Rumours
Gregory Isaacs · Red Rose For Gregory [1988]
Claim that a sensee me plantin'
But I man a de Don ina de jugglin'
A pure rumours a gwaan
(Rumours a gwaan)
Please Mr. Officer, leggo me hand
You don't know me and you don't understan'
You see me flashin' a criss rental
So you take that me a criminal
Rumours dem spreadin'
I keep a dance jus' to nice up the place
Me buy nuff liquor and red up dem face
Mek man an' man have money to spend
And all de youth them know me a dem friend
Rumours dem spreadin'
Don't matter what, dem nuff jewel mi wear
Caught me pants, it nuh have no tear
Shoes cost a few hundred a pair
An' me have money all through the year
Rumours dem spreadin'
Rumours and rumours
Whole lotta propaganda
Rumours a gwaan
Can't stop it
About Rumours
Gregory Isaacs delivers a hauntingly intimate performance on "Rumours," a track that exemplifies his signature blend of reggae rhythms and soulful vocal delivery. Released on the 1988 album *Red Rose For Gregory*, the recording captures a moment of quiet introspection characteristic of Isaacs' broader discography. The song's melodic structure and Isaacs' emotive tone create a soundscape that resonates with themes of melancholy and reflection, distinguishing it from his more upbeat or narrative-driven works like "She Doesn't Want Me" or "Thief A Man." As part of his extensive catalog spanning the early 1980s through the 2010s, this track stands as a testament to his ability to craft atmospheric music that prioritizes mood over complexity. Listeners familiar with his earlier recordings from *Night Nurse* or later releases like *Once Ago* will recognize the consistent emotional depth that defines his artistic identity across decades.