This is our fate, we born at Golden Age.
What happened? What did we do wrong?
We spend hours on “Social” pipes to mourn about this cause or another.
But what did we do for keeping this sweetness to our children?
Smokes, blood and ashes, we just let it be, throwing our frustration on this or that.
Baby Boomers, BB, Blah Blah..
I am tired of this all, I am exhausted.
Then I sing and I forget..Lah lah lah
I like to remember meeting Keith Richards in Eurostar.
Sitting in first class restaurant, he was there, cross the table.
Fast train for one time too fast. 2 Hours chat.
To say I was a fan and still I am is not correct.
We share with a few others (John Lydon) this essence of rebellion.
Not political, not religious not social, we born different, so fuckin’ different.
We don’t follow rules, ours change everyday. We don’t establish models, we don’t believe in models.
We don’t need consistency because we just are…
You guys cannot understand where we are coming from.
A battlefield for freedom with no ideology seeded in northern fogs
You guys just remember a few gimmicks aka ‘No Future”
You guys used our path for your dis-gracious deviations
You maniac zombies did not understand, you cannot..
You see, my brother, today I stay by Java Sea in Jakarta. I keep moving on but sometimes, turning head back I remember.
I remember Bono, Bono in Ethiopia giving support to children. Gaslight in Sheraton Addis…my Club! We had good moments (with Johnny Walker the Black).
Yes, this life brought me some good things like that, meeting guys by any chance the same guys I was living the music since I was a kid.
Bono, Keith Richard in Eurostar..
As Neil Young sings, “Rock and Roll will never die!” not only music, freedom.
Well, I don’t have that many old friends.
Red Fox remained.
I like this guy, so genuine, so New Yorker, so Jamaican.
You don’t understand “patois”? Normal it became a code language!
Just feel the energy, the sincerity of Red Fox Art.
Dancehall? May be… much more than that.