A hungry mob is a angry mob
The commentariat finally pulls its weight. Alert the media!
All this by way of saying that one reader, in response to my quandary about Maria Muldaur (I knew that wasn't right), suggested that the artist in question might be Martha Velez and the album might be 'Escape from Babylon.'
The actual text of the comment reads ...
You might be thinking of the Martha Valez album Escape from Babylon. By the way, I can't find my copy, do you have it?
My heart, friends, soars like an eagle. And I'm not going to carp about the misspelling of Velez, or the cheap shot suggesting I absconded with the thing. Oh sweet mystery of life! I'm listening to it now, through the miracle of the internet, and my belly's full and I'm not 'ungry. The rain falls and the earth absorbs it like nectar. A yot a-yook, but d'yood is 'nough.
Good God, man. You're babbling!
Is Babylon, mon.
Not Babylon, babbling.
Oh.
What are you even talking about?
I think in that last line, yot means pot and yook means cook and yood means food. In Bob's Rasta vernacular.
Anyway, life is yood. The whole song goes like this ...
Na-na na na-na na na na;
Na-na na na-na na na na;
Na-na na na-na na na na;
Na-na na na-na na na na.
Them belly full, but we hungry;
A hungry mob is a angry mob.
A rain a-fall, but the dirt it tough;
A yot a-yook, but d' yood no 'nough.
You're gonna dance to Jah music, dance;
We're gonna dance to Jah music, dance, oh-ooh!
Forget your troubles and dance!
Forget your sorrows and dance!
Forget your sickness and dance!
Forget your weakness and dance!
Cost of livin' gets so high,
Rich and poor they start to cry:
Now the weak must get strong;
They say, "Oh, what a tribulation!"
Them belly full, but we hungry;
A hungry mob is a angry mob.
A rain a-fall, but the dirt it tough;
A pot a-yook, but d' yood* no 'nough.
We're gonna chuck to Jah music - chuckin';
We're chuckin' to Jah music - we're chuckin'.
A belly full, but them hungry;
A hungry mob is a angry mob.
A rain a-fall, but the dirt it tough;
A pot a-cook, but d' food* no 'nough.
A hungry man is a angry man;
A rain a-fall, but the dirt it tough;
A pot a-yook, but you no 'nough'
A rain a-fall, but the dirt it tough.
A pot a-cook, but you no 'nough;
A hungry mob is a angry mob;
A hungry mob is a angry mob.
All this by way of saying that one reader, in response to my quandary about Maria Muldaur (I knew that wasn't right), suggested that the artist in question might be Martha Velez and the album might be 'Escape from Babylon.'
The actual text of the comment reads ...
You might be thinking of the Martha Valez album Escape from Babylon. By the way, I can't find my copy, do you have it?
My heart, friends, soars like an eagle. And I'm not going to carp about the misspelling of Velez, or the cheap shot suggesting I absconded with the thing. Oh sweet mystery of life! I'm listening to it now, through the miracle of the internet, and my belly's full and I'm not 'ungry. The rain falls and the earth absorbs it like nectar. A yot a-yook, but d'yood is 'nough.
Good God, man. You're babbling!
Is Babylon, mon.
Not Babylon, babbling.
Oh.
What are you even talking about?
I think in that last line, yot means pot and yook means cook and yood means food. In Bob's Rasta vernacular.
Anyway, life is yood. The whole song goes like this ...
Na-na na na-na na na na;
Na-na na na-na na na na;
Na-na na na-na na na na;
Na-na na na-na na na na.
Them belly full, but we hungry;
A hungry mob is a angry mob.
A rain a-fall, but the dirt it tough;
A yot a-yook, but d' yood no 'nough.
You're gonna dance to Jah music, dance;
We're gonna dance to Jah music, dance, oh-ooh!
Forget your troubles and dance!
Forget your sorrows and dance!
Forget your sickness and dance!
Forget your weakness and dance!
Cost of livin' gets so high,
Rich and poor they start to cry:
Now the weak must get strong;
They say, "Oh, what a tribulation!"
Them belly full, but we hungry;
A hungry mob is a angry mob.
A rain a-fall, but the dirt it tough;
A pot a-yook, but d' yood* no 'nough.
We're gonna chuck to Jah music - chuckin';
We're chuckin' to Jah music - we're chuckin'.
A belly full, but them hungry;
A hungry mob is a angry mob.
A rain a-fall, but the dirt it tough;
A pot a-cook, but d' food* no 'nough.
A hungry man is a angry man;
A rain a-fall, but the dirt it tough;
A pot a-yook, but you no 'nough'
A rain a-fall, but the dirt it tough.
A pot a-cook, but you no 'nough;
A hungry mob is a angry mob;
A hungry mob is a angry mob.
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