Let's all raise our voices and sing in joy to the memory of the man:
"Sittin' in the morning sun
And watching all the birds passing by
Oh how sweet they sing
And oh how much I wish that I could fly
And I try
I said I try
I try
I really try try try
But I got to
Pick myself up
Dust myself off
Start all over, again..."
Everybody!! Let's not feel sorrow when we remember the man, but joy,
for that was his message. Peace, love and true justice!!!
"Sittin' in the midday sun
And wondering where my meal's coming from
After working so hard
Not even piece of bread at the yard
And I said I try
Oh Lord I try
I try
I really try try try "
You've just had the dubious pleasure of reading a stocken original. This was not meant as offence to his memory, but tribute to his legacy. Twenty years to the day. May his memory live on.
Originally posted by Dr StrangeloveWhy, Winston Hubert McIntosh of course. Shot to death by three men, one
Who?
of which was a "friend" whom he had tried to help get a job after a long jail
sentence. This all happened on 9/11-1987.
But he left us a great musical treasure to relish in, so all is not bad. Peter
Tosh they called him. Proud black man and one of the front figures of
Marley's Wailers when they first took off. Sure you haven't heard of him?
Originally posted by stockenSounds alot like the Otis Redding song to me.
Let's all raise our voices and sing in joy to the memory of the man:
"Sittin' in the morning sun
And watching all the birds passing by
Oh how sweet they sing
And oh how much I wish that I could fly
And I try
I said I try
I try
I really try try try
But I got to
Pick myself up
Dust myself off
Start all over, again..."
Everybody!! L ...[text shortened]... emory, but tribute to his legacy. Twenty years to the day. May his memory live on.[/i]