Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Poverty won’t beat him, he refuse.
Blues fill in the black corners of space.
Everyone got a come to Jesus moment.
Dog day August moon.

He can wail that 4/4 setup.
Sorry Tchaikovsky and Haydn.
Man I hear genius in that cannon fire.
Still I need the rock, smokin' volcano throb.
Soul food, molten shimmy shake earthquake.
Starts with nothing, cracked plaster, bad wire.
Bad side of town, bad moon, bad luck, unplug.
He hit the first note, start to get a pulse.

Everyone got a come to God moment.
One note clipped, one full of smoke flavor.
That's how it start, the heart of it, blue pulse.
New worlds shoot out from a fret board.
Hear the gospel, chains fall away.

Some cats picked up a guitar in Waterhouse J.A.
They found a blue pulse too, and mother ocean.
They found heartbreak and vision, new religion.
One drop got a three on it, doin' dread 4/4 time.
Guitars in a trance, bass player outta hand.
Stranger in strange land, Sultan of rhythm.
Reggae bump like backwards blues.

nice tribute to the music, nazz......bob marley, peter tosh & co.....
it messes a lot of guitar players up, surprisingly..... maybe you need the ocean and the blues of poverty in your blood to give it life....
nicely handled.......

Thanks, Steve. I added a bit to this one. Roots reggae has much to do with Rasta consciousness, which is hard for me to see as just another religion. Well, ok, maybe it is. It is streetwise, yet literally playing itself out of a long, blue tribulation. It is powerful to me.

liked the changes you made, and yes there is this synchronous connection with reggae that makes even people with three left feet want to dance, this tribal magnetism that draws you closer....with or without the ganga .....".get up, stand up"