paroles de chanson Five Nights Of Bleeding - Linton Kwesi Johnson
Madness,
madness
Madness
tight
on
the
heads
of
the
rebels
The
bitterness
erup's
like
a
heart
blas'
Broke
glass,
ritual
of
blood
an'
a-burnin'
Served
by
a
cruelin'
fighting
5 nights
of
horror
and
of
bleeding
Broke
glass,
cold
blades
as
sharp
as
the
eyes
of
hate
And
the
stabbin',
it's
War
amongs'
the
rebels
Madness,
madness,
war
Night
number
one
was
in
Brixton
Sofrano
B
sound
system
'Im
was
a-beatin'
up
the
riddim
with
a
fire
'Im
comin'
down
his
reggae
reggae
wire
It
was
a
sound
checkin'
down
your
spinal
column
A
bad
music
tearin'
up
your
flesh
An'
the
rebels
dem
start
a
fighting
De
youth
dem
just
tun
wild,
it's
War
amongs'
the
rebels
Madness,
madness,
war
Night
number
two
down
at
Sheppard's
Right
up
Railton
road
It
was
a
night
name
friday
when
ev'ryone
was
high
on
brew
or
drew(?)
A
pound
or
two
worth
of
Kali
Sound
comin'
down
of
the
king's
music
iron
The
riddim
just
bubblin'
an'
backfirin'
Ragin'
an'
risin'
When
suddenly
the
music
cut
-
Steelblade
drinkin'
blood
in
darkness,
it's
War
amongs'
the
rebels
Madness,
madness,
war
Night
number
three,
over
the
river
Right
outside
the
Rainbow
Inside
James
Brown
was
screamin
soul
Outside
the
rebels
were
freezin'
cold
Babylonian
tyrants
descended
Bounced
on
the
brothers
who
were
bold
So
with
a
flick
of
the
wris',
a
jab
and
a
stab
The
song
of
hate
was
sounded
The
pile
of
oppression
was
vomited
And
two
policemen
wounded
Righteous,
righteous
war
Night
number
four
at
the
blues
dance,
abuse
dance
Two
rooms
packed
and
the
pressure
pushin'
up
Hot,
hotheads
Ritual
of
blood
in
the
blues
dance
Broke
glass
splintering,
fire
Axes,
blades,
brain
blas'
Rebellion
rushin'
down
the
wrong
road
Storm
blowin'
down
the
wrong
tree
And
Leroy
bleeds
near
death
on
the
fourth
night
In
a
blues
dance,
on
a
black
rebellious
night,
it's
War
amongs'
the
rebels
Madness,
madness,
war
Night
number
five
at
the
telegraph
Vengeance
walk
thru
de
doors
So
slow,
so
smooth
So
tight
and
ripe
and
-smash!
Broke
glass,
a
bottle
finds
a
head
And
the
shell
of
the
fire
heard
-crack!
The
victim
feels
fear
Finds
hands,
holds
knife,
finds
throat
Oh,
the
stabbins
and
the
bleedin'
and
the
blood,
it's
War
amongs'
the
rebels
Madness,
madness,
war
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