During 1970 and 1971, Wailer, Marley and Tosh worked with renowned reggae producers Leslie Kong and Lee "Scratch" Perry.
They released four albums before signing to Island Records in 1972. Two more albums were created before Tosh and Wailer left the band in 1974, citing grievances over label treatment and ideological differences. Marley carried on with a new line-up, including the I-Threes that put out seven more more albums. Marley died in 1981.
The Wailers were a groundbreaking ska and reggae group, noted for songs such as "Simmer Down", "Trenchtown Rock", "Nice Time", "War", "Stir It Up" and "Get Up, Stand Up".
Full Wikipedia article: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bob_Marley_and_the_Wailers
Studio albums
The Wailing Wailers (1965)
The Best of the Wailers (1970; released 1971)
Soul Rebels (1970)
Soul Revolution Part II (1971)
Catch a Fire (1973)
Burnin' (1973)
Natty Dread (1974)
Rastaman Vibration (1976)
Exodus (1977)
Kaya (1978)
Survival (1979)
Uprising (1980)
Confrontation (1983)
Rebel Music
Bob Marley & The Wailers Lyrics
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I, rebel music
Why can't we roam this open country?
Oh, why can't we be what we want to be?
We want to be free
Three o'clock roadblock, curfew
And I've got to throw away
Yes, I've got to throw away
My little herb stalk
I, rebel music
I, rebel music
Take my soul and suss me out
Check my life if I am in doubt
Three o'clock, roadblock
And, hey, Mr. Cop, ain't got no
(What you say down there?)
Ain't got no birth certificate on me now
I, rebel music
I, rebel music
I, rebel music
Take my soul and suss me out
Check my life if I am in doubt
Three o'clock, roadblock
And, hey, Mr. Cop, ain't got no
(What you say down there?) Hey Mr. Cop
Ain't got no birth certificate on me now
"Rebel Music" is a song by Bob Marley that expresses the sentiments of someone who is frustrated with the limitations of society and the cruel measures taken by the authorities to enforce them. The song begins with the singer boldly declaring that he is a rebel who believes in the power of music to express dissent and protest. He questions why people are not allowed to roam freely in their own country and be who they want to be. The use of the word "we" in this instance emphasizes his desire for collective freedom rather than individual liberation.
The song then takes a more personal turn as the singer describes throwing away his "little herb stalk," indicating that he has chosen to forfeit his freedom and his pleasure in order to avoid punishment. This shows the dire consequences of rebelling against the establishment and the personal sacrifices that people have to make every day to maintain their dignity and freedom. The phrase "three o'clock roadblock" is a reference to the common police tactic of setting up checkpoints to catch people who are out past curfew or breaking other laws.
The final verse of the song refers to the singer being stopped by a cop who demands to see his birth certificate, a piece of paper that represents the bureaucratic control that authorities exert over the lives of citizens. By saying "I ain't got no birth certificate on me now," the singer asserts his right to be free from this type of surveillance and control. Overall, the song is a powerful anthem for those who feel oppressed or marginalized and a call to action for those who want to challenge the status quo.
Line by Line Meaning
I, rebel music
I am a symbol of rebellion expressed through music.
I, rebel music
I am a symbol of rebellion expressed through music.
Why can't we roam this open country?
Why are we confined to limited spaces and freedoms?
Oh, why can't we be what we want to be?
Why are our desires and aspirations suppressed?
We want to be free
We long for liberty and independence.
Three o'clock roadblock, curfew
At night, the authorities impede our movements with blockades and restrictions.
And I've got to throw away
I am forced to discard
Yes, I've got to throw away
I am forced to discard
Yes, I've got to throw away
I am forced to discard
My little herb stalk
My marijuana that represents my way of life.
Take my soul and suss me out
Devote some scrutiny onto my being.
Check my life if I am in doubt
Examine my way of living so as to verify its legitimacy.
And, hey, Mr. Cop, ain't got no
Police, I don't have a
(What you say down there?)
(What do you say?)
Ain't got no birth certificate on me now
I can't produce my documents at the moment.
I, rebel music
I am a symbol of rebellion expressed through music.
I, rebel music
I am a symbol of rebellion expressed through music.
I, rebel music
I am a symbol of rebellion expressed through music.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Aston Barrett, Hugh Peart
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on Could You Be Loved
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on Could You Be Loved
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on Could You Be Loved
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