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Bienvenido a Jamrock.
Acampa donde lo hacen los matones.
Dos libras por hierba de la mala
en la guantera de la furgoneta.
En tu bolso, en tu mochila, en tu maleta.
El olor os pondrá a tono a ti y a tu novia.
Algunos chicos no lo notan.
Tan sólo pasan por aquí como turistas,
por la playa, con sus bebidas.
Cuentos para ir a la cama,
y poses a lo Chuck Norris,
pero no conocen el verdadero dolor,
con sus sandalias.
Los matones harán
lo que tienen que hacer,
y no se lo pensarán dos veces
a la hora de dispararte.
No les dejes que te apunten,
a no ser que tú también lleves armas.
Tendrás serios problemas contigo.
Cuando el hombre de Trenchtown deja de reír
y para a todo el mundo,
se dan la vuelta y echan a correr.
Pero luego le aplauden.
Con la sirena y a toda leche,
la policía aparece en su Jeep,
sin poder detenerlo.
Algunos dicen que es un playboy,
un conejito de playboy.
Un tipo divertido con la mala costumbre
de colarse a los demás.
Que nadie se haga el duro,
si realmente no lo es.
¡Los rastafaris se las arreglan solos!
Bienvenido a Jamrock, bienvenido a Jamrock.
Afuera, en las calles, a eso lo llaman asesinato.
Bienvenido a Jamdown.
La gente pobre muere indiscriminadamente.
Violencia política. Auténticos fantasmas.
La juventud cegada por alcanzar la gloria.
El Rey de Reyes llama.
Un padre para los jóvenes.
Levanta tu mano si estás conmigo.
Verás el sufrimiento volviéndome loco.
No quepo en mi propio traje,
para ganar las elecciones hago trampas.
Y después de ello, no cumplo las promesas.
Venga, afrontémoslo.
La educación para los guetos es básica.
La mayoría de los jóvenes no la tienen,
y la sustituyen por pistolas.
Después no tienen oportunidad ninguna.
Y es con lo que la pequeña juventud engorda.
Con revistas de dudosa credibilidad en sus bolsos.
Con sus fiestas nocturnas
con sus chaquetas negras.
Los que no tienen una Glock, tienen un cohete.
Te meterán corriente como a un circuito eléctrico.
Luego una carrera escapando,
con la policía cortándoles el paso.
Y desde ese momento hasta que amanece, sin parar.
Bienvenido a Jamrock (Al norte y al sur)
Bienvenido a Jamrock (Al este, al oeste, oh)
Bienvenido a Jamrock (Cornwall, Middlesex y Surrey)
Bienvenido a Jamrock
Afuera, en las calles, a eso lo llaman asesinato.
"Oh, mamá, mamá, mira!
Tus niños están jugando otra vez en aquella calle.
¿No sabes lo que ha pasado allí?
A un joven de 14 años le pegaron un tiro.
Las pistolas de la cocaína de Jamdown Town.
Los payasos asesinos, los hombres del dinero sangriento.
Están disparando otra vez esas balas de Washington.
Cada celda de Chile puede hablar
de los gritos de los hombres torturados.
Recordad a Allende y los días de antes.
Antes de que el ejército llegara
Por favor, acuérdate de Víctor Jara
en el estadio de Santiago
Es verdad, otra vez aquellas balas de Washington.
Y en la Bahía de Cochinos en el 61.
La Habana para los playboys al sol cubano.
Para Castro es un color más rojo que rojo.
Esas balas de Washington quieren a Castro muerto.
Pues Castro es el color que les costará una rociada de plomo
Sandinista.
Cuando por primera vez
hicieron una revolución en Nicaragua
no hubo interferencias desde América.
Derechos humanos desde América.
Bien, la gente luchó contra el presidente y él huyó.
Sin balas de Washington, qué otra cosa podía hacer?
Sandinista.
Encuentra un rebelde afgano al que no le hayan dado las balas de Moscú.
Pregúntale lo que piensa sobre votar a los comunistas.
Pregúntale al Da-Lai La-Ma en las colinas del Tíbet
cuántos monjes se llevaron los chinos.
Detén a cualquier mercenario en un pantano
y comprueba cuántas balas británicas hay en su cartuchera..."
(The Clash)
Welcome to Jamrock, camp whe' da' thugs dem camp at
Two pounds a weed inna van back
It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your back pack
The smell a give yah girlfriend contact
Some boy noy notice, dem only come around like tourist
On the beach with a few club sodas
Bedtime stories, and pose like dem name Chuck Norris
And don't know the real hardcore
Cause Sandals a no 'back-to', da thugs Dem wi do whe' dem got to
And won't think twice to shot you
Don't make dem spot you, unless you carry guns a lot too
A bare tuff thing come at you
When Trenchtown man stop laugh and block-off traffic
Then them wheel and pop off and dem start clap it
With the pin file dung and it a beat drop it
Police come inna jeep and them cant stop it
Some say them a playboy, a playboy rabbit
Funnyman a get dropped like a bad habit
So nobody pose tuff if you don't have it
Rastafari stands alone!
[Chorus]
Welcome to Jamrock, Welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder!
[Verse 2]
Welcome to Jamdown, poor people a dead at random
Political violence, can't done! Pure ghost and phantom, the youth
Dem get blind by stardom
Now the Kings Of Kings a call
Old man to Pickney, so wave unno hand if you with me
To see the sufferation sicken me
Them suit no fit me, to win election dem trick we
Den dem don't do nuttin at all
Come on let's face it, a ghetto education's basic
A most a the youths them waste it
And when dem waste it, dat's when dem take da guns and replace it
Then them don't stand a chance at all
And dat's why a nuff little youth have up some fat matic
With the extra magazine inna them back pocket
And a bleach a night time inna some black jacket
All who not lock glocks, dem a lock rocket
Then will full you up a current like a short circuit
Dem a run a roadblock which part thr cops block it
And from now till a mornin not stop clock it
If the run outta rounds a brought back ratchet
[Chorus]
Welcome to Jamrock (Southside, Northside)
Welcome to Jamrock (East Coast, West Coast, huh, yo)
Welcome to Jamrock (Conwell, Middlesex and Surrey) Hey!
Welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder!!!
[Outro]
Jamaica Jamaica! Jamaica Jamaica! Now!
Jamaica Jamaica! Yo! Jamaica Jamaica!
Welcome to Jamrock, Welcome to Jamrock
Marc is somewhere in this photo... can you find him?? ;)
Bob Marley's home, 56 Hope rd. Kingston Jamaica.
Caribbean Fun Stop in Las Vegas. The only Caribbean club here. Spud's godfather is one of the 5 partners in this and every Christmas they throw a big party for all their regulars. It's located in the Commercial Center along with a club that has drag shows every weekend, and our only public swinger's club "the Green Door" It's also just off the "apex" of strip clubs so a lot of the dancers come to the club to relax in an atmosphere that reminds them that cold hard Vegas isn't outside the door. (I found this out after talking to a few of them last night.)
NOTE to MSHers: yes I conned him into naming his Party night "Risky business" and he got such a good response.. he's keeping it (and the scrim) as an annual event. In Vegas it really is WHO you know and not What you know that counts. :-)
Welcome to Jamrock, camp whe\' da\' thugs dem camp at
Two pounds a weed inna van back
It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your back pack
The smell a give yah girlfriend contact
Some boy noy notice, dem only come around like tourist
On the beach with a few club sodas
Bedtime stories, and pose like dem name Chuck Norris
And don\'t know the real hardcore
Cause Sandals a no \'back-to\', da thugs Dem wi do whe\' dem got to
And won\'t think twice to shot you
Don\'t make dem spot you, unless you carry guns a lot too
A bare tuff thing come at you
When Trenchtown man stop laugh and block-off traffic
Then them wheel and pop off and dem start clap it
With the pin file dung and it a beat drop it
Police come inna jeep and them cant stop it
Some say them a playboy, a playboy rabbit
Funnyman a get dropped like a bad habit
So nobody pose tuff if you don\'t have it
Rastafari stands alone!
Welcome to Jamrock, Welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder!
Welcome to Jamdown, poor people a dead at random
Political violence, can\'t done! Pure ghost and phantom, the youth
Dem get blind by stardom
Now the Kings Of Kings a call
Old man to Pickney, so wave unno hand if you with me
To see the sufferation sicken me
Them suit no fit me, to win election dem trick we
Den dem don\'t do nuttin at all
Come on let\'s face it, a ghetto education\'s basic
A most a the youths them waste it
And when dem waste it, dat\'s when dem take da guns and replace it
Then them don\'t stand a chance at all
And dat\'s why a nuff little youth have up some fat matic
With the extra magazine inna them back pocket
And a bleach a night time inna some black jacket
All who not lock glocks, dem a lock rocket
Then will full you up a current like a short circuit
Dem a run a roadblock which part thr cops block it
And from now till a mornin not stop clock it
If the run outta rounds a brought back ratchet
Welcome to Jamrock (Southside, Northside)
Welcome to Jamrock (East Coast, West Coast, huh, yo)
Welcome to Jamrock (Conwell, Middlesex and Surrey) Hey!
Welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder!!!
Jamaica Jamaica! Jamaica Jamaica! Now!
Jamaica Jamaica! Yo! Jamaica Jamaica!
Welcome to Jamrock, Welcome to Jamrock
This is a menu board that I've created for jamaican restaurants
to help promote and show their dishes to their customers.
The 45rpm 12” Jamaica Sound recording of Dillinger was, and is, a case of picking a book by its cover.
I have two more of this label’s releases (back in the USA) that definitely attracted me at the point of purchase. But this is all I have found so far about this label: tapirs.home.xs4all.nl/jslp.htm
The records were inexplicably manufactured in Ireland.
The jacket design was clearly trying to tap into the British Punk/Reggae crossover market (obviously).
You can note in the link I included above that Jamaica Sound released a lot of Dillinger. The side shown here, “Musical Music”, is credible, worthy of a few spins, but the flip-side “Rockers” is a rehash of Dillinger’s out-of-left-field hit “Cocaine in my Brain”.
In another take on Punk/Reggae comes the well-known Lee Perry penned Bob Marley and the Wailers 12” 45rpm release, “Punky Reggae Party”, with its own outstanding cover art. The story goes that Perry was enthusiastic about the punk rocker’s affection for Reggae, demonstrated in particular when The Clash covered “Police and Thieves”. Perry wrote “Punky Reggae Party” for Marley who was originally skeptical of punk rock’s intentions (he didn’t appreciate people who called themselves “rotten” and such) but he came around by realizing the British demographic that was supporting his music (and its radical bent) . When I bought this 12" 45rpm, "Punky Reggae Party" hadn’t been released by Island (who of course dipped into the back catalog after Marley had died) and in fact was said to have been suppressed for wider release (at that time) as the recording industry was notoriously down on Punk.
Of course they were down on Punk as Punk was way down on them (gobs and such) – Punk was meant to fail as otherwise it would just become another commoditized trend (oops – Green Day . . . ). The above also demonstrates that musical geniuses like Lee Perry keep their ears open and are often more open-minded about divergent sounds than the average listener.
Waipio Carnival n eh 1? home of "The Waipio Little League's Major Division team (ages 11-12)" and "The Waipio All-Stars, Little League's Junior Division District 7 champions"
Waipio Carnival
Central 0'ahu Reginal Park
Friday 7/18-20 Sunday 2008
Have fun at makaha d Rest 0f d 0hana =) me b00h-T stayz cl0se 2 h0me
JR GONG MARLEY - WELCOME TO JAMROCK
Verse 1:
Welcome to Jamrock, camp where di thugs dem camp at
Two pound a weed inna van bag
It inna yuh hand bag, yuh knapsack it inna yuh back pack
Di smell a give yuh girlfriend contact
Some bwoy nah notice, dem only come around like tourist
On di beach wid a few club sodas
Bedtime stories, and pose like dem name Chuck Norris
And don?t know di real hardcore
Cause (?) a nuh back too, di thugs dem weh do weh dem got to
And won?t tink twice to shot yuh
Don?t mek dem spot yuh, unless yuh carry guns aloit
A bare tuff tings come at yuh
When Trenchtown man stop laugh and block off traffic
Then dem wheel and pop off and dem start clap it
Wid di pin file dung and it a beat drop it
Police come inna jeep and dem caan stop it
Some seh dem a playbwoy a playbwoy rabbit
Funnyman a get dropped like a bad habit
So nuh bodda pose tuff if yuh don?t have it
Rastafari stands alone
Chorus: (?Ini Kamoze sample?)
Welcome to Jamrock, Welcome to Jamrock
?Out in the streets, they call it murder!!!!?)
Verse 2:
Welcome to Jamdown, poor people a dead at random
Political violence caan dun
Pure ghost and phantom, di yute dem get blind by stardom
Now di Kings Of Kings a call
Old man to pickney, so wave oonu hand if yuh wid mi
To see di sufferation sick mi
Dem suit nuh fit mi, to win election dem trick we
They they don?t do nuttin at all
Come on let?s face it, a ghetto education?s basic
A most a di yutes dem waste it
And when dem waste it, dat?s when they tek di guns replace it
Then dem don?t stand a chance at all
And dat?s why a nuff likkle yute have up some fat matics
Wid di extra magazine inna dem back pocket
And have leisure night time inna some black jacket
All who nah lock glocks a dem a lock rocket
Then we full yuh up a current like a short circuit
Dem a run a roadblock which part di cops block it
And from now till a mornin nuh stop clock it
If dem run outta round I brought back ratchet
Chorus(*Ini Kamoze sample)
Welcome to Jamrock (Southside, Northside)
Welcome to Jamrock (East Coast, West Coast, huh, yo)
Welcome to Jamrock (Conwell, Middlesex ?) Hey!
Welcome to Jamrock
(?Out in the streets, they call it murder!!!)
Outro:
Jamaica Jamaica!!!! Jamaica Jamaica! Now!
Jamaica Jamaica!!!! Yo! Jamaica Jamaica!!!!
Welcome to Jamrock, Welcome to Jamrock
altered pamphlet
page 2 of 4
Oh! Mama, Mama look there!
Your children are playing in that street again
Don't you know what happened down there?
A youth of fourteen got shot down there
The Kokane guns of Jamdown Town
The killing clowns, the blood money men
Are shooting those Washington bullets again
As every cell in Chile will tell
The cries of the tortured men
Remember Allende, and the days before,
Before the army came
Please remember Victor Jara,
In the Santiago Stadium,
Es verdad - those Washington Bullets again
And in the Bay of Pigs in 1961,
Havana fought the playboy in the Cuban sun,
For Castro is a colour,
Is a redder than red,
Those Washington bullets want Castro dead
For Castro is the colour...
...That will earn you a spray of lead
Sandinista!
For the very first time ever,
When they had a revolution in Nicaragua,
There was no interference from America
Human rights in America
Well the people fought the leader,
And up he flew...
With no Washington bullets what else could he do?
Sandinista!
'N' if you can find a Afghan rebel
That the Moscow bullets missed
Ask him what he thinks of voting Communist...
...Ask the Dalai Lama in the hills of Tibet,
How many monks did the Chinese get?
In a war-torn swamp stop any mercenary,
'N' check the British bullets in his armoury
Que?
Sandinista!
Washington Bullets
the Clash
Some deejay albums get forgotten for really weird reasons.
For an example this album. Check the equation;
Released on Greensleeves in 1980 + fantastic deejaying by Ranking Joe + Junjo's classic rhythms + Scientist = Rarely mentioned deejay album.
It doesn't sum up right! This one is fantastic!
Wish you were here! Ok I know I said that I don't like having my photo taken but hubby insisted... definitely in love with Jamaica but you need plenty of the folding stuff ... not much by way of bargains for cheapz_Kate tho! Jamdown ain't cheap nowhere, no how! Still managing to pile on the weight .... guzzling too much cane juice, soursap, sorrell....later!
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Also, ein echtes Portrait ist das ja nicht, aber wie ich finde, ein sehr gelungener Konzert Schnappschuss. Und ich lass mir ja sowieso keine Bildgelegenheit von einer Berühmtheit entgehen. Wie man sieht, war ich gestern auf dieser Jamdown party und die war ziemlich, ziemlich fett! Es fing, wie geplant um 21 Uhr an, hörte aber nicht, wie geplant um 23 Uhr auf, sondern um 2. Das lag glaube ich daran, dass die ganzen Bands viel zu chillig drauf waren und sich nicht sagen ließen, wann sie aufhören sollten. Toll!. Ich hatte die ganze Busfahrt zurück einen Ohrwurm, nicht etwa von einem bestimmten Lied, sondern ganz einfach von ganz klassischen Reaggea-(riffs?). Die ganzen 20 Minuten von Reinoldikirche bis Mansfeldstraße bewegte ich meinen Kopf zu imaginären Offbeats. Wo ich grade von spreche. Ich kam in den Genuss des allerbesten Nachtexpresses. Er war komplett leer, niemand stieg ein oder aus. Nur an der Mansfeldstraße sollte er anhalten. Ist aber dran vorbeigefahren. Sowas ist im Bus aber ganz praktisch. So ging ich nach vorne zum Fahrer, sagte: "'tschuldigung, ich wär' da gerne ausgestiegen" und er sacht: "Macht ja nichts" hält vor meinem Gartentor an und lässt mich raus. Netter typ.
folgende Sache ist mir aufgefallen. Es scheint für manche Leute wirklich schwer zu sein, ein Profilbild bei Facebook festzulegen: Ich spreche von der:
-Profilbild Selektion-
jedes gemacht Bild wird schärfstens unter die Lupe genommen, bevor es überhaupt in die Auswahl kommt. Blicke müssen anscheinend künstlich sein und das Bild an sich sollte am besten gestellt aussehen. Das gefällt den Leuten heute. Natürliche Fotos, auf denen die Personen so aussehen, wie sie wirklich aussehen, sind "scheiße" oder "sie gucken komisch darauf" Vielleicht ist es einfach Ziel der Leute unecht auszusehen.