It has been a while. I just got back from the Why?(Naze)Tour. HOw have things been? Hot? Cold?Crazy?Fun?Working hard? Have nothing to do on the night of September 2nd? why not come out to Asakusa's Gin Maku Rock? Afterall you haven't seen these Dolomites in long while and not with this beautiful line up. Recently the Dolomites family has expanded and is as follows and is more fun than before. Miwazou- Chindon(trad.marching band) Drums - Cicala Muta Kuchyu Shinshi- Darabuka (Egyptian hand drum)- Tabla Kwaesa, Pyramids Oono-TUBA - Kingyo Chindon Me- Accordion, Vocals, Monster - Come check it out if you have a chance to one of the best small little jems in Tokyo. Not many places like Gin Maku Rock, one of a kind spot in beautiful Asakusa.
(Ow, ow-ow-ow-ow! Ow, ow-ow-ow-ow!) Yeah, yeah, yeah! How can you be sitting there Telling me that you care - That you care? When every time I look around The people suffer in the suffering In everyway, in everywhere
Say: na-na-na-na-na (na-na, na-na!) We're the survivors, yes: the Black survivors! I tell you what: some people got everything Some people got nothing Some people got hopes and dreams Some people got ways and means
Na-na-na-na-na (na-na, na-na!) We're the survivors, yes: the Black survivors! Yes, we're the survivors, like Daniel out of the lions' den (Black survivors) Survivors, survivors! So I Idren, I sistren A-which way will we choose? We better hurry; oh, hurry; oh, hurry; wo, now! 'Cause we got no time to lose Some people got facts and claims Some people got pride and shame Some people got the plots and schemes Some people got no aim it seems!
Na-na-na-na-na, na-na, na! We're the survivors, yes: the Black survivors! Tell you what: we're the survivors, yeah! - the Black survivors, yeah! We're the survivors, like Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego (Black survivors) Thrown in the fire, but-a never get burn So I Idren, I-sistren The preaching and talkin' is done We've gotta live up, wo now, wo now! 'Cause the Father's time has come
Some people put the best outside Some people keep the best inside Some people can't stand up strong Some people won't wait for long
(Na-na-na-na-na!) Na-na-na, na-na-na na! We're the survivors In this age of technological inhumanity (Black survival), Scientific atrocity (survivors) Atomic misphilosophy (Black survival) Nuclear misenergy (survivors) It's a world that forces lifelong insecurity (Black survival).
Together now (Na-na-na-na-na!) Na na-na na na! (Na na-na na na!) We're the survivors, yeah! We're the survivors! Yes, the Black survivors! We're the survivors A good man is never honoured (survivors) in his own yountry (Black survival) Nothing change, nothing strange (survivors) Nothing change, nothing strange (Black survivors) We got to survive, y'all! (survivors)
Ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes Ain't got no money, ain't got no class Ain't got no friends, ain't got no schooling Ain't got no work, ain't got no job Ain't got no money, no place to stay
Ain't got no father, ain't got no mother Ain't got no children, ain't got no sisters or broths Ain't got no heart, ain’t got no faith Ain't got no church, ain't got no God Ain't got no love
Ain't got no mind, no cigarettes No clothes, no country No class, no schooling No friends, no, nothing Ain’t got no God, ain’t got one more
Ain’t got no heart, no father No food, no home I said, I ain’t got no clothes No jobs, no, nothing Ain't got no home to live, and ain't got no love
Yeah, what have I got? Yeah, what have I got? Let me tell it. What have I got?
It’s nobody is gonna take away
I’ve got my hairs, my head My brains, my ears My eyes, nose And my mouth, I’ve got my smile
I’ve got my tongue, chin Neck, my boobies My heart, soul And my back, I’ve got my sex
I’ve got my arms, my hands My fingers, my legs My feet, my toes And my liver, got my blood
I've got lives, I've got loves I’ve got headaches, and toothaches, And bad times too like you,
I’ve got my hairs, my head My brains, my ears My eyes, nose And my mouth, I’ve got my smile
I’ve got my tongue, my chin My neck, I’ve got my boobies My heart, my soul And my back, I’ve got my sex
I’ve got my arms, my hands My fingers, my legs My feet, my toes Got my liver, got my blood
I've got lives, I've got my freedom My heart I've got lives
Africa, unite cause we’re moving right out of babylon And we’re going to our fathers’ land
How good and how pleasant it would be Before God and man, yeah To see the unification of all africans, yeah As it’s been said already, let it be done, yeah We are the children of the rastaman We are the children of the higher man
Africa, unite cause the children wanna come home Africa, unite cause were moving right out of babylon And were grooving to our fathers’ land
How good and how pleasant it would be Before God and man To see the unification of all rastaman, yeah
As it’s been said already, let it be done, yeah I tell you who we are under the sun We are the children of the rastaman We are the children of the higher man
So, africa, unite, africa, unite Unite for the benefit of your people Unite for its later than you think
Unite for the benefit of your children Unite for its later than you think Africa awaits its creators, africa awaiting its creators Africa, you’re my forefather cornerstone Unite for the africans abroad, unite for the africans a yard Africa, unite
How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? Yes, ‘n’ how many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, ‘n’ how many times must cannon balls fly Before they’re forever banned? The answer, my friend, is bolwin’ in the wind The answer is blowin’ in the wind.
How many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? Yes, ‘n’ how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? Yes, ‘n’ how many deaths will it take till he knows That too many people have cried The answer, my friend, is bolwin’ in the wind The answer is blowin’ in the wind.
How many years can a mountain exist Before it’s washed to the sea? Yes, ‘n’ how many years can some people exist Before they’re allowed to be free? Yes, ‘n’ how many times can a man turn his head, Pretending he just doesn’t see? The answer, my friend, is bolwin’ in the wind The answer is blowin’ in the wind.
Africa, unite cause we’re moving right out of babylon And we’re going to our fathers’ land
How good and how pleasant it would be Before God and man, yeah To see the unification of all africans, yeah As it’s been said already, let it be done, yeah We are the children of the rastaman We are the children of the higher man
Africa, unite cause the children wanna come home Africa, unite cause were moving right out of babylon And were grooving to our fathers’ land
How good and how pleasant it would be Before God and man To see the unification of all rastaman, yeah
As it’s been said already, let it be done, yeah I tell you who we are under the sun We are the children of the rastaman We are the children of the higher man
So, africa, unite, africa, unite Unite for the benefit of your people Unite for its later than you think
Unite for the benefit of your children Unite for its later than you think Africa awaits its creators, africa awaiting its creators Africa, you’re my forefather cornerstone Unite for the africans abroad, unite for the africans a yard Africa, unite
Sunshine, How are you? You are up Now. We are on line at this time. Congratulations!!! Irqui succer team won Asia Cup! I pray for your Happiness.
1:55 自分: I'm sorry. I made a misspelling.
sunshine: thanks it is ok , who makes no mostakes makes nothing 1:56 自分: Iraqi succer team won Asia Cup. sunshine: yea it is great 自分: In Japan, it is on 2 a.m. at night. 1:57 Good night! sunshine: good night
Ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes Ain't got no money, ain't got no class Ain't got no friends, ain't got no schooling Ain't got no work, ain't got no job Ain't got no money, no place to stay
Ain't got no father, ain't got no mother Ain't got no children, ain't got no sisters or broths Ain't got no heart, ain’t got no faith Ain't got no church, ain't got no God Ain't got no love
Ain't got no mind, no cigarettes No clothes, no country No class, no schooling No friends, no, nothing Ain’t got no God, ain’t got one more
Ain’t got no heart, no father No food, no home I said, I ain’t got no clothes No jobs, no, nothing Ain't got no home to live, and ain't got no love
Yeah, what have I got? Yeah, what have I got? Let me tell it. What have I got?
It’s nobody is gonna take away
I’ve got my hairs, my head My brains, my ears My eyes, nose And my mouth, I’ve got my smile
I’ve got my tongue, chin Neck, my boobies My heart, soul And my back, I’ve got my sex
I’ve got my arms, my hands My fingers, my legs My feet, my toes And my liver, got my blood
I've got lives, I've got loves I’ve got headaches, and toothaches, And bad times too like you,
I’ve got my hairs, my head My brains, my ears My eyes, nose And my mouth, I’ve got my smile
I’ve got my tongue, my chin My neck, I’ve got my boobies My heart, my soul And my back, I’ve got my sex
I’ve got my arms, my hands My fingers, my legs My feet, my toes Got my liver, got my blood
I've got lives, I've got my freedom My heart I've got lives
