WALK JAMAICAN, TALK JAMAICAN TOO, WALK JAMAICAN,
JAMAICAN THROUGH & THROUGH,
WALK JAMAICAN, TALK JAMAICAN TOO, WALK
JAMAICAN, I’M
JAMAICAN TOO,
WALK JAMAICAN, TALK JAMAICAN TOO, WALK JAMAICAN,
JAMAICAN THROUGH & THROUGH,
WALK JAMAICAN, TALK JAMAICAN TOO, WALK JAMAICAN, BECAUSE
TONIGHT,
YES WE‘RE JAMAICAN TOO!
I wrote the music for "Walk Jamaican" shortly after arriving
home
from a splendid holiday in Montego Bay in 1999.
I heard the chorus in my head at that time also but never worked out
the verses.
We recorded the final version winter 2005
and it was then that the lyrics were completed.
It had started out being a song about the Island itself
but somehow it seems to have morphed into a woman.
(Psychoanylists would have some fun with this I'm sure.)
The
basic musical concept is to combine
the Reggae rhythm with the Dancehall rhythm.
This can be heard clearly in the choruses and the outro
where guitars are panned hard right and left
playing these distinctly different parts.
Again this is a bit of storytelling, there is no answer to eternal
mysteries here.
Just a bit of fun.
I love Jamaica.
I say, I say, I say! My wife's gone to the West Indies!
Jamaica?
No. She was quite happy to go!
Why couldn't the sailors play cards?
Because the captain was standing on the deck!
A Jamaican man is stranded on a desert island and finds a genie in a
bottle while
gathering coconuts.
"You have three wishes", the genie says.
The Jamaican thinks for a little while, and then he says: "i would like
to have a bottle of the finest Rum in the world, and that no matter how
much I drink from it, it will never empty". Immediately after finishing his sentence, a bottle of great Rum falls
into the Jamaican's hand.
He starts drinking it, taking one big gulp after another.
But then, after finishing drinking, he finds that the bottle is still
completely full. "Well, what are your next two wishes?", asks the genie. "I would like two more bottles just like that one!", answers
the Jamaican.
Q. What lies at the bottom of the ocean and twitches?
A. A nervous wreck.
A man dies and goes to hell.
He discovers that there are different hells for each country.
First he goes to the German Hell and asks what they do there.
" First, they put you in an electric chair for an hour.
Then they lay you on a bed of nails for an hour.
Then the German Devil comes in and whips you for the rest of the day."
He doesn’t like this so he moves on. He goes to the U.S. hell, the
Canadian Hell,
and the U.K. Hell, and discovers that they are all the same.
Finally, he comes across a very long line of people waiting to get in
and asks, " Which Hell is this?" Someone tells him, "Oh, This is the
Jamaican Hell"
"What do they do in here?" He asks. "Well, first they put you in an electric chair for an hour,
then they lay you on a bed of nails for an hour,
then the Jamaican Devil comes in and whips you for the rest of the day!"
"But that is just like all the other Hells,"
The man said," Why is the line so long?"
"Because in Jamaican Hell, the electricity is always off,
the electric chair is broken, someone stole all the nails,
and the Jamaican Devil is a public servant, so he comes in,
punches his time card then goes to the Rum Bar and plays dominoes all
day!"