Suite 8 des chansons de 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 analyse 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 heck 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, woe yoe yoe, woe woe yoe yoe
Woe yoe yoe yo, yo yo woe yo, woe yoe yoe
(repaet)
Buffalo Soldier, trodding through the land
Said he wanna ran, then you wanna hand
Trodding through the land, yea, yea

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, woe yoe yoe, woe woe yoe yoe
Woe yoe yoe yo, yo yo woe yo woe yo yoe
(repeat)

Trodding through San Juan
In the arms of America
Trodding through Jamaica, a Buffalo Soldier
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival
Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta

Singing, woe yoe yoe, woe woe yoe yoe
Woe yoe yeo yo, yo yo woe yo woe yo yoe

Jump Nyabinghi

Love to see, when ya move in the rhythm
I love to see, when you're dancing from within
It gives great joy to feel such sweet togetherness
Everyone's doing, and they're doing their best
It remind I of the days in Jericho
When we trodding down Jericho walls
These are the days when we'll trod through Babylon
Gonna trod until Babylon falls

Sing your song yah!
Jump, jump, jump NYABINGHI
Jump, jump, jump NYABINGHI
(repeat)

We've got the herb, we've got the herb
We've got the herb
So hand I the suru board
Cause most of all we ain't got nothing to lose

Jump, jump, jump NYABINGHI
Jump, jump, jump NYABINGHI
(repeat)

Love to see, when ya groove with the rhythm
Cause I love to, when you're dancing from within
It gives great joy to see such sweet togetherness
Cause everyone's doing and they're doing their best
Cause it remind me of the days in Jericho
When we trodding down Jericho walls
These are the days when we'll trod through Babylon
We keep on trodding until Babylon falls

Jump, jump, jump NYABINGHI
Jump, jump, jump NYABINGHI
(repeat)

Mix Up, Mix Up

Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, yeah
Well it's not easy, it's not easy
Speak the truth, come on speak
It ever cause it what it will
He who hide the wrong he did
Surely did the wrong thing still

Get in the studio of, studio of time and experience
Here we experience, the good and bad
What we have, and what we had
This session, not just another version
Oh Lord, give me a session not another version
They're so much stumbling blocks right in our way
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
There's so much wanting, so much gaining
So much have done

Too much, little Mix Up, in the Mix Up, yes
Too much, little Mix Up
Too much of this Mix Up, Mix Up
Don't Mix dem up

I was born in the country, right on top of the hill
I still remain, I know I still, I will
But through your fu... respect
And through your false pride
Someone wanna take JAH children for a ride
Shut up! Open the gate, and let the saints thru...

Please make it a session
Not another version, ooh please make it a session
Not another version

Hey, you been talking all your mouth full of lies
Sitting there toppling, and Lord they criticize
So through the eyes of the fool, the deaf is wise
And through the eyes of the wise, the fool is size

Saying is too much Mix Up, Mix Up
(repeat)

I wanna clear the wheel once and for all
I wanna clear my wheels, I don't care who fall
I got to clear my wheels once and for all
Clear my wheels, don't care who fall, fall
Too much Mix Up, Mix Up

Hea! Mr. Music why don't you wanna play
Don't you know today is a bright holiday
Some people waiting for the message that you bring
They listening to every word that you'll sing

Singing to much Mix Up, Mix Up
Would you groove along now
Too much Mix Up, Mix Up
Yes would you groove along now
Too much Mix Up, Mix Up
They just can't stop you know
Too much Mix Up, Mix Up