVEN DIGEST, A LITTLE FOOD BUT NO BOTHER TAKE THEM MAN DEH AS NO FOOL COS' YOU KNOW SAY DEM TEACH AND GO A GOOD SCHOOL ME SAY LORD A GOD A MERCY DEM LEARN UP ALL THE RULES SO NO BOTHER PATRONISE DEM COS ALL DEM NEED IS THE TOOLS ME SAY OVER THE MILLENNIUM ME SAY WHAT A BOMB ME SAY A WHOLE HEAP OF RIGHT ME SAY A WHOLE HEAP OF WRONG I SAY IT'S TIME TO COME TOGETHER AND SING WE OWN SONG AND MAKE THE SHOOTING AND ALL THE KILLING AND THE FIGHTING HAVE FE DONE I SAY THE IMF WIPE OFF THE LUMP SUM YOU KNOW SAY ME BREDREN THAT WOULD A HANDSOME SO COME ON FE ME POSSE LETS REHEARSE UP THIS SONG AND HOPE SAY DEM MAN YAH DON'T TAKE TOO LONG ME SAY WRITE OFF THE DEBT (Chorus) ME SAY WRITE OFF THE DEBT AND STOP THE THIRD WORLD A FRET PICTURE A WORLD WITH NO MORE HURT AND PAIN PICUTURE A WORLD WHERE WE ARE ALL THE SAME MAYBE NOT IN MIND BUT IN SPIRIT MUST DO THE RIGHT THING TO EASE THE PAIN YES ME BREDEN THAT WOULD A WICKED |
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from UB40 - Labour Of Love 2 (1992)
Where were you on our wedding day
I got the bad news that you went away Where were you little girl I say Where were you on our wedding day Give me back my ring I ain't gonna let you keep a thing Where were you when I said I do Everybody laughing at my fine new suit Now were where you on our wedding day Give me back my ring. I ain't gonna let you keep a thing Now where were you when I searched the town I turned the whole neighbourhood up side down Now where were you little girl I say. Where were you on our wedding day Give me back my ring I ain't gonna let you keep a thing Give me back my ring I ain't gonna let you keep a thing Where were you when I said I do Everybody laughing at my fine new suit Now where were you little girl I say. Where were you on our wedding day Give me back my ring I ain't gonna let you keep a thing Now where were you when I searched the town I turned the whole neighbourhood up side down Now where were you little girl I say. Where were you on our wedding day Give me back my ring I ain't gonna let you keep a thing |
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from UB40 - Labour Of Love 2 (1992)
Where were you on our wedding day
I got the bad news that you went away Where were you little girl I say Where were you on our wedding day Give me back my ring I ain't gonna let you keep a thing Where were you when I said I do Everybody laughing at my fine new suit Now were where you on our wedding day Give me back my ring. I ain't gonna let you keep a thing Now where were you when I searched the town I turned the whole neighbourhood up side down Now where were you little girl I say. Where were you on our wedding day Give me back my ring I ain't gonna let you keep a thing Give me back my ring I ain't gonna let you keep a thing Where were you when I said I do Everybody laughing at my fine new suit Now where were you little girl I say. Where were you on our wedding day Give me back my ring I ain't gonna let you keep a thing Now where were you when I searched the town I turned the whole neighbourhood up side down Now where were you little girl I say. Where were you on our wedding day Give me back my ring I ain't gonna let you keep a thing |
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from UB40 - Labour Of Love 2 (1992)
I'm gonna wear you to the ball tonight
Put on your best dress tonight Did you hear what the man said baby Well be your best 'cause this gonna be a musical test So come to school, and I take up the musical rule Give me soul brothers and give me soul sisters Come To I and maybe you can make it if you try So be wise and be changing, put on your best Because I got your musical key Rub it baby, I said scrub it, yeah. Cause I'm tougher than tough And that ain't no bluff Maybe it's because I've got the musical stuff I'm gonna make you the talk of the town No use wearing a frown Though those other guys may put you down I'm gonna let you wear my crown Though those other guys may put you down You'll wear my crown Wow ! Chick-a-bow, chick-a-bow, chick-a-bow, chick-a-bow wow wow Give me soul brothers and give me soul sisters Don't beg for no mercy Move it up, break it up! Tell you bout it, it's good Wow! she's got it, she's got it, she's got it, she's got it Though those other guys may put you down I'm gonna let you wear my crown And we are going to have a musical ball So get on the ball and don't stall, I beg you baby Wow! Tell you about it, it's good I'm gonna wear you to the ball tonight Put on your best dress tonight That's for sure Play brand new musical discs from the flick of my wrist, baby Wow! Tell you about it, she's got it She's got it, she's got it Chick-a-bow, chick-a-bow, chick-a-bow, chick-a-bow wow wow I'm gonna wear you to the ball tonight Put on your best dress tonight I'm gonna make you the talk of the town No use wearing a frown |
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from UB40 - Labour Of Love 2 (1992)
I'm gonna wear you to the ball tonight
Put on your best dress tonight Did you hear what the man said baby Well be your best 'cause this gonna be a musical test So come to school, and I take up the musical rule Give me soul brothers and give me soul sisters Come To I and maybe you can make it if you try So be wise and be changing, put on your best Because I got your musical key Rub it baby, I said scrub it, yeah. Cause I'm tougher than tough And that ain't no bluff Maybe it's because I've got the musical stuff I'm gonna make you the talk of the town No use wearing a frown Though those other guys may put you down I'm gonna let you wear my crown Though those other guys may put you down You'll wear my crown Wow ! Chick-a-bow, chick-a-bow, chick-a-bow, chick-a-bow wow wow Give me soul brothers and give me soul sisters Don't beg for no mercy Move it up, break it up! Tell you bout it, it's good Wow! she's got it, she's got it, she's got it, she's got it Though those other guys may put you down I'm gonna let you wear my crown And we are going to have a musical ball So get on the ball and don't stall, I beg you baby Wow! Tell you about it, it's good I'm gonna wear you to the ball tonight Put on your best dress tonight That's for sure Play brand new musical discs from the flick of my wrist, baby Wow! Tell you about it, she's got it She's got it, she's got it Chick-a-bow, chick-a-bow, chick-a-bow, chick-a-bow wow wow I'm gonna wear you to the ball tonight Put on your best dress tonight I'm gonna make you the talk of the town No use wearing a frown |
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from UB40 - Signing Off/Present Arms In Dub/Rat In The Kitchen (1994)
You try to close your ears
And you try to close your eyes But the blasphemies keep coming Tempting you with lies Give thanks for your protection Your watchdogs of the night Who hold the hungry wolves at bay And keep them out of sight, out of sight You just don't understand it But it strikes a distant chord So you look for away of escaping And sanity's restored Give thanks for your protection Your watchdogs of the night Who hold the hungry wolves at bay And keep them out of sight, out of sight You focus your direction Cloak tightly pulled around But somewhere in the distance You can hear a haunting sound Give thanks for your protection Your watchdogs of the night Who hold the hungry wolves at bay And keep them out of sight, out of sight - 간 주 중 - Give thanks for your protection Your watchdogs of the night Who hold the hungry wolves at bay And keep them out of sight, out of sight You're in danger of corruption And you're always running scared You cannot make decisions You're completely unprepared Give thanks for your protection Your watchdogs of the night Who hold the hungry wolves at bay And keep them out of sight, out of sight |
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from Ub40 - Present/ The Fathers Of Reggae (2002)
You try to close your ears
And you try to close your eyes But the blasphemies keep coming Tempting you with lies Chorus Give thanks for your protection Your watchdogs of the night Who hold the hungry wolves at bay And keep them out of sight, out of sight You just don't understand it But it strikes a distant chord So you look for away of escaping And sanity's restored Chorus Give thanks for your protection Your ....... Etc You focus your direction Cloak tightly pulled around But somewhere in the distance You can hear a haunting sound Chorus Give thanks for your protection Your ....... Etc You're in danger of corruption And you're always running scared You cannot make decisions You're completely unprepared Chorus Give thanks for your protection Your ....... Etc |
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from UB40 - Cover Up (2001)
I've been away
High on a breeze Tasted the salt of the seven blue seas Verse 1 Washed upon shores Sun in my eyes Stayed long enough just to say my goodbyes... I walked in the rain Wet me through and through Following rainbows that lead me back to you Chorus I've always believed In what I've been told Where rainbows end there's a pot of gold... I'll read the stars Talk to the moon Stop when I hear somebody playing our tune Verse 2 Any excuse And you'll see me Drifting back home to the place I should be... Some people say Listen to me Mostly I find that I disagree Verse 3 They tell me to change Set myself free I'm not convinced I don't want to be me Maybe I'll stay Maybe I'll go Maybe I'll stick around I don't know Verse 4 One thing for sure This I can say I'm coming back; I've been so far away |
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from UB40 - Cover Up (2001)
Tell me somethin' chorus
How come you walk on me land so? How come you walk on me land so? And tell me that it's yours (repeat chorus) For you to use as you see fit verse 1 So me and mine are forced to quit And watch you devastating it And tell me it belongs to you You have the right, and I am wrong You call the tune, I sing your song And where I live, I don't belong you tell me it belongs to you (repeat chorus) You have the right, and I am wrong verse 2 You call the tune, I sing your song And where I live, I won't be log You tell me it belongs to you You get the riches, I have none I do your work, you have the fun I breathe your air, you block my sun And tell me it belongs to you (repeat chorus) |
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from UB40 - Baggariddim (1985)
Dais a de start and not the finish na go deal it with ace
I like to ride up in the ridim wid de treble and the base Not a courtroom could a hold me cause they wouldn`t have a case So don`t you hurry don`t rush me no in a no haste Me na go chat dais one fast ca a no race me a race Cas Sis V de pan de mike I beg you keep up the pace And who a star wid Mr T it`s hannibal, murdock and face I`m sure you noticed on the mike that I am in the right place I`m gonna chat it in a style and chat it in a grace Eat good food drink good you know thats to my taste Now make sure eat it drink it all off na make none go to waste And who`s aeoberti upon Falcon Crest you know him a chase Se that the top of the crew Sis V I may seem See that me deal wid realism get guided by all my dream Now rasberry ripple as you know it is my favourite ice-cream So when me step in a de dance in my gear I just gleam I am the top mile women thats why I`m standing so keen Don`t wa fe hear no pirate chat ca dem no in a my team Se dat me de pan level vibes so chatting this I`m the queen Why don`t you shake a leg why don`t you rock and come in Don`t bother fight in a de dance don`t want police an the scene To sparkle all the polishing you`ll have to use Mr Sheen Incredible Hulk transformation gigantic and green So when you look in a him face he stares at you really mean I like to eat up my steak better make sure it lean Just add some rice add some dumplin but leave out the bean Me na go to resturant sit down and eat three course meal Me a chat it verbally don`t want it signed stampedor sealed In a de old avengers starred steed and Mrs Peel Who Robbie Box that gambler on the programme Big Deal This one is live and direct so you know it`s for real I don`t respect dais ya system don`t expect me to kneel Cause Jesus Christ worked his miracle many man ham did heal Ca man dem make out a flesh and robots made our of steel They might can operate like man unlike man they can`t feel Don`t bother mix with no informer cause on you they might squeal Cas me se when you have a spliff you must kark it And when you have a dog you must walk it Cause it might just do a number two upon your carpet You have to get down on your knee and begin to clean it Well in a de white house Mr Reagen a sit And when me go a nasa dema launch rocket So when a got a needle save myself nine stitch While Joan Collins she`s starring as the super bitch Now I`m not exactly poor but I`m certainly ain`t rich I`m gonna preach it right don`t bother call me hypercrit Don`t want hear Tony Butler me no check fe critic Ca when I get a curly perm Jahman just use a home kit And if I`m forced to hear a pirate dash dem down a snake pit Mak pirina knam dem tear them flesh bit by bit Ca sister de pan de mile and I have got nough lyric Jim Davidson teasing Plice with his catch phrase nick nich Upon my wrist I wear a watch how does it go tock tick And who is starring with Magnum Higgins TC and Rick Ca Tony labour SDP Jahman dem all make me sick Because dem na go get my vote ca me no vote for politic A me a Sister V upon the mike coming through Se me a top a de chart Jahman and top of the crew |
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from UB40 - Singing Off (1980)
Appeal to the governor of Louisiana
You may get an answer the process is slow Federal government too much to help him It's been nearly five years And they won't let him go Chorus Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so What right do we have to say it's not so Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so What right do we have to say it's not so Testify under pressure, a racist jury Government lawyers its all for show With rows of white faces False accusations He's framed up for murder They won't let him go Chorus Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so What right do we have to say it's not so Tyler ..... Etc Police gun was planted No matching bullets No prints on the handle, no proof to show But tyler is guilty the white judge has said so They show him no mercy They won't let him go Chorus Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so What right do we have to say it's not so Tyler...... Etc Appeal to the governor of Louisiana You may get an answer the process is slow Federal government too much to help him It's been nearly five years And they won't let him go Chorus Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so What right do we have to say it's not so Tyler .... Etc |
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from UB40 - The Ub40 File (1992)
Appeal to the governor of Louisiana
You may get an answer the process is slow Federal government too much to help him It's been nearly five years And they won't let him go Chorus Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so What right do we have to say it's not so Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so What right do we have to say it's not so Testify under pressure, a racist jury Government lawyers its all for show With rows of white faces False accusations He's framed up for murder They won't let him go Chorus Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so What right do we have to say it's not so Tyler ..... Etc Police gun was planted No matching bullets No prints on the handle, no proof to show But tyler is guilty the white judge has said so They show him no mercy They won't let him go Chorus Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so What right do we have to say it's not so Tyler...... Etc Appeal to the governor of Louisiana You may get an answer the process is slow Federal government too much to help him It's been nearly five years And they won't let him go Chorus Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so What right do we have to say it's not so Tyler .... Etc |
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from UB40 - Signing Off/Present Arms In Dub/Rat In The Kitchen (1994)
Appeal to the governor of Louisiana
You may get an answer the process is slow Federal government too much to help him It's been nearly five years And they won't let him go Chorus Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so What right do we have to say it's not so Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so What right do we have to say it's not so Testify under pressure, a racist jury Government lawyers its all for show With rows of white faces False accusations He's framed up for murder They won't let him go Chorus Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so What right do we have to say it's not so Tyler ..... Etc Police gun was planted No matching bullets No prints on the handle, no proof to show But tyler is guilty the white judge has said so They show him no mercy They won't let him go Chorus Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so What right do we have to say it's not so Tyler...... Etc Appeal to the governor of Louisiana You may get an answer the process is slow Federal government too much to help him It's been nearly five years And they won't let him go Chorus Tyler is guilty the white judge has said so What right do we have to say it's not so Tyler .... Etc |
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from Ub40 - Promises And Lies (1993)
Chorus
Are you wondering why No one talks any more And all you hear Is the cry for war Are you wondering if There are people who Hurt inside the same as you There are grey-faced men always telling me Things ain't like they used to be You kids have got no self respect Wake up old man to your neglect It's dog eat dog It's hand to mouth It's east and west It's north and south Just like you drummed it into me Things ain't like they used to be I'll tell you why I can't afford To hang my hopes upon your word And when I'm done, I'll join the queue And take my chance, no thanks to you It's in or out It's stop and go It isn't what It's who you know I've heard you, now can you hear me Things ain't like they used to be Ancient rules for ancient men But this is now and that was then Don't lay your heavy hand on me And sink me in your poison sea It's us and them It's me and you It's guessing games It's what to do Exactly like you said to me Things ain't like they used to be Chorus Are you wondering why No one talks any more And all you hear Is the cry for war Are you wondering if There are people who Hurt inside the same as you |
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from Black Rain (블랙 레인) by Hans Zimmer [ost] (1989)
<< The Way You Do The Things You Do >>
--- UB40 You got a smile so bright You know you could have been a candle I'm holding you so tight You know you could have been a handle The way you swept me off my feet You know you could've been a broom And baby you smell so sweet You know you could've been some perfume Chorus Well you could of been anything that you wanted to I can tell The way you do the things you do As pretty as you are You know you could've been a flower If good looks were minutes You know you could have been an hour The way you stole my heart You know you could have been a crook And baby your so smart You know you could have been a school book Chorus Well you could of been ....... Etc You make my life so rich You know you could've been some money And baby you're so sweet You know you could have been some honey Chorus Well you could of been ....... Etc As pretty as you are You know you could've been a flower If good looks were minutes You know you could have been an hour The way you stole my heart You know you could have been a crook And baby your so smart You know you could have been a school book Chorus Well you could of been ....... Etc |
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from UB40 - Labour Of Love 2 (1992)
<< The Way You Do The Things You Do >>
--- UB40 You got a smile so bright You know you could have been a candle I'm holding you so tight You know you could have been a handle The way you swept me off my feet You know you could've been a broom And baby you smell so sweet You know you could've been some perfume Chorus Well you could of been anything that you wanted to I can tell The way you do the things you do As pretty as you are You know you could've been a flower If good looks were minutes You know you could have been an hour The way you stole my heart You know you could have been a crook And baby your so smart You know you could have been a school book Chorus Well you could of been ....... Etc You make my life so rich You know you could've been some money And baby you're so sweet You know you could have been some honey Chorus Well you could of been ....... Etc As pretty as you are You know you could've been a flower If good looks were minutes You know you could have been an hour The way you stole my heart You know you could have been a crook And baby your so smart You know you could have been a school book Chorus Well you could of been ....... Etc |
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from UB40 - Labour Of Love 2 (1992)
<< The Way You Do The Things You Do >>
--- UB40 You got a smile so bright You know you could have been a candle I'm holding you so tight You know you could have been a handle The way you swept me off my feet You know you could've been a broom And baby you smell so sweet You know you could've been some perfume Chorus Well you could of been anything that you wanted to I can tell The way you do the things you do As pretty as you are You know you could've been a flower If good looks were minutes You know you could have been an hour The way you stole my heart You know you could have been a crook And baby your so smart You know you could have been a school book Chorus Well you could of been ....... Etc You make my life so rich You know you could've been some money And baby you're so sweet You know you could have been some honey Chorus Well you could of been ....... Etc As pretty as you are You know you could've been a flower If good looks were minutes You know you could have been an hour The way you stole my heart You know you could have been a crook And baby your so smart You know you could have been a school book Chorus Well you could of been ....... Etc |
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from UB40 - Ub44 (1992)
A misfit who is old before his time
Poverty has turned him to crime Boredom gives him too much time to think He pours another drink. Chorus A burning, bitter taste of irony A prisoner in the land of the free. He wonders why his landscape looks so strange Burger bars are home on the range An empty bottle falling from his hand He doesn't understand. Chorus A burning, bitter taste of irony A prisoner in the land of the free. A cork unlocks the door to other lands Of battles won and destinies in hand A half-remembered state of liquid dreams Where things aren't what they seem. Chorus A burning, bitter taste of irony A prisoner in the land of the free. A naked savage dressed in shirt and jeans A burning, bitter taste of irony A prisoner in the land of the free. Chorus A burning, bitter taste of irony A prisoner in the land of the free. |
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from UB40 - Ub44 (1992)
He wields his flute with an expert hand
And then, all too soon The dancing stops and the children stand The piper calls the tune. He holds their future in his palm An old and powerful man With missiles poised and bombs at hand They wait for his command. With songs of fear and bigotry A cruel, hypnotic sound He plays his last tune greedily And strikes the children down. |
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from UB40 - Geffery Morgan (1992)
A smile for every passing car
And when they stop with door ajar She shrugs and whispers que sera And turns her thoughts to the pillow Her face is etched with memories She finds now joy amid the sleaze It's hard when you've been paid to please So she turns her thoughts to the pillow Chorus Daylight comes she rests her head The beauty of an empty bed She dreams of happy days instead Of brooding on tomorrow She swapped her dreams of shining knights For pushers, bars and money fights For nameless faces in red light So she turns her head to the pillow Those black eyes don't hurt any more She's heard the jokes and jibes before She's felt the long arm of the law So she turns her head to the pillow Chorus Daylight comes ..... Etc Taking drugs was not for fun It made her feel like going on But now she hurts when its all gone And she turns her head to the pillow She take a blade and breaks her skin Sweet life force flows from within The white clouds in her head grow dim And she turns her head to the pillow Chorus Sunlight creeps across her head Pale beauty in a crimson bed No dreams of happy days ahead She'll have no more tomorrows |
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from Ub40 - Present/ The Fathers Of Reggae (2002)
A smile for every passing car
And when they stop with door ajar She shrugs and whispers que sera And turns her thoughts to the pillow Her face is etched with memories She finds now joy amid the sleaze It's hard when you've been paid to please So she turns her thoughts to the pillow Chorus Daylight comes she rests her head The beauty of an empty bed She dreams of happy days instead Of brooding on tomorrow She swapped her dreams of shining knights For pushers, bars and money fights For nameless faces in red light So she turns her head to the pillow Those black eyes don't hurt any more She's heard the jokes and jibes before She's felt the long arm of the law So she turns her head to the pillow Chorus Daylight comes ..... Etc Taking drugs was not for fun It made her feel like going on But now she hurts when its all gone And she turns her head to the pillow She take a blade and breaks her skin Sweet life force flows from within The white clouds in her head grow dim And she turns her head to the pillow Chorus Sunlight creeps across her head Pale beauty in a crimson bed No dreams of happy days ahead She'll have no more tomorrows |
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from UB40 - Ub44 (1992)
Trenchtown Jamaica
Gave the Wailers their soun' Like a steppin' razor The Brother Tosh 'im come aroun' Yellow Man and Eek-A-Mouse Dem a trod 'pon newer groun' While Scratch and The Scientist Dem jus' keep on mixin' down. The mighty General and Eastwood Draw me out of my seat The Lone Ranger ride in To rock me' pon me feet The dreaded Flabba Holt and Style Scott Start fe put down a radical beat Wid Mistra Isaacs Puttin' melodies so sweet. Ad lib....... Refrain: Reggae music is The key to ny heart Reggae music is My stop and start From dusk to dawn The music is my high. |
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from UB40 - Signing Off/Present Arms In Dub/Rat In The Kitchen (1994)
1st floor decide what you'll be one day
With a head full of comment and nothing to say 2nd floor mixed up it happens that way Soon you realize that listening don't pay 3rd floor in limbo, no easy moves Up or down it's time to choose The elevators going up Quick the door's about to shut Too late we're full just hang around It won't be long - it won't be long before it's down 4th floor the job hunt and all that you ask Is an honest day's pay for an honest day's graft 5th floor you may make a little more money Now it's apparent downstairs ain't so funny 6th floor a mortgage, a collar and tie 2 weeks vacation in june or july The elevators going up Quick the door`s about to shut Too late we're full just hang around It won't be long - it won't be long before it's down 7th floor expenses and private schools Pushing a pen you're not turning the tools 8th floor position, respect and acclaim Move up the 9th for fortune or fame 10th floor for investment and real estate Recouping the redies before it's too late 11th floor the penthouse the final cut With a head full of comment and a mouth that stays shut The elevators going up Quick the door`s about to shut Too late we're full just hang around It won't be long - it won't be long before it's down - 간 주 중 - The elevators going up Quick the door`s about to shut Too late we're full just hang around It won't be long - it won't be long before it's down The elevators going up Quick the door`s about to shut Too late we're full just hang around It won't be long - it won't be long before it's down The elevators going up Quick the door`s about to shut Too late we're full just hang around It won't be long - it won't be long before it's down |
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from UB40 - The Ub40 File (1992)
A warm dry wind is all that breaks the silence,
The highways quiet scars across the land. People lie, eyes closed, no longer dreaming, The earth dies screaming. Like scattered pebbles, cars lie silent waiting, Oilless engines seized by dirt and sand. Bodies hanging limp, no longer bleeding, The earth dies screaming. The earth dies screaming The earth dies screaming Your country needs you, lets strike up the band. The earth dies screaming The earth dies screaming Despite all odds we must defend our land. Half eaten meals lie rotting on the tables, Money clutched within a boney hand. Shutters down, the banks are not receiving, The earth dies screaming. |
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A warm dry wind is all that breaks the silence,
The highways quiet scars across the land. People lie, eyes closed, no longer dreaming, The earth dies screaming. Like scattered pebbles, cars lie silent waiting, Oilless engines seized by dirt and sand. Bodies hanging limp, no longer bleeding, The earth dies screaming. The earth dies screaming The earth dies screaming Your country needs you, lets strike up the band. The earth dies screaming The earth dies screaming Despite all odds we must defend our land. Half eaten meals lie rotting on the tables, Money clutched within a boney hand. Shutters down, the banks are not receiving, The earth dies screaming. |
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from UB40 - Baggariddim (1985)
Well the man Like General Slinger
So live the life you love and love the life you live Cause what is in my heart is design to give But special request is to all back stabber should be stuck in asieve When I and I smoke sensiman give thanks and praise to the full causes whot Chorus The buzz feeling Lord Well have you ever had the buzz feeling my sisthren Have You ever had the Buzz Feeling my brethren Have you ever had the buzz feeling. You take out you rizla You start rolling seh three or five sheet me Seh what you deeling with you take piece of cigarette Start breaching open up you ganja bag you start Sprinkling you stick out you tongue and you start fe licking You lean against a speaker box take you matches lighting Seh man have you ever had the Buzz Feeling Chorus When your head is spinning you knees wobbling you belly rolling And your eyes shutting fe you head would of blow off Like a car engine most people in the dance dem start laughing Some of them cannot explain mysterious feeling so you sit on deh stairs Gaze pon de ceiling you hand pon you belly You start fe rubbing a little after that you a little vomiting So you run down the stairs like a streak of lightening you move Through the crowd like you hustling you brethren Shout you start reasoning about thing and time and the flat Him move in the operater play a tune them start bubbling It make it even harder fe you passing as you reach out side start Slow breathing you sit pon de wall and start thinking, say never again would I get that feeling, dread! Chorus Well you head stop spinning you knees stop wobbling you belly stop roll Start crave fe dumpling Chorus You I'dren shout you roll up a splif Me I'dren temptation it is great but Remember that funny feeling Chorus Chorus |
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from Ub40 - Guns In The Ghetto (1997)
Tenderly she smiles
Forgiving my mistakes Getting her to love me Was my biggest break Every place I go, she's inside of me Giving up her love unconditionally She shines the sun She pours the rain She touches me in places that I can't explain She's got a powerful hold on me The kind of hold from which I'd never struggle free Tell me what you know Tell me is it true Do you really love me just like I love you Everything I say Everything I do It's purely cos' I'm aiming to get hold of you People tell her she could do better than me She wouldn't necessarily agree We've got a thing going on you see The two of us together for eternity Tenderly she smiles Forgiving my mistakes Getting her to love me Was my biggest break Every place I go, she's inside of me Giving up her love unconditionally Tenderly she smiles Forgiving my mistakes Getting her to love me Was my biggest break Every place I go, she's inside of me Giving up her love unconditionally She shines the sun She pours the rain She touches me in places that I can't explain She's got a powerful hold on me The kind of hold from which I'd never struggle free Tell me what you know Tell me is it true Do you really love me just like I love you Everything I say Everything I do It's purely cos' I'm aiming to get hold of you People tell her she could do better than me She wouldn't necessarily agree We've got a thing going on you see The two of us together for eternity Tenderly she smiles Forgiving my mistakes Getting her to love me Was my biggest break Every place I go, she's inside of me Giving up her love unconditionally |
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from Speed 2 (스피드 2) by Mark Mancina [ost] (1997)
Tenderly she smiles
Forgiving my mistakes Getting her to love me Was my biggest break Every place I go, she's inside of me Giving up her love unconditionally She shines the sun She pours the rain She touches me in places that I can't explain She's got a powerful hold on me The kind of hold from which I'd never struggle free Tell me what you know Tell me is it true Do you really love me just like I love you Everything I say Everything I do It's purely cos' I'm aiming to get hold of you People tell her she could do better than me She wouldn't necessarily agree We've got a thing going on you see The two of us together for eternity Tenderly she smiles Forgiving my mistakes Getting her to love me Was my biggest break Every place I go, she's inside of me Giving up her love unconditionally Tenderly she smiles Forgiving my mistakes Getting her to love me Was my biggest break Every place I go, she's inside of me Giving up her love unconditionally She shines the sun She pours the rain She touches me in places that I can't explain She's got a powerful hold on me The kind of hold from which I'd never struggle free Tell me what you know Tell me is it true Do you really love me just like I love you Everything I say Everything I do It's purely cos' I'm aiming to get hold of you People tell her she could do better than me She wouldn't necessarily agree We've got a thing going on you see The two of us together for eternity Tenderly she smiles Forgiving my mistakes Getting her to love me Was my biggest break Every place I go, she's inside of me Giving up her love unconditionally |
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from UB40 - Signing Off/Present Arms In Dub/Rat In The Kitchen (1994)
Chorus
I sus' a tell it like it is, yeah I sus' a tell it like it is, oh yeah I've got to be blatant in this time Jus' like I know 1 + 1 no make 9 Repeat Now what was I saying about being blatant You got to be blatant in an argument You got to make sure your feelings are felt Perfect example for you from me Watch lying politicians me seh on me T.V. Pay big big money for the licence fee (At the same time them a try fi fool we) Repeat Chorus I jus' tell it like it is, yeah I jus' tell it like it is, oh yeah I've got .... Etc I've got to be blatant in this time Now let me tell me more about being blantant You got to be blatant me seh With product you invent If you don't patent it You nah see a cent You have no money fi go pay up your rent If you crash fi your car Or you in an accident If it's not your fault you be blatant Chorus I jus' tell it like it is, yeah I jus' tell it like it is, oh yeah I've got .... Etc Now I get serious about being blatant Police come and mess with me pon the pavement They say oi' where you going, what you doing here? I just leave mi house fi go buy a tin of beer Another example of being blatant South Africa police a kill the innocent Fire live ammunition me seh into a crowd If that's not blatant murder Then murder can't be found Repeat Repeat Chorus |
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from UB40 - Labour Of Love 2 (1992)
Tears from my eyes keep on falling
cause you are leaving, leaving with another Things that we've done together I'll always remember though you're with another, baby. Tears from my eyes keep on falling cause you are leaving, leaving with another Things that we've done together I'll always remember though you're with another, baby. I've done everything one man can do, girl Said every word one man can say The thing that we had has gone astray, girl I'm missing you from day to day. Tears from my eyes keep on falling cause you are leaving, leaving with another Things that we've done together I'll always remember though you're with another, baby. I've done everything one man can do, girl Said every word one man can say The thing that we had has gone astray, girl I'm missing you from day to day. Tears from my eyes keep on falling cause you are leaving, leaving with another Things that we've done together I'll always remember though you're with another, baby. Tears from my eyes keep on falling cause you are leaving, leaving with another Things that we've done together I'll always remember though you're with another, baby. Tears from my eyes keep on falling cause you are leaving, leaving with another Things that we've done together I'll always remember though you're with another, baby. |
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from UB40 - Labour Of Love 2 (1992)
Tears from my eyes keep on falling
cause you are leaving, leaving with another Things that we've done together I'll always remember though you're with another, baby. Tears from my eyes keep on falling cause you are leaving, leaving with another Things that we've done together I'll always remember though you're with another, baby. I've done everything one man can do, girl Said every word one man can say The thing that we had has gone astray, girl I'm missing you from day to day. Tears from my eyes keep on falling cause you are leaving, leaving with another Things that we've done together I'll always remember though you're with another, baby. I've done everything one man can do, girl Said every word one man can say The thing that we had has gone astray, girl I'm missing you from day to day. Tears from my eyes keep on falling cause you are leaving, leaving with another Things that we've done together I'll always remember though you're with another, baby. Tears from my eyes keep on falling cause you are leaving, leaving with another Things that we've done together I'll always remember though you're with another, baby. Tears from my eyes keep on falling cause you are leaving, leaving with another Things that we've done together I'll always remember though you're with another, baby. |
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from UB40 - Swing Low (2003)
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home Swing low, sweet chariot Coming for to carry he home I looked over Jordan and what did I see Coming for to carry he home A band of angels coming after me Coming for to carry me home Swing low, sweet chariot Coming for to carry me home Swing low, sweet chariot Coming for to carry me home If you get there before I do Coming for to carry me home Tell all my friends I'm coming too Coming for to carry me home Swing low, sweet chariot Coming for to carry me home Swing low, sweet chariot Coming for to carry me home |
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from UB40 - Swing Low (2003)
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home Swing low, sweet chariot Coming for to carry he home I looked over Jordan and what did I see Coming for to carry he home A band of angels coming after me Coming for to carry me home Swing low, sweet chariot Coming for to carry me home Swing low, sweet chariot Coming for to carry me home If you get there before I do Coming for to carry me home Tell all my friends I'm coming too Coming for to carry me home Swing low, sweet chariot Coming for to carry me home Swing low, sweet chariot Coming for to carry me home |
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from UB40 - Swing Low (2003)
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home Swing low, sweet chariot Coming for to carry he home I looked over Jordan and what did I see Coming for to carry he home A band of angels coming after me Coming for to carry me home Swing low, sweet chariot Coming for to carry me home Swing low, sweet chariot Coming for to carry me home If you get there before I do Coming for to carry me home Tell all my friends I'm coming too Coming for to carry me home Swing low, sweet chariot Coming for to carry me home Swing low, sweet chariot Coming for to carry me home |
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from UB40 - Singing Off (1980)
Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees Pastoral scene of the gallant south The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh Then the sudden smell of burning flesh. Here is a fruit for the crow to pluck For the rain to wither, for the wind to suck For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop Here is a strange and bitter crop. |
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from UB40 - The Ub40 File (1992)
Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees Pastoral scene of the gallant south The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh Then the sudden smell of burning flesh. Here is a fruit for the crow to pluck For the rain to wither, for the wind to suck For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop Here is a strange and bitter crop. |
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from UB40 - Signing Off/Present Arms In Dub/Rat In The Kitchen (1994)
Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees Pastoral scene of the gallant south The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh Then the sudden smell of burning flesh. Here is a fruit for the crow to pluck For the rain to wither, for the wind to suck For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop Here is a strange and bitter crop. |
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from Ub40 - Promises And Lies (1993)
Please don't say sorry
Presuming a respect for what you say If in your heart you mean it Then you'll understand me feeling You must prove it; sign the cheque without delay Most humbly yours, four hundred years back pay (CHORUS) I'm not begging charity Don't confuse the things I say Give me what belongs to me Give me what belongs to me Just don't say sorry As if that can excuse this tyranny No value in your talking Money speaks and bullshit's walking Round in circles re-inventing history Trying to erase our memory (CHORUS) I`m not begging .....Etc If you say sorry Can I assume you've realised the shame The seeds of your oppression Fall and ripen with aggression You can't hold us any longer with your chains Time to compensate us for our claims Don't bother wi' no sorry Don't bother wi' delay A four hundred years Is not just the other day I'm not begging charity Don't confuse up your mind Payment overdue Fe a long long time You come a we gate No bother hesitate You tek away we tings Like a damn pirate |
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from UB40 - Cover Up (2001)
I said, there must be something more than this Verse 1
Green environmentalist Back street agriculturist Scientific herbalist Herbalistic socialist T.H.C dialysis Grow your own psychiatrist Smoking self-analysis Said there must be something more than this Chorus There must be something we a miss Less is more so more or less Refrain When there's nothing going on Innocence is happiness You ain't not doing nothing wrong Said, there must be something more than this Verse 2 Anti-vivisectionist Freedom fighting activist Headline making terrorist Religious fundamentalist Money lending capitalist Bible bashing moralist Revolution catalyst Said there must be something more than this Chorus There must be something we a miss Less is more so more or less Refrain When theres nothing going on Innocence is happiness You ain't not doing nothing wrong |
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from UB40 - Ub44 (1992)
And it's a sunny day.
It's just too hot to be working But you've got to pay your way. Chorus So here I am sitting at the bus stop Wishing I was somewhere else Where I didn't have to work my rocks off Wishing I could please myself. Ten hours a day I'm grafting Under the bosses eye, Earn just enough to keep going, Making cars I'll never buy. Chorus So here I am sitting ........... Five days a week I'm giving, My time is clocking on. Just two days left for living, Wondering where my life has gone. Chorus So here I am sitting ........... |
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from UB40 - Labour Of Love 2 (1992)
Singer man sing me a song [3x]
Do you want soul? [3x] I hear you singing - sing a morning [3x] Do you really want soul? [3x] Singer man sing me a song [3x] Do you really want soul? [3x] I hear you singing - sing a morning |
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from UB40 - Signing Off/Present Arms In Dub/Rat In The Kitchen (1994)
The great flood of tears that we've cried
For our brothers and sisters who've died Over four hundred years Has washed away our fears And strengthened our pride Now we turn back the tide We will no longer hear your command We will seize the control from your hands We will fan the flame Of our anger and pain And you'll feel the shame For what you do in god's name We will fight for the right to be free We will build our own society And we will sing, we will sing We will sing our own song When the ancient drum rhythms ring The voice of our forefathers sing Forward africa run Our day of freedom has come For me and for you Amandla awethu We will fight for the right to be free We will build our own society And we will sing, we will sing We will sing our own song |
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from UB40 - Present Arms (1992)
The neon haze of city lights
The tribal sound of marching feet Cuts through the gloom on cold dark nights The tired and homeless roam the streets The sirens wail the engines roar A shadowed man just glances around A victim of life's mindless toil Lies cold and helpless on the ground The window dummies silent stare Bear witness on the nights If they could move What it would proved To see them all take flight The neon haze of city lights The tribal sound of marching feet Cuts through the gloom on cold dark nights The tired and homeless roam the streets The walls shout loud with angry words The people air their views The poor can scream but no-one hears The concrete jungle sings the blues |
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The neon haze of city lights
The tribal sound of marching feet Cuts through the gloom on cold dark nights The tired and homeless roam the streets The sirens wail the engines roar A shadowed man just glances around A victim of life's mindless toil Lies cold and helpless on the ground The window dummies silent stare Bear witness on the nights If they could move What it would proved To see them all take flight The neon haze of city lights The tribal sound of marching feet Cuts through the gloom on cold dark nights The tired and homeless roam the streets The walls shout loud with angry words The people air their views The poor can scream but no-one hears The concrete jungle sings the blues |
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from UB40 - Geffery Morgan (1992)
Like the seasons you change your mind
It seems like loving you is a crime. Like the seasons you change your mind It seems like loving you is a crime. I remember those days Oh, so long ago Like the first time I took you To a picture show Or the first time I kissed you Beneath the moonlit sky I put my hand on my heart Like the seasons you change your mind I thought I'd die It seems like loving you is a crime. Like the seasons you change your mind It seems like loving you is a crime. Yes, you were for me It was plain to see I knew in my heart You were the one for me Though people used to try To get us down As time goes on We're still around Like the seasons you change your mind It seems like loving you is a crime. Like the seasons you change your mind It seems like loving you is a crime. We had our share Of ups and downs We had our share Of nights on the town The days were short But the nights were long My love for you It grew so strong Like the seasons you change your mind It seems like loving you is a crime. Like the seasons you change your mind It seems like loving you is a crime. But as we grew old Your love turned cold Gone are the days Of glitter and gold I work so hard To keep you mine Now all I have is Nothing but time Like the seasons you change your mind It seems like loving you is a crime. Like the seasons you change your mind It seems like loving you is a crime. Like the seasons you change your mind It seems like loving you is a crime. Like the seasons you change your mind It seems like loving you is a crime. Like the seasons you change your mind It seems like loving you is a crime. Like the seasons you change your mind |
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from UB40 - Present Arms (1992)
A human statue made of living stone
A paradox etched in human bone If you could look behind his thin disguise There's a hidden glint of madness in his eyes. Many men are fooled by his smile His superficial grace his charm his style Sardonicus is everybody's friend Sardonicus keeps smiling to the end. |
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from UB40 - Cover Up (2001)
Hold it down Rudie enough is enough
Kill it with kindness, kill it with love No more deceiving; so throw off the gloves Kill them with kindness kill them with love. Fill them with feeling straight from the heart Dealing with healing will set you apart Respecting their meaning; releasing the dove Will chill them with kindness; instil them with love Don't lose it Rudie get high on the buzz Remember how kindness, ould fill you with love The sun could be shining with blue skies above. In love with the kindness, so kind of in love. Believing in nothing is hard to believe Discovering something is hard to achieve A change must be coming the times right because We're in need of some kindness and needing some love Hold it down Rudie enough is enough Kill it with kindness, kill it with love No more deceiving so throw off the gloves Kill them with kindness kill them with love. Believing in nothing is hard to believe Discovering something is hard to achieve A change must be coming the times right because We're in need of some kindness and needing some love Hold it down Rudie enough is enough Kill it with kindness, kill it with love No more deceiving; so throw off the gloves Kill them with kindness kill them with love. Hold it down Rudie enough is enough Kill it with kindness, kill it with love No more deceiving; so throw off the gloves Kill them with kindness kill them with love. Hold it down Rudie enough is enough Kill it with kindness, kill it with love No more deceiving; so throw off the gloves Kill them with kindness kill them with love. Hold it down Rudie enough is enough Kill it with kindness, kill it with love No more deceiving; so throw off the gloves Kill them with kindness kill them with love. |
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from UB40 - Geffery Morgan (1992)
Riddle me who, riddle me why, answer me this
Who owns the chains that bind your wrists Riddle me who, riddle me why, answer again Riddle me who built the machine That washed your brain Like parents did before them Your parents did the same They said do your best, you must pass the test You must learn to play the game They scrimped and saved and suffered To send you off to school But if they'd had the cash They could've brought the class And a different set of rules Chorus Riddle me who ..... Etc They taught a simple system Why they had and you had not They said know your place, you can't win the race Life's an auction you're the lot If you'd ever thought to question They would never answer you why When they buy your sweat, you are in their debt And they own you till you die Chorus Riddle me who .... Etc You took hook line and sinker Everything they fed Worked day and night, for most your life To earn their daily bread Now your old and weary And you lay you down to sleep With body worn and spirit torn What's left is yours to keep |
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from Ub40 - Promises And Lies (1993)
I said we friendship come first, the band did come second
And that's why I decided to put it in a song So listen crowd of people and throw up unnu hands If you love dem their style and you love dem pattern (CHORUS) Reggae music can't refuse it So give us what we want and mek we gwan I said yes crowd of people we come back again I man Thriller E. And all me best best friends I know most of dem from age eleven And some of dem even before then We travel the whole world, think it could never end But don't get me wrong it a no big problem 'Cos reggae what we love and that's what we defend And that there love that could a never end (CHORUS) Reggae music can't refuse it So give us what we want and mek we gwan. So let me get back to the subject of me friends 'Cos me respect and love love the whole of them. And that there love that could a never end. And now it is time to hail the whole of them Me love me Mickey V. Him in a category. Robin on guitar him just a nice up every bar. Me love me Astro because him deh pon de go Me love me Norman 'cos him a don gorgon Me love me Ali C. with his golden voicee Him nice up every dance nice up every party. Me love me Brian T. Pon the saxophonee Buttons pon the bone, Patrick him a hit the high c Them bad pon their own or in a section of three And that only leaves me and Jimmy Jimmy a the drummer me a the Bassee And that is the whole of UB40 (CHORUS) Reggae music can't refuse it So give us what we want and mek we gwan. |
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There's a rat in mi kitchen, what am I gonna do?
There's a rat in mi kitchen, what am I gonna do, I'm gonna fix that rat, that's what I'm gonna do I'm gonna fix that rat. When you open your mouth you don't talk, you shout And you give everybody the blame, But when they catch you up, They will shut you up And you got no one to blame There's a rat in mi kitchen, what am I gonna do? There's a rat in mi kitchen, what am I gonna do, I'm gonna fix that rat, that's what I'm gonna do I'm gonna fix that rat. When you out on the street, You practice lies and deceit And you scandalize my name But when I catch you up I'm gonna pull you up I'm gonna check-out inside your brain There's a rat in mi kitchen, what am I gonna do? There's a rat in mi kitchen, what am I gonna do, I'm gonna fix that rat, that's what I'm gonna do I'm gonna fix that rat. When you deh pon the scene, You make everyone scream Because they know you're so unjust But when they catch you up They will kick you up Because you're someone they cannot trust There's a rat in mi kitchen, what am I gonna do? There's a rat in mi kitchen, what am I gonna do, I'm gonna fix that rat, that's what I'm gonna do I'm gonna fix that rat. You invade my space Make me feel disgraced And you just don't give a damn If I had my way If I had my say I'd like to see you hang |
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from Ub40 - Promises And Lies (1993)
All the sorrow and the pain
All the sacrifice in vain I was much too blind to see You make a loser out of me You put me down for oh so long While you sang your serpent's song (CHORUS) The rest is history You can do no more to me I've been down so low Had nowhere left to go I could see it in your eyes All your promises were lies Promises and lies Your cut was quick and deep But then you thought you'd never need a friend But all things change, and tides must turn And you let all your bridges burn Too many fatal wounds to heal Now you're feeling what i feel. (CHORUS) The rest is history You can do no more to me I've been down so low Had nowhere left to go I could see it in your eyes All your promises were lies Promises and lies |
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from UB40 - Present Arms (1992)
You got no job you got no pay
Join the military, sign today They'll take you off to fight on foreign shores You'll be your mother's pride and joy Her armed and dangerous golden boy A uniformed hero that shows no fear The khaki ranks of flesh and steel Learning how to smile and kill They'll teach you to ignore the screams and tears |
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from UB40 - Present Arms (1992)
I am the one in ten a number on a list,
I am the one in ten even though I don't exist nobody knows me but I'm always there a statistic a reminder of a world that doesn't care. My arms enfold the dole queue malnutrition dulls my hair my eyes are black and lifeless with an underprevileged stare I'm a beggar on the corner can no one spare a dime I'm the child that never learns to read 'cus no one's spared the time. Refrain I'm the murderer the victim I'm licensed with a gun I'm a sad and bruised old lady in an alley in the slums I'm a middle aged business man with a chronic heart disease I'm another teenage suicide in a street that has no trees. Refrain I'm a starving third-world mother I'm a refugee without a home I'm a housewife hooked on valium I'm a pensioner alone I'm a cancer ridden spectre that's covering the earth I'm another hungry baby I'm an accident of birth. Refrain |
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from UB40 - Present Arms In Dub (1993)
I am the one in ten a number on a list,
I am the one in ten even though I don't exist nobody knows me but I'm always there a statistic a reminder of a world that doesn't care. My arms enfold the dole queue malnutrition dulls my hair my eyes are black and lifeless with an underprevileged stare I'm a beggar on the corner can no one spare a dime I'm the child that never learns to read 'cus no one's spared the time. Refrain I'm the murderer the victim I'm licensed with a gun I'm a sad and bruised old lady in an alley in the slums I'm a middle aged business man with a chronic heart disease I'm another teenage suicide in a street that has no trees. Refrain I'm a starving third-world mother I'm a refugee without a home I'm a housewife hooked on valium I'm a pensioner alone I'm a cancer ridden spectre that's covering the earth I'm another hungry baby I'm an accident of birth. Refrain |
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from UB40 - Signing Off/Present Arms In Dub/Rat In The Kitchen (1994)
I am the one in ten a number on a list,
I am the one in ten even though I don't exist nobody knows me but I'm always there a statistic a reminder of a world that doesn't care. My arms enfold the dole queue malnutrition dulls my hair my eyes are black and lifeless with an underprevileged stare I'm a beggar on the corner can no one spare a dime I'm the child that never learns to read 'cus no one's spared the time. Refrain I'm the murderer the victim I'm licensed with a gun I'm a sad and bruised old lady in an alley in the slums I'm a middle aged business man with a chronic heart disease I'm another teenage suicide in a street that has no trees. Refrain I'm a starving third-world mother I'm a refugee without a home I'm a housewife hooked on valium I'm a pensioner alone I'm a cancer ridden spectre that's covering the earth I'm another hungry baby I'm an accident of birth. Refrain |
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from Ub40 - Promises And Lies (1993)
Now and then
I must admit I wonder if I had the chance To vanquish foes with nothing more than just a glance How perfect every single day would be To never wait in driving rain For the bus that never came Not to be the one to blame For anybody else's misery Now and then I contemplate a different way around this day With nothing more than simple words, so I can say I'm quite content and happy being me Walking tall with peace of mind To leave no childhood dreams behind Arriving home to always find Things just as I know they ought to be Now And Then I must admit I wonder if I had the chance To vanquish foes with nothing more than just a glance How perfect every single day would be To never wait in driving rain For the bus that never came Not to be the one to blame For anybody else's misery Now and then I wake up, when it hits me like a ton of bricks I realise it's me who has to take the licks No angels up there looking after me No rainbow with a pot of gold No cloak to shield me from the cold No pill to stop me growing old Dreams fading into stark reality |
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from UB40 - Baggariddim (1985)
Chorus
You can't de'pon mi spliff because mi spliff dep already You can't de'pon mi spliff mi have the hash-ish leb and sensi Yes people smoke the herb yeah all over the world some bway name Peter and girl name Pearl (repeat) All the weed ina the world belongs to you and me It isn't man made it is here naturally (repeat) Chorus A man a fix him price so then a man a loose him life A man loose him life because a man a fix him price A man fix his price so then a man a loose him life The police will say no it is pure pappy show well their the best inna the business so they should know Chorus For centuries and centuries man has used the herb for leisure For pleasure do not disturb (repeat) Various parts of the world it is called by many names such as Pot, grass, sensimila, trush-en-peng, marijuana, hear me now, cannabis Rock me now, lambsbread, save me now, green weed repeat green weed Chorus So mek me bun up a draw you don't have to go far but when it lick you you will baul out lord, (repeat) Yes we bun it in a pipe yes we bun it in a pipe have two draw a new meaning of life (repeat) Chorus Now we well satisfied we both gone slant eyed its a wonderful feeling and I tell you no lie (repeat) Chorus Now we well satisfied we both gone slant eyed its a wonderful feeling and I tell you no lie (repeat) And we walk and a trot we a chat bout this and that if you have a good draw nothing nah beat that (repeat) Chorus (Fading out on "Sensi") |
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from UB40 - Singing Off (1980)
From the land of shadows
Comes a dreadful sight Lady with the marble smile Spirit of the night See the scourge of innocence Swinging in her hand Hear the silent suffering That echoes through the land From the tombs of ignorance Of hate and greed and lies Through the smoke of sacrifice Watch her figure rise The sick the poor the old Basking in her radiance Men of blood and gold In her bloody footsteps Speculators prance Men of dreams are praying For that second chance Round her vacant features Gilded serpents dance Her tree of evil knowledge Sprouts a special branch Madam Medusa Madam Medusa Madam Medusa Knock her right down And then she bounce right back Knock her right down And then she bounce right back She gone off her head We've got to shoot her dead She gone off her head We've got to shoot her dead Run for your life before she eat you alive Run for your life before she eat you alive Move out of the way 'cause you're blocking out the day Move out of the way 'cause you're blocking out the day |
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from UB40 - The Ub40 File (1992)
From the land of shadows
Comes a dreadful sight Lady with the marble smile Spirit of the night See the scourge of innocence Swinging in her hand Hear the silent suffering That echoes through the land From the tombs of ignorance Of hate and greed and lies Through the smoke of sacrifice Watch her figure rise The sick the poor the old Basking in her radiance Men of blood and gold In her bloody footsteps Speculators prance Men of dreams are praying For that second chance Round her vacant features Gilded serpents dance Her tree of evil knowledge Sprouts a special branch Madam Medusa Madam Medusa Madam Medusa Knock her right down And then she bounce right back Knock her right down And then she bounce right back She gone off her head We've got to shoot her dead She gone off her head We've got to shoot her dead Run for your life before she eat you alive Run for your life before she eat you alive Move out of the way 'cause you're blocking out the day Move out of the way 'cause you're blocking out the day |
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from UB40 - Signing Off/Present Arms In Dub/Rat In The Kitchen (1994)
From the land of shadows
Comes a dreadful sight Lady with the marble smile Spirit of the night See the scourge of innocence Swinging in her hand Hear the silent suffering That echoes through the land From the tombs of ignorance Of hate and greed and lies Through the smoke of sacrifice Watch her figure rise The sick the poor the old Basking in her radiance Men of blood and gold In her bloody footsteps Speculators prance Men of dreams are praying For that second chance Round her vacant features Gilded serpents dance Her tree of evil knowledge Sprouts a special branch Madam Medusa Madam Medusa Madam Medusa Knock her right down And then she bounce right back Knock her right down And then she bounce right back She gone off her head We've got to shoot her dead She gone off her head We've got to shoot her dead Run for your life before she eat you alive Run for your life before she eat you alive Move out of the way 'cause you're blocking out the day Move out of the way 'cause you're blocking out the day |
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from UB40 - Ub44 (1992)
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Love Is all is alright But you left it a little to late Love is all is alright But you've got to find a little more hate. Take the man in the white cloak A pointed mask to hide his face Murders in the name of religion If you're not the right colour or race. Take the man in the black cloak He's holding justice in his hands, Lets the man in the white cloak go, Calls it the law of the land. (Chorus) Love Is all is alright.......etc Take the man in the brown shirt A burning hatred in his eyes Fired by ignorant reaction, Fanned by political lies Take the man in the blue cap His back's against the wall Links arms with the man in the brown shirt He's trying to break his own fall. (Chorus) Love Is all is alright.....etc |
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from Ub40 - Present/ The Fathers Of Reggae (2002)
(Chorus)
Love Is all is alright But you left it a little to late Love is all is alright But you`ve got to find a little more hate. Take the man in the white cloak A pointed mask to hide his face Murders in the name of religion If you`re not the right colour or race. Take the man in the black cloak He`s holding justice in his hands, Lets the man in the white cloak go, Calls it the law of the land. (Chorus) Love Is all is alright.......etc Take the man in the brown shirt A burning hatred in his eyes Fired by ignorant reaction, Fanned by political lies Take the man in the blue cap His back`s against the wall Links arms with the man in the brown shirt He`s trying to break his own fall. (Chorus) Love Is all is alright.....etc |
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from UB40 - Signing Off/Present Arms In Dub/Rat In The Kitchen (1994)
Looking down at my reflection
In the puddle at my feet Things don't seem so real down there Or maybe I don't see I see no starvation I don't see any pain I see myself not helping Just a loner in the rain Looking down at my reflection In the puddle in the ground Things are getting clearer now I can see a thunder cloud I see gross injustice I see evil men I see myself repeating The same old words again Looking down at my reflection In the puddle lying there Now I decide to change my mind And show the world I care I care about my fellow man Being taken for a ride I care that things start changing But there's no one on my side Looking down at my reflection In the puddle in the ground Things are getting clearer now I can see a thunder cloud I see gross injustice I see evil men I see myself repeating The same old words again |
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from UB40 - Cover Up (2001)
Blame it all on me, you did nothing wrong
I was running free but it took so long VERSE 1 So long in fact that I Can't remember why I couldn't say goodbye If you ask yourself, did I think of you Oh so many times if you only knew Knew how you made me feel VERSE 2 In dreams your kiss i'd steal When nothing else was real Far away from home everythings so clear When you're all alone; no one else can hear VERSE 3 The loudest lonliness Therefore I must confess I'm full of emptiness Full up on nothing I can call my own I'll tell you something if only I had known VERSE 4 The end of every day No matter what you say Some how you always pay Look at me, don't give up yet What you see is what you get CHORUS Things just like they used to be I've been missing you and me. |
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from UB40 - Singing Off (1980)
Poor man's anger rising.
The ostrich hides his head. Soon the red blood will be boiling. And blue blood will be dead. While we say. (Chorus) Little by little by little, And stone by stone .Rich man's mountain comes crumbling down Poor boy sleeps on straw, The rich boy sleeps in bed. That fat boy fills his belly, My poor boys's a dead, While we say. (Chorus) Little by little by little, And stone by stone. Rich man's mountain comes crumbling down. The rich man drives his car past, The poor man on bare feet. That rich man do get what he wants The poor must know defeat, While we say. (Chorus) Little by little by little, And stone by stone. Rich man's mountain comes crumbling down |
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from UB40 - Signing Off/Present Arms In Dub/Rat In The Kitchen (1994)
Poor man's anger rising.
The ostrich hides his head. Soon the red blood will be boiling. And blue blood will be dead. While we say. (Chorus) Little by little by little, And stone by stone .Rich man's mountain comes crumbling down Poor boy sleeps on straw, The rich boy sleeps in bed. That fat boy fills his belly, My poor boys's a dead, While we say. (Chorus) Little by little by little, And stone by stone. Rich man's mountain comes crumbling down. The rich man drives his car past, The poor man on bare feet. That rich man do get what he wants The poor must know defeat, While we say. (Chorus) Little by little by little, And stone by stone. Rich man's mountain comes crumbling down |
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from UB40 - Cover Up (2001)
Let me know, what I got to do
Make it so, I can get it through to you (Chorus) Blow by blow accounts in black and blue Make it so, let it go, make it so............. Any other time we would welcome you Right now there's something else we got to do Verse 1 We commiserate but were running late Hurry up and wait. (Repeat chorus) Have we met before, can't remember you Now tell us what it is you wanted us to do Verse 2 Book a future date to negotiate Hurry up and wait. (Repeat chorus) The problem is fundamentally Over the horizon where we can't see Verse 3 We can't relate so we segregate Hurry up and wait. (Repeat chorus |
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from UB40 - Present Arms (1992)
Ah who seh, sensimilla
Ah who seh, lambsbread I till ya Ah who seh, sensimilla The wicked man, the wicked man deh'pon the street A whole heap of wind-ups deh'pon the street Thiefing, looting, lying, me seh dep'pon the street A hustling, a hustling deh'pon the street Me seh a flat-foot hustling deh'pon the street The drug squad seh them dep'pon the street. B-line, mash it, me seh mash it, me seh B-line, rock it, me seh shock it, me seh B-line, rub it, me seh dub it, me seh B-line, under heavy manners, me seh B-line, rock it, me seh shock it, me seh B-line, mash it, me seh crash it, me seh B-line. |
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