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In the pulsing heart of Jamaican music, there exists a force that embodies the essence of reggae and dancehall—Nadine Sutherland. With a voice that carries the weight of generations and a spirit that ignites the stage, Nadine stands tall as a titan of action in the realm of Caribbean music. From her early days as a prodigious talent, Nadine Sutherland captured the hearts of listeners with her soulful melodies and unwavering passion. Born and bred in Kingston, Jamaica, her journey from a young girl singing in church to a celebrated icon is a testament to her resilience and determination. Nadine burst onto the scene in the 1980s, a time when reggae and dancehall were undergoing a seismic shift. Her breakout hit "Starvation on the Land" not only showcased her vocal prowess but also highlighted her commitment to social commentary. Through her music, she became a voice for the voiceless, shedding light on issues of poverty, injustice, and hope. But it was her collaboration with dancehall legend Terror Fabulous on "Action" that truly solidified her status as a force to be reckoned with. The track was more than a hit—it was a cultural phenomenon. "Action" reverberated through the streets of Kingston and beyond, its infectious beat and empowering lyrics becoming anthems for a generation. Nadine's action extends far beyond the recording studio. As a woman in a male-dominated industry, she blazed a trail for future generations of female artists. Her presence was not just a symbol but a call to action for equality and respect within the music scene. In the decades since, Nadine Sutherland has continued to evolve, her music mirroring the changing tides of Jamaican culture. Whether she's collaborating with emerging artists or headlining sold-out shows, Nadine remains a beacon of authenticity and artistry. To witness Nadine Sutherland in action is to witness the raw power of music. It's in the way she commands the stage, her voice carrying the weight of history and the promise of tomorrow. She is not just a singer; she is a movement—a rhythmic force that continues to shape the very soul of Jamaican music.

Easy like the Caribbean breezy You done know baby girl a tease me Tell her fi a while it's time to rent a tile Style, buddi-bang-bang-bang-bang Beres Woman, you can't leave me like this, no Not when the night is so young, girl When the dance is getting so hot, no, no, no, no, no (like fire) You can't leave me like this, no (baby girl) You got to give it a shot (I like you a lot) Seany P hold her pon di spot (yeah, yeah) Tell you this A rebel time under the bass and treble time Baby girl, don't you worry, nor fret, yeah See the sign and every time we combine Girl, you know seh we keep it fresh, woii Loving the way that you be looking tonight Girl, you're keeping it fly Girl when you in that dress Oh yes, and as the night does progress I know you feeling all right under your rum and sess Empress, don't leave The Dutty in a mood like this Beres Woii, now me seh one more drink to mi head (buss a bokkle) Or should I have a big spliff instead? (Blaze dem) A me seh, one more drink to mi head, whoa, aye, aye (buss a bokkle) Tell dem Woman, you can't leave me like this, no (mek them know) Please stay, baby girl When the dance is getting so hot, no, no, no, no, no (volcano) You can't leave me like this, no (don't dweet) You got to give it a shot (I like you a lot) Seany P hold her pon di spot (pon di spot) She press it back and now the sweat wall-to-wall And her body keep calling me Ready fi give her the vibe and put all in Me know me not stallin', me give her the love properly Free the lock 'cause I got the key Don't let this moment go to waste (don't do it) Tell you that would be wrong, girl Tonight can never be replaced (say it) Buddi-bang-bang-bang-bang Rub-a-dub it never feel like that Rub-a-dub it never smooth like that, no Rub-a-dub never feel like that Rub-a-dub-a never Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha, ayy Woman, you can't leave me like this, no Not when the night is so young, girl When the dance is getting so hot, no, no, no, no, no (like fire) You can't leave me like this, no (baby girl) You got to give it a shot (I like you a lot) Seany P hold her pon di spot (pon di spot, yeah, yeah) Tell you this A rebel time under the bass and treble time Baby girl, don't you worry, nor fret, yeah See the sign and every time we combine Girl, you know seh we keep it fresh, woii Free up yuhself and let it flow (freely) You have to understand the dancehall to know how it flow (lifestyle) Free up yourselves and let it flow (baby girl) Everything Jamaica does, the world follows (buddi-bang-bang, girl) Woii, now me seh one more drink to mi head (buss a bokkle) Or should I have a big spliff instead? (Blaze dem) A me seh, one more drink to mi head, whoa, aye, aye (buss a bokkle) Tell dem Rub-a-dub it never feel like that (mek them know) Rub-a-dub it never smooth like that, no Rub-a-dub never feel like that (buddi-bang-bang-bang-bang) Rub-a-dub-a never Cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha, ayy Woman, you can't leave No

Morning Is Coming" is a song by Sting featuring Shaggy. It was released in 2018 as part of their collaborative album titled "44/876". The album title is a reference to the respective country codes of the United Kingdom (44) and Jamaica (876), representing Sting's and Shaggy's home countries. "Morning Is Coming" is a reggae-infused track that blends Sting's signature vocals with Shaggy's dancehall style. The album "44/876" received positive reviews for its fusion of reggae, pop, and rock elements, showcasing the musical chemistry between Sting and Shaggy. Lyrics It's a beautiful day For me to rock 'er on your way Only wanna say Sting Sweet nightingale Why do you wake me so? Sweet nightingale You're telling me something I don't know It's quarter to three You're singing driving me right outta my tree I'm so tired that I could weep When all the other birdies are still fast asleep, yeah Morning is coming Morning is on its way Morning is coming It's revelation day Sweet nightingale We'll talk it over in the light of day Why can't it wait? I need my beauty sleep whatever you say Wake up, it's a beautiful day Wake up, don't you hear what I say? 'Cause I be rocking in my shoes To this sweet reggae groove Ain't nobody gonna spoil my mood To this beautiful sunshine I'm rising up Just a positive vibe me you sun build me up Overflowing like the hot coffee inna me cup Ain't no time for easing up (Yeah!) Morning is coming (Morning is coming) Morning is on its way (It's on its way) Morning is coming It's revelation day (It's revelation day) Oh nightingale You broke a dream or I don't live on my own Oh nightingale I look around but there's nobody home Rouse yourself and get out of bed (Uh-uh) And drag your comb across your sleepy head Clean your teeth and wash your face Look like you're a member of the human race Wake up, it's a beautiful day I said for up, don't you hear what I say? 'Cause I be rocking in my shoes To this sweet reggae groove Ain't nobody gonna spoil my mood Now me saw morning time bop to evening time Me saw message when me used to uplift mankind Well a you, no off dee bubble and ya no off dee wine Enjoy, it's a beautiful time Oh, morning is coming (Mornin' is coming) Morning is on its way (It's on its way) Morning is coming It's revelation day (Revelation day) Morning is coming Morning is on its way (On its way) Morning is coming It's revelation day, hey

Secret Lovers" is a popular song by the American R&B group Atlantic Starr. It was released in 1985 as the lead single from their album "As the Band Turns." The song was written by David Lewis and Wayne Lewis of Atlantic Starr along with producer David "Pic" Conley. "Secret Lovers" is a ballad that tells the story of two people who are in a relationship with other partners but have a secret love affair. The lyrics express the struggle of keeping their love hidden and the desire to be together openly. Here we are the two of us together Taking this crazy chance to be all alone We both know that we should not be together 'Cause if they found out It could mess up, both our happy homes I hate to think about us all meeting up together As soon as I looked at you it would show on my face Then they'll know that we've been loving each other They can never no, oh no, we can't leave a trace Secret Lovers that's what we are, we shouldn't be together But we can't let it go, oh no, cause we love each other so Sittin at home I do nothing all day But think about you and hope that your ok Hoping you'll call before anyone gets home I'll wait anxiously, alone by the phone How could something so wrong be so right I wish we didn't have to keep our love out of sight Living two lives just ain't easy at all But we gotta hang on and after fall Secret lovers that's what we are Trying so hard to hide the way we feel Cause we both belong to someone else But we can't let it go, cause what we feel is oh so real So real You and me, are we fair Is this cruel, or do we care Can they tell what's in our minds Maybe they've had secret love all of the time In the middle of makin love we notice the time We both get nervous cause it's way after nine Even though we hate it, we know it's time that we go We gotta be careful, so that no one will know Secret lovers, that's what we are Trying so hard to hide the way we feel 'Cause we both belong to someone else But we can't let it go 'Cause what we feel is oh so real So real

"Somewhere Only We Know" by Keane is transformed into a captivating reggae cover, infusing the heartfelt lyrics with a new rhythmic energy. The familiar melody takes on a fresh interpretation as the reggae beat sets the stage for a musical journey. In this reggae rendition, the song opens with an inviting rhythm that beckons listeners to join in. The vocals, now intertwined with the classic reggae groove, carry the message of a secret place shared between two souls. It's a place where the skies are eternally blue, and time seems to stand still. The verses unfold with a sense of longing and adventure, urging the listener to come along and discover this hidden sanctuary. As the chorus arrives, the reggae beat pulses with a laid-back yet infectious vibe, inviting swaying and dancing. "Somewhere only we know" becomes a mantra, a promise of a special, secluded haven away from the world's chaos. A reggae breakdown in the bridge gives a moment to bask in the music's rhythm, letting it wash over like a gentle breeze. The song crescendos back into the chorus, the repetition of the phrase now carrying the weight of shared secrets and intimate moments. In the outro, the reggae rhythm gently fades away, leaving a sense of serenity and longing in its wake. "Somewhere Only We Know" in its reggae cover form is not just a song, but an experience—an escape to a place of solace and connection, set to the irresistible groove of reggae music.