Music
Yell Fire
Time to Go Home
Those who start wars never fight them
And those who fight wars never like them
Those who write laws can recite them
And those of us who just fight laws we live and die them
But I know
They never gonna tell you why no
They only wanna tell you lies no
Never ever gonna tell you why no
It’s time - it's time to go home
Don’t take our boys away, no
Don’t take our girls away, no
Those who build walls are pretending
That forever they can defend them
And those who dance dreams
Can build fountains
And those of us who just let them run free
We can move mountains
How many people were they runnin' from and
How many people never saw it comin’?
How many people never heard the warning?
How many people should have stayed at home and
How many people never heard the call and
How many people never saw at all?
How many people did they spend it on and
How many people got to sing this song?
How many people never heard the cry and
How many people gotten pushed aside
How many people never saw the dove fly?
How many people never said goodbye
How many people never saw the fall and
How many people till we end it all and
How many people never saw the wrong and
How many people did they drop the bomb on?
Yell Fire!
A revolution never comes with a warning
A revolution never send you an omen
Revolution just arise like the morning
Ring the alarm we come to wake up the snorin’
They tellin’ people never worry about the future
They tellin people never worry ‘bout the torture
They tellin people that you’ll never see the horror
Three piece suits and bank accounts in Bahamas
Wall Street crime will never send you to the slammer
Tell the children in the arms of the mamas
The F-15 is a homicide bomber
TV commercial for a pop-a-pill culture
Drug companies circle in like a vulture
Amer-aqui babies with a G.I. Joe father
Ten years from now is anybody gonna bother!!!
Yell Fire!!! Yo-ee, yo-yo, yo!
Everyone addicted to the same nicotine
Everyone addicted to the same gasoline
Everyone addicted to a Technicolor screen
Everybody tryin-a get their hands on the same green
From the banks of the river to the banks of the greedy
All of the money taken back by the needy
We come from the country and we come from the city
Play us on a record you can play us on a cd
All the chit you given us is fertilizer
The seed we planted you can never brutalize her
Tell the corporation they can never globalize it
Like Peter Tosh said, “legalize it!”
Girls and boys her the bass and treble
Rumblin’ the speakers and it makes you wanna rebel
Throw your hands up take it to another level
And you never ever, ever make a deal with the devil!!!
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A revolution never comes with a warning
A revolution never send you an omen
Revolution just arise like the morning
Ring the alarm we come to wake up the snorin’
They tellin’ people never worry about the future
They tellin people never worry ‘bout the torture
They tellin people that you’ll never see the horror
Three piece suits and bank accounts in Bahamas
Wall Street crime will never send you to the slammer
Tell the children in the arms of the mamas
The F-15 is a homicide bomber
TV commercial for a pop-a-pill culture
Drug companies circle in like a vulture
Amer-aqui babies with a G.I. Joe father
Ten years from now is anybody gonna bother!!!
Yell Fire!!! Yo-ee, yo-yo, yo!
Everyone addicted to the same nicotine
Everyone addicted to the same gasoline
Everyone addicted to a Technicolor screen
Everybody tryin-a get their hands on the same green
From the banks of the river to the banks of the greedy
All of the money taken back by the needy
We come from the country and we come from the city
Play us on a record you can play us on a cd
All the chit you given us is fertilizer
The seed we planted you can never brutalize her
Tell the corporation they can never globalize it
Like Peter Tosh said, “legalize it!”
Girls and boys her the bass and treble
Rumblin’ the speakers and it makes you wanna rebel
Throw your hands up take it to another level
And you never ever, ever make a deal with the devil!!!
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Yell Fire!
A revolution never comes with a warning
A revolution never send you an omen
Revolution just arise like the morning
Ring the alarm we come to wake up the snorin’
They tellin’ people never worry about the future
They tellin people never worry ‘bout the torture
They tellin people that you’ll never see the horror
Three piece suits and bank accounts in Bahamas
Wall Street crime will never send you to the slammer
Tell the children in the arms of the mamas
The F-15 is a homicide bomber
TV commercial for a pop-a-pill culture
Drug companies circle in like a vulture
Amer-aqui babies with a G.I. Joe father
Ten years from now is anybody gonna bother!!!
Yell Fire!!! Yo-ee, yo-yo, yo!
Everyone addicted to the same nicotine
Everyone addicted to the same gasoline
Everyone addicted to a Technicolor screen
Everybody tryin-a get their hands on the same green
From the banks of the river to the banks of the greedy
All of the money taken back by the needy
We come from the country and we come from the city
Play us on a record you can play us on a cd
All the chit you given us is fertilizer
The seed we planted you can never brutalize her
Tell the corporation they can never globalize it
Like Peter Tosh said, “legalize it!”
Girls and boys her the bass and treble
Rumblin’ the speakers and it makes you wanna rebel
Throw your hands up take it to another level
And you never ever, ever make a deal with the devil!!!
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I Know I’m Not Alone
What ever happened to the sun?
It used to always come
Back when we were young we’d sing
And party all night long
But seasons don’t ever come on time no more
War paints over the years
And anger fills our tears
What happened to the sun?
But I know, I know, I know, I’m not alone
And I know, I know, I know I’m not alone
Every time I read the news
I’m always more confused
They’re tellin’ me to choose
But there’s only lies to choose from
How many died today
How many lost their home or shot a gun
Or a loved one
What happened to our sons?
But I know, I know, I know, I’m not alone
And I know, I know, I know I’m not alone
Walk to the front
Open the gate
You’ll see a road there
East to the West
One to creation
One to the sun
One to the morning and
One to the one
One to the air and the freshness we breathe and
One to the force of the change of the seasons
One to the mother from which all things come and
One to the daughters and one to the sons
One to the father who helps us believe that
Nothing’s ever gonna harm you see and
One to the soldier who walk city streets and
One to the soldier who fights over seas and
One to the man who gets down on his knees and
Prays for guidance and protection please and
To the east to the west
To the north and south
To the east to the west
One love people never gonna stop
One to the woman, one to the man
One to the culture from the time when it began
One to destruction one to birth
One to the people who the people who still fight for the earth
One to the people who suffer for their needs and
One to the rebels who love rockin’ to the beats and
One to the healer who fights a disease and
One to the Lorax who speaks for the trees
Cause no amount of money and no amount of man
Can bring to life what’s gone when it’s done and
One to the people who rise with the sun and
One to the people who sleep when it’s gone ‘cause
To the east to the west
To the north and south
To the east to the west
One love people never gonna stop
This whole thing seems upside down
But the whole wide world keeps turnin’ around
Life is too short to make just one decision
Music’s too large for just one station
Love is too big for just one nation and
God is too big for just one religion
One to the practice of being in the flow and
One to the tears of the things we let go and
One to the moment we live in right now and
One to the east west north and south
To the east to the west
To the north and south
To the east to the west
One love people never gonna stop
This whole thing seems upside down
But the whole wide world keeps turnin’ around
Sweet Little Lies
You tell me lies, lies, lies - sweet little lies
When I cannot bear the truth
You tell me lies, lies, lies - sweet little lies
Help me make them all come true
Tell me that the rain wont' fall today
Tell me that the tax man lost his way
Tell me that the hurtin' ain't gonna hurt no more
Tell me that somebody stopped the war
You tell me lies, lies, lies - sweet little lies
When I cannot bear the truth
You tell me lies, lies, lies - sweet little lies
Help me make them all come true
Tell me that the whole world's wonderful
Tell me that the bank account's too full
Tell me that we all got plenty of time, time, time
Tell me that I ain't gonna lose my mind
You tell me lies, lies, lies - sweet little lies
When I cannot bear the truth
You tell me lies, lies, lies - sweet little lies
Help me make them all come true
And you know I’m just a man
With my heart in my hand
You tell me things at home
When ghosts wont' leave me alone
Even when I got no plans
Or I’m on the run from the man
You just hold on to me
You just hold on to me
Every time I need a prayer
Every time I need to share
Every time I needed someone to hold on to
You tell me lies, lies, lies - sweet little lies
When I cannot bear the truth
You tell me lies, lies, lies - sweet little lies
Help me make them all come true
Help me make them all come true
Hello Bonjour
I don’t need a passport to walk on this earth
Anywhere I go ‘cause I was made of this earth
I’m born of this earth, I breathe of this earth
And even with the pain I believe in this earth
So I wake up every mornin’ and I’m steppin’ on the floor
I wake up every mornin’ and I’m walkin’ out the door
Got faith in the sky, faith in the one
Faith in the people rockin’ underneath the sun
Cause every bit a land is a-holy land and
Every drop a -water is a holy water and-a
Every single child is a son or a daughter
Of the one earth mama and the one earth papa
So don’t tell a man that he can’t come here
Cause he got brown eyes and a wavy kinda hair and
Don’t tell a woman that she can’t go there because she prays a little
Different to a God up there
You say you’re a Christian cause God made you
And you say you’re a Muslim cause God made you
You say you’re a Hindu and the next man a Jew
Then we all kill each other cause God told us to? No
So hello, hello
Bonjour, bonjour
Hola, hola
Konichiwa, konichiwa
Follow me follow me follow me
Let me take let me take you to the dancehall now to come a rock this rhythm
Follow me follow me follow me
Let me take let me take you to the dancehall now to come a skankin’
Follow me follow me follow me follow me
Let me take let me take you to the dancehall now to come a rock this rhythm
Follow me follow me follow me
Let me take let me take you to the dancehall in a spearhead stylee
Now hear this!!!
So you dance to the rhythm
Bounce to the rhythm
Shake to the rhythm and you roll to the rhythm
Sweat to the rhythm, get wet to the rhythm
Make love to the rhythm, clean up to the rhythm
When you movin’...you come alive
And when ya groovin’... in rhythm we survive
So don’t panic don’t panic
No drum machine this is all organic
Just sly and Robbie on the drums and the bass
Stickie on percussion and we mashin’ up the place
Givin’ you a beat you can rock and roll to
Givin’ you a sound you can shake your soul to
Hip hoppas
Punk rockas
Roots rockas even Woodstockas
Don’t need a passport
Just send a postcard
Send me a message let me know how you are
Whether you are walkin’ or drivin’ in your car
Throw your hands high and tell me who you are
So hello, hello
Bonjour, bonjour
Hola, hola
Konichiwa, konichiwa
Bubble from Nigeria to Botswana
Bubble Botswana to Ethiopia
Bubble Ethiopia to Zimbabwe now
Bubble Zimbabwe to Mexicana
Bubble Mexico to Braziliana
Bubble Brazilia to Americana
Bubble from America to Japan
Bubble from Japan to China
Bubble from a China to Pakistana
Bubble from a Pakistan to Australia
Bubble from Australia to Palestina
Bubble from a Palestine to Israel
Bubble Israel, Booyaka, Jamaica
Bubble to Italia, Espana, Britannia, bubble, bubble dance to the sound
One Step Closer To You
I’ve been down
For far too long
Till my faith was nearly gone
I never knew somebody just like you
Could be a friend I could call my own
Till I
Let go of a broken heart
I let go to an open heart
I let go of my broken dreams
I let go to the mystery
And I believe in the miracle
I believe in the spiritual
I believe in the one above
I believe in the one I love
(Chorus)
And take one step closer to you
I just take one step closer to you
Even when I’ve fallen down
My heart says follow through
I take one step closer to you
I never meant to hurt you no
And you never meant hurt me too
But it seems that we always do
And even though I’m scared sometimes
If ever see ya fallin’ down
I’ll be the one that’s there for you, so I
I’m walkin’
I keep on walking to you
And I’m never gonna stop now
Hey Now Now
Don’t tell the DJ got to turn it low
We keep on rockin’ till the early morn I say hey now, now
Don’t tell the people that they got to go
I wanna keep em till the early morn I say hey now, now
You been a soldier girl
And I would do anything for you
It’s true it’s true
I wanna be there in the early morn
I’m gonna light up the night for you
(Chorus)
Run come, come comina join this party
The riddim of the music make me feelin’ irie
Hey now it doesn’t matter where you comin’ from a
Dancin’ to the riddim of the feelin’ of the drummer
Choose to do the things that make the people come together
Use the money maker that was given from your mama
Hey now select-a wanna hear the rub a dubba
Run come, come till the sun shine on
Be who you are nothing more nothing less
And let the beauty that you love be the very best
Sing praises to the highest with your feet on the ground
And reach to your brother with the words that you sound
Don’t let mistakes be so monumental
And don’t let your love be so confidential
Don’t let your mind be so darn judgmental
And please let your heart be more influential
Be thankful for all that the spirit provides
Be thankful for all that you see without eyes
Give thanks for the music that keeps us alive
And give thanks to all DJ’s worldwide
(Chorus)
The music and the harmony
The family and friends
It’s seems like when your dancin man
The feeling never ends
The bass of the bass
The voice of the drums the bubble of the keys
My weapon is my tongue
If there’s love in the rhythm
Then the souls is gonna follow
We turnin’ up the system it'll go until tomorrow
If you need some money i got some that you can borrow
We dance until the sun come up and cast shadows
Right now the tune reflects
Lights out we soon connect
We ride on lows and highs
So hot that we sweat
So happy we cry
Wish bygones goodbye
Thank God we's alive
With time on our side
And this rhyme I provide
We smile while we slide do i say goodbye?
Nah, we keep it rockin' like the sound of a lion
And if policemen come
And try to break up the party tonight
Then I would stand firm with you
And we brace ourselves for the fight
All night, alright
Everybody Ona Move
Everybody Ona Move la la lah
Everybody lets Move la la lah
Everybody Ona Move la la lah
Everybody lets Move la la lah
Music is like phenomenon
Ya never know where it’s comin’ from
Never know when the next big sound gonna come
Baghdad Hong Kong
Tokyo King-Kong
Senegal sing song
Heart beat car bomb
Don’t matter who’s on the chart number one
Spearhead sound for the people everyone
Thunder comes from the bass and the drums
Rain or shine never stop anyone
I like my bass loudy, loudy, louder
I like my bass loudy, loudy, louder
Touchin’ down on Mother Earth
I take mud and turn it into pottery
Lottery- I give all a chance
As I welcome all to the dance, angel, criminal
Animal, mineral, and spiritual, all sinners, all head spinners
So called experts
We’re all beginners; enter, the age of Aquarians
Carnivores and vegetarians
It’s the next sound wave
Tsunami I ask you to behave
El Presidente you behave
Once more stop sending us to the grave
Vamanos, vamanos
All walls will fall like dominoes
Earth-quakin’ and shakin’
Please don’t stop, rock
All walls will fall
All walls will fall
I never quit I never give up
I’d hate to have me as my enemy
But music is not competition
Music is not just repetition
Music is love
Love for the masses
Love for all classes
Love conquers all
Love respects all
Love accepts all
Love dares to dream
A love supreme
A love supreme
A love supreme
Soldier of fortune
Open your cookie
Unfold the paper
Stop lookie-lookie, take an order
Then march to the kitchen
Food for the masses
That’s the new mission
Salaam Shalom, Shalom Salaam
The one sound louder than a bomb
The whole world sings this song
Check it stop rock
I like my bass loudy, loudy, louder
This track is love amplified
This track is love fortified
This track combats genocide
7 inch Jamaican 45
Take a trip Gaza strip
Addis Ababa flip
IRAQ black scorpions
And a shout out to Ethiopians
Shot rings out everybody gonna run
One woman cry for the loss of a son
Hold it high everybody everyone
All roads lead to the love of the one
Don’t you forget why you came to the dance
Might never ever be another better chance
Don’t you forget why you came to the dance
Sly and Robbie are the kings of the dance
Music is like phenomenon
See You In The Light
I’ve been traveling down this river
So many rocks pop up in my sight
I’ve got to make some quick decisions
Should I go left or should I go right
I pray for guidance and protection
It keeps my boat water tight
And I know if I just keep on believin'
Every little things all gonna be alright
But when I wake up in the morning
I hope I see you in the light
When I wake up in the morning
I hope I see you in the light
Loveliness and tenderness
Happiness and openness
And togetherness and loveliness, yeah, yeah
Vampires gather round me
Angle in to take a bite
They wanna drink my blood of courage
And try to take away my fight
But no, no, no they can’t do that
For one truth I learned in life
You want to scare away the vampires
You simply guide them into the light
But when I wake up in the morning
I hope I see you in the light
When I wake up in the morning
I hope I see you in the light
In the morn in the morning
In the morn in the morning
And when my time is done
I did some right I did some wrong
Call my name to kingdom come
Spread my wings in flight
I hope that when my day is over
My love I’ll see you in the light
But when I wake up in the morning
I hope I see you in the light
When I wake up in the morning
I hope I see you in the light
In the morn in the morning
In the morn in the morning
Loveliness and tenderness
And happiness and openness
And togetherness and hopefulness, and happiness yeah
Light Up Ya Lighter
It never makes no sense
It never makes no sense
Fire, fire, fire light up ya lighter
Armageddon is a deadly day
Armageddon is a deadly way
They comin’ for you everyday
While senators on a holiday
The army recruiter’s in the parking lot
Hustling the kids there jugglin’ pot
Listen young man listen to my plan
Gonna make you money gonna make you a man
Bomb-bomb--here’s what you get
An M-16 and a Kevlar vest
You might go home with one less leg
But this thing’ll surely keep a bullet out your chest
So come on, come on
Sign up come on
This ones nothing like Vietnam
Except for the bullets except for the bombs
Except for the youth that’s gone
(Chorus)
So we keep it on
Till ya comin home, higher and higher
Fire, fire, fire light up ya lighter, fire, fire, fire
So we keep it on
Till ya comin home, higher and higher
Fire, fire, fire light up ya lighter, fire, fire, fire
Tell me president tell if you will
How many people does a smart bomb kill?
How many of ‘em do you think we got
The general says we never miss a shot
And we never, ever, ever keep a body count
We killin’ so efficiently we can’t keep count
In the Afghan hills the rebels still fightin’
Opium fields keep on providin’
The best heroin that money can buy and
Nobody knows where Osama Bin hidin'
The press conferences keep on lyin'
Like we don't know
Engine, engine number nine
Machine guns on a New York transit line
The war on the terror is a war on peace
Tellin' you they're gonna protect you
Tellin' you that they support the troops
Don’t let them tempt you with their milk and honey
They only want your money
One step forward and one step back
Why do veterans get no respect?
No excuses, no illusions
What I’ve Seen
If I told you what I’d seen
Would you believe me?
Or leave me alone
If I told you what I feel would you believe me?
Or leave alone
Razor wire on the street every corner
Ninety degrees at six in the morning
Boilin’ water for the for the tea of a nation
Plantin’ seeds for the next generation
Run like mad just to make a connection
Pack whatcha need for your own protection
Dancin’ to the rhythm of the wheels on the street
Long, long strides on the hot concrete
Hello, hello
Does anybody need a place to go
To call your own
Numbers gone and the numbers come
Try your best makin’ two outta one
Work all day in the mid day sun
Break your back till the night time comes
Sing for your bread and sing for your water
Sing for your sons and sing for your daughters
Sing for your pops and sing for your mamas
Sing for your breakfast pray for ya supper
Hello, hello
Does anybody need a place to go
To call your own
Sometimes it may seem The world has just abandoned you
And there’s no future you can see
Sometimes it may seem
There’s no point in going on
It’s already decided but keep holdin’ on keep holdin’
Tolerance
A child is born
And a mama's torn
About the life that it is bound to live
A sun and moon
And a modest home
Is all they askin’ the lord to give
Politics and big events
Never seem to notice the little guy
So make a plan
Or simply hold a hand
But don’t ever be a passerby
Tolerance
Or violence
And the whole world goes to war
Is one enough
Or is one too many
Before we say...no more
Could you ever love a pot a-gold?
Could you ever love another lonely soul?
Could you ever find love that was oceans wide?
Could you ever find love in another stranger’s eyes?
Or give a little
Tolerance
Oh tolerance
We need you more and more
Lend a hand
Or hold a friend
That’s in need of a life support...
Draw a picture
Share a whisper Anyway you can rise above
And when the end is near
Who is gonna volunteer
To be the last one die for love
Is Love Enough? (Feat. Gentleman)
We want freedom of speech
But we all talkin' at the same time
We say we want peace
But nobody wants to change their own mind
So it goes on and on and on and on and on
For a thousand years
And it goes on and on and on and on and on What language are your tears
Everybody wants to live the life of kings and queens
But nobody wants to stay and plow the fields
Everybody wants to tell their neighbors how to live
But nobody wants to listen to how they feel
But what I got to say right now
Is your love enough, yeah
Or can you love some more
What language do you laugh in?
What language do you cry in?
What language do you dance in, make romance in
What language do you make love in?
Or pray to the above in?
What language are your fears?
What language are your tears?
In 2004 Michael Franti decided to ‘walk his talk’ and traveled to the war zones of Iraq, Israel and the Occupied Palestinian Territories. This wasn’t a USO green zone sponsored visit – Franti and his team organized a trip that would take him to the core of the red-zoned, war torn neighborhoods of Baghdad, the West Bank and Gaza Strip with his guitar, video cameras and the intent to experience first hand the human cost of war. Out of this journey, Franti has created a compelling documentary film titled I Know I’m Not Alone and a searing, reflective new album of original songs titled Yell Fire! recorded in Kingston, Jamaica and Franti’s hometown of San Francisco, California.
Ironically, Franti’s journey to the war-ravaged Middle East inspired his most uplifting set of songs to date. He explains, “The thing that I found when I was in war zones was that nobody wants to hear songs about war. They want to hear songs about connection to people, and songs about love and life, songs that make them dance.” It was legendary Island Records founder and Franti cohort, Chris Blackwell, who suggested that Kingston, Jamaica would provide the perfect backdrop for translating these impulses to tape.
The Kingston sessions brought in the godfathers of riddem Sly and Robbie on live drums and bass, percussionist Sticky Thompson along with Spearhead bassist Carl Young and guitarist Dave Shul. The tracks were recorded at Anchor Studios with Mario Caldato Jr and Robert Carranza (Beastie Boys, Jack Johnson) engineering. Franti continued to write and record upon his return home to San Francisco before handing mixing duties over to Brian Malouf (Eric B, Ziggy Marley, Pearl Jam).
Franti has always spoken his mind through his music: from his early punk rock band Beatnigs, to the industrial-noise of Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy, to the thinking-man’s hip-hop of Spearhead. “In the past, we’ve touched on a lot of genres of music,” Franti says, “but this is an album where all those things have been rolled into one. I feel this is our best record yet.” Songs like ‘Yell Fire!’ and ‘Time To Go Home’ are calls to action: in the streets, at home, and in our own hearts. Other songs such as “I Know I’m Not Alone,” an uplifting blast of hope, “One Step Closer To You” featuring a soulful backing vocal by Pink, and the beautiful “Is Love Enough?’ featuring reggae star Gentleman, tap into the album’s compassionate side.
While seeing Yell Fire! to completion back in San Francisco, Franti began editing the hundreds of hours of footage from his travels in the Middle East. What emerged was an intimate telling of how war affects the individual: the cab driver, the soldier, the aspiring young musician. It was during this process that the film and album became inextricably linked. Franti recalls “my editing studio for the movie was upstairs and my recording studio was downstairs, so I would constantly alternate from one project to another. The process was like a catharsis for me, moving through this journey I had made.”
In addition to his groundbreaking recordings and globally acclaimed live concerts, Franti is a renowned speaker for social justice and human rights. He has lectured at many of this country’s top universities, including Yale, Georgetown and Stanford, and shared the stage< with the likes of Mohammad Ali, Bill Clinton, Michael Moore, Ralph Nader, and Gloria Steinem. In 2005, Franti became the first recording artist since Johnny Cash to perform at the maximum security, level 4 section of Folsom State Prison.
