Текст песни Linton Kwesi Johnson - Five Nights of Bleeding
Linton Kwesi Johnson - Five Nights of Bleeding слова песни
Madness, madnessMadness tight on the heads of the rebelsThe bitterness erup`s like a heart blas`Broke glass, ritual of blood an` a-burnin`Served by a cruelin` fighting5 nights of horror and of bleedingBroke glass, cold blades as sharp as the eyes of hateAnd the stabbin`, it`sWar amongs` the rebelsMadness, madness, warNight number one was in BrixtonSofrano B sound system`im was a-beatin` up the riddim with a fire`im comin` down his reggae reggae wireIt was a sound checkin` down your spinal columnA bad music tearin` up your fleshAn` the rebels dem start a fightingDe youth dem just tun wild, it`sWar amongs` the rebelsMadness, madness, warNight number two down at Sheppard`sRight up Railton roadIt was a night name friday when ev`ryone was high on brew or drew(?)A pound or two worth of Kali Sound comin` down of the king`s music ironThe riddim just bubblin` an` backfirin`Ragin` an` risin`When suddenly the music cut -Steelblade drinkin` blood in darkness, it`sWar amongs` the rebelsMadness, madness, warNight number three, over the riverRight outside the RainbowInside James Brown was screamin soulOutside the rebels were freezin` coldBabylonian tyrants descendedBounced on the brothers who were bold So with a flick of the wris`, a jab and a stabThe song of hate was soundedThe pile of oppression was vomitedAnd two policemen woundedRighteous, righteous warNight number four at the blues dance, abuse danceTwo rooms packed and the pressure pushin` upHot, hotheadsRitual of blood in the blues danceBroke glass splintering, fireAxes, blades, brain blas`Rebellion rushin` down the wrong roadStorm blowin` down the wrong treeAnd Leroy bleeds near death on the fourth nightIn a blues dance, on a black rebellious night, it`sWar amongs` the rebelsMadness, madness, warNight number five at the telegraphVengeance walk thru de doorsSo slow, so smoothSo tight and ripe and -smash!Broke glass, a bottle finds a headAnd the shell of the fire heard -crack!The victim feels fearFinds hands, holds knife, finds throatOh, the stabbins and the bleedin` and the blood, it`sWar amongs` the rebelsMadness, madness, war