Dancehall is a genre of Jamaican popular music that originated in the late 1970s. Initially dancehall was a more sparse version of reggae than the roots style, which had dominated much of the 1970s. In the mid-1980s, digital instrumentation became more prevalent, changing the sound considerably, with digital dancehall (or "ragga") becoming increasingly characterized by faster rhythms. In the mid-1990s with the rise of dancehall BoboShanti artists, such as Sizzla and Capleton, developed a very strong connection between dancehall and Rastafari.
Dancehall music has come under criticism from international organizations and individuals for its violent and sometimes homophobic lyrics, although the lyrical themes are more varied than simply dealing with slackness and violence.
Dancehall owes its moniker to the Jamaican dance halls in which popular Jamaicans recordings were played by local sound systems. These began in the late 1940s among people from the inner city of Kingston, Jamaica who were not able to participate in dances uptown. Social and political changes in late-1970s Jamaica were reflected in the shift away from the more internationally oriented roots reggae towards a style geared more towards local consumption, and in tune with the music that Jamaicans had experienced when sound systems performed live.Michael Manley's socialist People's National Party (PNP) government had been replaced with Edward Seaga's right wing Jamaica Labour Party (JLP). Themes of social injustice, repatriation and the Rastafari movement were overtaken by lyrics about dancing, violence, and sexuality.
Sean Paul Ryan Francis Henriques (born January 9, 1973), who performs under stage name Sean Paul, is a Jamaican dancehall and reggae artist.
Sean Paul was born in Kingston and spent his early years in Upper Andrew Parish, a few miles north of Kingston. His parents, Garth and Frances, were both talented athletes, and his mother is a well-known painter. His paternal grandfather was a Sephardic Jew whose family emigrated from Portugal, and his paternal grandmother was Afro-Caribbean; his mother is of English and Chinese Jamaican descent. Sean Paul was raised as a Catholic. Many members of his family are swimmers. His grandfather was on the first Jamaican men's national water polo team. His father also played water polo for the team in the 1960s, and competed in long-distance swimming, while Sean Paul's mother was a backstroke swimmer. Sean Paul played for the national water polo team from the age of thirteen to twenty-one, when he gave up the sport in order to launch his musical career. He attended the Wolmers High School for Boys, Belair School, Hillel Academy High School, and the College of Arts, Science, and Technology, now known as the University of Technology, where he was trained in commerce with a view to pursuing an occupation in hotel management.
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Sometimes I think that life is just a game.
I get the urge to jump in front of a moving train.
But like some kind of sick joke you keep me alive.
Every time I pass out you're there to revive.
But when I die, cremate me. Turn my ashes into diamonds
And turn those shining diamonds into a crystal ball.
Make it the centerpiece, glimmering and shimmering,
dancehall by K-liber
Mire muchanan ta gosa ribe dancehall
wak e pekinan ta baila ribe dancehall
Tantu swa ta keda bons ribe robadob style
Ta K-liber ta basha ribe dancehall
Bo ta bula bo ta baila bo ta bons
Ribe rob a dop style
No tin kwenti ziekenfonds
Tur hende ke men nan ta bon segura
E robadop style ta bo basila
Lensu kora, anto papa soda
E gainan di stel ku nan lip kologa
Dancehall style
Tur na Sir Benni Miles
E muchanan ta skake
Ribe robadop style
Awel e roba dop style
Ta kajente kajente
K-liber tin e style
Ku ta bati den bo mente
Pa tur e mucha flaku
Anto e fati boom boom
Tur den e race
Kla pa sake boom boom
Awel sake boom boom
Shake e boom boom
E fiesta ki taj kaba
Den e champagne room
Bons keda bons
Style di bam on the roof
K-liber style tin e style
Nosta dal # 1
Bo ta bula bo ta baila
Bo ta bons bo ta basha basila
Bo ta pasa bon bon
Ribe dancehall style ta k-liber ta basha
Asina pa bo choria e movishon awel bon
Wak e mucha bon bons
Wak e mucha caramelle
Jen di duracell anto nada ku kwerde
Tur ta sexy ke style di kolebru
E swanan ta tembla
Niun no ke jega
Di stel na muraja
Ta loer e bataja
Bin bin djodjo manera Pegasaya
For di prome ma na bo hasie ki bo ke
Awor reibe dancehall mi ta dal bo ku ne
Kusjah Manon
She's a gypsy queen, real tall and mean
She's an airplane, no one's ever seen
She's a firecracker, real dancehall master
She's a hurricane when you walk past her
She's the morning sun in the midnight wind
She'd sell her soul for all her sins
She'll come right at you, real Cleopatra
You take all you got, and you give it to her
Did you see that lightning in the sky
A window to my mind
It leaves me hypnotized
Somewhere better
Did you feel that thunder hit last night
A poison in my mind
It leaves me hypnotized
Somewhere better
Verse 2:
She's a striptease, real hard to please
She'll cheer you up, bring you to your knees
She's a movie star, fast sports car
She's a razor blade, she'll take you far
She's the ocean's cool, and your midnight ride
She's a devil's church, and a preacher's wife
She'll come right at you, real Cleopatra
You take all you got, and you give it to her
Did you see that lightning in the sky
A window to my mind
It leaves me hypnotized
Somewhere better
Did you feel that thunder hit last night
A poison in my mind
It leaves me hypnotized
Somewhere better
I don't care for dancing
but thanks for asking
Did you see that lightning in the sky
A window to my mind
It leaves me hypnotized
Somewhere better
Did you feel that thunder hit last night
A poison in my mind
It leaves me hypnotized
You could lose your mind
Easier than you would like to think
Your best friend could up and leave you
Playing tricks and cold deceive you
Standing there people stare
Let down by your own mind
Day of appreciation
For ways your mind has not yet let you down
The truth is that we will all go
Maybe five minutes after the show
You know you are a shooting star
A blazing flash then gone
(Chorus x2) Are we advancing or a collapsing
Visionary
Are we really here
Are we imaginary
As my thoughts separates
Into the many frayed parts
Torn shattered bits
My mind falling apart
What if there was such a thing
What if there’s such a thing called
dependence day
There’s no self congratulation
Just a day of appreciation
Quietly humbly
For things that have not gone wrong
Imagine the frustration
Of losing bearing of the simplest thing
So come with your best and do your worst
before
You can’t remember what you came for
(Chorus)
Blazing out the mains
Hungry flames consume all that I see
(Chorus x2