Mardi Gras is 47 days before Easter, since Easter can be from March 22nd to April 25th , Mardi Grad can be from February 3rd to March 9th. 
Mardi Gras is February 25th in the year 2020. I ask you to make a journal of your day in New Orleans during mardi using photos from wherever you like to paruse  
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Story 2 : https://aalbc.com/tc/blogs/entry/261-eostre-art-or-text-craft-parade-good-news-blog/?do=findComment&comment=886  
 
STORY 1
 
ba-bedee-debede-doo Bonjou Nouveau Orleans, I have returned. The morning is bright or magical, as I step from the shore into the city. The sound of horns audible even from this distance. I wonder if anyone will remember when I was here last. If anyone will remember what I did. Well, I have to step forward to find out. Just follow the sounds, as they get deeper. ba-bedee-debede-doo-boo-badoboop-ba Some people are celebrating, and I see a krewe coming like a grass from a storm. Suddenly a woman pops out.
She is on a mobile float like a little island, floating between the streets. A lovely glaze from her skin is given no interference from the sunlight, the latter choosing to shine away rather than muddy her complexion with its cloudy difference. I am in new orleans. I wonder if I can get to the old bar, I wonder if it will be there. I awe at the spirit bird going away on her magical island, like all the other men, and as the island turns, I turn back onto the road north, to the Treme, to the storyville, to my old grounds.  
I wonder about the families of my friends and I, what happened from then to now. Could our stories have ended? I see, a family dressed up.  
I Want to ask them their names, one looks familiar, but I see no men. It is ungentlemanly to speak to women unaccompanied. They may take great offense. so, I decide to keep it moving, let’s not get startled.
In my pocket is an old daguerreotype. I take it out and shed a tear.  
Suddenly the beautiful collage of horns is no longer interesting. All I can recall are the chants of yore, when instruments were too expensive, when the priestesses still roamed the noir streets of the city. Gens de magique femme . I am amazed it survived the passage through time but I hope it will not be a memory discontinued.  
It takes hours to get back to my home, ici le tempeste, no longer here, nowhere, I remember when a storm passed through the city. Everyone’s shanty was destroyed but mine, mine remained, mine survived the storm. But that is cause it was a storm itself, shaking uncontrollably absent proper supports, leaking wildly absent a proper roof, a collisions of sounds, made it an orchestra for any who lived in it for any time. It taught me more than any human ever could about sound. I see this small storefront where its porch stood and go to it. The cover over the window has a small gap and i see a woman dancing inside.
An angel, like the one on the floating island before, but this one is in a room of cotton, gently cushioning her every move. Her face… her face look like my fofo,  I love her most of all. I wish the ancestors allowed me to take her too. I need to speak to this woman. I go inside, the woman pays me no mind, entranced in her own routine. I ask her, can she tell me where to find the descendants of Madame Fofo, my fofo. She does a pirouette and stops facing me. She seems startled by my old-style clothes, the first in these future times, but tells me to go to a party at the beach, where her cousin is. She is the best historian she knows.
So, I travel back out and go back from whence I came, back to the waters about my city, back to the waters that can take you anywhere. And, a party existed where I stepped out of. People drinking, partying, listening to music. I recall the description of the cotton angel and look about, even get a free sausage from finely ground meat that is put in between a fluffy bread shaped similar. I imagine to myself, i may never find the historian but then I notice a woman from afar who may be her. I keep walking toward and I am certain she fit the description. I face the potential historian standing next to her friend I assume. The friend, like an Incan princess, notice me first and realize my stare. I approach and the historian turns to me.
I ask the historian her name and it matches what the cotton angel told me. I explain to her I am looking for Madame Fofo, my fofo. The historian looks to me in disbelief, and pulls a letter out of her pocket, telling me she found it in the archives and keep it for inspiration. She tells me, to read it.  
I read the letter and it says: Mon amour, mon corniste, mon Tontton, j'ai fait ce dont tu avais besoin. J'espère que vous trouverez notre avenir sûr. Je veux vous demander, vous dire, beaucoup de choses. Mais, je ne peux même pas savoir si vous lirez ceci. En l'état, je dirai ce que vous devez entendre. Où est ta corne? C'est là que nous nous sommes embrassés pour la première fois. la touche tape sur la perle blanche. La mélodie que nous avons faite ensemble.
I comprehend instantly, hand the letter back to the young lady and go to Bienville street, and to where we kissed for the first time. The lamp is still there and I see at the base the bumpy surface and a white bump exists. Then I tap on the it with my shoe. ba-bedee-debede-doo-boo-badoboop-ba-ba-badoboop-badoboop-bedee-debede-bedee-debede and a latch open. My horn! I play our melody on our horn and I can see it is all worth it, as the world reverse before my eyes, like an old movie, Bienville street is going to the way it was in the past.
Past I do not know, but past looking closer to my own. Now I know it is worth it, now I know I was right to risk this. The priestess said the Cardinal’s spell on our child needed someone to risk their life, where only love can succeed. I trusted in my Fofo and she trusted in me, and I am coming back. Better keep playing my horn. ba-bedee-debede-doo-boo-badoboop-ba-ba-badoboop-badoboop-bedee-debede-bedee-debede and on and on and on, I see her. STOP! It is the evening, and My Fofo run to me, and embrace me. But she isn’t alone, someone is in a carriage next to her. Someone who look a little like us both.  Ancestres!  
“Mon amour, voici notre fils. L'annee est” I kiss my wife. I do not need to know that. We have all the time in the world.
 
STORY 2
 
I am walking alone, far from bourbon street. Far from the sound of beads hitting bare breast, drunken stammers acapella through the krewes horns, just a man alone with the moonlight looking down upon me. I see a small shop, too small to have a sign, only the merchandise in the window provide any clue to the innards. Nothing particular I notice: masks/cloaks/old horns with stories to tell. But wait, a small figurine catch my eye. A simple figurine ready for Mardi Gras in an appropriate outfit.
I hear a sound in my ear as I look upon the figurine. But I cannot decipher it. "venez ici": I hear clear while subtely. I shake my head wondering why I am hearing french. "come here": I comprehend but I do not know from who. Again, the voice repeat and I notice my attention to the figurine. She is not moving, she does not seem mechanical, and yet I seem to know the voice is from here. I enter the shop. "Bonjour": is the shopkeeper courtesy. I am surprised he think I know a lick of french. I ask about the figurine in the window. He say, she is very old, made for a gens de colour libre woman. I ask him the price, a gentle fifteen dollars. I accept, and he gathers the figurine and place her in a box with bubble pop for cushion. I leave thinking, I have no wife or daughter and I am getting a cute figurine. Well, at least I can tell people she is old. "trouver ma peinture": I sense from the figurine but I keep on walking. "find my painting!": and I face the unchanged figurine, holding it high above my head, and ask a silly question: "where is your painting?" I wait but no reply. I continue to walk finally satisfied this nocturnal magic is finished with me. "North roman entre Beinville et Iberville" I recall the two streets, I think I know where she mean. I take out my map and recall I passed that location and I begin to walk there. My companion stay muted even as I approach the methodist church at the locale. I look down to the figurine and wonder if this is alright. A light is on, inside. I walk to the door and knock. A cleaning man open the door. "Why aren": he stop speaking and seem in a daze. I wave my hand in his face. No change. I decide to go inside foolishly, not knowing if the magic I did not use will come again if more strangers find a stranger in their church. But I look about the nave or the walls and see no painting. I look behind a column and see her.
Somehow I know the figurine is happy. But then a question occur to me. This painting is you. I thought you were given to a gens de colour libre girl, not that you are a gens de colour libre woman. The painting then wink at me. I look up and she speak. "Bon soir anglo, I... need your help": she speak simply. I ask her, what can I do to help you. "You need to face the woman who did this to me and then face me to her, i can do the rest": she speak surely. I have many doubts. "Whomever did this to you is way beyond me, I am no sorcerer": I say escapingly. "Y do not need to know how to wield the magic, just know I need your actions to aidez moi... and the woman in question is located in La Fourche, you will find here where three tree intertwine": and then the painting became still. I look at the figurine and nothing. I go to the door of the church and the cleaning man is still quiet, so I slip past him and close the door behind me. It can be unwise walking around new orleans or around cajun country at night, even during mardi gras but I figure the figurine will help. I buy a sandwich from a local deli and a pack of cigarettes. I eat while I walk, figurine safely in her box, and I keep walking. By the time I get to La fourche I am smoking cigarettes. A car with a confederate sign, fill to the rim with white men who are looking at me, drive but do not stop. I know I need to make this quick. I go by homes, some literally at the river edge, and look for the three entwined tree. I hear a scream. I see a man violently moving and decide to hide behind a bush. I creep near the window and see a dangerous sight.
I look down at the figurine and wonder if this little magic will not get me killed. "Sud, sud!": I hear in my head. Clearly my wavering got the attention to my master. I leave the scene, and hope I can find this tree before I end up in a horror movie. I walk south and finally I see the tree. But no one else is there. "Speak these words anglo...Je te donne mon cœur, tu me donnes un objectif, personne ne doit le savoir": the figurine speak hurriedly in my soul. I am hesitant but finally I decide, all well what the hell. And, after speaking the words, nothing. "PUT ME AWAY QUICK": the figurine speak, I can hear her ceramic heart beating, the black priestess soul underneath determined. Suddenly, a half of a mask appear on one side of the three twined tree. The eye behind one half of the mask seem to be a fluid blue. I hear a loud sniff. and, a woman appear from behind the tree. A forked tongue hiss whisper from the mask: "You are pretty fonce to be down here, anglo...now what is your goal, if your coeur is not heavy enough, I get the rest of the deal". I reply firmly: "alright ma'am, though I already gave my heart to another, though I cannot comprehend exactly why": and I pull out the figurine quickly, facing the masked woman straight away. A hiss is heard from all angles and I hear the figurine in my head:"Vous devez m'avoir oublié, imbécile. Joséphine vous l'a toujours dit, pour faire attention aux vieux sorts que vous lancez." The masked woman, writhing, spit out in french:"Anacaona, mais je connais le sang de ta famille, tu n'avais pas de descendants, pas de clan pour t'entendre." The figurine spoke again:"Imbecillia, vous avez oublié que le membre du clan peut avoir n'importe quelle distance, et l'esclavage de votre côté de notre famille a profité d'éclats faits dans mon clan il y a longtemps." And, a flash. Something knocked me down but someone not present helped me up. "LEve! anglo, leve!": said a woman, a black woman in the gown from the tree woman. Her hair pure white. She kneeled down and looked at a figurine on the ground.  Suddenly, I realized where is my fifteen-dollar figurine. I hear a giggle from the stranger masked woman:"it is me, the figurine" I am amazed. And then I realize the figurine on the ground is the woman formerly behind the mask. My figurine, pick up her nemesis, and say:"retourne, go back to new orleans, and thank you". My honesty perk up. I did not do anything. She smile and say:"This magic was not really of spells but circumstance, will a descendent of mine find me, me living in a porcelain figurine in a small shop in new orleans, but you found me, pure chance and that was the magic that tipped the scales, no spells, no incantations". I stand up and offer a hand, and I notice her hand has age. "aucun problem anglo, I have been dormir a while": she lift up and give me a hug and continue:" I will be alright, I think I know where I can help myself around here, and I thank you for that". Before I can speak, a sole horn player, standing aside a wall is playing, while the rest of bourbon is empty. It is very late. I think to go back to the three entwined tree, but I am tired, and I need to get rest. For some reason, I need to get rest, and I do. ... Back in New York City, I wonder if I had a dream induced by someone planting something in a drink or spraying me with something. I think on that for weeks. And then I get a postcard.
I turn to the back and I see Anacaona Liber's name attached to that old churches address. Her message is:" Figure I needed a new painting with a new style, I will wait for you to decide about listening to your heart"
I realize, what may have happened but hesitate to confirm and when I turn the postcard back around, the image wink at me.   ART https://aalbc.com/tc/events/event/655-black-history-month-mardi-gras-2026/   CELEBRATIONS   Salvador, Bahia, Carnival 2026 https://aalbc.com/tc/topic/12468-salvadaor-bahia-carnival-2026/

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Miles of Style from Lisa D. Brathwaite
Miles of Style February 6, 2024
Title: Miles of Style
by Lisa D. Brathwaite & illustrated by Lynn Gaines
from @Lee and Low Books
REFERRAL IN AALBC
https://aalbc.com/tc/topic/10640-lee-low-spring-2024-titles-for-review-consideration/
official buying page
https://www.leeandlow.com/books/miles-of-style/
 
MY REVIEW
 
Martin Luther King jr. once said "... to tell a bootless man to pick himself up by his bootstraps is
a cruel jest." While the murdered leader referred to whites, once the enslavers, speaking to
blacks, once the enslaved, in the U.S.A., the basis from which any succeed is extremely plus
rarely bootless. While "Miles Of Style" functionally plus intentionally doesn't provide the most
detailed biography of Eunice Johnson, founder of the Ebony Fashion Fair. Said book, written by
Lisa D. Braithwaite, shows in brief how having boots is not irrelevant, unimportant, or
inexcusable in the ability to strive in life, in the U.S.A. or anywhere else, at any time. The boots
Eunice Johnson had, made by her parents plus community, led to Johnson creating, shepherding,
or growing the Ebony Fashion Fair, the main subject of “Miles Of Style”, to a mandatory
element of human history.
Braithwaite's literature, accompanied by illustrations from Lynn Gaines, is truly chic; they
provide a financially sparing while efficient biography of the Ebony Fashion Fair, centered on an
incomplete while mandatory biography of a Black woman, born surrounded by elegance or
contemporary fashion from inside a blockaded Black populace in the U.S.A. The boots she was
born in supported her life path, a branch of which led to her showcasing the fashion she was born
surrounded by to all outside her blockaded community, in the U.S.A. or beyond, in the style of a
modern-day influencer.
The book is full of positive, in color tone or composition, pastel illustrations of Black people in
the USA mostly plus overwhelmingly, not totally, consistent in illustrative style or storytelling
flow.
The book delivers on all the promises in its summary concerning Eunice Johnson: rearing,
education, marriage, Ebony Magazine, Ebony Fashion Fair. A rough approximation is half of the
book concern Eunice Johnson before the Ebony Fashion Fair, and four fifths concern her life
during and after the Ebony Fashion Fair.
The Black populace in humanity, the tribes native to each continent plus immigrant communities
through enslavement or free will, has many, not all or most, who adore stories about Black
people who lived in no less glamour or peace than non-Blacks in times before the modern
internet age. This book with its illustrations plus history delivers such a story.
I am not six or eleven years old; I cannot say how a child will react while or after reading this
book. But as an adult who has read to children, I think adult readers to children, in homes as well
as the secondary educational institutions called schools, will have a chance to share Eunice
Johnson's depicted story, and along the way may learn from the book while the book never stops
trying to uplift the viewer or reader with positive, creative, energy.
The book can inspire any child, any phenotype or age or location, to color more or design more
or imagine more beyond any perceived or real limitations. Said creativity is the road to the
destination of being truly chic. This book, if owned, will be part of the boots one needs to walk
said road.
 
 

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Title:This Will Be
[ cooing]
This will be, an everlasting love
This will be, the one I've waited for
This will be, the first time anyone has loved me
I'm so glad, you found me in time
And I'm so glad that, you recrefied my mind
This will be, an everlasting love for me
Loving you, is some kind of wonderful
Because you showed me, just how much you care
You've given me, the thrill of a lifetime
And made me believe, you've got more thrills to spare, oh!
This will be, an ever-lasting love
Oh, yes it will now!
You brought a lot of a sunshine in to my life
You filled me with happiness, I never knew
You gave me more joy then, I ever dreamed of
And no one, no one can take the place of you
This will be
You and me
Yes sir-ee
Eternally
Hugging and squeezing, and kissing and pleasing
Together forever, throughever whatever
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you and me
So long as I'm living, true love I'll be giving
To you I'll be serving, 'cause you're so deserving
Hey, you're so deserving, you're so deserving
Yeah, yeah, yeah, whoooaaah
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
From now on
From now on
From now on
From now on
From now on
From now on
From now on
From now on
From now on
From now on
From now on
written by Chuck Jackson and Marvin Yancy

 

 
Title: Sophisticated Lady
Sophisticated lady, sophisticated lady
She's a different lady, with a different style
She stands, tall and steady, like the Eiffel Tower
She is,hip to politics, but loves her jazz
She's got, lots of rhythm, she's got lots of class
Everybody knows, how she got her name, yeah
Oh, ha, she wears, knee length dresses with her, high heel steppers
She's not, no back stabber, but she's sure a pleaser
She talks, quiet and gentle, she acts very cool
She sticks, close to her lover, she obey, God's rules, woh
(Sophisticated lady) Sophisticated lady, yeah
(Sophisticated lady) Oh
(Sophisticated lady) That's her name, that's her name
(Sophisticated lady) Woh, woh
Everybody knows, how she got her name
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah----
Woh--, oh, oh, oh, oh
She's the, kind of person that you'd, like to meet
'Cause she's, always smiling, and she's, always neat
She can, start a fire, in the,coldest man
She's a, hip slick sister, known throughout, the land, oh
(Sophisticated lady) That's her name
Sophisticated lady (sophisticated lady) yeah
Oh, well, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, hoo, that's her name
Sophisticated lady (sophisticated lady) lady, lady
Sophisticated lady (sophisticated lady) oh
Sophisticated lady, (sophisticated lady) ah
Sophisticated lady (sophisticated lady)
Ooh, ooh (sophisticated lady)
Repeat (Sophisticated lady)
written by Chuck Jackson and Marvin Yancy and Natalie Cole

 

Title: I've Got Love On My Mind
I've got love, on my mind
I've got love, on my mind
I've got love, on my mind
And there's nothing particularly wrong
It's a feeling I feel inside
When I woke up, early this morning
It was staring me straight in my eyes
I've got love (love) on my mind (ooh)
I've got love (love) on my mind (ooh)
I've got love (love) on my mind (ooh)
When you touch me I can't resist
And you've touched me a thousand times
When I think of your tender kiss, ah
Then and there, I start to, unwind, ooh, in your arms
I like to be, yeah, caressing you gentle
And tenderly, oh, yeah, from sunrise to sunset
All through the day, I've been waiting for your return
And you know this is where I'll be
I can say to the world I've learned, only you can satisfy me
Satisfy me!, oh, you have made me, so very happy
Oh Baby, Baby, (love) love, love, on my (on my mind), my, my, my mind
Love (love), love, on-- (on my mind) my mind
(Love) I've got love (on my mind) on my mind, yeah
(Love) It's a whole lot of love (on my mind), it's a whole lot of love, yes, it is
(Love) I can't hear ya, say it for me one more time
(Love) Oh, I like the way you say it, when you say it, for me, yeah
(Love, love) Ooh, you know, it's like paradise, say it twice
(Love, love) Got a whole lot of love, whole lot of love for you, Baby, yeah
(Love) You know this thing, I got love, yeah
I've got (Love) on my mind (on my mind)
Oh (love) love, love on my mind (on my mind)
I've got, (love) I've got, I've got, I've got, I've got
(On my mind) love, love, love
(Love) I've got love on
(On my mind) my mind, yeah
Oh (love) yeah, oh, love, (on my mind)
love, love, love, la, la... yeah
written by Chuck Jackson and Marvin Yancy and Natalie Cole
 

Title: Our Love
You're my morning star, shining brightly beside me
And if we keep this love
We will last through all eternity
Just the way, we are, I love it, love it
It's just the way it should be
'Cause our love, will stand tall as the trees
Our love, will spread, wide as the seas
Our love, will shine bright in the night, like the stars above
And we'll always be together, our love
My love is surely one thing
You can surely depend on 
In times of darkness and fear, I go to you
I know you'll make me strong
You're, gonna make, me happy
You're, gonna make, me smile
'Cause our love, will stand, tall as the trees
Our love, will be, for the whole world to see
Our love, will change, people's wrongs to right
And we will never die
'Cause we'll always have each other, our love
Ya oo oo oo oo 
Our love, will stand tall, as the trees
Our love, will spread as wide as the seas
Our love, will shine bright in the night, like the stars above
And we'll always be together
Our love, yeah, our love
We got a good old fashioned love
Hey, hey baby, our love
We got a mighty mighty fine love
Our love, we got a mighty mighty good love
Bring it down, just a little
'Cause love is soft, love is sweet
Love is nice, and love is gentle
Love is joy, love is pain
Love is laughing, in the rain
I've got love, on my mind
Love is always, right on time
Love is you, and love is me
Love is just, a little baby
I've got love, on my mind
Love is always, right on time
Love is you, and love is me
Love is gonna, set you, free, ya
Our love, baby, our love
written by Chuck Jackson and Marvin Yancy and Natalie Cole

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Title: Three Little Birds
Don't worry about a thing
'Cause every little thing gonna be alright
Singin', "Don't worry about a thing
'Cause every little thing gonna be alright"
Rise up this mornin', smile with the rising sun
Three little birds pitched by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs of melodies pure and true
Sayin', "This is my message to you"
Singin', "Don't worry about a thing
'Cause every little thing is gonna be alright"
Singin', "Don't worry, don't worry 'bout a thing
'Cause every little thing's gonna be alright"
Rise up this mornin', smile with the risin' sun
Three little birds pitched by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs of melodies pure and true
Sayin', "This is my message to you"
Singin', "Don't worry about a thing" (worry 'bout a thing, no)
"Every little thing gonna be alright" (don't worry)
Singin', "Don't worry about a thing (I won't worry)
'Cause every little thing gonna be alright"
Hmm, don't worry about a thing
'Cause a every little thing, gonna be alright (I won't worry)
Baby, don't worry about a thing
'Cause every little thing's gonna be alright
Singing, "Don't worry about a thing" (worry about a thing, no, girl)
'Cause every little thing's gonna be alright"
Songwriter: Bob Marley

 
Title: Buffalo Soldier
Buffalo Soldier
Dreadlock Rasta
It 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 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
Said he
Why yo yo
Why yo-yo-yo
Why yo yo yo, yo yo-yo yo
Why yo yo
Why yo-yo-yo
Why yo yo yo, yo yo-yo yo
Buffalo Soldier
Troddin' through the land, wo-ho-ooh
Said he would've ran
And make you wanna hang
Troddin' through the land, yeah yeah
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
Singin'
Why yo yo
Why yo-yo-yo
Why yo yo yo, yo yo-yo yo
Why yo yo
Why yo-yo-yo
Why yo yo yo, yo yo-yo yo
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
Why yo yo
Why yo-yo-yo
Why yo yo yo, yo yo-yo yo
Why yo yo
Why yo-yo-yo
Why yo yo yo, yo yo-yo yo
Songwriters: Bob Marley, Noel Williams.

 
Title: I Shot The Sheriff
I shot the sheriff
But I didn't shoot no deputy
Oh, no, oh
I shot the sheriff
But I didn't shoot no deputy
Ooh, ooh, ooh (yeah)
All around in my hometown
They tryin' to track me down, yeah
They say they want to bring me in guilty
For the killing of a deputy
For the life of a deputy
But I say
Oh, now, now, oh
I shot the sheriff (the sheriff)
But I swear it was in self defense (no, no)
Ooh, ooh, ooh (yeah, I said)
I shot the sheriff (oh, Lord)
And they say it is a capital offense (oh now, yeah)
Ooh, ooh, ooh (yeah, hear this)
Sheriff John Brown always hated me
For what? I don't know
Every time I plant a seed
He said, "Kill it before it grows"
He said, "Kill them before they grow"
And so, and so
Read it in the news
I shot the sheriff (oh, Lord)
But I swear it was in self defense (where was the deputy?)
Ooh, ooh, ooh (I said)
I shot the sheriff
But I swear it was in self defense
Yeah (ooh)
Freedom came my way one day
And I started out of town, yeah
All of a sudden I saw Sheriff John Brown
Aiming to shoot me down
So I shot, I shot, I shot him down
And I say
If I am guilty I will pay
I shot the sheriff (but I say)
But I didn't shoot no deputy (I didn't shoot no deputy, no)
Oh, no, oh
I shot the sheriff (I did)
But I didn't shoot no deputy (oh)
Ooh, ooh, ooh (yeah)
Reflexes had the better of me
And what is to be must be
Every day the bucket a-go-a well
One day the bottom a-go drop out
One day the bottom a-go drop out
I say
I, I, I, I shot the sheriff
Lord, I didn't shoot the deputy, no
Yeah, I, I (shot the sheriff)
But I didn't shoot no deputy, yeah
So, yeah
Songwriters: Bob Marley

 
Title: Get Up Stand Up
Get up, stand up
Stand up for your right
Get up, stand up
Stand up for your right
Get up, stand up
Stand up for your right
Get up, stand up
Don't give up the fight
Preacher man don't tell me
Heaven is under the earth
I know you don't know
What life is really worth
He said all that glitters is gold
Half that story ain't never been told
So now you see the light, hey
You stand up for your right
Come on
Get up, stand up
Stand up for your right
Get up, stand up
Don't give up the fight
Get up, stand up
Stand up for your right
Get up, stand up
Don't give up the fight
Most people think
Great God will come from the sky
Take away everything
And make everybody feel high
But if you know what life is worth
You would look for yours on earth
And now a you see the light
You stand up for your right
Jah!
Get up, stand up (Jah, Jah)
Stand up for your right (oh-hoo)
Get up, stand up (get up, stand up)
Don't give up the fight (life is your right)
Get up, stand up (so we can't give up the fight)
Stand up for your rights (Lord, Lord)
Get up, stand up (keep on struggling on)
Don't give up the fight (yeah)
You know We're sick and tired of your ism-schism game
Dy'n' and go to Heaven in-a Jesus' name, Lord
We know when we understand
Almighty God is a living man
You can fool some people sometimes
But you can't fool all the people all the time
So now we see the light (watch you gon' do?)
We gonna stand up for our rights (yeah, yeah)
So you'd better
Get up, stand up (in the morning) give it up
Stand up for your right (stand up right now)
Get up, stand up
Don't give up the fight (don't give it up, don't give it up)
Get up, stand up (get up, stand up)
Stand up for your rights (get up, stand up)
Get up, stand up
Don't give up the fight (get up, stand up)
Get up, stand up
Stand up for your right
Get up, stand up
Don't give up the fight
Get up, stand up
Songwriters: Peter Tosh, Bob Marley.
 

 
Title: Redemption Song
Old pirates, yes, they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit
But my hand was made strong
By the hand of the Almighty
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
'Cause all I ever have
Redemption songs
Redemption songs
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our minds
Have no fear for atomic energy
'Cause none of them can stop the time
How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look? Ooh
Some say it's just a part of it
We've got to fullfil the book
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
'Cause all I ever have
Redemption songs
Redemption songs
Redemption songs
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our mind
Whoa, have no fear for atomic energy
'Cause none of them-a can-a stop-a the time
How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look?
Yes, some say it's just a part of it
We've got to fullfill the book
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
'Cause all I ever had
Redemption songs
All I ever had
Redemption songs
These songs of freedom
Songs of freedom
Songwriters: Bob Marley

 
Title: Exodus
Exodus!
Movement of Jah people! Oh-oh yeah!
Heaven will tell to let me tell you this
Men and people will fight you down, tell me why!
(When you see Jah light) ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Let me tell you if you're not wrong, then, why?
(Everything is alright)
So we gonna walk, alright, through the roads of creation
We the generation, tell me why?
(Trod through great tribulation) trod through great tribulation
Exodus! Alright
Movement of Jah people
Oh, yeah, oh-oh-oh, yeah, alright!
Exodus!
Movement of Jah people, oh, yeah!
Yeah-yeah-yeah, well, uh!
Open your eyes (and look within)
Are you satisfied (with the life you're living), uh!
We know where we're going, uh!
We know where we're from
We're leaving Babylon
We're going to our Fatherland
A-two, three, four: Exodus!
Movement of Jah people, oh, yeah!
(Movement of Jah people!) Send us another brother Moses
(Movement of Jah people!) From across the Red Sea!
(Movement of Jah people!) Send us another brother Moses!
(Movement of Jah people!) From across the Red Sea!
(Movement of Jah people!)
Exodus! Alright, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh!
Movement of Jah people! Oh, yeah!
Exodus!
Exodus! Alright
Exodus! Now-now, now-now!
Exodus!
Exodus! Oh, yea-ea-ea-ea-ea-ea-eah!
Exodus!
Exodus! Alright
Exodus!
One, two, three, four: Move!
Move!
Move!
Move!
Move!
Move!
Open your eyes and look within
Are you satisfied with the life you're living?
We know where we're going
We know where we're from
We're leaving Babylon, y'all!
We're going to our Father's land
Exodus! Alright
Movement of Jah people!
Exodus!
Movement of Jah people!
Movement of Jah people!
Movement of Jah people!
Movement of Jah people!
Movement of Jah people!
Move! (Movement of Jah people)
Move! (Movement of Jah people)
Move! (Movement of Jah people)
Move! (Movement of Jah people)
Move! (Movement of Jah people)
Move! (Movement of Jah people)
Move! (Movement of Jah people)
Jah come to break downpression
Rule equality
Wipe away transgression
Set the captives free
Exodus! Alright, alright
Movement of Jah people
Oh, yeah!
Exodus!
Movement of Jah people!
Now-now, now-now!
Movement of Jah people!
Movement of Jah people!
Movement of Jah people!
Movement of Jah people!
Movement of Jah people!
Movement of Jah people!
Move!
Move!
Move!
Move!
Move!
Move! (Uh-uh-uh-uh!)
Move! (Movement of Jah people)
Move! (Movement of Jah people)
Move! (Movement of Jah people)
Move! (Movement of Jah people)
Movement of Jah people
Move! (Movement of Jah people)
Move! (Movement of Jah people)
Move! (Movement of Jah people)
Movement of Jah people
Movement of Jah people!
Move!
Songwriters: Bob Marley

 
 
 

 
Title: Jamming
Ooh, yeah
Well, alright
We're jammin'
I wanna jam it with you
We're jammin', jammin'
And I hope you like jammin' too
Ain't no rules, ain't no vow, we can do it anyhow
I and I will see you through
'Cause everyday we pay the price, we're the living sacrifice
Jammin' 'til the jam is through
We're jammin'
To think that jammin' was a thing of the past
We're jammin'
And I hope this jam is gonna last
No bullet can stop us now, we neither beg nor we won't bow
Neither can be bought nor sold
We all defend the right, Jah, Jah children must unite
Well, life is worth much more than gold
We're jammin' (jammin', jammin', jammin')
And we're jammin' in the name of the Lord
We're jammin' (jammin', jammin', jammin')
Look out, we're jammin' right straight from yard
Singing, Holy Mount Zion
Holy Mount Zion
Jah sitteth in Mount Zion
And rules all creation
Yeah, we're, we're jammin' (bop-chu-wa)
Bop-chu-wa-wa-wa, we're jammin' (bop-chu-wa)
See, I wanna jam it with you
We're jammin' (jammin', jammin', jammin')
And jamdown hope you're jammin' too
Jah knows I might have tried, the truth I cannot hide
To keep you satisfied
True love I know exist, it's the love I can't resist
So, jam by my side
We're jammin' (jammin', jammin', jammin')
I wanna jam it with you
We're jammin', we're jammin', we're jammin', we're jammin'
We're jammin', we're jammin', we're jammin', we're jammin'
Hope you like jammin' too
We're jammin', we're jammin' (jammin')
We're jammin', we're jammin' (jammin')
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna jam with you now
We're jammin', we're jammin'
(Hope you like jammin' too)
And I hope you like jammin' (jammin', jammin')
I hope you like jammin' (jammin')
('Cause I wanna jam it with you)
I wanna jam it with you
I like, I hope you
I hope you like jammin' too
I wanna jam it
I wanna jam it
Songwriters: Bob Marley
 

 
Title: No Woman No Cry
No woman, no cry
No woman, no cry
No woman, no cry
No woman, no cry
'Cause, 'cause
'Cause I remember when we used to sit
In a government yard in Trenchtown
Ob-Observing the hypocrites, yeah
Mingle with the good people we meet, yeah
Good friends we have, oh
Good friends we have lost
Along the way, yeah
In this great future
You can't forget your past
So dry your tears, I say, yeah
No woman, no cry
No woman, no cry, eh, yeah
Little darling, don't shed no tears
No woman, no cry, eh
Said, said, said I remember when we use to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown, yeah
And then Georgie would make the fire lights, I say
Log would burnin' through the nights, yeah
Then we would cook corn meal porridge, I say
Of which I'll share with you, yeah
My feet is my only carriage, and so
I've got to push on through
But while I'm gone
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
So, no woman, no cry
No woman, no cry
I say, oh little, oh little darlin'
Don't shed no tears
No woman, no cry, eh
No woman, no woman, no woman, no cry
No woman, no cry
One more time I've got to say
Oh little, little darlin'
Please don't shed no tears
No woman, no cry
No woman
No woman, no cry
Songwriters: Bob Marley, Vincent Ford

Title: Is This Love
I wanna love you and treat you right
I wanna love you every day and every night
We'll be together with a roof right over our heads
We'll share the shelter of my single bed
We'll share the same room, yeah
For Jah provide the bread
Is this love, is this love, is this love
Is this love that I'm feelin'?
Is this love, is this love, is this love
Is this love that I'm feelin'?
I wanna know, wanna know, wanna know now
I got to know, got to know, got to know now
I-I-I-I-I, I'm willing and able
So I throw my cards on your table
I wanna love you, I wanna love and treat
Love and treat you right
I wanna love you every day and every night
We'll be together, yeah
With a roof right over our heads
We'll share the shelter, yeah, oh, yeah
Of my single bed
We'll share the same room, yeah
For Jah provide the bread
Is this love, is this love, is this love
Is this love that I'm feelin'?
Is this love, is this love, is this love
Is this love that I'm feelin'? Whoa
Oh, yes, I know, yes, I know, yes, I know now
Oh, yes, I know, yes, I know, yes, I know now
I-I-I-I-I, I'm willing and able
So I throw my cards on your table
See, I wanna love you, I wanna love and treat ya
Love and treat ya right
I wanna love you every day and every night
We'll be together with a roof right over our heads
We'll share the shelter of my single bed
We'll share the same room, yeah
Jah provide the bread
We'll share the shelter of my single bed
Songwriters: Bob Marley

Title: Iron Lion Zion
I am on the rock
And then I check a stock
I had to run like a fugitive
To save the life I live
I'm gonna be iron
Like a lion in Zion
I'm gonna be iron
Like a lion in Zion
Iron, lion, Zion (Lion)
I'm on the run
But I ain't got no gun
See they want to be the star
So they fighting tribal war
And they saying
Iron, like a lion, in Zion
Iron, like a lion, in Zion
Iron, lion, Zion (Lion)
Yeah, I'm on the rock
(Running and you running)
Seel-ya-bub, I take a stock
(Running like a fugitive)
I had to run like a fugitive, ooh Lord
Just to, just to save the life I live, oh now
I'm gonna be iron
Like a lion in Zion
I'm gonna be iron
Like a lion in Zion
Iron, lion, Zion
Iron, lion, Zion
Iron, lion, Zion (Lion)
Iron, like a lion, in Zion
Iron, like a lion, in Zion
Iron, like a lion, in Zion (Iron, lion, Zion)
Iron, like a lion, in Zion (Running like a fugitive)
Iron, like a lion, in Zion (Iron, lion, Zion)
Iron, like a lion, in Zion (Running like a fugitive)
Iron, like a lion, in Zion (Iron, lion, Zion)
Iron, like a lion, in Zion
Songwriters: Bob Marley


 

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