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Bass Culture
-Linton Kwesi Johnson muzik of blood black reared pain rooted heart geared; all tensed up in the bubble and the bounce an the leap an the weight-drop. it is the beat of the heart, this pulsing of blood that is a bublin bass, a bad bad beat pushin gainst the wall whey bar black blood an is a whole heappa passion a gather like a frightful form like a righteous harm giving off wild like is madness |
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from Linton Kwesi Johnson - Independant Intavenshan: The Island Anthology (2001)
dem wi´gi' whey dem talent to di state
an´di black workin´ class andahrate dem wi´ side wid oppressah w´en di goin´ get ruff side wid aggressah w´en di goin´ get tuff dem a black petty-booshwah dem full of flaw dem a black petty-booshwah dem full of flaw tru dem seh dem edicate dem a gwaan irate tru dem seh dem edicate dem a seek tap rate dem a seek posishan aaf di backs of blacks seek promoshan aaf di backs af blacks dem a black petty-booshwah dem full of flaw dem a black petty-booshwah dem full of flaw dem a run-up dem mout´ an´ a shout all about tru dem have a lat a dou´t ´bout di stren´t af blacks dem a run-up dem mout´ an´ a shout all about but w´en wi launch wi attack dem wi´ haffi dress back dem a black petty-booshwah dem full of flaw dem a black petty-booshwah dem full of flaw! |
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from Linton Kwesi Johnson - Independant Intavenshan: The Island Anthology (2001)
dem wi´gi' whey dem talent to di state
an´di black workin´ class andahrate dem wi´ side wid oppressah w´en di goin´ get ruff side wid aggressah w´en di goin´ get tuff dem a black petty-booshwah dem full of flaw dem a black petty-booshwah dem full of flaw tru dem seh dem edicate dem a gwaan irate tru dem seh dem edicate dem a seek tap rate dem a seek posishan aaf di backs of blacks seek promoshan aaf di backs af blacks dem a black petty-booshwah dem full of flaw dem a black petty-booshwah dem full of flaw dem a run-up dem mout´ an´ a shout all about tru dem have a lat a dou´t ´bout di stren´t af blacks dem a run-up dem mout´ an´ a shout all about but w´en wi launch wi attack dem wi´ haffi dress back dem a black petty-booshwah dem full of flaw dem a black petty-booshwah dem full of flaw! |
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from Linton Kwesi Johnson - Independant Intavenshan: The Island Anthology (2001)
DI EAGLE AND DI BEAR
Di Eagle and di Bear a keep a living in fear Of the impending nuclear warfare But as a matter of fact a" believe it or not Plenty people don't care whether it imminent or not Or who di first one to attack or if the human race (aba) survive or not For those whom is aware Them life already coming like a nightmare And you can see it everywhere The famine and the fear The doubt and the drought Desperation and despair And you can see it all around The massacres abound Dead bodies all around The atrocities abound Missing persons can' t be found Dictators get dethroned New clowns are quickly found |
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from Linton Kwesi Johnson - Independant Intavenshan: The Island Anthology (2001)
It was in April, nineteen.....eighty one
Down 'n on dee ghetto of Brix-ton Dat deh Babylon dem cause such a fric-tion Dat it bring about a GREAT insohreck-shun And it spread all over deh nay-shun It was TRULY an historical occas-sion It was event of deh year and I wish I had been deer When we run riot 'tall over Brixton When we MASH up 20 police van When we MASH up the wicked one plan When we MASH up the swam(?) '81, fi what? Fi make deh rule of dem understand Dat we NAH take no more of dem oppression And meh check out deh ghetto grapevine To find out all dat I can find Every rebel jus a revel in dem stahry Dem ah talk bout deh power and deh glory Dem ah talk bout deh burning and the looting Dem ah talk bout deh smashing and the grabbing Dem ah tell me bout deh vanquish and deh victree Dem said deh babylon dem went too far ?????????????????????????????????????????? And one or two innocent get marred, buh wha? Thas how it go sometimes in a war, in star(?) Thas how it go sometimes in a war Dem say we burn down deh Judge we coulda burn da landlord We burn down deh Judge we never burn da landlord When we run riot 'tall over Brixton When we MASH up 20 police van When we MASH up the wicked one plan When we MASH up the swam(?) '81 Dem say we commendear car and we gather ammunition We build wif barricade and deh wicked catch afraid We send out we scout figure find dem whereabout Den we form up wif posse and we make ??? raid Well now dem run down deh plan "call to action" But dem plastic bullet an' dem water can-non Will bring a BLAM BLAM, will bring a BLAM BLAM Nevermind scare mahn...WE bring a BLAM BLAM |
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from Linton Kwesi Johnson - Independant Intavenshan: The Island Anthology (2001)
we gonna smash their brains in
cause they ain't got nofink in 'em we gonna smash their brains in cause they ain't got nofink in 'em some a dem say dem a niggah haytah an' some a dem say dem a black beatah some a dem say dem a black stabbah an' some a dem say dem a paki bashah fashist an di attack noh baddah worry 'bout dat fashist an di attack wi wi' fite dem back fashist an di attack den wi countah-attack fashist an di attack den wi drive dem back we gonna smash their brains in cause they ain't got nofink in 'em we gonna smash their brains in cause they ain't got nofink in 'em |
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from Linton Kwesi Johnson - Independant Intavenshan: The Island Anthology (2001)
Forces of Viktry
And we're coming right thru Yeah the forces of viktry Know what you're gonna do We mek a likkle beat In 1978 And they fight and they fight And they feed the state Them holler Which is forward We knock ‘pon the gate Them holler Which is forward And there's nothing at the gate Yeah, the Forces of Viktry And we're coming right thru Yeah the forces of viktry Know what you're gonna do We dressed in red And we're feelin' dread We dressed in green And we're feelin' mean We dressed in purple And we're dressed in Yellow We dressed in Blue And we're coming right thru Yeah, the Forces of Viktry And we're coming right thru Yeah the forces of viktry Now what you're gonna do Coming with their army So don't you get balmy Them coming with their blade And them drive you insane Coming with their bodies And their mek their rounds Coming with their tank And Babylon get bombed The Forces of Viktry And we're coming right thru Forces of viktry Know what you're gonna do When ya call a physician Say them hold position When ya call a physician Them no got no ammunition And them got no position When ya call a physician Them a poor position Them got no ammunition And them got no position Forces of Viktry And we're coming right thru Forces of viktry Know what you're gonna do |
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from Linton Kwesi Johnson - Independant Intavenshan: The Island Anthology (2001)
w'en mi jus' come to Landan toun
mi use to work pan di andahgroun but workin' pan di andahgroun y'u don't get fi know your way around Inglan is a bitch dere's no escapin it Inglan is a bitch dere's no runnin' whey fram it mi get a lickle jab in a bih 'otell an' awftah a while, mi woz doin' quite well dem staat mi aaf as a dish-washah but w'en mi tek a stack, mi noh tun clack-watchah Inglan is a bitch dere's no escapin it Inglan is a bitch no baddah try fi hide fram it w'en dem gi' you di lickle wage packit fus dem rab it wid dem big tax rackit y'u haffi struggle fi mek en's meet an' w'en y'u goh a y'u bed y'u jus' can't sleep Inglan is a bitch dere's no escapin it Inglan is a bitch a noh lie mi a tell, a true mi use to work dig ditch w'en it cowl noh bitch mi did strang like a mule, but bwoy, mi did fool den awftah a while mi jus' stap dhu ovahtime den awftah a while mi jus' phu dung mi tool Inglan is a bitch dere's no escapin it Inglan is a bitch y'u haffi know how fi survive in it well mi dhu day wok an' mi dhu nite wok mi dhu clean wok an' mi dhu dutty wok dem seh dat black man is very lazy but if y'u si how mi wok y'u woulda sey mi crazy Inglan is a bitch dere's no escapin it Inglan is a bitch y'u bettah face up to it dem a have a lickle facktri up inna Brackly inna disya facktri all dem dhu is pack crackry fi di laas fifteen years dem get mi laybah now awftah fifteen years mi fall out a fayvah Inglan is a bitch dere's no escapin it Inglan is a bitch dere's no runnin' whey fram it mi know dem have work, work in abundant yet still, dem mek mi redundant now, at fifty-five mi gettin' quite ol' yet still, dem sen' mi fi goh draw dole Inglan is a bitch dere's no escapin it Inglan is a bitch is whey wi a goh dhu 'bout it? |
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from Linton Kwesi Johnson - Independant Intavenshan: The Island Anthology (2001)
people sayin' dis
people sayin' dat 'bout di yout' af today how dem carryin' on away an' it noh funny it noh funny dem wi' tek chance fi get a lickle kile dem wi' tek chance fi live-it-up a while dem wi' tek chance fi live-it-up in style dem wi' tek chance fi goh jump an' prance dem wi' tek chance far dem love blues dance dem wi' tek chance an' dem don't count di caas people sayin' dis people sayin' dat 'bout di yout' af today how dem causin' affray an' it noh funny it noh funny dem wi' tek chance an' dem love cuss raas dem wi' tek chance dem wi'skip dem claas dem wi' tek chance fi goh pap a lickle style dem wi' tek chance dem dhu it all di while dem wi' tek chance but some a dem laas dem wi' tek chance an'dem don't count di caas people sayin' dis people sayin' dat 'bout di yout' af today 'bout di way dem stay an' it noh funny it noh funny dem wi' tek chance fi get a lickle kally dem wi' tek chance wid y'u lickle sistah Sally dem wi' tek chance far dem feel dem force dem wi' tek chance but dem gat no course dem wi' tek chance but dem is nat advanced dem wi' tek chance an' dem don't count di caas people sayin' dis people sayin' dat 'bout di yout' af today how dem really stay an' it noh funny it noh funny |
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from Linton Kwesi Johnson - Independant Intavenshan: The Island Anthology (2001)
Whenever it rains I think of you
And I always remember that day in may When I saw you walking in the rain I know not what it was nor why For ususally I'm quite shy I ax'd your name, you smile and said "Lorraine" I ax'd if I could share your umbrella You smiled and said "what a cheeky little fella" Now I'm standin' in the rain in vain, Loraine Hoping to see you again Tears fall from me eyes like rain, Loraine A terrible pain in me brain, Loraine You're drivin' me insane Whenever it rains I think of you And I always remember that day in may When I saw you walking in the rain I know not what it was nor why For ususally I'm quite shy but from the moment I saw you I knew, that I needed you in my life from that moment on I knew that I wanted you for my wife Now I'm standin' in the rain in vain, Loraine Hoping to see you again Tears fall from me eyes like rain, Loraine A terrible pain in me brain, Loraine You're drivin' me insane Whenever it rains I think of you And I always remember that day in may When I saw you walking in the rain I know not what it was nor why For ususally I'm quite shy I said " let's go back to my place for some coffee" You frown and said "well, kiss me batty" I fell so ashamed, I did not even notice When your bus came, and went again Now I'm standin' in the rain in vain, Loraine Hoping to see you again Tears fall from me eyes like rain, Loraine A terrible pain in me brain, Loraine You're drivin' me insane, Loraine, Loraine, Loraine |
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from Linton Kwesi Johnson - Independant Intavenshan: The Island Anthology (2001)
Mekkin Histri
now tell mi someting mistah govahment tell mi someting how lang yu really feel yu coulda keep wi andah heel wen di trute done reveal bout how yu grab an steal bout how yu mek yu crooked deal mek yu crooked deal? well doun in Soutall where Peach did get fall di Asians dem faam-up a human wall gense di fashist an dem police sheil an dem show dat di Asians gat plenty zeal gat plenty zeal gat plenty zeal it is noh mistri wi mekkin histri it is noh mistri wi winnin victri now tell mi someting mistah police spokesman tell mi someting how lang yu really tink wi woulda tek yu batn lick yu jackboot kick yu dutty bag a tricks an yu racist pallyticks yu racist pallyticks? well doun in Bristal dey ad noh pistal but dem chase di babylan away man yu shoulda si yu babylan how dem really run away yu shoulda si yu babylan dem dig-up dat dey dig-up dat dey dig-up dat dey it is noh mistri wi mekkin histri it is noh mistri wi winnin victri now tell mi someting mistah ritewing man tell mi someting how lang yu really feel wi woulda grovel an squeal wen soh much murdah canceal wen wi woun cyaan heal wen wi feel di way wi feel feel di way wi feel? well dere woz Toxteh an dere woz Moss Side an a lat a addah places whey di police ad to hide well dere woz Brixtan an dere woz Chapeltoun an a lat a addah place dat woz burnt to di groun burnt to di groun burnt to di groun it is noh mistri wi mekkin histri it is noh mistri wi winnin victri |
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from Linton Kwesi Johnson - Independant Intavenshan: The Island Anthology (2001)
Dis is di age af reality
But some a wi a deal wid mitalagy Dis is di age af science an' teknalagy But some a wi check fi antiquity W'en wi can't face reality Wi leggo wi clarity Some latch aan to vanity Some hol' insanity Some get vision Start preach relijan But dem can't mek decishan W'en it come to we fite Dem can't mek decishan W'en it comes to wi rites Man, Dis is di age af reality But some a wi deal wid mitalagy Dis is di age af science an' teknalagy But some a wi check fi antiquity Dem one deh gaan outta line Dem naw live in fi wi time Far dem she dem get sign An' dem bline dem eye To di lite a di worl' An' gaan search widin Di dark a dem doom An' a shout 'bout sin Instead a fite fi win Man, Dis is di age af reality But some a wi deal wid mitalagy Dis is di age af science an' teknalagy But some a wi check fi antiquity Dis is di age af decishan Soh mek wi leggo relijan Dis is di age af decishan Soh mek we leggo divishan Dis is di age af reality Soh mek we leggo mitalagy Dis is di age of science an' teknalagy Soh mek wi hol' di clarity Mek wi hol' di clarity Mek wi hol' di clarity |
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from Linton Kwesi Johnson - Independant Intavenshan: The Island Anthology (2001)
galang dada
galang gwwaan yaw sah yu nevvah ad noh life fi live jus di wan life fi give yu did yu time pan ert yu nevvah get yu jus dizert galang goh smile inna di sun galang goh satta inna di palace af peace o di waatah it soh deep di waatah it soh daak an it full a hawbah shaak di lan is like a rack slowly shattahrin to san sinkin in a sesa af calamity where fear breed shadows dat lurks in di daak where people fraid fi waak fraid fi tink fraid fi taak where di present is haunted by di pass a deh soh mi bawn get fi know bout staam learn fi cling to di dawn an wen mi hear mi daddy sick mi quickly pack an tek a trip mi nevvah have noh time when mi reach fi si noh sunny beach wen mi reach jus people a live in shack people livin back-to-back mongst cackroach an rat mongst dirt an dizeez subjek to terrorist attack political intrigue kanstant grief an noh sign af relief o di grass turn brown soh many trees cut doun an di lan is ovahgrown fram country to toun is jus tissel an tawn inna di woun a di poor is a miracle ow dem endure di pain nite an day di stench af decay di clarin sights di guarded affluence di arrogant vices cole eyes af kantemp di mackin symbals af independence a deh soh mi bawn get fi know bout staam learn fi cling to di dawn an wen di news reach mi seh mi wan daddy ded mi ketch a plane quick an wen mi reach mi sunny isle it woz di same ole style di money well dry di bullits dem a fly plenty innocent a die many rivahs run dry ganja planes flyin high di poor man im a try yu tink a lickle try im try holdin awn bye an bye wen a dallah cyaan buy a lickle dinnah fi a fly galang dada galang gwaan yaw sah yu nevvah ad noh life fi live jus di wan life fi give yu did yu time pan ert yu nevvah get yu jus dizert galang goh smile inna di sun galang goh satta inna di palace af peace mi know yu couldn't tek it dada di anguish an di pain di suffahrin di prablems di strain di strugglin in vain fi mek two ens meet soh dat dem pickney coulda get a lickle someting fi eat fi put cloaz pan dem back fi put shoes pan dem feet wen a dallah cyaan buy a lickle dinnah fi a fly mi know yu try dada yu fite a good fite but di dice dem did loaded an di card pack fix yet still yu reach fifty-six before yu lose yu leg wicket ' a noh yu bawn grung here' soh wi bury yu a Stranger's Burying Groun near to mhum an cousin Daris nat far fram di quarry doun a August Town |
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from Linton Kwesi Johnson - Independant Intavenshan: The Island Anthology (2001)
You nuh see how de clou' them jus' came sit upon me dream
came sit upon me dream like a dark silk screen a dark silk screen over de vision I had seen vision I had seen, the vision I had seen So me say that Walter Radni was a victim of hate someone say that him gone thru heaven's gate someone that Walter Radni shouldn't tek up his true weight an' go carry 'pon 'im back like 'im de weary man a rock But look how de clou' dem jus' came sat upon me dream came sit upon me dream like a shout or a scream a shout or a scream or a really ugly scene that awake me from the dream an' alert me to the scheme So me say that Walter Radni was a prisoner of fate someone say that him gone thru de hero's gate someone say that Walter Radni couldn't tek his true weight so 'im tek it off 'im back an' go pick it 'pon 'im lap an' go fall in a trap, an' Sam Burnham get it drop But look how me dream come jus' get blown to smithereen came blown to smithereen ina de miggle of the dream Miggle of the dream before de peeple dem come in peeple dem come in, the peeple dem come in So me say that Walter Radni was no shark fi de sea An' all that him did wan' was fi set 'im peeple free Wi' de workers an' de peasan's him should a corporate But like a fish to de hook, 'im go bite 'pon Burnham bait You nuh see how me dream come jus' get blown to smithereen An' blown to smithereen ina de miggle of the dream Miggle of the dream before de really crucial scene the really crucial scene when the peeple dem come in |
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from Linton Kwesi Johnson - Independant Intavenshan: The Island Anthology (2001)
Shock, black double down-beat bouncin'
Rock-wize tumble doun sound music Foot drop, find drum blood story bass his'try is a-movin' is a-hurtin' black story Thunder from a bass drum soundin' Lightnin' from a trumpet and a organ Bass and rythm and trumpet double up Keep up with drums for a deep pound searchin' Ridim of a tropical, electrical storm Cool doun to de base of struggle Flame ridim of historical yearnin' Flame ridim of de time of turnin' Measurin' de time for bombs and for burnin' Slo' drop, make stop, move forward Dig doun to de root of pain Shape it into violence for de people They will know what to do, they will do it |
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from Linton Kwesi Johnson - Independant Intavenshan: The Island Anthology (2001)
From Brixton Prison, Jebb Avenue London S.W. 2 Inglan
Dear mama good day I hope that when these few lines reach you they may find you in the best of health I doun know how to tell ya dis for I did mek a solemn promise to tek care a lickle Jim an try mi bes fi look out fi him mama, I really did try mi bes but none a di less sorry fi tell ya seh, poor lickle Jim get arres it was de miggle a di rush hour hevrybody jus a hustle and a bustle to go home fi dem evenin shower mi an Jim stan up waitin pon a bus not causin no fuss when all of a sudden a police van pull up out jump tree policemen de whole a dem carryin baton dem walk straight up to me and Jim one a dem hold on to Jim seh dem tekin him in Jim tell him fi leggo a him for him nah do nutt'n and 'im nah t'ief, not even a but'n Jim start to wriggle de police start to giggle mama, mek I tell you wa dem do to Jim? mek I tell you wa dem do to 'im? Dem thump him him in him belly and it turn to jelly Dem lick 'im pon 'im back and 'im rib get pop Dem thump him pon him head but it tough like lead Dem kick 'im in 'im seed and it started to bleed Mama, I jus couldn't stan up deh, nah do nuttin' So mi jook one in him eye and him started fi cry me thump him pon him mout and him started fi shout me kick him pon him shin so him started fi spin me hit him pon him chin an him drop pon a bin - an crash, an dead More policman come dung dem beat me to the grung dem charge Jim fi sus <---- dem charge mi fi murdah mama, doan fret doan get depress an downhearted be of good courage till I hear from you I remain Your son, Sonny |
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from Linton Kwesi Johnson - Independant Intavenshan: The Island Anthology (2001)
The room was dark
Dusk howling softly 6 o'clock Charcoal light The fine sight Was moving black The sound was music mellow steady flow And man son mind just mystic red, green, red, green Your scene No man would dance but leap and shake That sharp through feeling right Shape that sound Tumbling down Making movement, ruff enuff Cos when the music met I-tops(?) I felt the sting, knew the shock, yeah, had to do and ride the rock Outta dis rock shall come a greener riddim Even more dread than what the breeze of glory bred Vibrating violence is our own(?) move Rocking with green rhythm The drought and dry root out The mighty poet I Roy was on the wire Weston did a skank and each man laugh and feeling irie, dread I Street 66, the said man said Any policeman come here will get some righteous, raasclot licks Yeah mon, whole heapa licks Ours(?) beat, the scene moving right When all on a sudden Bam, bam, bam, a knocking pon the door "Who is dat?", aksed Weston, feeling right "Open up, it's the police, come on, open up" "What address do you want?" "Number 66, come on, open up" Weston, feeling high, replied, "Yes, this is Street 66, step right in and take some licks." |
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I woz
waakin doun di road road di addah day when a hear a lickle yout-man say him seh: y´u noh si mi situation mi don´t have noh accamadaeshan mi haffi sign aan at di station at six in di evenin´ mi seh mi life got no meanin´ ah jus´ livin´ widout feelin´ still mi haffi mek a raze kaw mi come af age an mi want fi goh rave I woz waakin doun di road annadah day w´en ah hear annadah yout-man say him seh: mi naw wok fi noh pittance mi naw draw dem assistance mi use to run a lickle rackit but wha, di police dem di stap it an ah had woz to hap it still mi haffi mek a raze kaw mi come af age an mi want fi goh rave I woz waakin doun di road yet annadah day w´en ah hear annadah yout-man say him seh: mi haffi pick a packit tek a wallit fram a jackit mi haffi dhu it real crabit an´ if a lackit mi haffi pap it an´ if a safe mi haffi crack it ar chap it wid mi hatchit but mi haffi mek a raze kaw mi come af age an mi want fi goh rave |
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