Monday, August 14, 2006

The 1980s

were the era of Thatcher, the miners' strike, riots, the collapse of communism, the rise of hiphop as a cultural institution, and a lot of bad pop music. You can relive your youth through the glut of 80s videos over thebestlegaladvice.com.

Here is my particular favourite, Musical Youth, seemingly still performing, with Pass the Dutchie - all together now,

This generation
Rules the nation
With version

Music happen to be the food of love
Sounds to really make you rub and scrub

I say: Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side
Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side
It a gonna burn, give me music make me jump and prance
It a go done, give me the music make me rock in the dance

It was a cool and lovely breezy afternoon
(How does it feel when you've got no food ?)
You could feel it 'cause it was the month of June
(How does it feel when you've got no food ?)
So I left my gate and went out for a walk
(How does it feel when you've got no food ?)
As I pass the dreadlocks' camp I heard them say
(How does it feel when you've got no food ?)

Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side
Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side
It a gonna burn, give me music make me jump and prance
It a go done, give me the music make me rock in the dance

So I stopped to find out what was going on.
(How does it feel when you've got no food ?)
'Cause the spirit of Jah, you know he leads you on
(How does it feel when you've got no food ?)
There was a ring of dreads and a session was there in swing
(How does it feel when you've got no food ?)
You could feel the chill as I seen and heard them say
(How does it feel when you've got no food ?)

Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side
Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side
It a gonna burn, give me music make me jump and prance
It a go done, give me the music make me rock in the dance

'Cause me say listen to the drummer, me say listen to the bass
Give me little music make me wind up me waist
Me say listen to the drummer, me say listen to the bass
Give me little music make me wind up me waist, I say

Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side
Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side
It a gonna burn, give me music make me jump and prance
It a go done, give me the music make me rock in the dance

You play it on the radio, a so me say, we a go hear it on the stereo
A so me know you a go play it on the disco
A so me say we a go hear it on the stereo

Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side
Pass the Dutchie on the left hand side
It a gonna burn, give me music make me jump and prance
It a go done, give me the music make me rock in the dance

I say east, say west, say north and south (on the left hand side)
This is gonna make us jump and shout (on the left hand side)

5 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Nein, nein, I could spend a whole decade on that site. My god. Kajagoogoo!

So that Musical Youth song starts, 'With version'. I never knew what it was with. And what's a Dutchie anyway, and all this passing it to the left? Is it something to do with port, and, anyway, doesn't one pass port to the right?

9:10 am  
Blogger lukeski said...

OK, I can go into reggae nerd mode here. This song, the 'dutchie' in the title of which is a cooking pot (in the Dutch style, I would surmise), is actually a cover of the Mighty Diamonds 'Pass the Kouchie/Kutchie' (multiple spellings exist), also known as a chalice or chalawa, an enormous pipe Rastas use to smoke the herb whilst reasoning.

They didn't think that Blue Peter viewers, nor the UK in generl would be particularly happy with a bunch of kids singing the praises of dope, so changed the lyrics somewhat.

The rhythm track itself is a late 1970's update of the classic Studio One 'Full Up' rhythm from the 60s.

12:44 pm  
Blogger lukeski said...

Pass the kutchie pon the lef' hand side
Pass the kutchie pon the lef' hand side
It a go bun, it a go dung, Jah know

It was a cool and lovely breezy afternoon
(How does it feel when you've got no herb ?)
You could feel it 'cause it was the month of June
(If you got no herb you will walk an' talk)
So I lef' my gate and went out for a walk
As I pass the dreadlocks' camp I hear them say
(How do dey sing when you heard dem sing ?)

Pass the kutchie pon the lef' hand side
Pass the kutchie pon the lef' hand side
It a go bun, it a go dung, Jah know

So I stopped to find out what was going on.
(How do you find when you make your stuff ?)
For the spirit of Jah, you know he leads me on
(them all have a leaf at the dreadlocks' camp)
There was a ring of dreads and a session was there in swing
I could feel the chill as I see and heard them say
(How do dey sing when you heard dem sing ?)

Pass the kutchie pon the lef' hand side
Pass the kutchie pon the lef' hand side
It a go bun, it a go dung, Jah know

12:47 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'd be a hopeless Rasta. I can't bear dope.

1:37 pm  
Blogger lukeski said...

It bored me rigid - alcohol was always my drug of choice. I am sure there is a nature/nurture issues with these things - remember how shockingly drunk Russians in Petrozavodsk became on beer, whilst they were perfectly(ish) fine with vodka. I know there are investigations into the genetic/chemical bases of lactose intolerance (a higher level amongst people of African origin, i.e. where there were no domestic cattle in the European/American sense).

1:46 pm  

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