Entre las callejuelas de Kingston, Jamaica, en los años 60, surgió una fuerza musical destinada a cambiar el mundo. En 1963, Bob Marley, junto a Bunny Wailer y Peter Tosh, formaron el grupo que pronto sería conocido como The Wailing Wailers. Estos músicos jóvenes, con profundas raíces en la pobreza, comenzaron a tejer un sonido único que capturó la esencia de su entorno y experiencias. La combinación de ritmos de ska, rocksteady, y el naciente reggae, sirvieron como base para sus primeras grabaciones, atrayendo la atención de Coxsone Dodd, un influyente productor local.
A mediados de los años 60, el grupo sufrió cambios en su formación, pero la visión de Marley permaneció intacta. Con la salida de artistas del grupo, nuevos miembros como Aston "Family Man" Barrett y su hermano Carlton Barrett se unieron, solidificando la alineación que llevaría a los Wailers a la fama global. En 1972, el encuentro con Chris Blackwell de Island Records catapultó al grupo a nuevas alturas. Blackwell les dio la oportunidad de grabar un álbum con la intención de atraer tanto al público jamaicano como al internacional, resultando en la creación de Catch a Fire (1973), un disco que pronto se convirtió en un hito del reggae.
Catch a Fire no solo mostró la capacidad del grupo para crear música cautivadora, sino que también abordó temas de injusticia
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'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved.
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,
Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost
I took too much for granted, I got my signals crossed.
Just to think that it all began on a noneventful morn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love.
Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn?
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation an' she gave me a lethal dose.
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."