Perfect Sound Forever


Lee Perry


Madman/genius, the Upsetter, Flash Gordon, Pipecock Jackson- all are Jamaican producer/artist Lee Perry, the man behind hundreds of records, including classics from Bob Marley and the Clash. This is an excerpt that was published in issue two of the Upsetter, distributed by the Beat. Special thanks to Jammyland (60 East 3rd Street, New York, New York 10003, 212-614-0037).

At last, Lee 'Scratch' Perry the Upsetter saying in a loud voice: REPENT MINISTERS OF CRIMES, REPENT GOVERNORS OF WRONGS, and this is my brand new song, coming from the sea and sun, Jamaica, the island in the sun, Emperor Halie Selassie I, Lightning and Thunder, Hailstone, Brimstone and Fire, Music; whirlwind, hurricane and tidalwave judgment mixed by Earthquake the Ambassador, produced by Flood.

Jesus Christ's blood on the cross, while a piece of shit stuck in Moses' ass when he was writing the Ten Commandments, as well in transfiguration of Jesus Christ on Mount Sinai, lightning flashing out of his eye, riding his white horse.

Lightining, thunder, ball of fire, 1980 and 8 future. Mossiah Zodiac, the weather interpretor. Pipecock Jackson, Jack Lightning, Jesse the Hammer, Magnetic Abaja Perry. Push Bush alight, 'cause it is Lee 'Scratch' Perry who control all the American assets and world economic structure: The 100 cash index, all millions, trillions, zillions of dollars, and millions, trillions, and billions in pounds hijack and kidnap by Jesus Christ - my sweet prick who piss, and rain come; shake his cock, and lightning flash; fart, and thunder roll.

Seven seas and seven seal, Neptune world, nose code. I am the future - and all who doubt it, go and ask Satan: Lucifer, de Devil, Phantom Pluto, Lex Luther, the arch-criminal from Krypton (Phantom Zone Jail), where he escape in a pail of shit by drinking acid and turning into mercury, in Oblivion. But I came and I saw and I conquer. I came to London, England, Britian, and conquered. I capture Lex Luthor with my Teddy Bear, my hair, and my Invisible Chair, and my 144,000 Mosquito Angels what sting with lightning, psssst.

I, Pipecock Jackxon, Jack Lightning, Jesse the Hammer, Lee 'Scratch' Perry (Perry Lee: £ for pound, $ for Scratch, and 'D' for Daniel Dandelion the Lion; Jah, Jehoviah, Jah Rastafari the Crumbler; black supremacy, black music; the ghost of King Arthur and his sword, Excalibur - the oath of the King: 'Death before dishonor') put a curse on BBC radio and television, and BBC government that they can never overcome or undo until they repent and start playing Mr. Perry records morning, noon, night and day, and around the clock- tic toc.

Tic tic toe. Big Ben de time clock is my headmaster. Together we interpretate disaster for the popes, de deacons, and de pastor, for all who don't piss, shit and poop, and spit and fuck (makin' love like it is), hold up them hand and God will strike them with lightning, 'cause He know that they will be committing a sin, that their grandfather and grandmother did in the beginning, tempted by sin.

Highty tighties, mighthy mighties; Jah is mightier. Jah is wicked, wickeder than wicked. Jah is evil, eviler than the evils, 'cause it is HE, Jah, who creates the good and evils, and it is HE, Jah, who creates the good and bad. Jah is cruel, crueler than cruel. Jah is mean, meaner than mean. Jah meanie-meanie-tekel nick hell riches, nick hell fortune, and nick hell fame; nick hell mo-neyum and cashum with opium, onion, garlics, scullion, and thyme. A.D. vendetta, the Upsetter, ridding the alligator as the Grim Reaper: Killer of theif-ers. Butcherer of traitors. Exterminator of vampires. Liquidators of robbers. And the exterminator of the I.M.F. And the liquidator of the rich. And the presenter of the poor. For the rich shall be poorer, and the poor shall be richer. It is a switch connection, comin from Buddha, from Oblivion, where He sits in Infinity.

Tick cop. Tut-tut cop. I am the mop who don't shoot. I chop, and who I don't run through with my sword, I slew them with my rod.

Washing machines, water pip. Tops, mops. Fridges, Freezers. Ceasers, geezers. Guilders, yen. German marks, sterlings. Pounds and dollars. Pence and pences. Cents and sense. Munch and munches. Dimes and dimees. Half and quarters. Uncle Sam Sharp return with him harp, with ice and sickle, his hammer and pickle. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Six foot six, and 666; Mixiplix.

This is a magic potion name VoomVATa, and it have a name: BoomTAXa. Voom VATters and boom TAXers. And as for you Locksers, repent, before I cut another stench and defuse thee with my shit-pipe, hot-pipe. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha !!!

Voice of the Master, laughin' in the Echo Chamber. I repeat: I break the spell, and I undo what the wicked have done. I now turn the Table of Life, and make the rich poor and the poor rich. All that a rich man have will be taken away and given to the poor. And if them argue about it, we will shoot them in this full-scale glorious revolution of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.

Super Ape firmament; Ten Commandments. Death to liars. Death to heathens. Death to pagans. Death to vampires. Death to thief. Death to robbers. Death to Rulers of Sins and Commanders of Murders in Cold Blood. An eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth. That day gonna be a blood bath, soon.

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