Bob Marley was a soul prophet – a cat fully in tune with higher consciousness, or enlightenment. The Wailer’s song Midnight Ravers is a warning about spiritual death – the obliteration of the soul. Gender confusion, feminism, and the destruction of the mind are the employed weapons. What is natural, beautiful, and innate should flourish unmolested. The complimentary balance of the sexes is a perfect example of the divine natural order.
A revolution of consciousness will soon be upon us. Those who are chained to the old dialectic (men v. women, gay v. straight, rich v. poor, Republican v. Democrat, U.S. v. the World, Black v. White, organized religion back-biting squabblers, etc.) will drown in the neo-diluvian spiritual waters.
The ten thousand riders with their faces covered are those who have abandoned their spiritual purpose. They are in blind allegiance to their false gods. Their pain and suffering defines their existence. If they ride on, they will see a better way.
Can't tell the woman from the man, no I say you can't Cause they're dressed in the same pollution Their mind is confused with confusion With their problems since there's no solution They become the midnight ravers Someone say please don't let me down Midnight ravers, midnight ravers Please don't let me down, down, down, down Don't let me down Don't let me down I see ten thousand chariots And they coming without horses The riders they cover their face So you couldn't make them out in smokey places In that musical stampede where everyone's doing their thing Musical stampede, people swinging Musical stampede, Some people say ride on People riding People ride on People riding People ride on People riding Midnight Ravers I can't tell my woman from the man She is dressed in the same pollution Her mind is confused with confusion To her problems seems there's never never no solution I've become a night-life raver And I'm begging you please don't let me down Night-life ravers, night-life raver Please, please don't let me down Don't let me down Don't let me down I see ten thousand chariots And they coming without horses yeah The riders they cover their face So you couldn't make them out in smokey places In that musical stampede Its the musical stampede Its the musical stampede Some preacher say People ride on People riding People ride on People riding Midnight ravers, ride on ~ The Wailers (Midnight Ravers)
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery, none but ourselves can free our minds ~ Bob Marley