And given his lengthy career, Cliff has a lot of personal history to investigate.īut for all the hullabaloo about him returning to roots reggae, Cliff's voice is still very much engrained in soul. The best of the new bunch is "Reggae Music," a history lesson and emotional appeal on the genre's importance. There's plenty more roots reggae tunes like these in the wings. Second time around, these cuts still shine. Sacred Fire shows up, mostly, with Cliff's covers of the Clash's "Guns of Brixton" and Rancid's "Ruby Soho," as well as originals "World is Upside Down" and "Ship is Sailing," returning. If anything, it's closer in spirit to Armstrong's own A Poet's Life than Cliff's last few releases. Armstrong, himself a reggae fanatic, instead helps Cliff return to roots reggae with retro-minded production. It wasn't bad, but it lacked the organic feel of his best work. That's a heck of a journey through time, but with a production assist from Rancid's Tim Armstrong, it comes off quite naturally.Ĭliff's last album, 2004's Black Magic, found the singer utilizing a lot of electronic studio creations. Cliff has said that this record offered him a chance to revisit the roots reggae of his self-titled 1969 album. Much like that limited edition EP, Rebirth finds the reggae icon returning to his earliest roots. Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS).Sacred Fire was just the beginning with Rebirth, Jimmy Cliff has launched a full-on comeback.
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Get the embed code Jimmy Cliff - Sacred Fire (EP) Album Lyrics1.A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall2.Brixton Version (EP)3.Ruby Soho (EP)4.Ship Is Sailing (EP)Jimmy Cliff Lyrics provided by Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'īut I'll know my songs well before I start singin' Where black is the color, where none is the numberĪnd I'll tell and think it and speak it and breathe itĪnd reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten Where the executioner's face is always well hidden Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters Where the people are a-many and their hands are all empty I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin' I met another man who was wounded in hatredĪnd what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?Īnd what'll you do now my darling young one? I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow I met a young woman whose body was burning Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alleyĪnd it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'
I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin' I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin'
I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin' I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young childrenĪnd it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard and it's a hardĪnd what did you hear, my darling young one? I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken I saw a white ladder all covered with water
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I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin' I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin' I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyardĪnd it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hardĪnd what did you see, my darling young one? I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?Īnd where have you been my darling young one?
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