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Queue rebels, dub queue rebels, Roots Reggae Culture in Dub Style.
Under an intense blue sky, animals and tribal faces move.
They dance in a circle, move slowly, jump high.
Change rituals begin, each one dancing under the blue sky.
I have lost my roots inside Babylon: you can see the car lose control inside Babylon.
As soon as you exit the system, they send you postcards.
Move the rhythms, phenomena from Babylon: ties and shirts.
Babylon has lit another candle, but nature has taken over.
The system is jamming, people go crazy, move fast out of the city: from north to south, faster and faster.
From time then Babylon will burst.
Original sound above a dub rhythm.
The incessant rhythm of the Dub people still plays, Roots Reggae.
Babylon collapses to the rhythm of the dub.
The system is jamming around the false world.
Social media, newspapers, TV, send news, representation of a world in the balance.
I feel the ground imploding under the old systems.
So the dub people dance.
The rhythm moves, the feet move, the shoulders move.
Follow the rhythm, move the body.
I'll tell you this story, to explain the story to you.
Do you know where the new wind comes from?
Every now and then Babylon collapses, the Holy Roman Empire collapses, without control, without control.
Rasta, Rasta people, no control, the system is jammed. Free inside, the people rasta.
Among reverberating sounds, Babylon collapses, we are the people of the Rastas.
Reggae music pushes people beyond the blue cloth. Respect for all, will falling Judas fall to the wall?
Rasta, rasta people, without control, press the sound button.
Rasta music of the people, music of the people
The Babylon machine is jamming, the system is jamming.
Queue rebels, dub queue rebels, Roots Reggae Culture in Dub Style.
Under an intense blue sky, animals and tribal faces move.
They dance in a circle, move slowly, jump high.
Change rituals begin, each one dancing under the blue sky.
I have lost my roots inside Babylon: you can see the car lose control inside Babylon.
As soon as you exit the system, they send you postcards.
Move the rhythms, phenomena from Babylon: ties and shirts.
Babylon has lit another candle, but nature has taken over.
The system is jamming, people go crazy, move fast out of the city: from north to south, faster and faster.
From time then Babylon will burst.
Original sound above a dub rhythm.
The incessant rhythm of the Dub people still plays, Roots Reggae.
Babylon collapses to the rhythm of the dub.
The system is jamming around the false world.
Social media, newspapers, TV, send news, representation of a world in the balance.
I feel the ground imploding under the old systems.
So the dub people dance.
The rhythm moves, the feet move, the shoulders move.
Follow the rhythm, move the body.
I'll tell you this story, to explain the story to you.
Do you know where the new wind comes from?
Every now and then Babylon collapses, the Holy Roman Empire collapses, without control, without control.
Rasta, Rasta people, no control, the system is jammed. Free inside, the people rasta.
Among reverberating sounds, Babylon collapses, we are the people of the Rastas.
Reggae music pushes people beyond the blue cloth. Respect for all, will falling Judas fall to the wall?
Rasta, rasta people, without control, press the sound button.
Rasta music of the people, music of the people
The Babylon machine is jamming, the system is jamming.
Queue rebels, dub queue rebels, Roots Reggae Culture in Dub Style.
Under an intense blue sky, animals and tribal faces move.
They dance in a circle, move slowly, jump high.
Change rituals begin, each one dancing under the blue sky.
I have lost my roots inside Babylon: you can see the car lose control inside Babylon.
As soon as you exit the system, they send you postcards.
Move the rhythms, phenomena from Babylon: ties and shirts.
Babylon has lit another candle, but nature has taken over.
The system is jamming, people go crazy, move fast out of the city: from north to south, faster and faster.
From time then Babylon will burst.
Original sound above a dub rhythm.
The incessant rhythm of the Dub people still plays, Roots Reggae.
Babylon collapses to the rhythm of the dub.
The system is jamming around the false world.
Social media, newspapers, TV, send news, representation of a world in the balance.
I feel the ground imploding under the old systems.
So the dub people dance.
The rhythm moves, the feet move, the shoulders move.
Follow the rhythm, move the body.
I'll tell you this story, to explain the story to you.
Do you know where the new wind comes from?
Every now and then Babylon collapses, the Holy Roman Empire collapses, without control, without control.
Rasta, Rasta people, no control, the system is jammed. Free inside, the people rasta.
Among reverberating sounds, Babylon collapses, we are the people of the Rastas.
Reggae music pushes people beyond the blue cloth. Respect for all, will falling Judas fall to the wall?
Rasta, rasta people, without control, press the sound button.
Rasta music of the people, music of the people
The Babylon machine is jamming, the system is jamming.
Queue rebels, dub queue rebels, Roots Reggae Culture in Dub Style.
Under an intense blue sky, animals and tribal faces move.
They dance in a circle, move slowly, jump high.
Change rituals begin, each one dancing under the blue sky.
I have lost my roots inside Babylon: you can see the car lose control inside Babylon.
As soon as you exit the system, they send you postcards.
Move the rhythms, phenomena from Babylon: ties and shirts.
Babylon has lit another candle, but nature has taken over.
The system is jamming, people go crazy, move fast out of the city: from north to south, faster and faster.
From time then Babylon will burst.
Original sound above a dub rhythm.
The incessant rhythm of the Dub people still plays, Roots Reggae.
Babylon collapses to the rhythm of the dub.
The system is jamming around the false world.
Social media, newspapers, TV, send news, representation of a world in the balance.
I feel the ground imploding under the old systems.
So the dub people dance.
The rhythm moves, the feet move, the shoulders move.
Follow the rhythm, move the body.
I'll tell you this story, to explain the story to you.
Do you know where the new wind comes from?
Every now and then Babylon collapses, the Holy Roman Empire collapses, without control, without control.
Rasta, Rasta people, no control, the system is jammed. Free inside, the people rasta.
Among reverberating sounds, Babylon collapses, we are the people of the Rastas.
Reggae music pushes people beyond the blue cloth. Respect for all, will falling Judas fall to the wall?
Rasta, rasta people, without control, press the sound button.
Rasta music of the people, music of the people
The Babylon machine is jamming, the system is jamming.
Queue rebels, dub queue rebels, Roots Reggae Culture in Dub Style.
Under an intense blue sky, animals and tribal faces move.
They dance in a circle, move slowly, jump high.
Change rituals begin, each one dancing under the blue sky.
I have lost my roots inside Babylon: you can see the car lose control inside Babylon.
As soon as you exit the system, they send you postcards.
Move the rhythms, phenomena from Babylon: ties and shirts.
Babylon has lit another candle, but nature has taken over.
The system is jamming, people go crazy, move fast out of the city: from north to south, faster and faster.
From time then Babylon will burst.
Original sound above a dub rhythm.
The incessant rhythm of the Dub people still plays, Roots Reggae.
Babylon collapses to the rhythm of the dub.
The system is jamming around the false world.
Social media, newspapers, TV, send news, representation of a world in the balance.
I feel the ground imploding under the old systems.
So the dub people dance.
The rhythm moves, the feet move, the shoulders move.
Follow the rhythm, move the body.
I'll tell you this story, to explain the story to you.
Do you know where the new wind comes from?
Every now and then Babylon collapses, the Holy Roman Empire collapses, without control, without control.
Rasta, Rasta people, no control, the system is jammed. Free inside, the people rasta.
Among reverberating sounds, Babylon collapses, we are the people of the Rastas.
Reggae music pushes people beyond the blue cloth. Respect for all, will falling Judas fall to the wall?
Rasta, rasta people, without control, press the sound button.
Rasta music of the people, music of the people
The Babylon machine is jamming, the system is jamming.

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Roots Reggae Culture in Dub Style, while the Babylon machine is jamming. Painting

Andrea Boscaro

Italy

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Size: 31.7 W x 18.1 H x 0.1 D in

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Queue rebels, dub queue rebels, Roots Reggae Culture in Dub Style. Under an intense blue sky, animals and tribal faces move. They dance in a circle, move slowly, jump high. Change rituals begin, each one dancing under the blue sky. I have lost my roots inside Babylon: you can see the car lose control inside Babylon. As soon as you exit the system, they send you postcards. Move the rhythms, phenomena from Babylon: ties and shirts. Babylon has lit another candle, but nature has taken over. The system is jamming, people go crazy, move fast out of the city: from north to south, faster and faster. From time then Babylon will burst. Original sound above a dub rhythm. The incessant rhythm of the Dub people still plays, Roots Reggae. Babylon collapses to the rhythm of the dub. The system is jamming around the false world. Social media, newspapers, TV, send news, representation of a world in the balance. I feel the ground imploding under the old systems. So the dub people dance. The rhythm moves, the feet move, the shoulders move. Follow the rhythm, move the body. I'll tell you this story, to explain the story to you. Do you know where the new wind comes from? Every now and then Babylon collapses, the Holy Roman Empire collapses, without control, without control. Rasta, Rasta people, no control, the system is jammed. Free inside, the people rasta. Among reverberating sounds, Babylon collapses, we are the people of the Rastas. Reggae music pushes people beyond the blue cloth. Respect for all, will falling Judas fall to the wall? Rasta, rasta people, without control, press the sound button. Rasta music of the people, music of the people The Babylon machine is jamming, the system is jamming.

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Acrylic on Canvas

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Size:

31.7 W x 18.1 H x 0.1 D in

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