Fred Kingston
Polemic Lyrics


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Raz na Jamajke býval ded
tak zo dvadsať rokov späť
volali ho starý Fred
na prácu bál sa len pomyslieť.

No mali by ste vidieť zhon
na ulici v Kingston Town
posadil sa na betón
a spustil sám na saxofón

Prázdny úsmev mal náš Fred
štyri zuby ďalších niet
saxofón bol jeho svet...

Kartónový dom mal on
trochu vratký, čo na tom




dážď by kvapkal za oknom
keby dáke mal ten jeho dom.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Polemic's song "Fred Kingston" tell the story of an elderly man named Fred who used to live in Jamaica. He was known as "old Fred" and was too scared to work. However, when he sat down on the streets of Kingston with his saxophone, he was able to make beautiful music that filled the air. Despite his lack of teeth and a home made from cardboard that leaked in the rain, Fred's saxophone was his world and brought a smile to his face.


The lyrics are a poignant commentary on poverty and the power of music to bring joy even in the most difficult circumstances. Despite Fred's struggles, he was able to find solace in his love for music and use it to connect with others. The imagery of his saxophone filling the streets of Kingston is especially powerful, as it paints a vivid picture of the impact that music can have on a community.


Overall, "Fred Kingston" is a beautiful song that highlights the universal language of music and the resilience of the human spirit in the face of adversity.


Line by Line Meaning

Raz na Jamajke býval ded
Once upon a time there lived an old man in Jamaica


tak zo dvadsať rokov späť
about twenty years ago


volali ho starý Fred
they called him old Fred


na prácu bál sa len pomyslieť.
he was scared to even think about work


No mali by ste vidieť zhon
But you should see the commotion


na ulici v Kingston Town
on the streets of Kingston Town


posadil sa na betón
he sat down on the concrete


a spustil sám na saxofón
and played the saxophone alone


Prázdny úsmev mal náš Fred
Our Fred had an empty smile


štyri zuby ďalších niet
four teeth and no more


saxofón bol jeho svet...
the saxophone was his world...


Kartónový dom mal on
He had a cardboard house


trochu vratký, čo na tom
a bit shaky, but so what


dážď by kvapkal za oknom
rain would drip through the window


keby dáke mal ten jeho dom.
if he had a roof on his house.




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