REBEL SOUL (Nyabinghi)

 

    Far from the sea there is a house, up in the hills

   That's where I'll be spending my time, biding my time

   Nyabinghi come play your drums,   Nyabinghi come play your drums

   Nyabinghi come play your drums for me                                      

 

   When I was a boy I leaned on the strength of my father's shoulders

    And now I am grown I'm clearing my path of all the boulders

    Nyabinghi come play your drums ........

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                 I'm a rebel soul

                

        Mother I'm growing my locks I want to become a musician

                          

        I'll stand up for human rights... be a warrior

 

        Guitar in my hand - a spear -  I'll be aiming for the meridian

                         

        Strong is my cause and truth I rely on 

 

         Because I   learn as I'm growing

         

         There's no use in only knowing pretty lies

                

         I'll open my eyes

                           

    I'm a rebel soul

 

   Nyabinghi come play your drums....

   coz I'm a rebel soul

 

   Mother they're outside my door

   They say it's time for me to conform

   I've "joined the fight" .. they say, I'm "a bad seed"

   But I know what's wrong from right

   And the road I'm on - it's providence

   At the end of the day my logic remains clear

   The embers are glowing

   My ideas are counterflowing

   Goodwill arise - guide the strong and the wise

 

   I'm a rebel soul                       

 

 

                         SIMIEN BREEZE

 

 On many a morning I'd wake up and something would trigger a memory of home

(I) think I've been gone for far too long (far too long)

If I could recapture my youth I would turn back the clock to a life I once knew

And lose myself like the wind in the trees

I dream of forests and I dream of wide open spaces

I dream of walking on red earth with no shoes in the rain of summer

I dream of the plans we'd laid, of the games we played

Of promises made to last all time

 

When that day comes I will not fear the guns - faith will be my ammunition

Prodigal was no invention - it's true

Man and kingdom will sound the horn and drum on arrival in Addis Ababa

Green, gold, red, and black behold my eyes

 

On many a morning I'd wake up and something would trigger a memory of home

Lomee Terra, Shiro Meda

If I could go back to my youth - rediscover the places so old yet so new

I recall fine weather - Simien breeze

 

I dream of forests......

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When the tale is told and the facts unfold no prize could be a consolation

Take me back to the land where I was birthed

King and country I'll come home to see - keep some land for me in Mendefera

No sapphire dome nor the ships of Rome can hold me back

 

Ke feedel kotera wede Lemma be Gebeya

Eske semm enna work

 

Lomee Terra, mehede new wedeza

 

When that day comes..........

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               DR CRAZY

Dr Crazy . . you're lazy without a doubt

Have you got a remedy for me?

I've been thinking . . you're taking far too long

Would you play that melody for me?

 

Or I'm gonna stay here until you've solved every one 

of the world's problems

You never told me what could be done

So here I am again!

 

Dr Crazy . . you're lazy without a doubt....

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The illusion's getting stronger

We might soon be overcome

And I really feel it's urgent

I think it's time we get things done

So here I am again!

 

Dr Crazy . . you know this is our only chance for happiness

Even 'maybe' would be better than 'no'

So work you're magic . . do your magic

Rock and come in!

 

Well , We're going 'round in circles

Is it true you've lost your mind?

And what of your reputation . .

That there's nothing you can't find an answer to?

Don't pretend

 

Dr Crazy . .  you know it's no use trying to ignore this circumstance

Good intention is never mentioned in history, you see

So work your magic . . do your magic

Rock and come in!