Monday, June 28, 2021

All Spice Dub




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Where were you the night King Tubby died? I was hiding in the woods. I was thinking of prairie. I imagined the taste of dirt and the smell of spiced tubers bubbling on an open fire. On this night, the night King Tubby died. You can kill the king, but you can't kill the king riddim . . .

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