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Peter Tosh: Mama Africa

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s


Label: EMI Records
Released: 1983
Time:
 48:08
Category: Reggae
Producer(s): Peter Tosh, Chris Kimsey
Rating: ********.. (8/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.jamaicapage.com
Appears with: Bob Marley
Purchase date: 2002.10.21
Price in €: 6,99



 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


[1] Mama Africa (P.Tosh) - 7:56
[2] Glass Houses (P.Tosh) - 5:53
[3] Not Gonna Give It Up (P.Tosh) - 5:45
[4] Stop That Train (P.Tosh) - 4:01
[5] Johnny B. Goode (Ch.Berry) - 4:03
[6] Where You Gonna Run (D.Kinsey/R.Kinsey) - 4:09
[7] Peace Treaty (P.Tosh) - 4:21
[8] Feel No Way (P.Tosh) - 3:29
[9] Maga Dog (P.Tosh) - 4:25

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


PETER TOSH - Guitar, Keyboards, Clavinet, Vocals

BYRON ALLRED - Keyboards
ARNOLD BRACKENRIDGE - Trumpet
JUNIOR CHIN - Trumpet
CARLTON DAVIS - Drums
SLY DUNBAR - Drums
DEAN FRASER - Saxophone
STEVE GOLDING - Rhythm Guitar
DONALD KINSEY - Guitar, Background Vocals
ROBERT LYN - Organ
DAVID MADDEN - Trumpet
RONALD "Nambo" ROBINSON - Trombone
ROBBIE SHAKESPEARE - Bass
SCULLY SIMS - Percussion
KEITH STERLING - Piano
THE TAMLINS - Vocals
DARRYL THOMPSON - Guitar
UZIAH "Sticky" THOMPSON - Percussion
BETTY WRIGHT - Background Vocals
AUDREY HALL - Background Vocals
PAM HALL - Background Vocals
RAYMOND HALL - Background Vocals

JELLYBEAN BENITEZ - Mixing
CLIVE "Azul" HUNT - Horn Arrangements
CHRIS KIMSEY - Mixing, Producer
BOB LUDWIG - Mastering
LANCELOT "Maxie" MCKENZIE - Engineer
NIGEL REEVE - Digital Remastering, Series Producer
DANNY SIMS - Executive Producer
ROGER STEFFENS - Liner Notes
PETER TOSH - Main Performer, Mixing, Producer
NICK WEBB - Digital Remastering

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


1983 LP EMI America 1A264-07717
1983 CS EMI America E4-91671
1983 CD EMI America E2-91671
1990 CD Capitol 91671
1996 CD Alliance 91671
1996 CS Alliance 91671

Recorded at Dynamic Sounds, Kingston, JA



Peter Tosh's most "accessible" solo album, Mama Africa would also be his best seller outside Jamaica, the only one of his albums to break into the U.K. Top 50 and even push into the bottom reaches of the U.S. chart. Toning down the rhetoric, Tosh concentrated on the music, self-producing an album that sounds fantastic from start to finish. Of course, he had help from a boatload of friends, with two separate aggregates of musicians providing backing; Carlton "Santa" Davis and Lebert "Gibby" Morrison fuel one grouping across most of the album, with Sly & Robbie firing the other. There's a fabulous horn section, a clutch of superb backing singers (including the Tamlins, who accompany Tosh on three songs), and some superb guitar work from Donald Kinsey. The album itself revisits the past while also looking to the future. The updated songs are particularly creative, with the Wailers' "Stop That Train" totally revitalized through an incredible mix of styles, brilliantly blending R&B, nods to Motown, a faux slide guitar, and a steady reggae beat. Even more astonishing is Tosh's stunning take on "Johnny B. Goode," a U.K. Top 50 hit that boasts an intricate rhythm, brass accents, sumptuous keyboards, and Kinsey's soaring guitar on a song that builds and builds into an absolute crescendo of sound. There's also a fine revisit of "Maga Dog," one of Tosh's nastier songs. But that has little on "Peace Treaty," whose laid-back beat and chirpy melody can't hide Tosh's gloating. Yes, listeners remember his admonition that peace will only be found in the grave, and the cease-fire declared by the gangs would never last. But as gunfire echoes across the track, should the treaty's collapse really be the cause for celebration? To judge by Tosh's triumphant I told you so, apparently it is. On a more positive note is the urban meets Kingston sound of "Not Gonna Give It Up," boasting the Tamlins at their best, and more great guitar licks. The title track is even more infectious, a rocker with a Caribbean flair and a light Afro-beat, as Tosh muses eloquently about his beloved continent. Every track on the album is just as memorable in its own way, as the artist combines styles, genres, moods, and atmospheres across songs old and new. Not Tosh at his most revolutionary, but an album filled with music that remains unforgettable.

Jo-Ann Greene - All Music Guide
© 1992 - 2002 AEC One Stop Group, Inc.



One of Peter Tosh's best records in a long while. The melodies are catchy and enjoyable; the songs well produced. Joined by a host of Jamaica's top musicians-Including members of the Wailers, the Tamlins, as well as Sly & Robbie-Tosh mixes tradition, philosophy, and roots in a most pleasing way. The LP includes remakes of "Maga Dog" (formerly unavailable on any album), "Stop That Train," and "Johnny B. Goode" (the single). You'll also find yourself singing and dancing to "Peace Treaty" (check out the sound effects of bombs exploding), "Not Gonna Give Up," "Where You Gonna Run" and the title track. The Bush Doctor is back in business with this one!

CMJ New Music Report Issue: 16 - May 23, 1983
© 1978-2002 College Media, Inc., Inc. All Rights Reserved.
 

 L y r i c s


MAMA AFRICA

(CHORUS)
Mama Africa
How are you doing Mama
Mama Africa
Long time me no see you Mama

They took me away from you Mama
Long before I was born
They took me away from you Mama
Long before I came on in

CHORUS

There's so many things about you
Wondering where you are
They try their best to hide you Mama
But I search and I find you

CHORUS

In you there's so much beauty
In you there's so much life
In you there's so many kingdoms
To me it's out of sight

CHORUS

You're the maker of gold Mama
You're the maker of diamond
You're the maker of pearls
And the maker of all precious goals

CHORUS

I've been waiting, yearning, looking
Searching to find you
I've been crying, praying hoping
That I may find you Mama

CHORUS
You're my mother Africa
You're my father Africa

CHORUS I'm proud of you Mama
I love you Mama
I'm proud of you Mama
I love you heavenly

CHORUS


GLASSHOUSE

CHORUS
If you live in a glasshouse
Don't throw stones
And if you can't take blows brother
Don't throw blows

Harm no man
Let no man harm you
Do unto others
As they would do to you

And to every baldhead
Respect the Rastaman
Cause he's the only man left on creation

CHORUS

Cos cos to see I
Looking so humble
Would you like to try something
But your world would a crumble

Caught behind I back
You lied to grumble
And before I face
You always a fumble

CHORUS
You build your world on lies and illusions
But you never know that
This is the conclusion

No chance no hope for those
Who kept it a goin'
'Cause you never know that
The truth is showing

CHORUS

I'm on this earth
To give Jah praise
And all I ask for
Is longer days

I come to do the things that are right
And if you don't like my do it we're gonna fight

CHORUS


NOT GONNA GIVE IT UP...

CHORUS
I'm not gonna give it up
I'm not goin'
I'm not gonna give it up
I'm not goin'
I will be fighting
I've got to be fighting
I will be fighting
Til Africa
And Africans are free

I said that I been up there
And I've seen poverty beyond compare
I know slave drivers just don't care
They just don't care

CHORUS

Africa's the richest place
But it has the poorest race
And to me it's just a disgrace
Just a disgrace

Africans don't wait too long
We gotta fight 'cause it's not wrong
Won't you join in and sing this song
Sing this song

CHORUS

To be poor it's a hurtful pain
Livin inna poverty it's a burning shame
Help yourself 'cause man you're not lame
You are not lame

CHORUS


STOP THAT TRAIN

CHORUS
I'm not gonna give it up
I'm not goin'
I'm not gonna give it up
I'm not goin'
I will be fighting
I've got to be fighting
I will be fighting
Til Africa
And Africans are free

I said that I been up there
And I've seen poverty beyond compare
I know slave drivers just don't care
They just don't care

CHORUS

Africa's the richest place
But it has the poorest race
And to me it's just a disgrace
Just a disgrace

Africans don't wait too long
We gotta fight 'cause it's not wrong
Won't you join in and sing this song
Sing this song

CHORUS

To be poor it's a hurtful pain
Livin inna poverty it's a burning shame
Help yourself 'cause man you're not lame
You are not lame

CHORUS


JOHNNY B. GOODE

Deep down in Jamaica close to Mandeville
Back up in the woods on top of a hill
There stood an old hut made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B Goode

He never learned to read and a write so well
But he could play his guitar like ringing a bell yell

CHORUS

He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Sitting in a tree in the railroad track
Old engineer in the train sitting in the shade
Strummin' with the rhythm that them drivers made

People passing by would stop and say
Oh my oh my what the boy can play

CHORUS

Mama said son you gotta be a man
You gotta be the leader of a reggae band
People coming in from miles around
To hear you play until the sun goes down

Boy someday your name will be in the lights
Saying Johnny B Goode tonight

CHORUS


WHERE YOU GONNA RUN TO?

Where you gonna run
Where you gonna hide
Who you tryin to see
What you tryin to find
CHORUS

We're all in this race
Everybody trying to keep a pace
Can't get away
No no, there is no escape

The world is faced with problems
And many illusions
Love is the man overstanding
It's the only solution

CHORUS

People walking around in disguise
Try to tell me what they're trying to hide
'Cause what you're looking for
It stay here with you all the time

The world is faced with problems
And many illusions
Love is the man overstanding
It's the only solution

CHORUS


PEACE TREATY

Do you remember the peace treaty
You sign in a kill some city
Do you remember the peace treaty
Them sign in a kill some city

And now this one have a gun
And this one have a gun when it pass law
Babylon Run
And this one have a gun
And this one have a gun when it pass soldier run

All who signed that peace treaty
Now rest in peace in the cemetery
All who signed that peace treaty
Is now resting in peace in the cemetery

And this one have a gun
And that one have a gun when it pass everyone run
I say this one have a gun
And that one have a gun when it drop another weakheart drop

Because of the words I say
Dem say di bwai shoot I head
Because of the truth I say
Babylon wish me fi dead

When you sign that peace treaty
I told you it wouldn't worky worky
When you sign that peace treaty
I told them it could not worky worky

And now this one have a gun
And that one have a gun when it pass law, law, Babylon run
And this one have a gun
And that one have a gun
When it pop,somebody drop

And that was the peace treaty
Them sign in a kill some shitty
It was a peace treaty
Them sign in a Kingston city

And now this one have a gun
And that one have a gun when it pass law, law, Babylon run

And now this one have a gun
And that one have a gun when it pass law, law, Babylon run
But killers have no pity...

It was the peace treaty them sign in a the city...
Light the chalice
Sign the treaty
You still carry malice


FEEL NO WAY

Nobody feel no way
It's coming close to payday I say
Nobody feel no way
Everyman get paid a quota's work this day
CHORUS (2x)

Can I plant peas and reap rice
Can I plant cocoa and reap yam
Can I plant turnip and reap tomato
Can I plant breadfruit and reap potato

CHORUS

Can I tell lie and hear truth
Can I live bad and love good
Can I deliver and get down
Can I give a dollar and want a pound

CHORUS

Can I be wrong and get right?
Can I be kicked and don't fight?
Can I drink water and get drunk?
Can I drink whiskey and stay sober?


MAGA DOG

Sorry fi Maga Dog
Him turn around bite you
And if you jump outta fryin pan
I know you jump inna fire yeah

See you come from country in a country chuk
Tell me say you a look a likkle wuk
Gal go weh from dey
Me no wan' fe see you 'round here

Chorus

When I were with you look how you big and fat
Now you look like a real wet rat
Gal, go weh from me
Me no wan' fe see you 'round here

Chorus

Me jus' a do wha' me hafi do
Me no ha nothin' more fi do with you
And if you know wha' me know
You galang go turn poppy-show

Chorus

Your father gi' you money fi buy piece of land
You take your father money and buy obeah man
But a young nay like you
Should be cut with a filing tool

Chorus

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