JANGBALAJUGBU

Beautiful Nubia and the Roots Renaissance Band - “Jangbalajugbu”
All songs written by Olusegun Akinlolu. © & ℗ 2002 Olusegun Akinlolu/EniObanke. SOCAN/ASCAP

How Do You Do? (Owuro L’ojo)

Ojumo ti mo, ara mi e gbe’ra n’ile, ise ti ya
Ojumo ti mo, ore mi e gbon’ra jigi ka tun’ra mu
Oni’se owo, alakowe, gbogbo eni to nwa’se, omo’lewe o
Owuro l’ojo, eni ma r’ire o, eni ma r’ire o
Won a se’ba owuro o
Good morning, I greet you, how do you do?
Good morning, I greet you, we’ve got some work to do
Good morning, I greet you, how was your night?
Good morning, I greet you, it will be a beautiful day
If you do your work with honesty and pride
You will find your dreams coming true very soon
If we could be patient and live within the law
There would be much progress
Everyone would be happy…

Jangbalajugbu
Who made the earth shed tears of sorrow
Who makes the children cry so much
Who’s gonna bring back the smiles on their faces
Who’s gonna make us laugh?
E ba ngbon’do yi gbe
Jangbala jugbu jugbu jugbu jangbala
Ojo t’o ro l’ana yen, gbogbo ile l’omi ro si
Gbogbo aso lo tutu
Baale ile ti sun lo fonfon o
Gbogbo omode l’omi ti ko lo o…
What joy to see the children when they are playing
What joy to see the children running around the place
Omo l’aso, omo n’ide ye o, omo l’aworan ere
Oh, once again to be like a child!
B’e de’le l’oni e ma gbagbe oro t’a wi
B’e nb’omode s’oro e fi’fe bawon wi o
Eni to wa ni ‘koro dakun jade wa
Ko ma s’ohun t’o da bi ife alasepo…
E ma wehin o (x4)
Idi ore mi l’emi o fi si - idi ore mi jalanjolo…
Awa ma s’orire o, ayo, a sorire ayo
Eni t’o bi’mo tuntun ayo ni o
Eni t’o ra ‘moto’ yi o, eni t’o ko’le yi o,
Eni t’o nse’gbeyawo o, eni t’o ns’ojo’bi o…

Keep ’Em Moving
There was a time we played the rock and roll
Then came the season of the ballroom waltz
Oh, yeah we’ve heard all the pop, jazz, blues, yeah
And my brothers did the roots rock reggae
But these are times when the people want something new
Something cool, something smooth
Something just to keep them moving - wa jo o!
We’ve had our share of miserable days
Fighting the scourge of oppressors and thieves
We like to think we are a new generation
Filled up with love and determined to live
Yes these are times when the people want something new
Something cool, something smooth
Something just to keep them moving…
Who go fit stop the party when we wanna dance
Who go fit stop the music? - No one, no one!
Who go fit stop the children when they wanna play
Who go fit stop the people?

What Can Man Do?
What can man do when Jah-jah’s your guide?
What can man do when you’ve seen the light?
What can hate do when love’s in your heart?
You’ll be standing tall, you’ll be clean and proud
Tomorrow’s in your eyes, you will never fail
What can man do when Jah-jah says no?
What can man do when his time is up?
You know today’s kings are tomorrow’s bones
So look up history,
The wicked must fall, their children will play
The oppressed will always laugh last y’know…
It’s just a season it will pass away
Darkness will give way to light one day
You know it’s easy but they cannot see
How we can all live in peace as one…

Pass De Kalabash
Work is done, it’s time to have some fun
People come together sing a song of joy
Pass de kalabash o, make we drink some palm-wine
Pass am o (x 2), drink am o (x2), share am o (x2)
Don’t you forget - in Africa, people always share
We love our neighbours all, we don’t discriminate
Pass de kalabash o, make we drink some palm-wine
B’o wun mi (x2) mo de le f’emu we
B’o wun mi mo de le fi s’aso
B’o wun mi mo ma le fi s’aya…

Tropical Spice
I’ve come all the way from Africa
To put some tropical spice in your lives
I’ll do anything to make you dance,
Wake up good people, wave your hands
Wave them high up in the air, oh lord…
If you bring a plate of kola nuts
We will pour the palm-wine in the grove
The colours of the rainbow in your eyes
Wake up good people, wave your hands…
Wake up good people, wave your hands
Do the work we’ve got to do -
Jump and prance, roll around, wiggle what we’ve got, o yeah!
Say, how’re you feeling at the back?
How’re you feeling right in front?
How’re you feeling on the sides?
How’re you feeling everywhere?
Now if you feel like grooving, come, get on over here
Cos here we’ve got the music to treat your body right
We gonna get you moving, so leave your fears behind
Forget your pains and worries, we’ve got love over here,
Got is over here, feel it in the groove!
Do you feel like grooving…?

What A Feeling!
Ara e ba mi gb’oro kan o
Oro yi nka mi l’aya mo wi o
Omo kan mbe ti mo feran
Bi ngo se ba a s’oro ko ye mi rara o
Nko ri iru ife eyi ri o, ngo ri iru erin eyi ri o
Omo to n’iwa t’o si l’ewa o,
Mo fe mo ‘le re o, ki nma ba e lo
Jowo mo fe m’awon obi re o, baby mi ye
Jowo mo fe m’awon ore re o
Omo on’iwa tutu yi o, mo fe mo ‘le re o, ki nma ba e lo
Baby je nma ba e lo, honey ki nma ba e lo
Ololufe je nma ba e lo
Oh, what a feeling, burning me all up
I can’t help myself – Baby, I wanna love you
I wanna be with you both night and day
Share my life with you - Baby, I wanna love you
Oh, what a feeling, locking up my lips
I can’t express myself - Baby, I wanna love you
I wanna live with you, grow old in your arms,
Have babies with you…
Ngo ma ba e lo ni o-ah o-ah, ngo ma ba e lo…

The Small People’s Anthem
Oro aye soro o, oro aye soro, oro aye soro
Oro aye ma le o, oro aye male ko ma ye wa o
Oro aye gb’ege o, oro aye gb’ege, oro aye gb’ege
Oro aye soro o, oro aye soro ko ma ye wa o
Awon kan le je, awon kan o ri, awon kan nwo’so asiko
Awon kan nsun s’abe ‘gada’, awon kan nto ‘le jo bi isu
Awon kan nj’oba, awon kan ns’eru,
Awon kan nse bi Olodumare
Omode oojo ns’alaisi, awon kan s’aye d’awa-ma-lo
Awon kan ns’odun, awon kan nsun’kun,
Awon kan nwo’ju Olodumare
Eniyan rere won ’i pe lo, eni buruku won npe ni’le o
Some people can’t find a way
Some people live by the day,
Some people have all the fun
When will it be our turn?
Few people take all the wealth
Poor bear all the pain
Small people look to the skies
When will it be our turn?
Aye bi e ba d’agbon, e ma ta mi
Aye bi e ba d’odo, e ma gbe mi lo o…

Seven Lifes
In my journey through the world, over land and over sea
I see different cultures and different people's ways
I was born where the sun never sets and never rises
I was born where the heat is like a second skin
Children crying on the streets, automobiles making noise
The land is growing dry and weak, spirits dying low
The forefathers are calling me: never tire, never weaken
The pride in me is bursting loose - I'm an African boy.
On the farm my father called me down behind a tree
He said prostrate at my feet and say a few prayers
Then he told me all the stories of my brave ancestors,
"Look into my eyes son, you were born to be great"
So in the twilight I went home behind my father with a hoe
Listening to the songs of birds, whispers of the night
Singing: seven goats, seven beads,
Seven cowries, seven nuts,
Seven lifes that's what I've got, I'm an African boy
Over sea, over land, over mountains and in the wild
I'll be brave and I'll be strong, I'm an African boy.

In the evening, mother called me down into her hut
She said, "Lay upon my bosom and say a few prayers"
Then she told me to go forward never looking back
"The spirits are with you and you will never fail"
So I go into the world, into the deeps, into the wild
In the market place I danced the sound of bata
Dancing - seven jumps, seven wriggles,
Seven cowries, seven nuts
Seven lifes, that's what I've got
I'm an African boy…

The People Are Ready
Will the heroes stand up! Call the brave man to arms!
The time is right for that someone who can see into the future
Who will tell us the truth, lead the children a-right ?
Who is ready to speak out for the man who is voiceless?

You better know-
The people are ready, they want a better day now
They are tired of promises, pies in the sky yeah
The people are moving to the future with faith now
There’s got to be a better way, a new dawn of hope
When will all these pains go
Who will heal all these wounds
Will the light ever glow for the man blind with hatred?
Who will bring back the sunshine to this land of despair
Who is ready to show some love,
Free the young of all the anger, you better know-
The people are ready, they want a better day now
They’re tired of politics, they want some reality
The people are moving to the future with faith now
There’s got to be a better way, a new dawn of hope
You turn your face to the sun
Don’t you know you could go blind
The little children on the streets
You’ve made their lives such misery…

Ma Ba Won So
L’ojo ojosi omode i gb’oju s’oke w’agba o
B’agba ba nro’jo, omode won a pa looloo ni
L’ojo ojosi, awon agba i wu’wa ibaje o
Bi won ba se ‘baje, a o s’igba fun won ni
Eje a ma ba won so, ki won ma se wu’wa ibaje mo o
Ore e je a ma ba won so, ki won ma se wu’wa ika yi o
Eje a ma ba won so, ki won ma se wu’wa ibaje mo o
Eje a ma ba won so, ki won ma se wu’wa ika…
I see them every day on the street wasting their lives away
Youth can’t find no direction to put their energies
I see them in Europe and America looking for hope
Everywhere they go they are lonely, can’t find a warm bed
Do you like to see the children cry
And waste their lives away, my brother?
You like to see them die before their time in poverty?
Do you like to see the children cry in frustration and desperation?
Do you like to see them flee and leave this land so full of promise?
I see them everywhere in factories and plantations
A new wave of slavery and servitude in foreign lands
I see them in Asia, Australia, wherever you may think
Everywhere they go they are lonely, there is no place like home
Do you like to see the children crying?
Like to see the children worry?
Like to the children running away?
Like to see them die, brother?

Baba Mimo
Baba mimo, iwo Olorun gbogbo agbaye
Baba wa ko wa, ka le ma feran ara wa
Baba mimo, a teriba s’iwaju ite re
B’oju wo wa, k’o s’anu fun wa
Baba mimo, iwo eleda gbogbo ohun to nmi
Wa ko wa k’a le ma feran ara wa
Baba mimo, a teriba s’iwaju ite re
B’oju wo wa, ko saanu fun wa
Olorun , Olorun agbaye
Oluwa wa o, eleda gbogbo enia…
Why do we lie to the children about their future
When we are not building good schools?
Why do we make our women cry so much
Why is there no peace in this land?
Why do we have so much darkness in the midst of light?
Why do we so many leaders who cannot speak the truth?
Why do we have so many young people fleeing the land?
Oh lord, oh…
Ko wa ka le ma feran ara wa
Teach us to love ourselves…

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