Steel Pulse originalmente formado por David Hinds (voz, guitarra), Basil Gabbidon (guitara, voz) and Ronnie McQueen (bajo) en Handsworth Wood Boys School, Birmingham, UK.
Es Hinds quien, como letrista, ha estado siempre detrás de Steel Pulse, desde sus comienzos en la Birmingham club scene en adelante. Formados en 1975, su álbum debut, 'Kibudu, Mansetta And Abuku" se editó en la pequeña discográfica independiente Dip, y se unió a la situación de la "juventud negra" urbana con la imagen de una gran África como hogar.
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
BmF#mBm And when soldiers came; them say war. F#m Them said them come to make us tame, BmF#m And from that day, until now on; BmF#m We were jeered and laughed to scorn.
BmF#m Things used to be ire, (before the soldiers came), BmF#m Things used to be nice, so nice now. BmF#m Things used to be ire, (before the soldiers came), BmF#m Things used to be nice, so nice, so nice.
Chorus 1:
GA Our country them did enter, yeah, GA Troops trodding left, right and centre, (everywhere). GBm One moment at peace with nature, now victims of a massacre. G We got our spears, we got our shields, Bm But their guns were greater; prepare for a slaughter!
Interlude:
AC#m (strum C#m (x4))
Verse 2:
(n.C) Give I back I witch doctor, BmF#m Give I back I Black Ruler. BmF#m Me no want no dictator, BmF#m Me no want no tyrant on yah.
Way down in Africa, where the backra still rules, Day after day the Black Man is suffering now, Far more than when he was a slave. Is there a need for war? No. Peace my bredren; here them bawl. Bodies in mutilated condition, Faces scarred beyond recognition. Is this what Civilization means to me? Then without it, I prefer to be, so...
Verse 3:
(n.C) Give I back I witch doctor, BmF#m Give I back I Black Ruler. BmF#m Me no want no dictator, BmF#m Me no want no tyrant on yah.
BmF#mBm And when soldiers came; them say war. F#m Them said them come to make us tame, BmF#m And from that day, until now on; BmF#m We were jeered and laughed to scorn.
BmF#m Things used to be ire, (before the soldiers came), BmF#m Things used to be nice, so nice now. BmF#m Things used to be ire, (before the soldiers came), BmF#m Things used to be nice, so nice, so nice.
Chorus 1:
GA Our country them did enter, yeah, GA Troops trodding left, right and centre, (everywhere). GBm One moment at peace with nature, now victims of a massacre. G We got our spears, we got our shields, Bm But their guns were greater; prepare for a slaughter!
Interlude:
AC#m (strum C#m (x4))
Verse 2:
(n.C) Give I back I witch doctor, BmF#m Give I back I Black Ruler. BmF#m Me no want no dictator, BmF#m Me no want no tyrant on yah.
Way down in Africa, where the backra still rules, Day after day the Black Man is suffering now, Far more than when he was a slave. Is there a need for war? No. Peace my bredren; here them bawl. Bodies in mutilated condition, Faces scarred beyond recognition. Is this what Civilization means to me? Then without it, I prefer to be, so...
Verse 3:
(n.C) Give I back I witch doctor, BmF#m Give I back I Black Ruler. BmF#m Me no want no dictator, BmF#m Me no want no tyrant on yah.