Listen Up – Yell Fire


Yell Fire – Michael Franti & Spearhead

A revolution never come with a warning
A revolution never sends you an omen
A revolution just arrived like the morning
Ring the alarm we come to wake up the snoring

They tellin’ you to never worry about the future
They tellin’ you to never worry about the torture
They tellin’ you that you’ll never see the horror
Spend it all today and we will bill you tomorrow
Three piece suits and bank accounts in Bahamas
Wall street crime will never send you to the slammer
Tell all the children in the arms of their mammas
The F-15 is a homocide bomber

TV commercials for a pop a pill culture
Drug companies circling like a vulture
Ameriraqi babies with a G.I. Joe father
Ten years from now is anybody gonna bother?

Yell Fire, yo, yo, yo
Here we come here we come
Fire, yo, yo , yo, yo
Revolution a comin’
Fire, yo, yo, yo, yo
Fire, yo, yo, yo, yo

Everyone addicted to the same nicotine
Everyone addicted to the same gasoline
Everyone addicted to a technicolour screen
Everybody tryin’ to get their hands on the same green
From the banks of the river to the banks of the greedy
All of the riches taken back by the needy
We come from the country and we come from the city
You play us on the record, you can play us on the CD

All the shit you’ve given us is fertilizer
The seeds that we planted you can never brutalize them
Tell the corporation they can never globalize it
Like Peter Tosh said Legalize it

Girls and boys hear the bass and treble
Rumble in the speakers and it make you wanna rebel
Throw your hands up, take it to another level
And you can never, ever, ever make a deal with the devil

Yell Fire, yo, yo, yo
Here we come here we come
Fire, yo, yo, yo, yo
Revolution a comin’
Fire, yo, yo, yo, yo
Fire, yo, yo, yo, yo

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View From The Conservatory


Well its dull and grey outside and the wind has its dander up. Pushing and shoving the trees about. At least it’s not raining.

Just having my breakfast, Tea and Tablets. Don’t worry, they are legit, for my blood pressure. Just part of the daily routine, five in the morning and one at night. God I hate that little white one. It starts to dissolve as soon as it hits any part of your mouth and hangs on for dear life. It tastes disgusting. Half a cup of tea has not gotten rid of the taste.

Radio Paradise is serenading me as usual …. currently “Cold Shot” by Stevie Ray Vaughan.  Man he was good. Just thinking of all those guitarists that have passed over, what a jam session they must be having. Oh and now another favourite of mine…”Keep The Streets Empty For Me” by Fever Ray. The vocalist, Karin Elisabeth Dreijer Andersson,  sends tingles down my spine with this number.