Jah Lush

Ain't Nobody - Chaka Khan

A duppy is an evil spirit.

Soul Fire - Lee "Scratch" Perry.

Cross posted there. Take this! Brown Eyed Handsome Man - Chuck Berry

Siduhe Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > They were painting the exterior when I drove past > a few minutes ago. Goodbye bright yellow, hello a > kind of mushroomy, truffle grey colour...very ED I > suppose (or maybe it's an undercoat?) Oh no! That's sounds like an All Bar One type colour scheme....yuk! Please God no. Not on Lordship Lane.

Surely that's Amy Winehouse?

Pretty Vacant - Sex Pistols

Tired Of Being Alone - Al Green

You're Wondering Now - The Specials.

From '74 believe or not. This still sounds great. Dig those Lionel's.

Johnny Too Bad - The Slickers

Child Of The Moon - Rolling Stones

Sweet Child Of Mine - Guns And Roses

Crazy Mama - Rolling Stones

Where The Streets Have No Name - U2

It would seem not.

Both.

Now you know why I haven't been to the last few drinks. It seems I've developed a bit of a cult following. Everytime I open the front door and try to walk down the street I've got this f**king cult following me. I'm want my anonymity back please.

Fire Fire - Clance Eccles

A man visits his doctor for a health check. "I'm afraid that I am going to have to ask you to stop masturbating', says the doctor. "Oh no, why is that?' asks the worried patient. "Well, I am trying to examine you" replies the Doctor,"And it is really putting me off".

Groove Is In The Heart - Dee-lite

Just Another Girl - U-Roy

One that my mate Malcolm wrote a little while back called Solid Gold. Top tune, lovely song.

Planet Claire - B52s

EDOldie Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- Jah, does anyone work for > Foxtons anymore? One would hope not. I hate to see people lose their jobs but that building is a carbuncle on Lordship Lane. Oops! Sorry admin...back on topic. "The Trees" I took an air-rifle, shot a magpie to the ground & it died without a sound. Your skin so pale against the fallen Autumn leaves & no-one saw us but the trees. Yeah, the trees, those useless trees produce the air that I am breathing. Yeah, the trees, those useless trees; they never said that you were leaving. I carved your name with a heart just up above - now swollen, distorted, unrecognisable; like our love. The smell of leaf mould & the sweetness of decay are the incense at the funeral procession here, today. In the trees, those useless trees, etc. You try to shape the world to what you want the world to be. Carving your name a thousand times won't bring you back to me. Oh no, no I might as well go & tell it to the trees. Go & tell it to the trees, yeah.