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Wednesday, 16 April 2014
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Listen Reggae bali - mr.sunshine


Lyrics

Misty Morning (Bob Marley)

Misty mornin', don't see no sun;
I know you're out there somewhere having fun.
There is one mystery - yea-ea-eah - I just can't express:
To give your more, to receive your less.
One of my good friend said, in a reggae riddim,
"Don't jump in the water, if you can't swim."
The power of philosophy - yea-ea-eah - floats through my head
Light like a feather, heavy as lead;
Light like a feather, heavy as lead, yeah.

See no sun! Oh.
Time has come, I want you -
I want you to straighten out my tomorrow! Uh.
I want - I want - I want you - (tomorrow).
Oh, wo-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
I want you to straighten out my (tomorrow)!

Misty (morning) mornin', don't see no sun;
I know you're out there somewhere having fun.
Mysteries I just can't express:
How can you ever give your more to receive your less?
Like my good friend said, in a reggae riddim:
"You can't jump - you can't jump in the water, if you can't swim."

I want you (I want you) - I want you to straighten out my today -
My tomorrow - my-my-my - my - my
(I want you to straighten out my tomorrow).
On a misty morning, uh! (I want you to straighten out my tomorrow).
Oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh!
(I want you to straighten out my tomorrow)
Straighten out my tomorrow - my tomorrow! Need some straightenin' out!
(I want you to straighten out my tomorrow)
Mist! Mm. (I want) Mist! (you to straighten out my tomorrow)
Misty! Oh! (I want you to straighten out my tomorrow) - /fadeout/

Roots, Rock, Reggae (Bob Marley)

Play I some music, this a reggae music
Play I some music, this a reggae music
Roots Rock Reggae, this a reggae music
Roots Rock Reggae, this a reggae music

Hey mister music, sure sounds good to me
I can't refuse it, what to be got to be
Feel like dancing, dance cause we are free
Feel like dancing, come dance with me
Roots Rock Reggae, this a reggae music
Roots Rock Reggae, this a reggae music
Play I some music, this a reggae music
Play I some music, this a reggae music

Play I on the R&B, want all my people to see
We bubbling on the top 100, just like a mighty dread
(repeat)

Roots Rock Reggae, this a reggae music
Roots Rock Reggae, this a reggae music
Play I some music, this a reggae music
Play I some music, this a reggae music

Could You Be Loved (Bob Marley)

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

Don't let them fool ya,
Or even try to school ya! Oh, no!
We've got a mind of our own,
So go to hell if what you're thinking is not right!
Love would never leave us alone,
A-yin the darkness there must come out to light.

Could you be loved and be loved?
Could you be loved, wo now! - and be loved?

(The road of life is rocky and you may stumble too,
So while you point your fingers someone else is judging you)
Love your brotherman!
(Could you be - could you be - could you be loved?
Could you be - could you be loved?
Could you be - could you be - could you be loved?
Could you be - could you be loved?)

Don't let them change ya, oh! -
Or even rearrange ya! Oh, no!
We've got a life to live.
They say: only - only -
only the fittest of the fittest shall survive -
Stay alive! Eh!

Could you be loved and be loved?
Could you be loved, wo now! - 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.)
Say something! (Could you be - could you be - could you be loved?
Could you be - could you be loved?)
Say something! Say something!
(Could you be - could you be - could you be loved?)
Say something! (Could you be - could you be loved?)
Say something! Say something! (Say something!)
Say something! Say something! (Could you be loved?)
Say something! Say something! Reggae, reggae!
Say something! Rockers, rockers!
Say something! Reggae, reggae!
Say something! Rockers, rockers!
Say something! (Could you be loved?)
Say something! Uh!
Say something! Come on!
Say something! (Could you be - could you be - could you be loved?)
Say something! (Could you be - could you be loved?)
Say something! (Could you be - could you be - could you be loved?)
Say something! (Could you be - could you be loved?) /fadeout/

Les Gens Riches (Les Wampas)

Les gens riches ont souvent de l'argent
Les gens riches en font toujours des tonnes
Les gens riches aiment bien le bon vieux temps
Les gens riches aiment bien les Washington
Pas mooooi!

Je m'en fous de c'que les gens disent
Je danse sur la lune
Je m'en fous de c'que les gens pensent
Je danse sur la lune
Je m'en fous de c'que les gens disent
Je danse sur la lune
Je m'en fous de c'que les gens pensent
Je danse sur la lune
Go!

Les gens riches font du surf à Bali
Les gens riches font tout mieux que personne
Ils ne comprennent pas pourquoi je crie
Les gens riches aiment bien les Washington
Pas mooooi!

Je m'en fous de c'que les gens disent
Je danse sur la lune
Je m'en fous de c'que les gens pensent
Je danse sur la lune
Je m'en fous de c'que les gens disent
Je danse sur la lune
Je m'en fous de c'que les gens pensent
Je danse sur la lune
Come on!

[Instrumental]

Je m'en fous de c'que les gens disent
Je danse sur la lune
Je m'en fous de c'que les gens pensent
Je danse sur la lune
(x6)

Prologue (Kate Bush)

We're gonna be laughing about this
We're gonna be dancing around
It's gonna be so good now
It's gonna be so good

Oh so exciting, mmh go on and on
Every time you leave us
So Summer will be gone
So you'll never grow old to us

It's gonna be so good now
It's gonna be so good
Can you see the lark ascending?

Oh so romantic, swept me off my feet
Like some kind of magic
Like the light in Italy
Lost its way across the sea…

Roma Roma mia
Tesoro mio, bella
Pieno di sole luce
Bali cozi bene, bene
Pianissimo
Pianissimo

Chorus
What a lovely afternoon
What a lovely afternoon
Oh will you come with us
To find the song of the oil and brush

Boogie Down (Beenie Man)

Intro:
Yeah...

Chorus:
Woman a scream and a boogie down pon di dance floor
A ask di selector fi more
Compultory mek yuh hear a shot bus' fi sure
Because di place full up a hardcore
Man and woman have fun although wi poor
Nuff mouth get fed and gun haffi store
How di hell yuh fi waan' only mek noise when a music mek nuff skull nuh bore ?

Verse 1:
Ask them!
Have you ever tek a tracks dung a Brayton...
Fi hear Classics sound a boogie down?
Di same people politics operate music mek dem all gather round
Well, yuh nuh si this dancehall business gone to zero
Every champion sound ina di business tun disco
Yuh nuh have nuh more King champion sound outta road weh a play weh fi bus nuh more hero
How some guys wonder how yuh hear bout Johnny Ringo?
A from Gemini and di Great Volcano
King Jammy's, King Tubby's, and Heat Wave, dem deh sound come bout as dancehall hero... but

Chorus

Verse 2:
Well hey...
Mi nah watch no face
I will turn down di bass
But music haffi ina di place....yes
Poor people get vex
'Cause wi done mark wi X
No music, no election nuh flex
Hey....
This is di way Government respond
After reggae music just tek over France
Poor people media and food for substance
Check Sunsplash for instance....but

Rhonda (Pastor Troy)

Pastor Troy:

KD had called and gave me the word
Said this nigga had ten birds, in Augusta for the week
From the islands
As soon as K told me this shit, I started smiling
Cause all I could see was money piling
Shit, on top of money
Now, ??? with the money for the week, and Chesapeake
The heat made my nigga take a break
If I could catch all 10 of them bitches, and I don't look suspicious
I'ma sell the ** quart for the ?? the ha ha
As I told K bye bye, he shot me advice
If you gone do it nigga do it nigga, ** thinking twice
This is ya nigga for life
Go fight 'em fire for fire
Hit my hip when you finish said his calling card expired
Hung up the phone, contemplating on who help me do it
There's Kia and Jessica and then Rhonda truitt
Now Jessica to stupid and Kia lie to much,
I guess I'll take Rhonda, cause Rhonda don't give a **
But first I got to pump her up
I'm give her what, 10 g's
Tell her if she really love me she would do this for me
Eternally we'll be together for better or for worse
But first we got to take these niggas to the hearse
Burst in they shit, get the bricks come back out
I'm be waiting in the chevy, you know I'm ready to take em' out
If they front 'cha baby, come on, we make it we rich
Come on, shit, Rhonda, my down**bitch

Chorus: <Help me Rhonda, help help me Rhonda (in background)
I'm the realist bitch
I'm mo' realer than reality
** that dumb shit, it take nothing to a casualty
<Repeat 4X>

Well I'm the realist bitch
I'm mo realer than reality (well uh huh)
** that dumb shit (uh huh)
It take nothing to a casualty (what)
FBI be after me, quareter ki in my womanly (uh huh)
Coming back from St. Croix
First lady to Pastor Troy (well come on)
Even I'm a Georgia Boy, cause boy I'm ready jack (well uh huh)
All you got to say is where them pussy niggas hangin' at (well uh huh)
Drop it like a maniac (uh huh)
Set it off by myself (well uh huh)
** them pussy mother**ers and who ever else

Pastor Troy:

Okay baby, you set it off, there will be no more living single
I'll be ready to tie the knot after we lick them for them blocks
Grab the glock, and shot out the lot, and keep on bustin'
Then I'm gone bust in cusin' and leave his punk**fa' nothing
Now what's in store for you is 10 g's
(That's enough for me, I don't give a fat **
what's the ** hold up?)
About this time I saw a truck, to a familiar
K had said them mother**ers had a truck similiar
Passengers are him and her, playing some reggae shit
Two a.k.'s, me and my bitch, one false move we gone spit
Guess the driver thank he slick, dred head mother**er
Guess he most be know my bitch, Rhonda watch them mother**ers
That owe 'em money, that what, with K.D. & Chesapeake
Heard that when he spoke with me and now her folk wanna smoke me
If he had the keys all I can do now is wonder
But for now me and Rhonda filling 'em up with the thunder

Chorus: (Repeat 4X)

Storm [On and On] (Beenie Man)

Intro (Beenie):
Yow! New Year
New ting, new everything
Hail King Selassi
Make, make money, money, money
Make money, money, money
Tell dem, warn dem again

Verse 1 (A.R.P.):
New year started oldies gone once again
We are striving, going to stay true 'till the end
It's A.R.P. and Beenie Man once again
On and one, on and on

Chorus (A.R.P.):
On and on, we keep the storm
Now a new year start and the old one gone
Repeat

Verse 2 (Beenie):
Cho!
Mi haffi wonder if some bwoy consider mi
Say last year mi hot, but this year mi hotta
Man ano oven, man ano furnace, man ano fire
Man a lava
How yuh fi dis mi
When mi just getting stamma
Bwoy, calm man a blow weh like storm
After dusk there must be dawn
Bad man deh ya, mashing up di lawn
A.R.P. come down, sing it out mek mi gwane

Chorus

Verse 3 (Beenie):
Yow!
Nuff would a love si mi loose
And mi confuse
But wi done reach a France
Shoot di ball from wi shoes
How dem a come read di X-News
Dem nu know seh a so bad man move
How dem a dis ana gwane
Like dem run de ting
Shing! Yuh nu hear seh beer bottle fling a Sting
But what a ting, Beenie Man haffi sing
A.R.P. come dung, come sing pon di riddim

Chorus

Verse 4 (Beenie):
Long time mi stand up ana warn
An some D.J. dem a blow like alarm
Tell mi a tell dem seh fi cool an' calm
How some bwoy dem all a dis mi inna di lawn
When mi tell dem, man a di king, wear di crown
An' a mi run di hall
How dem a dis mi, when dem gal friend a bawl an' a call
Seh Beenie Man a tear dung dem wall
A.R.P. hold di mike, an' mi nuh salt
Mi haffi ram dancehall

Chorus

Verse 5:
Now why yuh want to go and do that now punk
Why yuh want to go and do that (ah, ah, ah)
Why yuh want to go and do that now punk
Why yuh want to go and do that
Come sing a verse

Chorus

Romeo (Sublime)





I have a secret place inside my mind
where I keep hidden inspiration you will find.
And when my petty anger goes to my head
you'll find I'm better off dead.
Oh and I don't hold the key
to find out what is killing me its
been so long but somehow i just still care
I am a Romeo am a Romeo with no place to go

Sometimes I think you hate me hang up the phone
but take a closer look this hate I feel is my own.
So many times I've loved you, more than myself,
it's time to take that love and put it on the shelf.
Oh, and when I hold you tight,
it makes me want to scream and fight.
Love turned to hate,
some how it's just, how it's just,
how it's just to late.

I am a Romeo, am a Romeo with no place to go

Rock the reggae music, cuz it sounds so fine, right!
When I hold you tight, in my arms you are mine,
but in the morning when I wake up and I still feel the same,
I know something goin on and I know who's to blame.
Everytime I tell you I'm the real Romeo,
it fills my soul and heart with anger, pain, and sorrow.
Cuz' somthings going on and I think you should know,
so listen to my rhyme, cuz this is how it goes:

In a tight mini short in a short mini skirt,
it feels so wrong and it feels so right.
the more I think about it you're a pain in the ass,
I told you many times, this time it's gonna last.
Want the kind of woman who can make me feel right,
not sloppy drunk ** on a Saturday night. cuz,

I am a Romeo, am a Romeo with no place to go

Pull up your honey if you gotta one see,
because your down with the style, cuz your down with me. oh,
rig the selector when your on the mixer,
along with Peter Mitchell upon the echo chamber. Two, one,
no they must see but no, they can't test me.
Two, three of them come and say you cant test me.
Because me rock the reggae music in a different stylee.
Me rock the kinda reggae music right on time, because your down with the
band that they call Sublime, right?

Don't take it too slow, don't take me wrong,
me know which way to go, me, me, me, me alright,
me rock the reggae music day and all night.

Makes you wanna explode,
makes me wanna explode,
makes me wanna explode,
makes you wanna explode,
sometimes it makes you wanna explode.

Down By The River (Morgan Heritage)

(Oh yeah) I'll be down by the river
Waiting for the good Lord to pass my way
(Oh yeah) I'll be down by the river
Singing songs of joy on this lovely day
(Oh yeah)

Three singing birds told me
By sunrise he's always there in the morning
praying And blessing the day

I heard about this little tale long time ago
But never had the faith to believe in my soul (yeah)
Now mother sent to me three little birds
Singing a son convincing me it was so
Now I'm on my way
Anyone come to see me this day
Tell them I'll be gone for the day

(Oh yeah) I'll be down by the river
Waiting for the good Lord to pass my way
(Oh yeah) I'll be down by the river
Singing songs of joy on this lovely day
(Oh yeah)

I heard about this little tale long time ago
But never had the faith to believe in my soul (yeah)
Now mother sent to me three little birds
Singing a son convincing me it was so
Now I'm on my way
Anyone come to see me this day
Tell them I'll be gone for the day

(Oh yeah) I'll be down by the river
Waiting for the good Lord to pass my way
(Oh yeah) I'll be down by the river
Singing songs of joy on this lovely day
(Oh yeah)


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