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05-28-2006, 05:47 AM
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What's happening, brother
Join Date: May 2005
Location: Dream Country
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R.I.P. Desmond Dekker
I was just looking up some Desmond Dekker stuff on allmusic, and found out that he died three days ago! 
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/5018910.stm
R.I.P. Desmond Dekker, July 16, 1942 - May 25, 2006
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"He has become obsessed with blocks of sound, with sequoias of sound, and if he could not produce on the piano what he hears in his head, he would do it by other means. He would gather about him whales and jets and cascades, and make them sing and roar and crash." - Whitney Balliett, on Cecil Taylor
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05-28-2006, 05:52 AM
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What's happening, brother
Join Date: May 2005
Location: Dream Country
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Thanks for all the great music!
 
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"I used to work in a factory, and I liked it there because I could daydream all day." - Ian Curtis
"He has become obsessed with blocks of sound, with sequoias of sound, and if he could not produce on the piano what he hears in his head, he would do it by other means. He would gather about him whales and jets and cascades, and make them sing and roar and crash." - Whitney Balliett, on Cecil Taylor
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05-28-2006, 09:42 AM
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ISRAELITES
Desmond Dekker and the Aces
(Desmond Dacres & Leslie Kong)
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir,
so that every mouth can be fed.
Poor me, the Israelite. Sir.
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir,
So that every mouth can be fed.
Poor me, the Israelite. Sir.
My wife and my kids, they are packed up and leave me.
Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen.
Poor me, the Israelite. Sir.
Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are gone.
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde.
Poor me, the Israelite. Sir.
After a storm there must be a calm.
They catch me in the farm. You sound your alarm.
Poor me, the Israelite. Sir Yeeeeee.
Poor me, the Israelite.
I wonder who I'm working for.
Poor me, Israelite,
I look a-down and out, sir. Yeeeeeee Woooooo Hmmmmmmm
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05-28-2006, 08:30 PM
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05-29-2006, 01:46 AM
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A Dying Breed
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: Where no one will find me.
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RIP, Des.
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Down with Lee Myung-bak
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05-30-2006, 12:10 AM
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Join Date: Oct 2004
Location: Nebraska
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Indeed a loss to the music world
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Well they call me William The Pleaser
I sold opium, fireworks and lead
Now I'm telling my troubles to strangers
When the shadows get long I'll be dead. -Tom Waits
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