Who the Fuck is John Sinclair
Alabama 3 Lyrics


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You′re fucked up baby
No
This ain't no time for breakdown baby

Ride ride on
Keep on rolling till
The wheels come off

May your shackles fall like
Feathers from your ankles
May your captors be caught in
Your headlights
May the mechanics of the Lord
Make your engines roll and roar
On your long day′s journey into the night

Ride ride on
Keep on rolling till
The wheels come off

(By Rob Walsh)

D.WAYNE:
We have walked to
The end of nowhere
We have been walking since
The beginning of time
Like the Bedouin we have
Walked the immeasurable desert
We have always walked with the wind behind

Don't stop no walking
Brixton
Merthyr Tydfil
Manchester
Mogadishu
Glasgow
Tblisi
Bogota
Detroit

Who the fuck is John Sinclair?

Ride ride on
Keep on rolling till
The wheels come off
Ride ride on

Overall Meaning

The song "Who the Fuck is John Sinclair" by Alabama 3 is a highly charged and politically progressive anthem that encourages listeners to keep pushing forward and fighting against oppression. The lyrics, "you're fucked up baby, no, this ain't no time for breakdown baby", suggest that although times may be tough and challenging, now is not the time to give up or give in. The chorus, "ride ride on, keep on rolling till the wheels come off", acts as a call to action to keep pushing forward despite adversity. The verses that follow present a powerful and poetic vision of freedom from oppression, where shackles fall, captors are caught, and engines roar.


The lines "we have always walked with the wind behind" and "don't stop no walking" speak to the idea of perseverance and resilience, even when the path ahead seems uncertain or difficult. The list of locations that follows - Brixton, Merthyr Tydfil, Manchester, Mogadishu, Glasgow, Tblisi, Bogota, Detroit - represents a range of different places that have struggled with various forms of oppression or political turmoil. The repeated question "who the fuck is John Sinclair?" is a reference to the political activist and poet who was imprisoned for ten years for selling marijuana in the 1960s. The song, in many ways, is a tribute to Sinclair and the many other activists who have fought for justice and freedom throughout history.


Line by Line Meaning

You're fucked up baby
You are intoxicated or under the influence of alcohol, drugs or any substance.


No
This should not be happening or this isn't what we should be doing.


This ain't no time for breakdown baby
This isn't the appropriate time to be dealing with emotional distress or breakdown.


Ride ride on
Keep moving forward or continue progressing.


Keep on rolling till The wheels come off
Keep pushing ahead until the point of exhaustion, failure or collapse.


May your shackles fall like Feathers from your ankles
May the restrictions or oppressive forces that hold you back be removed gently and easily.


May your captors be caught in Your headlights
May those who have held you captive or controlled you be exposed or caught in their own wrongdoing.


May the mechanics of the Lord Make your engines roll and roar
May divine intervention or assistance provide you with strength and power to persevere.


On your long day's journey into the night
Throughout your life's journey, which may be difficult, uncertain, and challenging but you still move forward.


We have walked to The end of nowhere
We have experienced or been through difficult times that seemed like they have no end or as if we're going nowhere.


We have been walking since The beginning of time
We have been in this world for a long time enduring hardships and obstacles since the start of our existence.


Like the Bedouin we have Walked the immeasurable desert
Similar to the nomadic people of the Middle East we have traveled over vast, barren lands with no end in sight.


We have always walked with the wind behind
Despite the difficult journey, there is always a force that supports and guides us.


Don't stop no walking Brixton Merthyr Tydfil Manchester Mogadishu Glasgow Tbilisi Bogota Detroit
Keep moving forward no matter where you find yourself, in a foreign country or your home town.


Who the fuck is John Sinclair?
Who is this person and why should we care about them?


Ride ride on
Keep moving forward in life.


Keep on rolling till The wheels come off
Keep pushing ahead until the point of exhaustion or collapse.




Writer(s): Robert Spragg, Robert Walsh, Steve Jones, Pack Dee, John Black, John Vincent Jennings, Keith Formula

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