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Rub-a-Dub Moon
She comes to the dance for the bass.
Rub-a-Dub Moon (Every Wound Get Healed)
THE STORY
She comes to the dance for the bass. That small distinction puts her own pleasure at the centre of the song. Drums, echoes and guitar pull her attention back into her body, while the selector keeps a space open where she can ask for the tune again and let the night continue. The moon gives the whole scene a shared atmosphere, intimate without needing a romance to explain it. As the music takes hold, she lets down the shield she has been carrying. The promise of healing belongs to that moment: stress loosens, feeling returns, and the sound becomes a companion rather than something playing in the background.
Lyrics Read the full words
Lawya pon di version Selector run di station Rub-a-dub vibration Under di rub-a-dub moon She start fi move too soon Bassline whisper, body in tune Skankin' steady till di rise of noon She seh, "Play it back one more time," Let di riddim rewind Rub-a-dub sweet like sugar and lime Tek mi soul, mi cyaan decline She step inna dancehall, light pon her face Coconut scent and a likkle red lace She no come fi man, she come fi di bass Dub operator put di sound in place Every drum-drop mek her hipline bend Every likkle echo a message fi send Music a di healer, music a di friend Rub-a-dub fever cyaan done, cyaan end Under di rub-a-dub moon When di selector call her name pon di mic She start wine slow like a tropical tide She seh, "Lawya, keep di riddim alive," A dis kind a sound mek a woman survive Guitar lick sweet like sugarcane field Dub horns distant like memory sealed She give up stress and she give up shield Inna reggae session every wound get healed Ohhh let di echo roll Right through mi heart and soul Sound system in control Tonight we lose control Under di rub-a-dub moon Keep it heavy, keep it soon Rub-a-dub sweet like June Under di rub-a-dub moon Dem Lawya seh run dat ting Rub-a-dub forever, everlasting swing
Rub-a-Dub Moon (No Man Edit)
THE STORY
She comes to the dance for the bass. That small distinction puts her own pleasure at the centre of the song. Drums, echoes and guitar pull her attention back into her body, while the selector keeps a space open where she can ask for the tune again and let the night continue. The moon gives the whole scene a shared atmosphere, intimate without needing a romance to explain it. As the music takes hold, she lets down the shield she has been carrying. The promise of healing belongs to that moment: stress loosens, feeling returns, and the sound becomes a companion rather than something playing in the background.
Lyrics Read the full words
Lawya pon di version Selector run di station Rub-a-dub vibration Under di rub-a-dub moon She start fi move too soon Bassline whisper, body in tune Skankin' steady till di rise of noon She seh, "Play it back one more time," Let di riddim rewind Rub-a-dub sweet like sugar and lime Tek mi soul, mi cyaan decline She step inna dancehall, light pon her face Coconut scent and a likkle red lace She no come fi man, she come fi di bass Dub operator put di sound in place Every drum-drop mek her hipline bend Every likkle echo a message fi send Music a di healer, music a di friend Rub-a-dub fever cyaan done, cyaan end Under di rub-a-dub moon When di selector call her name pon di mic She start wine slow like a tropical tide She seh, "Lawya, keep di riddim alive," A dis kind a sound mek a woman survive Guitar lick sweet like sugarcane field Dub horns distant like memory sealed She give up stress and she give up shield Inna reggae session every wound get healed Ohhh let di echo roll Right through mi heart and soul Sound system in control Tonight we lose control Under di rub-a-dub moon Keep it heavy, keep it soon Rub-a-dub sweet like June Under di rub-a-dub moon Dem Lawya seh run dat ting Rub-a-dub forever, everlasting swing
Rub-a-Dub Moon
THE STORY
She comes to the dance for the bass. That small distinction puts her own pleasure at the centre of the song. Drums, echoes and guitar pull her attention back into her body, while the selector keeps a space open where she can ask for the tune again and let the night continue. The moon gives the whole scene a shared atmosphere, intimate without needing a romance to explain it. As the music takes hold, she lets down the shield she has been carrying. The promise of healing belongs to that moment: stress loosens, feeling returns, and the sound becomes a companion rather than something playing in the background.
Lyrics Read the full words
Lawya pon di version Selector run di station Rub-a-dub vibration Under di rub-a-dub moon She start fi move too soon Bassline whisper, body in tune Skankin' steady till di rise of noon She seh, "Play it back one more time," Let di riddim rewind Rub-a-dub sweet like sugar and lime Tek mi soul, mi cyaan decline She step inna dancehall, light pon her face Coconut scent and a likkle red lace She no come fi man, she come fi di bass Dub operator put di sound in place Every drum-drop mek her hipline bend Every likkle echo a message fi send Music a di healer, music a di friend Rub-a-dub fever cyaan done, cyaan end Under di rub-a-dub moon When di selector call her name pon di mic She start wine slow like a tropical tide She seh, "Lawya, keep di riddim alive," A dis kind a sound mek a woman survive Guitar lick sweet like sugarcane field Dub horns distant like memory sealed She give up stress and she give up shield Inna reggae session every wound get healed Ohhh let di echo roll Right through mi heart and soul Sound system in control Tonight we lose control Under di rub-a-dub moon Keep it heavy, keep it soon Rub-a-dub sweet like June Under di rub-a-dub moon Dem Lawya seh run dat ting Rub-a-dub forever, everlasting swing
Unda Di Rub-a-Dub Moon (Mad Guitar Edit)
THE STORY
She comes to the dance for the bass. That small distinction puts her own pleasure at the centre of the song. Drums, echoes and guitar pull her attention back into her body, while the selector keeps a space open where she can ask for the tune again and let the night continue. The moon gives the whole scene a shared atmosphere, intimate without needing a romance to explain it. As the music takes hold, she lets down the shield she has been carrying. The promise of healing belongs to that moment: stress loosens, feeling returns, and the sound becomes a companion rather than something playing in the background.
Lyrics Read the full words
Lawya pon di version Selector run di station Rub-a-dub vibration Under di rub-a-dub moon She start fi move too soon Bassline whisper, body in tune Skankin' steady till di rise of noon She seh, "Play it back one more time," Let di riddim rewind Rub-a-dub sweet like sugar and lime Tek mi soul, mi cyaan decline She step inna dancehall, light pon her face Coconut scent and a likkle red lace She no come fi man, she come fi di bass Dub operator put di sound in place Every drum-drop mek her hipline bend Every likkle echo a message fi send Music a di healer, music a di friend Rub-a-dub fever cyaan done, cyaan end Under di rub-a-dub moon When di selector call her name pon di mic She start wine slow like a tropical tide She seh, "Lawya, keep di riddim alive," A dis kind a sound mek a woman survive Guitar lick sweet like sugarcane field Dub horns distant like memory sealed She give up stress and she give up shield Inna reggae session every wound get healed Ohhh let di echo roll Right through mi heart and soul Sound system in control Tonight we lose control Under di rub-a-dub moon Keep it heavy, keep it soon Rub-a-dub sweet like June Under di rub-a-dub moon Dem Lawya seh run dat ting Rub-a-dub forever, everlasting swing
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