RoD sTeWaRt : I'aM sAiLLiNg!!

I am sailing, I am sailing.
home again, 'cross the sea.
I am sailing stormy waters
To be near you, to be free

I am flying, I am flying
Like a bird 'cross the sky
I am flying, passing high clouds
To be with you, to be free

Can you hear me, can you hear me
through the dark night far away
I am dying, forever trying
To be with you, who can say
(x2)

We are sailing, we are sailing
Home again 'cross the sea
We are sailing stormy waters
To be near you, to be free
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# Posté le samedi 23 mai 2009 07:02

bOB mArLeY: CoUlD yOu Be LoVeD

Could you be loved and be loved?
Could you be loved and be loved

Don't let them fool you
Or even try to school you, Oh! No
We've got a mind of our own
So go to hell if what you're thinkin' isn't right
Love would never leave us alone
In the darkness there must come out to light

Could you be loved and be loved?
Could you be loved and be loved

The road of life is rocky
And you may stumble too
So while you point your fingers
Someone else is judgin' you
Love your brotherman

Could you be, could you be, could you be loved?
Could you be, could you be loved?

Don't let them change you
Or even rearrange you, Oh! No
We've got a life to live
They say only, only
Only the fittest of the fittest shall survive
Stay alive

Could you be loved and be loved?
Could you be loved and be loved

You ain't gonna miss your water
Until your well runs dry
No matter how you treat him
The man will never be satisfied
Could you be, could you be, could you be loved
Could you be, could you be loved
Could you be, could you be loved

Say something, say something, say something
Say something
Reggae, Reggae
Say something
Rockers, Rockers
Say something could you be loved
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# Posté le samedi 23 mai 2009 06:52

BoB mArLeY : nO wOmAn No CrY

No woman, no cry
No woman, no cry
No woman, no cry
No woman, no cry
No woman, no cry
Said, I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in TrenchTown
Observing the hypocrites
As they would,
Mingle with the good people we meet
Good friends we have, oh good friends we've lost
Along the way
In this great future, you can't forget your past
So dry yours tears I say
And no woman, no cry
No woman, no cry
Here little darling, don't shed no tears
No woman, no cry
Said, I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in TrenchTown
And then Georgie would make the fire light
As it was, log wood burning through the night
Then we would cook corn meal porridge
Of which I'll share with you
My feet is my only carriage
So I've got to push on through
But while I'm gone I mean
Ev'rything's gonna be alright
Ev'rything's gonna be alright
Ev'rything's gonna be alright
Ev'rything's gonna be alright
Ev'rything's gonna be alright
Ev'rything's gonna be alright
Ev'rything's gonna be alright
Ev'rything's gonna be alright, so
Woman, no cry
No woman, no cry
Woman, little sister, don't shed no tears
No woman, no cry
I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in TrenchTown
And then Georgie would make the fire light
As it was, log wood burning through the night
Then we would cook corn meal porridge
Of which I'll share with you
My feet is my only carriage
So I've got to push on through
But while I'm gone
No woman, no cry
No woman, no cry
Woman, little sister, don't shed no tears
No woman, no cry
Hey, here little darling, don't shed no tears
No woman, no cry
Here little darling, don't shed no tears
No woman, no cry
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# Posté le samedi 23 mai 2009 06:46

BoB mArLeY: oNe LoVe


One love, one heart
Let's get together and feel alright
Hear the children crying (one love)
Hear the children crying (one heart)
Sayin': "Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel alright"
Sayin': "Let's get together and feel alright"
Let them all pass all their dirty remarks (one love)
There is one question I'd really love to ask (one heart)
Is there a place for the hopeless sinner
Who has hurt all mankind just to save is own?
Believe me, one love (what about..?)
One heart (what about..?)
Let's get together and feel alright
As it was in the beginning (one love)
So shall it be in the end (one heart)
Give thanks and praise to the Lord
And I will feel alright
Let's a-get together and feel alright
One more thing
Let's get together to fight this holy Armageddon (one love)
So when the man come there will be no no doom (one soul)
Have pity on those whose chances grow thinner
There ain't no hidden place from the farther of creation
Sayin' one love
What about the one heart? (what about..?)
Let's get together and feel alright
I'm pleading to mankind (one love)
Oh Lord wooah (one heart)
Give thanks and praise to the Lord
And I will feel alright
Let's get together and feel alright
Give thanks and praise to the Lord
And I will feel alright

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# Posté le samedi 23 mai 2009 06:40

BoB mArLeY : bUfFaLo SoLdieR

Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta:

There was a Buffalo Soldier in the heart of America,

Stolen from Africa, brought to America,

Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival.



I mean it, when I analyze the stench -

To me it makes a lot of sense:

How the Dreadlock Rasta was the Buffalo Soldier,

And he was taken from Africa, brought to America,

Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival.



Said he was a Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta -

Buffalo Soldier in the heart of America.



If you know your history,

Then you would know where you coming from,

Then you wouldn't have to ask me,

Who the 'eck do I think I am.



I'm just a Buffalo Soldier in the heart of America,

Stolen from Africa, brought to America,

Said he was fighting on arrival, fighting for survival;

Said he was a Buffalo Soldier win the war for America.



Dreadie, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,

Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!

Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,

Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!

Buffalo Soldier troddin' through the land, wo-ho-ooh!

Said he wanna ran, then you wanna hand,

Troddin' through the land, yea-hea, yea-ea.



Said he was a Buffalo Soldier win the war for America;

Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta,

Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival;

Driven from the mainland to the heart of the Caribbean.



Singing, woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,


Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!

Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,

Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!



Troddin' through San Juan in the arms of America;

Troddin' through Jamaica, a Buffalo Soldier# -

Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival:

Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta.



Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,

Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy!

Woy yoy yoy, woy yoy-yoy yoy,

Woy yoy yoy yoy, yoy yoy-yoy yoy! /fadeout/
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# Posté le samedi 23 mai 2009 06:36

BoB mArLeY:tHreE lItTle BiRdS

Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right.
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!"

Rise up this mornin',
Smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin', ("This is my message to you-ou-ou:")

Singin': "Don't worry 'bout a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right
Singin': "Don't worry (don't worry) 'bout a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!"

Rise up this mornin',
Smiled with the risin' sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin', "This is my message to you-ou-ou:"

Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, worry about a thing, oh!
Every little thing gonna be all right. Don't worry!"
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing" - I won't worry!
"'Cause every little thing gonna be all right."

Singin': "Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right" - I won't worry!
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right."
Singin': "Don't worry about a thing, oh no!
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!."


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# Posté le samedi 23 mai 2009 06:32

Modifié le samedi 23 mai 2009 06:49

BoB dYlOn:SaRa

I laid on a dune, I looked at the sky,
When the children were babies and played on the beach.
You came up behind me, I saw you go by,
You were always so close and still within reach.

Sara, Sara,
Whatever made you want to change your mind?
Sara, Sara,
So easy to look at, so hard to define.

I can still see them playin' with their pails in the sand,
They run to the water their buckets to fill.
I can still see the shells fallin' out of their hands
As they follow each other back up the hill.

Sara, Sara,
Sweet virgin angel, sweet love of my life,
Sara, Sara,
Radiant jewel, mystical wife.

Sleepin' in the woods by a fire in the night,
Drinkin' white rum in a Portugal bar,
Them playin' leapfrog and hearin' about Snow White,
You in the marketplace in Savanna-la-Mar.

Sara, Sara,
It's all so clear, I could never forget,
Sara, Sara,
Lovin' you is the one thing I'll never regret.

I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells,
I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through,
Stayin' up for days in the Chelsea Hotel,
Writin' "Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands" for you.

Sara, Sara,
Wherever we travel we're never apart.
Sara, oh Sara,
Beautiful lady, so dear to my heart.

How did I meet you? I don't know.
A messenger sent me in a tropical storm.
You were there in the winter, moonlight on the snow
And on Lily Pond Lane when the weather was warm.

Sara, oh Sara,
Scorpio Sphinx in a calico dress,
Sara, Sara,
You must forgive me my unworthiness.

Now the beach is deserted except for some kelp
And a piece of an old ship that lies on the shore.
You always responded when I needed your help,
You gimme a map and a key to your door.

Sara, oh Sara,
Glamorous nymph with an arrow and bow,
Sara, oh Sara,
Don't ever leave me, don't ever go.
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# Posté le samedi 23 mai 2009 06:27

BoB dYlOn:JoEy!!

Born in Red Hook Brooklyn in the year of who knows when
Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion
Always on the outside whatever side there was
When they asked him why it had to be that way "Well" he answered "just because".

Larry was the oldest Joey was next to last
They called Joe "Crazy" the baby they called "Kid Blast"
Some say they lived off gambling and running numbers too
It always seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue.

Joey, Joey
King of the streets child of clay
Joey, Joey
What made them want to come and blow you away.

There was talk they killed their rivals but the truth was far from that
No one ever knew for sure where they were really at
When they tried to strangle Larry, Joey almost hit the roof
He went out that night to seek revenge thinking he was bulletproof.

The war broke out at the break of dawn it emptied out the streets
Joey and his brothers suffered terrible defeats
Till they ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners
They stashed them away in a basement called them amateurs.

The hostages were trembling when they heard a man exclaim
"Let's blow this place to kingdom come let Con Edison take the blame"
But Joey stepped up, and he raised his hand and said, "We're not those kind of men
It's peace and quiet that we need to go back to work again".

Joey, Joey
King of the streets child of clay
Joey, Joey
What made them want to come and blow you away.

The police department hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith
They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with
"What time is it" said the judge to Joey when they met
"Five to ten" said Joey. The judge says, "That's exactly what you get".

He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzche and Wilhelm Reich
They threw him in the hole one time for trying to stop a strike
His closest friends were black men 'cause they seemed to understand
What it's like to be in society with a shackle on your hand.

When they let him out in '71 he'd lost a little weight
But he dressed like Jimmy Cagney and I swear he did look great
He tried to find the way back into the life he left behind
To the boss he said, "I've returned and now I want what's mine".

Joey, Joey
King of the streets child of clay
Joey, Joey
What made them want to come and blow you away.

It was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun
"I'm around too many children", he'd say, "they should never know of one"
Yet he walked right into the clubhouse of his lifelong deadly foe
Emptied out his register, said, "Tell 'em it was Crazy Joe".

One day they blew him down in a clam bar in New York
He could see it coming through the doors as he lifted up his fork
He pushed the table over to protect his family
Then he staggered out into the streets of Little Italy.

Joey, Joey
King of the streets child of clay
Joey, Joey
What made them want to come and blow you away.

Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep
I heard his best friend Frankie say, "He ain't dead he's just asleep"
Then I saw the old man's limousine head back towards the grave
I guess he had to say one last goodbye to the son that he could not save.

The sun turned cold over President Street and the town of the Brooklyn mourned
They said a mass in the old church near the house where he was born
And someday if God's in heaven overlooking his preserve
I know the men that shot him down will get what they deserve.

Joey, Joey
King of the streets child of clay
Joey, Joey
What made them want to come and blow you away.
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# Posté le samedi 23 mai 2009 06:23

BoB dYlOn:oH mY sIsTeR!!


Oh, sister, when I come to lie in your arms
You should not treat me like a stranger.
Our Father would not like the way that you act
And you must realize the danger.

Oh, sister, am I not a brother to you
And one deserving of affection?
And is our purpose not the same on this earth,
To love and follow his direction?

We grew up together
From the cradle to the grave
We died and were reborn
And then mysteriously saved.

Oh, sister, when I come to knock on your door,
Don't turn away, you'll create sorrow.
Time is an ocean but it ends at the shore
You may not see me tomorrow

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# Posté le samedi 23 mai 2009 06:06

Modifié le samedi 23 mai 2009 06:21

bob dylon:one more cup of coffee

Your breath is sweet

Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky.

Your back is straight, your hair is smooth

On the pillow where you lie.

But i don't sense affection

No gratitude or love

Your loyalty is not to me

But to the stars above.



One more cup of coffee for the road,

One more cup of coffee 'fore i go

To the valley below.



Your daddy he's an outlaw

And a wanderer by trade

He'll teach you how to pick and choose

And how to throw the blade.

He oversees his kingdom

So no stranger does intrude

His voice it trembles as he calls out

For another plate of food.



One more cup of coffee for the road,

One more cup of coffee 'fore i go

To the valley below.



Your sister sees the future

Like your mama and yourself.

You've never learned to read or write


There's no books upon your shelf.

And your pleasure knows no limits

Your voice is like a meadowlark

But your heart is like an ocean

Mysterious and dark.



One more cup of coffee for the road,

One more cup of coffee 'fore i go

To the valley below

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# Posté le samedi 23 mai 2009 05:57