1. A roots regg… Read Full Bio ↴There are at least two artists that have used this name:
1. A roots reggae band from Jamaica
2. A straight edge metalcore band from Florida, US
1. Culture was a Jamaican roots reggae group founded in 1976. Originally they were known as the African Disciples.
The members of the trio were Joseph Hill (lead vocals), Albert Walker (backing vocals) and Kenneth Dayes (backing vocals).
Shortly after Culture came together, they began working with the "Mighty Two" – producer Joe Gibbs and engineer Errol Thompson. While at Gibbs’ studio, they recorded a series of powerful singles, many of which ended up on their debut album ‘Two Sevens Clash’. After their success with Gibbs, the group went on to make a string of albums for producer Sonia Pottinger. Culture began working with some of the premier musicians of the day including Robbie Shakespeare, Sly Dunbar, Ansel Collins, Cedric Brooks and the ever-present percussionist Sticky. Virgin Records picked up the albums, and that added distribution enabled Culture to gain an even larger following outside of Jamaica.
Critically considered one of the most authentic traditional reggae acts, at the time of the first Rolling Stone Record Guide publication, they were the only band of any genre whose every recording received a five-star review (of bands with more than one recording in the guide).
In 1982 the three singers went their own ways. Hill carried on using the Culture name, and recorded the Lion Rock album, which was released in the United States by Heartbeat Records. For their part, Walker and Dayes recorded a handful of songs on their own – a few of which turned up on an album titled Roots & Culture. In 1986 the original line-up reformed to record two highly regarded albums – Culture in Culture and Culture at Work. These releases marked the beginning of a very busy period for the group, including annual albums and countless tours. The U.S. label Shanachie released a steady stream of new and old Culture albums up to Wings Of A Dove in 1992.
Joseph Hill, who came to symbolize the face of Culture, died in Germany on 19 August 2006 while the group was on tour. His son, Kenyatta Hill, now is the lead singer.
2) Classic mid/late 90s hardcore from Florida, celebrated for, among a handful of others, helping to cultivate the burgeoning metallic hardcore sound that became synonymous with the era.
CULTURE was known for aggressive social/political/ecological commentary, cautionary tales of reckless consumerism and industrial sprawl, and advocacy of the straightedge lifestyle.
Former members went on to Morning Again, Terror, As Friends Rust, Shai Hulud, Throwdown, Blood Has Been Shed and (most recently) ON BODIES.
In 2012, CULTURE played its first show since disbanding in 1998 (The Reel & Restless Fest in Miami, Florida). This fall, in August of 2013, the band will revisit Europe for Belgium's famed Ieper Hardcore Festival, and will then play three dates in Japan, including Tokyo's Bloodaxe Fest.
Members included:
Rich Thurston (Guitar: 1993-1997, Bass: 1993, Vocals: 1993, Drums: 1996)
Josh Williams (Drums: 1993-1997)
Stan Obal (Bass: 1993)
Mark Mitchell (Vocals: 1993, Vocals: 1996)
Pete Carreno (Bass: 1994)
John Wylie (Guitar: 1994-1995)
Damien Moyal (Vocals: 1994-1995, Vocals: 1997-1998)
Gordon Tarpley (Bass: 1995-1997, Guitar: 1998)
Louie Long (Vocals: 1995)
Anthony Conte (Vocals: 1995)
Steve Looker (Guitar: 1996-1997)
Jason Dooley (Drums: 1997)
Timothy Kirkpatrick (Drums: 1997-1998)
Joe Simmons (Guitar:1997-1998)
Floyd Beckham (Bass: 1998)
Kenneth Brian (Guitar: 1998)
Campyard
Culture Lyrics
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Look at them a come with the machete and them gun
Them come. them reap but them no sow it
What a gwan in the early morning a Rasta ganja field
Come into the mountains
Sight I and I grandfather
Planting marijuana, naw make no war
Come with your disrespect
And when you reach the campyard
You mash-up I kutchie
And the whole a Rasta weed gone aboard
You know why?
If you never sell it
How come you could a tell I, how much a pound for it?
Hear this!
Early, early morning the man them on parade
Run Rasta, run them a come
Hide the barn, hide the kutchie!
Come with your disrespect
Start boy-up I grandfather
Hall and pulling all over
Take away Sister Mary
From around the fire
Carry gone a prison??
Come into the mountains
Sight I and I grandfather
Planting marijuana, naw make no war
I love the birds them
The birds love the Rasta
We reap marijuana together
Why you come to the mountains
Trouble I and I grandfather?
Planting marijuana, naw make no war
We naw run, we naw run!
Adopted from King Solomon
This marijuana, granted to the hands of black man
Now and then we smoke it
Another time we boil it
Good for all sickness and pain
Come into the mountains
Sight I and I grandfather
Planting marijuana, naw make no war
Go back a station, I come to save creation
Free marijuana at large
Go back a station, trouble some policeman
We planting marijuana, naw make no war
Come into the mountains
Sight I and I grandfather
Leave. the trouble naw trouble you
Stop with your disrespect.
The Culture's song "Campyard" depicts the struggles that Rastafarians face in cultivating and consuming marijuana or ganja. The lyrics describe a scene where armed men come to the Rasta yard in the early morning, destroying crops, and arresting individuals. The Rastafarians are portrayed as peaceful and non-violent individuals who are cultivating marijuana and using it for medicinal purposes only. They are not interested in creating trouble or engaging in any hostilities. The song highlights the injustices and prejudices that Rastafarians face in Jamaica and other parts of the world.
The opening lines of the song, “Wooo. what a trial that a gwan a Rasta yard, Look at them a come with the machete and them gun, Them come. them reap but them no sow it” suggests that the people coming with machetes and guns are stealing or destroying crops that they did not sow. The song goes on to say that the Rastafarians are non-violent people and only cultivate marijuana for its healing properties. The lines “I love the birds them, The birds love the Rasta” indicate that nature is cherished by Rastafarians and they use the natural plant for holistic purposes.
The song highlights the discrimination and marginalization faced by Rastafarians in Jamaica and other parts of the world. Despite using marijuana for medicinal purposes, they are often vilified and perceived as criminals by law enforcement agencies. The song “Campyard” is an apparent attempt to shed light on the issues faced by Rastafarians and promote unity and harmony among different communities.
Line by Line Meaning
Wooo. what a trial that a gwan a Rasta yard
Oh, what a difficult situation is happening at the Rasta community
Look at them a come with the machete and them gun
See how they arrive carrying weapons
Them come. them reap but them no sow it
They come and harvest, but they did not plant it
What a gwan in the early morning a Rasta ganja field
What is happening so early in the Rasta's marijuana plantation?
Come into the mountains
Sight I and I grandfather
Planting marijuana, naw make no war
Come to the mountains and see my grandfather and me cultivating marijuana in peace
Come with your disrespect
Take away I chalice, carry gone a campyard
Bring your disrespect, take my smoking pipe and go to the police station
And when you reach the campyard
You mash-up I kutchie
And the whole a Rasta weed gone aboard
You know why?
If you never sell it
How come you could a tell I, how much a pound for it?
Once you get to the police station, you destroy my pot pipe, and all the community marijuana disappears. How could you know the value of something you never sold?
Hear this!
Early, early morning the man them on parade
Run Rasta, run them a come
Hide the barn, hide the kutchie!
Listen! In the early morning, the policemen come running to search and seize our marijuana. We have to hide!
Come with your disrespect
Start boy-up I grandfather
Hall and pulling all over
Take away Sister Mary
From around the fire
Carry gone a prison??
You come with your disrespect, start a fight with my grandfather, inspect everything, take away Sister Mary from the fire, and go to jail?
I love the birds them
The birds love the Rasta
We reap marijuana together
Why you come to the mountains
Trouble I and I grandfather?
Planting marijuana, naw make no war
We naw run, we naw run!
I love the birds; they love us. We harvest marijuana together. Why did you come to the mountains to cause trouble with my grandfather? We won't run away!
Adopted from King Solomon
This marijuana, granted to the hands of black man
Now and then we smoke it
Another time we boil it
Good for all sickness and pain
According to King Solomon, marijuana is a gift for black people. We smoke or boil it and use it to heal our pains and illnesses.
Go back a station, I come to save creation
Free marijuana at large
Go back a station, trouble some policeman
We planting marijuana, naw make no war
Leave the police station. I come to save marijuana plantation. Let it be free. Go back to your station, troublesome policeman. We plant marijuana without war.
Come into the mountains
Sight I and I grandfather
Leave. the trouble naw trouble you
Stop with your disrespect.
Come and see my grandfather and me cultivating marijuana in peace on the mountains. Leave us alone; we won't bother you. Stop being disrespectful.
Writer(s): Joseph Constantine Hill
Contributed by Zachary V. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Mvikeli
on Forward To Africa
Children of Israel wan go home now
Come on now brothers and sisters
Run a come come hear what I have to say
Listen and I will tell you
Brother what's the talk of the town today
For in every corner fact you real walk
You will see a group of people talk
They are not sky logging
They are only talking about Ithiopia
Some say they want to leave the rest of the world
And now forward to Africa
Some talk about Ithiopia and while the others Liberia
But no matter where
The rasta do not care
I know I must to be there to get I share
Of all those riches and delicious dishes of the Ithiopia
Sing triumphant song let me hear you
I I I I I I I
Children of Israel say
Oh yeah
And tho what a glorious morning
Brother when we land at Ithiopia shore
Our sorrows would all be over
And there Jah people will weep no more
It is a land of liberty where milk corn and wine are awaiting us
With my sickness I and I will be a witness of the Ithiopia
Hear the other thing again wey I no like
You could take away the world and its vanity
The Rastarman don't care or kick about that
Ya hear this
Just take I forward to Ithiopia
Make I come out cog and live in spot
But if you lazy you will surely die
For there you cannot thief nor beg or no lie
It takes behavior just to be a savior of the Ithiopia
Shout the triumphant new song say
I I I I I I I
Babylon wall a crumple
I can smell the smell of victory
High service
on Natty Dread Naw Run
I will not run away even if my enemies come
I will not run away
They are as good as gone
I welcome them to come
Listen to what I am saying
They have come to haunt me like parasites
They have come to hurt me like parachucks
Repeat after me
We will succeed with fortune on our side
Be strong and confront the oppressors
Samson was a legendary figure
He never backed down
He emerged victorious despite the odds
He defeated the Philistines multiple times
This is a historical fact
Do not be scared
Another historical event
He defeated Goliath with just a sling and a stone
The enemy has many guns
They have advanced technology on their side
David was never afraid
Despite their weapons
We will inform them
They are already defeated
I will not run away despite their weapons
I will confront them head-on
This is a message from Jah (God)
Despite everything
Natty dread nah run for dem a license gun
dawu
on Capture Rasta
I am happy
dawu
on Slice Of Mount Zion
truth
Lionel Blinkston
on Behold
What's the meaning of they are races Jesu's, races Jesu's of god, and thats the distruction of poor blackman
Romeo addai
on Where The Tree Falls
Rip Joseph hill
Da Mike
on Praise Him
this lyrics do not really match with this track, well I can not be able to provide my own lyrics because Am a lost sheep too
Nathanael Martey
on Do Something For Yourself
Culture we love his braveness
Rasta Oteng Kobby
on Going Home
I need Going home lyrics...I love Kwame Joseph Hill Culture
Ra’s Israel
on Humble African
Culture we are going home to the promise land, from Iran to Israel, from Israel to Egypt, from Egypt to Sudan , from Sudan to Mali , fighting wars and taking the Kingdom as Ghana empire to the promise land which was Gold Coast today Ghana.