Nov 2017
The dub reggae's loud as she relaxes
The drug-smoke hits our brain synapses
King Tubby* spreads my mind around the room
As we listen to the bass line boom
These are the times to be remembered
2017, the first of November
As chilled out as it is possible to be
Yet, still be conscious, yet still breathe
Yes, nights like these are the good times
I scribble my words and try to think of rhymes
There are no words that need to be said
Between us, lying on this bed
The love is there, a living thing
With the bass-line's boom and the snare drum's sting
Yes nights like these should be remembered
2017, the first of November
The drug-smoke hits our brain synapses
King Tubby* spreads my mind around the room
As we listen to the bass line boom
These are the times to be remembered
2017, the first of November
As chilled out as it is possible to be
Yet, still be conscious, yet still breathe
Yes, nights like these are the good times
I scribble my words and try to think of rhymes
There are no words that need to be said
Between us, lying on this bed
The love is there, a living thing
With the bass-line's boom and the snare drum's sting
Yes nights like these should be remembered
2017, the first of November
* King Tubby was a fantastic producer of 'Dub Reggae'
A style of reggae where the music was remixed with the bass and drums pushed to the front and snippets of vocals and other sounds were heavily treated with echo and occasionally layered onto the track
A style of reggae where the music was remixed with the bass and drums pushed to the front and snippets of vocals and other sounds were heavily treated with echo and occasionally layered onto the track
(45/M/Stoke On Trent)
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