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Spit fire like dragon, thinking them can escape
The works of William Gordon
Dem fire as Judas come, thinking them can ride on
The words of Marcus Garvey
(oh man de were) Filling up our heads with visions
while it's our souls on which they bargain
Live as they all live, blind as they are blind
They'll never know that, for this here price
We shall give our lives to them
Now did ya, did ya see dem ride into the war
Gone so long they call out to the one
Son I'm here for you they trapped him to belong,
When they were all
Standing at the foot of the moutain as we tried to
Warn them oh Jah Jah, we warn them
Still they come with their silver tongue show
Yes, and we chant them oh Rasta, we whant dem
They man come with their silver tongue show
(Good man say) You're just a string in the puppet show
Spit fire like dragon, thinking them can escape
The works of Mohandis Gandhi
Spit fire as Judas come, thinking them can destroy
The words of Bantu Biko
(oh man de were) Filling up our heads with visions
While it's our souls 'pon which they bargain
Oh the crisis de man light, the fittest de man fight,
They'll never know that
For this here price, we shall give our lives to them
Now did ya, did ya see dem ride into the war
Conquered us so long they hold their head up high
As them pray on the poor and juvenile
When they were all standing at the foot of the mountain
As we tried to warn them oh Jah Jah, we warn them
Still they come with their silver tongue show
Yes, and we chant them oh Rasta, we chant them
They man come with their silver tongue show
Chant them down, chant them down no they'll never know
Warn them oh Jah Jah, we warn them
Still they come with their silver tongue show
Yes, and we chant them oh Rasta, we chant them
They man come with their silver tongue show
(Good man say) You're just a string in the puppet show
Everyone's feeling pretty It's hotter than July Though the world's full of problems They couldn't touch us even if they tried From the park I hear rhythms Marley's hot on the box Tonight there will be a party On the corner at the end of the block Didn't know you Would be jammin' until the break of dawn I bet nobody ever told you that you would be jammin' until the break of dawn You would be jammin' and jammin' and jammin', jam on They want us to join their fighting But our answer today Is to let all our worries Like the breeze through our fingers slip away Peace has come to Zimbabwe Third World's right on the one Now's the time for celebration 'Cause we've only just begun Didn't know that you Would be jammin' until the break of dawn Bet you nobody ever told you that you Would be jammin' until the break of dawn Bet you nobody ever told you that you Would be jammin' until the break of dawn I know nobody told you that youWould be jammin' until the break of dawn We're jammin', jammin', jammin', jam on You ask me am I happy Well as matter of fact I can say that I'm ecstatic 'Cause we all just made a pactWe've agreed to get together Joined as children in Jah When you're moving in the positive Your destination is the brightest star You didn't know that you Would be jammin' until the break of dawn I bet you nobody ever told you that you Would be jammin' until the break of dawn Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, you Would be jammin' until the break of dawn Don't you stop the music, oh no, Na, na na... Nobody told you Oh, Oh, Oh, you Would be jammin' until the break of dawn I bet you if someone approached you yesterday to tell you that you would be jammin' you would not believe it because you never thought that you would be jammin' Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohjammin' 'til the break of dawn Oh, Oh, Oh, You may as well believe what you are feeling because you feel your body jammin'Oh, Oh, you would be jammin' until the break of dawn
Bem isto era só para experimentar a musica, e é claro que tinha de ser esta.
4 dancersA Physics manOne PreacherAnd a RastamanWhat a group that wasWhat a ride we hadFrom supermarket trolleysTo falling so badFrom Reggae musicTo Jazzy tunesA little of MazurkaMusic of cartoonsLate nightsAnd sleeping lateNot even one fightThere was no hateReligious conversationAbortionPreacher against itThe others for itFrom Hot DogsAnd Pizzas tooTo waking in the morningwith an urge to poo!A spider in the bathroomThe girls said, what a ceneThe boys could'nt careAs they were smoking the mary-jeanne4 dancersA Physics manOne PreacherAnd a RastamanWhat a group that wasWhat a ride we hadFrom supermarket trolleysTo falling so bad.Feliz 2006 para as minhas dançarinas, o padreco, e o fisico
É mais um ano que acabou, mais um ano que passou, mas o melhor está para vir e inda agora começou.Hoje não há mais rimas que isto depois começa a descambar.Quero apenas desejar um Bom Ano Novo a toda a gente que lê o meu blog, e tambem aos que não lêm que isto aqui não há descriminações, que tenham muitas razões para sorrir e concretizar os vossos sonhos, porque ja alguem dizia, "o sonho comanda a vida".Feliz 2006, mais uma vez e aurevoir!
