Lyrics - Eye Dance

Dreadlock Holiday
by Stewart / Gouldman

I was walking down the street
Concentratin' on truckin' right
I heard a dark voice beside of me
And I looked 'round in a state of fright
I saw four faces, one mad, a brother from the gutter
They looked me up and down a bit and turned to each other

I say, I don't like cricket, oh no, I love it, yeah
I don't like cricket, oh no, I love it, yeah
Don't you walk through my words
You got to show some respect
Don't you walk through my words
'Cause you ain't heard me out yet, yeah yeah

Well he looked down at my silver chain
He said: "I'll give you one dollar"
I said: "You've got to be joking, man
It was a present from my mother"
He said: "I like it, I want it
I'll take it off your hands
And you'll be sorry you crossed me
You better understand that you're alone"
Oh-oh-oh (a long way from home)

And I say, I don't like reggae, no no, I love it, yeah
I don't like reggae, yeah yeah, I love it, oh yeah
Don't you cramp me style
Don't set me on your pitch
Don't you walk through my words
Like you ain't heard me out yet, yeah, yeah

I hurried back to the swimming pool
Sinkin' pina colada
I heard a dark voice beside me say:
"Would you like something harder"
She said: "I've got it, you want it
My harvest is the best, and if you try it
You'll like it and wallow in the dreadlock holiday"
(Dreadlock holiday, dreadlock holiday)

And I say, don't like Jamaica, oh no, I love her, oh yeah
Don't like Jamaica, oh no, I love her, yeah
Don't you walk through my words
You got to show some respect
Don't you walk through my words
Like you ain't heard me out yet

I don't like cricket, oh no, I love it (middle of summer day)
I don't like cricket, oh no, I love it (middle of summer day)
Don't like Jamaica, oh oh no, I love her (middle of summer day)
I don't like cricket, oh no, I love it (middle of summer day)
I don't like cricket, oh no, I love it (middle of summer day)

Chica Da Silva
by Farian / Courage / Reyam

On the first day of spring
They heard the news
The word spread like fire
That she had fallen
The fields of that day
Were watered with tears
Tears that were cried
For Chica Da Silva

Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva

She was young and brave
The prime of her life
Fought for her country
Became a spy
And men told the secrets
Once looked in her eyes
They laid in the arms
Of Chica Da Silva

The game that she played
Couldn't last very long
Luck she relied on
When they had all gone
Her hands tied together
Back on the wall
They shot the life
From Chica Da Silva


Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva

On the first day of spring
They heard the news
The word spread like fire
That she had fallen
The fields of that day
Were watered with tears
Tears that were cried
For Chica Da Silva

She was young and brave
The prime of her life
Fought for her country
Became a spy
And men told the secrets
Once looked in her eyes
They laid in the arms
Of Chica Da Silva

Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva

Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva
Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da, Chica Da Silva

 

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