Ziggy Marley And The Melody Makers - Time Bums

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Married to the Mob is a 1988 American crime comedy film directed by Jonathan Demme, and starring Michelle Pfeiffer, Matthew Modine, Dean Stockwell, Mercedes Ruehl, and Alec Baldwin. Pfeiffer plays Angela de Marco, a gangster's widow from Brooklyn, opposite Modine as the undercover FBI agent assigned the task of investigating her mafia connections.

The film was released on August 19, 1988, by Orion Pictures. It earned positive reviews from critics and earned several accolades; Pfeiffer was nominated for a Golden Globe Award for Best Actress – Motion Picture Comedy or Musical, and Stockwell was nominated for an Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor.

Jonathan Demme's direction was praised for its idiosyncrasy. The New York Times called him "American cinema's king of amusing artifacts: blinding bric-a-brac, the junkiest of jewelry, costumes so frightening they take your breath away." The Washington Post wrote that Demme "has nailed one with this playful, but dangerous, gangster farce."

The acting performances were widely acclaimed, especially that of Michelle Pfeiffer in a star-making turn, "her best performance to date." Richard Corliss of Time wrote that Pfeiffer was the "emotional anchor to his [Demme's] vertiginous sight gags." Variety claimed the "enormous cast is a total delight, starting with Pfeiffer." The Washington Post called Pfeiffer a "deft comedian... It's her movie, and she graces it." Matthew Modine was "winning", according to Variety.

Supporting players Dean Stockwell and Mercedes Ruehl also received praise for their performances. The Washington Post described Ruehl's character as "majestic in her jealousy, stealing scenes but never the show from the sweetly determined Pfeiffer." Maslin of The New York Times found that Pfeiffer and Modine were "readily upstaged by Miss Ruehl and, especially, by Mr. Stockwell. His shoulder-rolling caricature of this suave, foppish and thoroughly henpecked kingpin is the film's biggest treat." Variety described Stockwell as "a hoot." /Wikipedia

Time Bums

Oh, Human Race
If we don't make haste to find true love
Gonna be some time bums
(Time bums)
Some time bums
Oh, Human Race
If we don't make haste to find true love
Gonna be some time bums
(Time bums)
Just some time bums

Hey
Without no aim
Ain't got no shame
Drunk from the sins
Of our own hearts
Ay
Feeling pain
Yet, still in game
Show some love

Oh, Human Race
(Human race)
If we don't make haste to find true love
Gonna be some time bums
(Time bums)
Some time Bums

Oh, Human Race
(Human race)
If we don't make haste to find true love
Gonna be some time bums
(Time bums)
Just some time Bums

Well
Using the will to love
Don't take whatever they give
Aw, come on let's all get the will
And survive
Nah, hey hey hey

Who wants to dig
Upend all their souls
Who wants to live
In a false world

Oh, Human Race
If we don't make haste to find true love
We're gonna be some time bums
(Time bums)
Some time bums
(Time bums)
Oh, Human Race
We got to make haste
We got to make haste
Don't wanna be no time bum
Don't wanna be no time bums

What is the truth they give
To make us war
Which is the way they live
In their own yard
I tell you now

I stake hypocrisy
All you traitors be still
You drunkards
You got to get sober
(Sober)

Oh, Human Race
If we don't make haste to find true love
We're gonna be some time bums
(Time bums)
Just some time bums
(Time bums)
Oh, Human Race
(Human race)
We got to make haste
Got to make haste
Don't wanna be no time bums
(Time bums)
Don't wanna be..
No
(Time bums)
Groovin'

We got to make some hay
While the sun shines
We got to make some hay
While the sun shines

This is groovin'

What
This morning I woke up I felt an earthquake
We got to make some hay
While the sun shines
Tell you
This morning I woke up I felt an earthquake
We got to make some hay
While the sun shines
Now, this is groovin'
Groovin'