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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Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though I know that evening's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I am branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And my ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly across the sun,
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escaping on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facing.
And if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seeing that he's chasing.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Then take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.