..:: audio-music dot info ::..


Main Page     The Desert Island     Copyright Notice
Aa Bb Cc Dd Ee Ff Gg Hh Ii Jj Kk Ll Mm Nn Oo Pp Qq Rr Ss Tt Uu Vv Ww Xx Yy Zz


Bob Marley: Live!

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s


Label: Island Records
Released: 1975.05.12
Time:
 36:04
Category: Reggae
Producer(s): See Artists ...
Rating: *******... (7/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.bobmarley.com
Appears with:
Purchase date: 2002.06.27
Price in €: 9,99



 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


[1] Trench Town Rock (B.Marley) - 4:00
[2] Burnin' and Lootin' (B.Marley) - 4:55
[3] Them Belly Full [But We Hungry] (C.Barrett/H.Corgil) - 4:24
[4] Lively Up Yourself (B.Marley) - 4:24
[5] No Woman, No Cry (R.Ford) - 6:55
[6] I Shot the Sheriff (B.Marley) - 5:07
[7] Get up, Stand Up (B.Marley/P.Tosh) - 6:19

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


BOB MARLEY - Guitar, Vocals, Producer

BERNARD TOUTER HARVEY - Keyboards, Producer
ASTON BARRETT - Bass, Guitar, Producer
CARLTON "Carlie" BARRETT - Drums, Producer
ALVIN PATTERSON - Percussion, Producer
AL ANDERSON - Guitar, Producer

RITA MARLEY - Vocals
JUDY MOWATT - Vocals
MARCIA GRIFFITHS - Vocals

CHRIS BLACKWELL - Producer
STEVE SMITH - Producer
PHILL BROWN - Mixing
DENNIS MORRIS - Photography
ADRIAN BOOT - Photography
BOB ELLIS - Photography
BARRY DIAMENT - Remastering
ROB FRABONI - Remastering

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


1975 CD Tuff Gong IPS 9376
1975 LP Tuff Gong 9376
1976 LP Tuff Gong 422-846203-1
1976 CD Tuff Gong 422-846203-2
1976 CS Tuff Gong 422-846203-4

Recorded live at the Lyceum, Brixton, London, 18/7/1975



"One good thing about music — when it hits, you feel no pain." So proclaims Bob Marley in the opening line of this concert recording, and he and his band proceed to brutalize the crowd with the finest reggae then being produced. Live! can be taken on either of two levels: First, as one of the greatest live albums of all time, and second, for the uninitiated, as an excellent introduction to the music Marley & the Wailers were making in the early to mid '70s. It is, in a very real sense, Marley's "greatest hits" collection of the 1973-75 era.

Jim Newsom, All-Music Guide, © 1992 - 2002 AEC One Stop Group, Inc.



When Bob Marley and the Wailers recorded their legendary 1975 London gig, little did they know of its lasting power. From the opening shuffles of "Trenchtown Rock" to the rabble-rousing "Get Up, Stand Up," this brief recording captured Marley's combo of critical invective and languid musical power. The rhythm team of Aston and Carlton Barrett make time-keeping splendidly melodic as Marley's gently scouring voice gets woven in with his backup vocalists in a mellowly dazzling display. On fire, the band jumps into the discovery of its power without regard to keeping the songs tidy or reflective of anything other than the moment of execution. No matter the years between its original release and the present, this recording will always breathe. Between Live! and the later, longer Babylon by Bus, Bob Marley showed categorical know-how in the art of executing state-of-the-art performances in the era of arena rock's supremacy.

Andrew Bartlett, Amazon.com



Island is moving back into reggae, and intelligently, not with John Holt/Ken Boothe pop stuff but with roots music like Winston Rodney's Burning Spear, whose primitive, chant-based, two-chord songs deal with the essence of Rastafarian experience. The only question is, who in America knows enough to really appreciate it? Whom does Island expect to buy records like this?

The title tune is a microcosm of the problem. The rhythm is compelling but the brass is out of tune, countryman style. As for the words—how much do you know about Marcus Garvey and his prophecy? Unless you're really familiar with Jamaican culture, the words simply won't make sense. Fortunately, the group's singing and the incredible backup by members of Jamaica's top studio band, the Soul Syndicate, make the sound itself compelling. Melodies like "Tradition," with its three-part "doot doot" hook, or the brooding, hypnotic "Slavery Days" might even get on the radio, but it's hardly the place for novices to begin listening.

Still, as little sense as releasing Marcus Garvey in America seems to make, not releasing Live! makes less. Ostensibly, the reasons are that Live! is not a top-notch Wailers set and that the album would hurt sales of the rest of the group's catalog. The two lines of thinking are obviously contradictory. While Live! may not be as good as the set I saw at the 30,000-seat National Stadium in Kingston, it's a tossup whether this record or Natty Dread is better. The audience response is electrifying and both the Wailers and the I Threes vocalists are in top form. All of these songs are available elsewhere but Live! is essential listening for the growing Wailers cult. As one of the best live albums ever, it should at least have been released on the Antilles budget series.

ED WARD - RS 210
© Copyright 2002 RollingStone.com
 

 L y r i c s


TRENCHTOWN ROCK

One good thing about music, when it hits you fell no pain (repeat)
So hit me with music, hit me with music
Hit me with music, hit me with music now
I got to say trench town rock
I say don't watch that
Trench town rock, big fish or sprat
Trench town rock, you reap what you sow
Trench town rock, and everyone know now
Trench town rock, don't turn your back
Trench town rock, give the slum a try
Trench town rock, never let the children cry
Trench town rock, cause you got to tell Jah, Jah

You grooving Kingston 12, grooving, Kingston 12
Grooving woe, woe, it's Kingston 12
Grooving it's Kingston 12
No want you fe galang so,
No want you fe galang so
You want come cold I up
But you can't come cold I up
Cause I'm grooving, yes I'm grooving

I say one good thing, one good thing
When it hits you feel no pain
One good thing about music
When it hits you feel no pain
So hit me with music
Hit me with music now
Hit me with music, hit me with music
Look at that, Trench Town rock
I say don't watch that, Trench Town rock
If you big fish or sprat, Trench Town rock
You reap what you sow, Trench Town rock
And everyone know now, Trench Town rock
Don't turn your back, Trench Town rock
Give the slum a try, Trench Town rock
Never let the children cry, Trench Town rock
Cause you got to tell Jah, Jah why
Grooving, grooving, grooving, grooving


BURNIN' AND LOOTIN'

This morning I woke up in a curfew;
O God, I was a prisoner, too - yeah!
Could not recognize the faces standing over me;
They were all dressed in uniforms of brutality.  Eh!

How many rivers do we have to cross,
Before we can talk to the boss?  Eh!
All that we got, it seems we have lost;
We must have really paid the cost.

(That's why we gonna be)
Burnin' and a-lootin' tonight;
(Say we gonna burn and loot)
Burnin' and a-lootin' tonight;
(One more thing)
Burnin' all pollution tonight;
(Oh, yeah, yeah)
Burnin' all illusion tonight.

Oh, stop them!

Give me the food and let me grow;
Let the Roots Man take a blow.
All them drugs gonna make you slow now;
It's not the music of the ghetto.  Eh!

Weepin' and a-wailin' tonight;
(Ooh, can't stop the tears!)
Weepin' and a-wailin' tonight;
(We've been suffering these long, long-a years)
Weepin' and a-wailin' tonight
(Will you say cheer?)
Weepin' and a-wailin' tonight
( ... )

Give me the food and let me grow;
Let the roots man take a blow.
All them drugs gonna make you slow;
It's not the music of the ghetto.

We gonna be burnin' and a-lootin' tonight;
(To survive, yeah!)
Burnin' and a-lootin' tonight;
(Save your babies' lives)
Burning all pollution tonight;
(Pollution ... )
Burning all illusion tonight
(Lord-a, Lord-a, Lord-a, Lord!)

Burning and a-looting tonight;
Burning and a-looting tonight;
Burning all pollution tonight.     [Fadeout]


THEM BELLY FULL (BUT WE HUNGRY)

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'.

[Guitar Solo]

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.  [Fadeout]


LIVELY UP YOURSELF

You're gonna lively up yourself, and don't be no drag;
You lively up yourself 'cause reggae is another bag.
You lively up yourself, and don't say, "No";
You're gonna lively up yourself 'cause I said so!

Hear what you gonna do:
You rock so, you rock so, like you never did before, yeah!
You dip so, you dip so: dip through my door.
You come so, you come so, oh yeah!
You skank so, you skank so: be alive today!

You're gonna lively up yourself, and don't say, "No";
You lively up yourself, big daddy says so, y'all!
You lively up yourself, and don't be no drag;
You lively up yourself 'cause reggae is another bag.

What you got that I don't know?
I'm a-trying to wonder - wonder - wonder why you -
        wonder - wonder why you act so.  Yeah!

Hey, do you hear what the man seh?
Lively up your(self) - your woman in the morning time, y'all!
Wa!  Keep a liv'lin' up your woman when the evening come
And take ya* - take ya - take ya - take ya-a-a!
Come on, baby!  'Cause I wanna be lively myself, y'all!

[Organ, Saxophone and Guitar Solo]

Lively up yourself;
Lively up yourself.
You want to rock so, you rock so:

[Saxophone Solo]

You rock so, you rock so;
You dip so, you dip so;
You skank so, you skank so, and don't be no drag!
You come so, you come so, for reggae is another bag!

Get what you got in that bag!
What you got in de other bag you got hanging there?
What you say you got?
I don't believe you!


NO WOMAN NO CRY

No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry.

Said - said - said: I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown,
Oba - obaserving the 'ypocrites
As they would mingle with the good people we meet.
Good friends we have, oh, good friends we've lost
Along the way.
In this great future, you can't forget your past;
So dry your tears, I seh.

No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry.
'Ere, little darlin', don't shed no tears:
No, woman, no cry.

Said - said - said: I remember when-a we used to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown.
And then Georgie would make the fire lights,
As it was logwood burnin' through the nights.
Then we would cook cornmeal porridge,
Of which I'll share with you;
My feet is my only carriage,
So I've got to push on through.
But while I'm gone, I mean:
Everything's gonna be all right!
Everything's gonna be all right!
Everything's gonna be all right!
Everything's gonna be all right!
I said, everything's gonna be all right-a!
Everything's gonna be all right!
Everything's gonna be all right, now!
Everything's gonna be all right!

So, woman, no cry;
No - no, woman - woman, no cry.
Woman, little sister, don't shed no tears;
No, woman, no cry.

[Guitar Solo]

I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown.
And then Georgie would make the fire lights,
As it was logwood burnin' through the nights.
Then we would cook cornmeal porridge,
Of which I'll share with you;
My feet is my only carriage,
So I've got to push on through.
But while I'm gone:

No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry.
Woman, little darlin', say don't shed no tears;
No, woman, no cry.

Eh!  (Little darlin', don't shed no tears!
 No, woman, no cry.
 Little sister, don't shed no tears!
 No, woman, no cry.)


I SHOT THE SHERIFF

(I shot the sheriff,
 But I didn't shoot no deputy, oh no!  Oh!
 I shot the sheriff
 But I didn't shoot no deputy.  Ooh, oo-ooh.)
All around in my home town,
They tryin' to track me down;
They say they want to bring me in guilty
For the life of a deputy,
For the life of a deputy.
But I say, yeah:

(I shot the sheriff,
But I swear it was in selfdefence.)
   I swear it was in selfdefence, yea-ea-eah!
It was I who shot the sheriff,
(And they say it is a) capital offence.  (Oo-ooh)

Sheriff John Brown always hates me,
For what, I don't know:
Every time I plant a seed,
He say, "Kill them before they grow" -
He say, "Kill them before they grow", now.
And so, yeah - and so:

I shot the sheriff.
But I didn't shoot no deputy.  (Oh no!  Oh!)
It was I shot the sheriff,
But I (didn't shoot no deputy) -
I didn't shoot no deputy.  (Oo-ooh)
No-no-no-no-no!

Freedom came my way one day
And I started out of town, yeah!
Then all of a sudden I saw sheriff John Brown,
He was aiming to shoot I down;
So I shot, yes, I shot - shot him down and I say, yeah:

By-by-by - I shot the sheriff,
Love, I didn't shoot no deputy.  (oh, no!  Oh!)
It was I shot the sheriff,
But I didn't shoot no deputy.  (Oo-ooh)

Reflexes had the better of me
And what is to be must be:
Every day the bucket goes to the well,
I say, one day the bottom a-go drop out,
One day the bottom will drop out.

And so - and so, read it!
(I shot the sheriff,
 But I didn't shoot no deputy.  Oh no, oh!
 I shot the sheriff,
 But I didn't shoot no deputy.  Oo-ooh.)

[Organ Solo]


GET UP, STAND UP

Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: don't give up the fight!

Preacherman, don't tell me,
Heaven is under the earth.
I know you don't know
What life is really worth.
It's not all that glitters is gold;
'Alf the story has never been told:
So now you see the light, eh!
Stand up for your rights.  Come on!

Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: don't give up the fight!
Get up, stand up: stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up: don't give up the fight!

Most people think,
Great God will come from the skies,
Take away everything
And make everybody feel high.
But if you know what life is worth,
You will look for yours on earth:
And now you see the light,
You stand up for your rights.  Jah!

Get up, stand up!    (Jah, Jah!)
   Stand up for your rights!    (Oh-hoo!)
Get up, stand up!    (Get up, stand up!)
   Don't give up the fight!     (Life is your right!)
Get up, stand up!    (So we can't give up the fight!)
   Stand up for your rights!    (Lord, Lord!)
Get up, stand up!    (Keep on struggling on!)
   Don't give up the fight!     (Yeah!)

We sick an' tired of-a your *ism-skism game -
Dyin' 'n' goin' to heaven in-a Jesus' name, Lord.
We know when we understand:
Almighty God is a living man.
You can fool some people sometimes,
But you can't fool all the people all the time.
So now we see the light (What you gonna do?),
We gonna stand up for our rights!  (Yeah, yeah, yeah!)

Oh, you better:
Get up, stand up!  (In the morning!  Git it up!)
   Stand up for your rights!  (Stand up for our rights!)
Get up, stand up!
   Don't give up the fight! (Don't give it up, don't give it up!)
Get up, stand up!  (Get up, stand up!)
   Stand up for your rights!  (Get up, stand up!)
Get up, stand up!  ( ... )
   Don't give up the fight! (Get up, stand up!)
Get up, stand up!  ( ... )
   Stand up for your rights!
Get up, stand up!
   Don't give up the fight!     [Fadeout]

 M P 3   S a m p l e s


Currently no Samples available!