Babylon Page #5

things out of my car, all right?

All right. ELAINE:

Thanks a lot. It was nice.

I'll come and

check on you again, yeah?

Where you f***ing been?

Blue, you frightened me.

Do you know how long I've

been waiting out here?

- So where've you been, Elaine?

- Been out.

It's 6:
00 in the morning.

Thanks for the time check.

- So who's that you're offwith now?

- Oh, don't talk rubbish.

I went up a soul club

with Deidre and Beverly.

Neither Deidre nor Beverly drive.

Look, what am I supposed

to do on a Saturday night?

Sit by the phone hoping you'll ring?

Who was he? The one in the Interceptor.

- Who was he?

- Look, right,

it was Deidre's brother and

he goes out with Beverly.

Anyway, it's got nothing to do with you.

What do you mean, it's

got nothing to do with me?

Do you know how long I've been

waiting outside your house?

I don't care how long you've

been waiting outside my house.

- You don't care!

- No!

Listen, right. Look, when I decide

to go out on a Saturday night

and you're not around,

what am I supposed to do?

Sometimes I could hit you.

Look, Blue, look, just leave me

alone, all right? Just go away!

Jah! CROWD:
Jah!

Almighty and most powerful god.

Clap your hands, all ye people.

Shout unto Jah with the voice oftriumph.

For the Lord most high is terrible.

He's a great king over all the earth.

He shall serve you.

And the nations at our feet.

He shall choose our inheritance for us.

The excellency of Jacob

and the Lord Rastafari.

Jah is gonna bless you.

Lord with the soul of a trumpet.

Sing praises to Jah, sing praises.

Sing praises to Rastafari, sing praises.

'Cause he is a great

king over all the earth.

Sing his praises with understanding.

- Jah!

Rastafari!

Most high and terrible god.

Lord of lords,

king of kings,

conquering lion of the tribe ofJudah.

He lift up himself.

Most high god, light

ofthis world, Rastafari.

Most powerful and terrible god.

Dear beloved, peace be unto the I.

Welcome to this gathering

of the most high, Jah Rastafari.

Rastafari.

But the I look as if all the troubles

ofthis world be upon him shoulders.

Come here, draw this

chalice and let these herbs

for the healing of the nation,

heal your troubled mind.

To the east, Africa.

To the west, Jamaica, first Babylon.

To the north, England, second Babylon.

Babylonian triangle ofcaptivity.

Man travel down many

roads, in many directions,

all ofthem roads that man take,

all ofthem journeys that man make,

is brought deceptions and vanities.

Vanities and vanities that make man

can't step forward out of Babylon,

first leaving behind him the dirty

filthiness ofthis dirty, corrupted

and wicked Babylonian society

and step forward to

Zion, forward to Africa,

the first point ofthis

triangle, forward to I and I,

Jah Rastafari, most high and mighty god.

Dread?

Errol?

- What errors!

- Look how the man spell "rule. "

All right, come on, Shaka

gonna kill your blood claat.

Come on, guy. Me cold enough.

- All right, man.

- Come on.

Hey, come on, Beefy, man.

- We have to catch some fun, you know.

- Shut up, man.

Come on.

Hey, Beefy, come on, man.

What a blood claat you are.

- What errors!

- Come on, man.

Lion!

Hey, Beefy, you ought to see

a tailor about that coat, man.

- Shut your f***ing face.

- Where you get that coat from?

Come on. Come on, man.

- I hear that Shaka have a new tune.

- Which new tune?

Everything is f***ed, man!

F*** me.

Shut the rass claat door now.

So what are you looking at me for?

Well, it's not me that's done it.

It's your kind, man.

Your f***ing kind!

Beefy, why don't you

hush up your blood claat?

- You don't know nothing!

- No!

I know that if him never stop

me from mash up them blood claat

on the balcony, this would never happen.

They're the same kind, man.

Your kind. Your f***ing kind.

My kind, Beefy? My kind?

It's me that sprayed

all the walls, is it?

And mashed up the speakers, yeah?

Cho, man, I'm a National Front guy?

Them are dealing in

pure wickedness, man.

Don't talk f***ing black, white man.

I don't want to hear no

arguments here. I don't want no violence.

Nobody be making a schism, you hear?

Tonight is still I night. Errol.

- Cool down, Beef, man.

- Sure.

- Record box is in the van?

- Yeah, man.

Fat Larry special there?

Yeah, man.

So sound and I look good.

Come, come, man. Come,

Beef, man. Come, man.

Look after yourself, Ronnie, you hear?

The I better make sure

the I reach on time.

I'll see you later.

A calm and heavenly frame.

# A calm

# And heavenly frame #

A light to shine upon the road.

# A light to shine

# Upon the road#

That leads me to the lamb.

# That leads me

# To the lamb #

Lord bless me now and bless

us ifthou can be so please.

I pray for our complete deliverance.

I pray that you will

use me as an instrument.

Lord, I am depending upon you

while we say thanks in Jesus' name.

At a time like this,

my heart is overflow with joy

knowing that once I was a sinner,

was going down the road ofsedition.

Had no intention about this man, Jesus.

And one night I come to the conviction

and tonight I am rejoicing in

this free and full salvation.

And I could say, as

brother Paul tonight,

I am happy to be a Christian

and I am rejoicing in this

free and full salvation.

And now, Lord, I pray that

you will bless every heart.

What a p*ssy claat. What's

so important it couldn't wait?

Right now, when I go home, it's just

pure aggravation from my wife, you know?

You playing tonight?

- No, why?

- I might want to borrow your sound system.

What do you mean, borrow my sound

system? What happen to yours?

- Is two you want?

- My sound system get mash up last night.

Get mash up? You know, this

call for some negotiations.

Blood claat! What do

you mean, negotiation?

You're worse than a p*ssy

claat. Just give me the key, man.

Listen, man, watch them

language, man. Have some respect.

Right now, just drop them in

the letter box when you finished.

And listen now,

don't you come for no more

favours after this, you hear, son?

Hey! Oi!

Open this bumbaclaat door.

Oi! I know you're in there!

Bumbaclaat.

What are you after, jungle bunny?

An hiding, eh?

Is that what you want? Eh?

# Jah

# Does you know?

# Light ofthis world, I and I, Rastafari

# I shall lead I and

I tothe promised land

# Jah

# Babylon, Babylon, Babylon

# Say

# Rastafari!

# Four thousand years I've gone

through exploitation, victimisation

# I and I come to chant

no Babylon oppression

# And setthe captives free

# Jah

# King of kings and lord of lords

# Conquering Lion of the

tribe of Judah-ah-ah#

Who's this brother here?

He must be a new boy.

Blood claat, never seen

him round this area.

- You know what them say about him?

- No man, what them say about him?

They say he likes to

mash up people things.

- Why he do that?

- Because he's a f***ing hooligan.

Blood claat problems, you

hang around with Beefy.

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