1.The Piper Calls The Tune
He wields his flute with an expert hand
And then, all too soon
The dancing stops and the children stand
The piper calls the tune.
He holds their future in his palm
An old and powerful man
With missiles poised and bombs at hand
They wait for his command.
With songs of fear and bigotry
A cruel, hypnotic sound
He plays his last tune greedily
And strikes the children down.
2.Don't Do The Crime
Lyricist：Jim Brown, Ali Campbell, Robin Campbell, Falconer Earl,
Norman Hassan, Travers Brian, Virtue Michael Anthony, Terrence
Oswald Wilson
Don't do the crime if you can't do the time
It's said that it just don't pay
But what good's working hard, all they give you is your card
And you know there's not much you can say
So you take what they give, you've no money to live
And your family don't understand
After all these years, they will end up in tears
With a mountain of bills in their hand
Now your lesson is learned, there's nowhere to turn
It's no use pleading for help
When you're left on the heap, there is nothing to keep you
From going and helping yourself
When you're left on the heap, there is nothing to keep you
From going and helping yourself
The dilemma you've found is you're morally bound
Now your moral code, it needs a review
So what do you care, you know life isn't fair
And for years they've been stealing from you
Now your lesson is learned, there's nowhere to turn
It's no use pleading for help
When you're left on the heap, there is nothing to keep you
From going and helping yourself
When you're left on the heap, there is nothing to keep you
From going and helping yourself
The dilemma you've found is you're morally bound
Now your moral code, it needs a review
So what do you care, you know life isn't fair
And for years they've been stealing from you
Now your lesson is learned, there's nowhere to turn
It's no use pleading for help
When you're left on the heap, there is nothing to keep you
From going and helping yourself
When you're left on the heap, there is nothing to keep you
From going and helping yourself
When you're left on the heap, there is nothing to keep you
From going and helping yourself
When you're left on the heap, there is nothing to keep you
From going and helping yourself
When you're left on the heap, there is nothing to keep you
From going and helping yourself
When you're left on the heap, there is nothing to keep you
From going and helping yourself
When you're left on the heap, there is nothing to keep you
From going and helping yourself
When you're left on the heap, there is nothing to keep you
From going and helping yourself
When you're left on the heap, there is nothing to keep you
From going and helping yourself
When you're left on the heap, there is nothing to keep you
3.Folitition
Chorus
Hey Folitician, me seh hey folitician
Me seh hey folitician
Mek you go long so.
Hey folitician, me seh hey folitician
Me seh hey folitician
Mek you go long so.
You come chatty chatty chatty run up you' mouth; Repeat
One man, one vote you hear from the shout. Repeat
You full of pure promise but you tell damn' lies; Repeat
You make a mistake And then somebody dies. Repeat
Hey folitician, me seh hey folitician
Me seh hey folitician
What you doin 'bout the slums？
You sit around all day, jus' a twiddle your thumbs;
You have a strange expression
Mek you look like you' dumb. Repeat
You worry everybody 'til you put them in a box. Repeat
Dub freak gone
Gone go check him record shop,
Gone go check him record stock.
Him climb upon the box
Him said him got to reach the top;
Him climb upon the shelf
Him seh you take care yourself.
Him dance upon the floor
Him said a music galore. Repeat
Dub freak, dub freak
Deh 'pon the go;
Say you never know
Because I told you so.
Sippa, sippa, sippa, sippa, lightning crash; Repeat
Drummer 'pon him drum, him jus' a play mish-mash. Repeat
Keyboards in the middle jus'a jump and twiddle. Repeat
Rhythm over here an' me seh rhythm over there;
Don't stop and stare because the rhythm gone clear.
Dub freak, dub freak, in a dub freak style
Dub freak, dub freak, still a running wild.
Him start from the bottom 'til him reach up the top
Him keep on rocking and him never stop.
Wow and flutter, music just a run like butter. Repeat
Dub a slip an' slide
Dub a slip an' slide
Dub a slip an' slide,
He can't find nowhere to hide.
4.Forget The Cost
Lyricist：Brown James Stephen, Ali Campbell, Robin Campbell, Falconer
Earl, Norman Hassan, Travers Brian, Virtue Michael Anthony,
Terrence Oswald Wilson
Multi-million dollar, explorations into space
While in the name of progress, this planet's laid to waste
Nation takes on nation and is stepping up the pace
And someone's got his finger on
Forget the cost, we've got to choose
As we're running in a race, we can only lose
Rich is rich and poor is poor and never the twain shall meet
East is east and west is west and only one shall eat
The microchip has come of age and man is obsolete
Someone's got his finger on
Forget the cost, we've got to choose
As we're running in a race, we can only lose
Multi-million dollar, explorations into space
While in the name of progress, this planet's laid to waste
Nation takes on nation and is stepping up the pace
Someone's got his finger on
Forget the cost, we've got to choose
As we're running in a race, we can only lose
Rich is rich and poor is poor and never the twain shall meet
East is east and west is west and only one shall eat
The microchip has come of age and man is obsolete
Someone's got his finger on
Forget the cost, we've got to choose
As we're running in a race, we can only lose
Forget the cost, we've got to choose
As we're running in a race, we can only lose
Forget the cost, we've got to choose
As we're running in a race, we can only lose
Forget the cost, we've got to choose
As we're running in a race, we can only lose
Forget the cost, we've got to choose
As we're running in a race, we can only lose
Forget the cost, we've got to choose
As we're running in a race, we can only lose
Forget the cost, we've got to choose
As we're running in a race, we can only lose
5.I Won't Close My Eyes (remix)
Chorus
I won't close my eyes
To the sufferers plight.
In a world full of sadness
I won't turn off my light.
Our cries for justice are shots in the dark
But our strength's in our bite
And not in our bark
It's time to stand
And shout it out loud
And the louder we scream
The sweeter the sound.
Chorus
I won't close my eyes
When I know that I'm right
When I'm drowning in tears
I won't turn off my light.
We're shown no respect
But that can't break our pride,
When our backs to the wall
We won't run and we won't hide
It's time to stand, face the oncoming crowd
And the louder we scream
The sweeter the sound.
Chorus
I wont't close my eyes
When the future don't look bright
Though the road seems too long
I won't turn off my light
In a world full of darkness,
I won't turn off my light.
6.So Here I Am
Lyricist：Brown James Stephen, Campbell Alistair Jan, Campbell Robin
Burns, Falconer Earl Acton, Norman Lamount Hassan, Brian David
Travers, Virtue Michael Anthony, Terrence Oswald Wilson
Seven on a Monday morning
And it's a sunny day
It's just too hot to be working, yeah
But you've got to pay your way
So here I am sitting at the bus stop
Wishing I was somewhere else
Where I didn't have to work my rocks off
Wishing, I could please myself
Ten hours a day, I'm grafting
Under the bosses eye
Earn just enough to keep going
Making cars, I'll never buy
So here I am sitting at the bus stop
Wishing I was somewhere else
Where I didn't have to work my rocks off
Wishing, I could please myself
Five days a week, I'm giving
My time is clocking on
Just two days left for living
Wondering where my life has gone
So here I am sitting at the bus stop
Wishing I was somewhere else
Where I didn't have to work my rocks off
Wishing I could please myself
So here I am sitting at the bus stop
Wishing I was somewhere else
Where I didn't have to work my rocks off
Wishing I could please myself
7.The Key
Trenchtown Jamaica
Gave the Wailers their soun'
Like a steppin' razor
The Brother Tosh 'im come aroun'
Yellow Man and Eek-A-Mouse
Dem a trod 'pon newer groun'
While Scratch and The Scientist
Dem jus' keep on mixin' down.
The mighty General and Eastwood
Draw me out of my seat
The Lone Ranger ride in
To rock me' pon me feet
The dreaded Flabba Holt and Style Scott
Start fe put down a radical beat
Wid Mistra Isaacs
Puttin' melodies so sweet.
Ad lib.......
Refrain：
Reggae music is
The key to ny heart
Reggae music is
My stop and start
From dusk to dawn
The music is my high.
8.The Prisoner
Lyricist：Brown James Stephen, Ali Campbell, Robin Campbell, Falconer
Earl, Norman Hassan, Travers Brian, Virtue Michael Anthony,
Terrence Oswald Wilson
A misfit, who is old before his time
Poverty has turned him to crime
Boredom gives him too much time to think
He pours another drink
A burning bitter taste of irony
A prisoner in the land of the free
He wonders why his landscape looks so strange？
Burger bars are home on the range
An empty bottle falling from his hand
He doesn't understand
A burning bitter taste of irony
A prisoner in the land of the free
A cork unlocks the door to other lands
Of battles won and destinies in hand
A half remembered state of liquid dreams
Where things aren't what they seem
A burning bitter taste of irony
A prisoner in the land of the free
A naked savage dressed in shirt and jeans
A burning bitter taste of irony
A prisoner in the land of the free
A burning bitter taste of irony
A prisoner in the land of the free
9.Folitician (remix)
(Chorus)
Hey Folitician, me seh hey folitician
Me seh hey folitician
Mek you go long so.
Hey folitician, me seh hey folitician
Me seh hey folitician
Mek you go long so.
You come chatty chatty chatty run up you' mouth; (Repeat)
One man, one vote you hear from the shout. (Repeat)
You full of pure promise but you tell damn' lies; (Repeat)
You make a mistake And then somebody dies. (Repeat)
Hey folitician, me seh hey folitician
Me seh hey folitician
What you doin 'bout the slums？
You sit around all day, jus' a twiddle your thumbs;
You have a strange expression
Mek you look like you' dumb. (Repeat)
You worry everybody 'til you put them in a box. (Repeat)
Dub freak gone
Gone go check him record shop,
Gone go check him record stock.
Him climb upon the box
Him said him got to reach the top;
Him climb upon the shelf
Him seh you take care yourself.
Him dance upon the floor
Him said a music galore. (Repeat)
Dub freak, dub freak
Deh 'pon the go;
Say you never know
Because I told you so.
Sippa, sippa, sippa, sippa, lightning crash; (Repeat)
Drummer 'pon him drum, him jus' a play mish-mash. (Repeat)
Keyboards in the middle jus'a jump and twiddle. (Repeat)
Rhythm over here an' me seh rhythm over there;
Don't stop and stare because the rhythm gone clear.
Dub freak, dub freak, in a dub freak style
Dub freak, dub freak, still a running wild.
Him start from the bottom 'til him reach up the top
Him keep on rocking and him never stop.
Wow and flutter, music jus'
a run like butter. (repeat)
Dub a slip an' slide
Dub a slip an' slide
Dub a slip an' slide,
He can't find nowhere to hide.
10.Love Is All Is Alright (remix)
(Chorus)
Love Is all is alright
But you left it a little to late
Love is all is alright
But you've got to find a little more hate.
Take the man in the white cloak
A pointed mask to hide his face
Murders in the name of religion
If you're not the right colour or race.
Take the man in the black cloak
He's holding justice in his hands,
Lets the man in the white cloak go,
Calls it the law of the land.
(Chorus)
Love Is all is alright.......etc
Take the man in the brown shirt
A burning hatred in his eyes
Fired by ignorant reaction,
Fanned by political lies
Take the man in the blue cap
His back's against the wall
Links arms with the man in the brown shirt
He's trying to break his own fall.
(Chorus)
Love Is all is alright.....etc
11.Love Is All Alright
UB40
Live
Love Is All Alright
Chorus
Love Is all is alright
But you left it a little to late
Love is all is alright
But you've got to find a little more hate.
Take the man in the white cloak
A pointed mask to hide his face
Murders in the name of religion
If you're not the right colour or race.
Take the man in the black cloak
He's holding justice in his hands,
Lets the man in the white cloak go,
Calls it the law of the land.
Chorus
Love Is all is alright..... Etc..
Take the man in the brown shirt
A burning hatred in his eyes
Fired by ignorant reaction,
Fanned by political lies
Take the man in the blue cap
His back's against the wall
Links arms with the man in the brown shirt
He's trying to break his own fall.
Chorus
Love Is all is alright..... Etc..
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