Back in Time

On a Clear Day You Can See Forever

King Tubby's Shank I Sheck

Don't Know Why

Message In De Music

Pick Up the Pace

Sugar Minott Meets Frankie Paul

Girl Is Mine

Jigsy King- Gi Mi Di Weed- Hip Hop Meets Dancehall

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The industry

This is the soundtrack to the eternal waiting room of life — that strange space where you’re convinced something big might happen… but it absolutely doesn’t. Ever.

Coffee burns, lunch is a sad can of fish, the neon buzzes louder than your ambitions, and still the universe whispers:
“Did it happen yet?”
No.

A dub track for the dreamers, the procrastinators, and everyone stuck refreshing the cosmic loading screen. Heavy bass for heavy waiting, echo for the echo chamber of your thoughts, and a groove that says: nothing happened today, but at least it sounded good.

Play it loud while:

staring at the wall wondering if destiny lost your address,

waiting for the bus that never comes,

or telling yourself tomorrow is totally the day… probably… maybe… okay, no.

Lyrics:

Wake up, get up, get dressed, start the day,
The mirror’s quiet, has nothing to say.
Coffee burns, the street still asleep,
Dreams are promises I can’t keep.

Did it happen yet?
No.

Jump in the car, headlights on black,
Radio hums, I don’t look back.
City yawns, I punch the clock,
First one in — the silence talks.

Did it happen yet?
No.

Did it happen yet? — No!
Every day the same old show.
Did it happen yet? — No!
But I still can’t let it go. 

Soon it’s lunch, the shelves half bare,
Cheap can of fish, the taste of despair.
Lunch is over, can is done,
Emptiness shines in the neon sun.

Did it happen yet?
No.

Afternoon grinds me into dust,
Tired eyes, a mind I can’t trust.
Think again, maybe, but —
Hope is a door that won’t unlock.

Did it happen yet?
No.

Did it happen yet? — No!
Every day the same old show.
Did it happen yet? — No!
But I still can’t let it go. 

At home after dinner, thought sneaks in,
Could it start now, could something begin?
But nothing moves, the silence stays,
Life’s not a fairy tale anyway.

Time for bed, I close my eyes,
Tomorrow repeats under greyer skies.
Sure it won’t happen, still I confess,
There’s always that 0.01%...

Did it happen yet?
No.

Puppet On A String

John Holt