A cloud of hate draws near tonight
I doubt that it will pass
So be prepared and stay out of sight
Tonight's the night for the clash
Society breaks down tonight
Streets are coloured red
Black rain, black hate, black end
The ghost of civilization will ascend
Black rain, black hate, black end
The dust of devastation will descend
A battle cry now breaks the night
As the tragic fight begins
The city streets now a zone for war
A play with death where no one wins
Society broke down tonight
Streets were clouded red
Black rain, black hate, black end
The ghost of civilization will ascend
Black rain, black hate, black end
(Sonny Curtis)
Breakin' rocks in the hot sun
I fought the law and the law won (twice)
I needed money 'cause I had none
I fought the law and the law won (twice)
I left my baby and it feels so bad
Guess my race is run
She's the best girl that I ever had
I fought the law and the law won
I fought the law and the
Robbin' people with a six-gun
I fought the law and the law won (twice)
I lost my girl and I lost my fun
I fought the law and the law won (twice)I left my baby and it feels so bad
Guess my race is run
She's the best girl that I ever had
I fought the law and the law won
I fought the law and the
I fought the law and the law won (7 times)
I fought the law and the
(Strummer/Jones)
CHORUS
I'm all lost in the supermarket
I can no longer shop happily
I came in here for that special offer
A guaranteed personality
I wasn't born so much as I fell out
Nobody seemed to notice me
We had a hedge back home in the suburbs
Over which I never could see
I heard the people who lived on the ceiling
Scream and fight most scarily
Hearing that noise was my first ever feeling
That's how it's been all around me
CHORUSI'm all tuned in, I see all the programmes
I save coupons from packets of tea
I've got my giant hit discoteque album
I empty a bottle and I feel a bit free
The kids in the halls and the pipes in the walls
Make me noises for company
Long distance callers make long distance calls
And the silence makes me lonely
CHORUS
And it's not hear
It disappear
I'm all lost
(Tymon Dogg)
Come with me. I won't hide
We're going on a ride
We meet each day, use time to see
While we're young and almost free
I've got to lose this skin I'm imprisoned in
Got to lose this skin I'm imprisoned in
Do not turn or hate to see
All the things you think we've got
Do not turn or hate to see
What happened to the wife of LotWe're alone or so they say
We're not on our own in that way
When we're alone it's real tough going
We can take a part in someone else's play
Come with me, I thought he said
But that's not him anymore, he's dead
What's it like to be so free
So free it looks like lost to me
Look here!
What d'you think you're
Gonna be doin' next year?
No lie...
How you know you're not
Gonna up and die?
No doubt...
Soon enough your friends
Will find you out
Take care...
You know you might not have
Too much time to spare
I say...How long have you been acting
Up this way?
One knows...
When you gonna get
Your own floorshow
I'm hip...
And you could use a button
On your lip
Look here
What d'you think you're
Gonna be doing next year
I'm hip!
The soldier boy for his soldiers pay
Obeys the sergeant at arms whatever he says
The sergeant will for his sergeant's pay
Obey the captain 'till his dying day
The captain will for his captain's pay
Obey the general order of battle play
The generals bow to the government
Obey the charge you must not relent
What of the neighbors and the prophets in bars?
What are they saying in the public bazaar?
We are tired of the tune
You must not relentAt every stroke of the bell in the tower there goes
Another boy from another side
The bulletins that steady come in say those
Familiar words at the top of the hour
The jamming city increases its hum
And those terrible words continue to come
Through bras music of government hear those
Guns tattoo a roll on the drums
No-one mentions the neighboring war
No one knows what they're fighting for
We are tired of the tune
You must not relent
[Instrumental]
(Strummer/Jones)
Yankee soldier
He wanna shoot some skag
He met it in Cambodia
But now he can't afford a bag
Yankee dollar talk
To the dictators of the world
In fact it's giving orders
An' they can't afford to miss a word
I'm so bored with the U...S...A...
But what can I do?
Yankee detectives
Are always on the TV
'Cos killers in America
Work seven days a weekNever mind the stars and stripes
Let's print the Watergate Tapes
I'll salute the New Wave
And I hope nobody escapes
I'm so bored with the U...S...A...
But what can I do?
Move up Starsky
For the C.I.A.
Suck on Kojak
For the USA
(Strummer/Jones)
White riot - I wanna riot
White riot - a riot of my own
White riot - I wanna riot
White riot - a riot of my own
Black people gotta lot a problems
But they don't mind throwing a brick
White people go to school
Where they teach you how to be thick
An' everybody's doing
Just what they're told to
An' nobody wants
To go to jail!All the power's in the hands
Of people rich enough to buy it
While we walk the street
Too chicken to even try it
Everybody's doing
Just what they're told to
Nobody wants
To go to jail!
Are you taking over
or are you taking orders?
Are you going backwards
Or are you going forwards?
(The Clash)
It's up to you not to heed the call-up
'N' you must not act the way you were brought up
Who knows the reasons why you have grown up?
Who knows the plans or why they were drawn up?
It's up to you not to heed the call-up
I don't wanna die!
It's up to you not to hear the call-up
I don't wanna kill!
For he who will die
Is he who will kill
Maybe I wanna see the wheatfields
Over Kiev and down to the seaAll the young people down the ages
They gladly marched off to die
Proud city fathers used to watch them
Tears in their eyes
There is a rose that I want to live for
Although, God knows, I may not have met her
There is a dance an' I should be with her
There is a town - unlike any other
It's up to you not to hear the call-up
'N' you must not act the way you were brought up
Who give you work an' why should you do it?
At fifty five minutes past eleven
There is a rose...
Yeah!
(Strummer/Jones)
WE MET WHEN WE WERE IN SCHOOL
NEVER TOOK NO SHIT FROM NO ONE, WE WEREN'T FOOLS
THE TEACHER SAYS WE'RE DUMB
WE'RE ONLY HAVING FUN
WE PISS ON EVERYONE
IN THE CLASSROOM
WHEN WE GOT THROWN OUT I LEFT WITHOUT MUCH FUSS
AN' WEEKENDS WE'D GO DANCING
DOWN STREATHAM ON THE BUS
YOU ALWAYS MADE ME LAUGH
GOT ME IN BAD FIGHTS
PLAY ME POOL ALL NIGHT
SMOKIN' MENTHOLI PRACTISED DAILY IN MY ROOM
YOU WERE DOWN THE CROWN PLANNING YOUR NEXT MOVE
GO ON A NICKING SPREE
HIT THE WRONG GUY
EACH OF YOU GET THREE
YEARS IN BRIXTON
I DID MY VERY BEST TO WRITE
HOW WAS BUTLINS?
WERE THE SCREWS TOO TIGHT?
WHEN YOU LOT GET OUT
WERE GONNA HIT THE TOWN
WE'LL BURN IT FUCKIN' DOWN
TO A CINDER
COS YEARS HAVE PASSED AND THINGS HAVE CHANGED
AND I MOVE ANYWAY I WANNA GO
I'LL NEVER FORGET THE FEELING I GOT
WHEN I HEARD THAT YOU'D GOT HOME
AN' I'LL NEVER FORGET THE SMILE ON MY FACE
'COS I KNEW WHERE YOU WOULD BE
AN' IF YOU'RE IN THE CROWN TONIGHT
HAVE A DRINK ON ME
BUT GO EASY...STEP LIGHTLY...STAY FREE
Spanish songs in Andalucía
The shooting sites in the days of '39
Oh, please, leave the ventana open
Federico Lorca is dead and gone
Bullet holes in the cemetery walls
The black cars of the Guardia Civil
Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica
I'm flying in a DC 10 tonight
CHORUS
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te quiero, oh mi corazón
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te quiero, oh mi corazón
Spanish weeks in my disco casino
The freedom fighters died upon the hill
They sang the red flag
They wore the black one
But after they died it was Mockingbird Hill
Back home the buses went up in flashes
The Irish tomb was drenched in blood
Spanish bombs shatter the hotels
My señorita's rose was nipped in the bud
CHORUS
The hillsides ring with ";Free the people";
Or can I hear the echo from the days of '39?
With trenches full of poets
The ragged army, fixin' bayonets to fight the other line
Spanish bombs rock the province
I'm hearing music from another time
Spanish bombs on the Costa Brava
I'm flying in on a DC 10 tonight
Spanish songs in Andalucía, mandolina, oh mi corazón
Spanish songs in Granada, oh mi corazón
They say immigrants steal the hubcaps
Of the respected gentlemen
They say it would be wine an' roses
If England were for Englishmen again
Well I saw a dirty overcoat
At the foot of the pillar of the road
Propped inside was an old man
Whom time would not erode
When the night was snapped by sirens
Those blue lights circled fast
The dancehall called for an' ambulance
The bars all closed up fast
My silence gazing at the ceiling
While roaming the single room
I thought the old man could help me
If he could explain the gloom
You really think it's all new
You really think about it too
The old man scoffed as he spoke to me
I'll tell you a thing or two
I missed the fourteen-eighteen war
But not the sorrow afterwards
With my father dead and my mother ran off
My brothers took the pay of hoods
The twenties turned the north was dead
The hunger strike came marching south
At the garden party not a word was said
The ladies lifted cake to their mouthsThe next war began and my ship sailed
With battle orders writ in bed
In five long years of bullets and shells
We left tem million dead
The few returned to old Piccadily
We limped around Leicster Square
The world was busy rebuilding itself
The architects could not care
But how could we know when I was young
All the canges that were to come?
All the photos in the wallets on the battlefield
And now the terror of the scientific sun
There was masters an' servants an' servants an' dogs
They taught you how to touch your cap
But through strikes an' famine an' war an' peace
England never closed this gap
So leave me now the moon is up
But remember all the tales I tell
The memories that you have dredged up
Are on letters forwarded from hell
The streets were by now deserted
The gangs had trudged off home
The lights clicked off in the bedsits
An' old England was all alone
[Instrumental]
You know he just heard
The drums of war
when the past
Was a closing door
The drums beat into the jungle floor
CHORUS
Closing door
Closing door
Rain on the leaves
soldier sing
You never hear anythingThey filled the sky with a tropical storm.
CHORUS
You know he head the drums of war
Each man knows what he's looking for
(Strummer/Jones)
WELL, I JUST GOT BACK AN' I WISH I NEVER
LEAVE NOW
WHO DAT MARTIAN ARRIVAL AT THE AIRPORT?
HOW MANY LOCAL DOLLARS FOR A LOCAL ANAESTHETIC?
THE JOHNNY ON THE CORNER WAS A VERY SYMPATHETIC
I WENT TO THE PLACE WHERE EVERY WHITE FACE IS AN
INVITATION TO ROBBERY
AN' SITTING HERE IN MY SAFE EUROPEAN HOME
I DON'T WANNA GO BACK THERE AGAIN
WASN'T I LUCKY N' WOULDN'T IT BE LOVERLY?
SEND US ALL CARDS, AN' HAVE A LAYING IN ON A SUNDAY
I WAS THERE FOR TWO WEEKS, SO HOW COME I NEVER TELL
THAT NATTY DREAD DRINKS AT THE SHERATON HOTEL?
NOW THEY GOT THE SUN, AN' THEY GOT THE PALM TREES
THEY GOT THE WEED, AN' THEY GOT THE TAXIS
WHOA, THE HARDER THEY COME, N' THE HOME OF OL' BLUEBEAT
YES I'D STAY AN' BE A TOURIST BUT I CAN'T TAKE THE GUNPLAY
(Strummer/Jones)
Sing, Michael, sing-on the route of the 19 Bus
Hear them sayin'
How you get a rude and a reckless?
Don't you be so crude and a feckless
You been drinking brew for breakfast
Rudie can't fail
So we reply
I know that my life make you nervous
But I tell you that I can't live in service
Like the doctor who was born for a purpose***
Rudie can't fail
I WENT TO THE MARKET TO REALISE MY SOUL
'CAUSE WHAT I NEED I JUST DON'T HAVE
FIRST THEY CURSE, THEN THEY PRESS ME TILL I HURT
WE SAY RUDIE CAN'T FAIL
We hear them sayin'
Now first you must cure your temper
Then you find a job in the paper
You need someone for a saviour
Oh, Rudie can't failWe reply
Now we get a rude and a reckless
We been seen lookin' cool an' a speckless
We been drinking brew for breakfast
So Rudie can't fail
Okay!
So where you wanna go today?
Hey boss man!
You're looking pretty smart
In your chicken skin suit
You think you're pretty hot
In your pork pie hat
But...Rudie can't fail
Look out, look out...
Sky juice!...10 cents a bottle!
*DOCTOR ALIMANTADO
(Strummer/Jones)
I SEARCHED THROUGH THE DRINKERS
EACH PROPPED OVER HIS GLASS
I RAN THROUGH EACH BAR
UNTIL I FOUND GUY AT LAST
GUY YOU'VE BEEN TO THE DOCTOR
NO I DON'T THINK IT WISE
TOOK ONE OF HIS PILLS
BOILED THE BLOOD IN MY EYES.
WHEN YOU PLAYED THE MASTER MIX
TO THE COMPANY MAN
TOOK THREE MILLION WORLDWIDE
TO MAKE HIM UNDERSTAND
YOU DON'T WORK FOR PEANUTS
BUT THEY'LL PUSH YOU TOO
IT'S THAT COMPANY TRICK
WE'RE ALL JUMPING THROUGH
BET YOU AIN'T HAD NO FOOD NOW
SINCE YOU LAST WENT TO SLEEP
THE WILD SEED THAT WAS SOWED
WILL TAKE FOREVER TO REAP.WHAT DAYS AND NIGHTS THOUGH
ROCKING OUT OF HAM YARD
OH SKIP THAT FANDANGO
BRING THE BLUES BACK DOWN HARD
THOUGH CHUCK WOULD NEVER ADMIT IT
AT THE DOOR OF THE JAIL
THERE STOOD GUY STEVENS
AND HE WAS WAVING THE BAIL.
GUY YOU'VE FINISHED THE BOOZE
AND YOU RUN OUT OF SPEED
BUT THE WILD SIDE OF LIFE
IS THE ONE THAT WE NEED.
(J. Edwards/D. Ray)
Revolution rock, it is a brand new rock
A bad, bad rock, this here revolution rock
Careful how you move, Mac, you dig me in me back
An' I'm so pilled up that I rattle
I have got the sharpeest knife, so I cut the biggest slice
But I have no time to do battle
Everybody smash up your seats and rock to this
Brand new beat
This here music mash up the nation
This here music cause a sensation
Tell your ma, tell your pa everything's gonna be all right
Can't you feel it? DOn't ignore it
Gonna be Arl-right
Revolution rock, I am in a state of shock
So bad, bad rock, this here revolution rock
Careful how you slide, Clyde, all you did was glide
And you poured your beer in me hat
With my good eye on the beat, living on fixation strete
And I ai't got no time for that
(Strummer/Jones)
Who needs remote control
From the Civic Hall
Push a button
Activate
You gotta work an' you're late
It's so grey in London town
With a panda car crawling around
Here it comes
Eleven o'clock
Where can we go now?
Can't make a noise
Can't get no gear
Can't make no money
Can't get outta here
Big business it don't like you
It don't like the things you do
You got no money
So you got no power
They think you're useless
An' so you are - puuuuuuunnnnnk!
They had a meeting in Mayfair
They got you down an'
They wanna keep you there
It makes them worried
Their bank accounts
That's all that matters
And you don't countCan't make no progress
Can't get ahead
Can't stop the regress
Don't wanna be dead
Look out' those rules and regulations
Who needs the Parliament
Sitting making laws all day
They're all fat and old
Queuing for the House of Lords
Repression - gonna start on Tuesday
Repression - gonna be a Dalek
Repression - I am a robot
Repression - I obey
(Strummer/Jones)
STANDING IN THE BOG OF A WEST END BAR
GUY ON THE RIGHT LEANING OVER TOO FAR
MONEY IN MY POCKET GONNA PUT IT IN THE SLOT
OPEN UP THE PACK SEE WHAT TYPE I GOT
I DIDN'T WANT TO HOLD YOU
I DIDN'T WANT TO USE YOU
PROTEX, PROTEX BLUE
ALL WANNA DO
IT'S A FAB PROTECTIVE FOR THAT TYPE OF A GIRL
BUT EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT SHE USES IT WELL
IT'S THE THERAPEUTIC STRUCTURE I CAN USE AT WILL
BUT I DON'T THINK IT FITS MY B.D. DRILLSITTING IN A CARRIAGE OF A BAKERLOO
EROTICA MY POCKET GOT A PACKET FOR YOU
ADVERT ON THE ESCALATOR ON MY WAY HOME
I DON'T NEED NO SKIN FLICKS, I WANNA BE ALONE
I DIDN'T WANT TO HOLD YOU
I DIDN'T WANT TO USE YOU
PROTEX, PROTEX BLUE
ALL I WANNA DO
JOHNNY, JOHNNY
Stop wastin' time
Right
One more breath
One more time in the ghetto
One more time if you please
One
One more time for the dying man
One more time if you please now
One more time
(Strummer/Jones)
One emotion
It's all over the place
You let it get out
It cuts in your face
One emotion
Back of a shop
Everybody wants what the next guy's got
One emotion
One emotion
All you ever know
Is your narrow life
One emotion
One emotion
Don't think I don't trust
People trample people on the daily bus
One emotion
Fighting through the night
And if you can keep your buttons down
When it gets right
One emotion
One emotion
All you ever know
Is your narrow life
One emotion
One emotion
Smokin' through the town
Banging on the doors
And (???)One emotion
Boy meets girl
Smashing (???)
It's that kind of world
One emotion
One emotion
All you ever know
Is your narrow life
One emotion
One emotion
Moving out loud
Better get your weapon ready
Walking through the crowd
One emotion
Back of a shop
Everybody wants what the next guy's got
One emotion
One emotion
All you ever know
Is your narrow life
One emotion
One emotion
Emotion
The sheik he drove his cadillac
Shareef
Rockin the casbah
Rock
He thinks it's not kosher
Fundamentally he can't take it
You know he really hates it
Really, really hates it
(Strummer/Rhodes)
The boy stood in the burning slum
Better times had to come
Fate lay in the hands that clap
The muscles that move & the power that raps
He went up on money street
Waving an poping to the beat
Off his wits an on his feet
He worked a coin from the cold concrete
Movers & shakers come on you got what it takes to make it
Movers an shakers come on even if you have to fake it
Where the highway meets the lights
With a red bandanna & rapid wipes
He shines Glass and he cleans chrome
He'll accept what he gets thrown
This man earns cos its understood
Times are bad and he's makin good
Down on him but he's got it beat
He's working coin from the cold concrete
Movers & shakers come on....etc
And when I see you down & I say
That aint no way through that aint no way through
Movers & shakers come on....etc
Way back in some city heat
When a friend was anybody with food to eat
It was lousy life with a leaking roof
We got up to find that truth
Make a drum from a garbage can
Allow your tongue to be a man
When the beat propels you off your seat
You got it made in the cold concrete
Movers & shakers come on!
there are no lyrics. Mensforth Hill is simply "something about england"
backwards..
(Strummer/Jones)
London's burning! London's burning!
All across the town, all across the night
Everybody's driving with full headlights
Black or white turn it on, face the new religion
Everybody's sitting 'round watching television!
London's burning with boredom now
London's burning dial 99999
I'm up and down the Westway, in an' out the lights
What a great traffic system - it's so bright
I can't think of a better way to spend the night
Then speeding around underneath the yellow lights
London's burning with boredom now
London's burning dial 99999
Now I'm in the subway and I'm looking for the flat
This one leads to this block, this one leads to that
The wind howls through the empty blocks looking for a home
I run through the empty stone because I'm all alone
London's burning with boredom now...
London's burning dial 99999
(Strummer/Jones)
London calling to the faraway towns
Now that war is declared-and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls
London calling, now don't look at us
All that phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain't got no swing
'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing
CHORUS
The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in
Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
London is drowning-and I live by the river
London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, an' go it alone
London calling upon the zombies of death
Quit holding out-and draw another breath
London calling-and I don't wanna shout
But when we were talking-I saw you nodding out
London calling, see we ain't got no highs
Except for that one with the yellowy eyesCHORUS
Now get this
London calling, yeah, I was there, too
An' you know what they said? Well, some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
After all this, won't you give me a smile?
I never felt so much a' like
(Dread/The Clash)
So you've got to live up to your name
Or else I'll put you to shame... Listen!
If you say you a selector
You a fe have good selection
A-and I say if you say you a de special
Man I say I want to know your potential
You a say you a madness
You a say you a de best
But when I put you 'pon you feet
A-some a-some a say you can't play de beat
And I hear you say a Clash a you ruler
Say a Clash sound cooler, eh!
Say a Clash sound sweeter
And now-a-days man a measure mile in a metre, eh!
Live up to your name
Or else you die in shame
A-and a so me say fe live up to your name
A so me tell you say you die in shame
Some a dem a bodysnatcher
Some a dem a barracuda, eh!
But who a know fe me Jah Jah
Fe me Jah a me creator, eh!
Flying saucers, rock-and-roll
Natty Dread a fe be in control
It's all in the whirlwind
I say you've gone with the blockhead
A-and I say me say dat some a dem a Sex Pistol
Nipple erectors
A so me tell you set dem sp...(?) man a gone
An...(?) farm(?)
And I'll tell you 'bout the X-generation...
Me know dem a victimed
'Cause dem no know fe me sweet Jah Jah, eh!
Clash a you ruler
Say a Clash sound cooler
A-and I tell you say a Clash sound sweeter
And now-a-days man measure mile in a metre
A none a dem deh measure gallon in a litre
And I tell you say me know dem a cheat ya
'Cause when you living inna fame
You got to live up to your name
Or else a suffer and you die inna shame
And I tell you say it's all in the game, eh!Some a say dem a selector
Dem a fe have good selection
Or else deh moving in the wrong direction
And deh no know dis a reggae vibration
A-and a so me say a Clash a you ruler
And dis ya one a say it a musically cooler, eh!
Me say fe live up to your name
Or else you suffer and you die inna shame
'Cause when you living inna fame
A so me tell you say it's all in the game
And so me talkin' about
Specials and Madness beats,
Big body snatcher, (?), eh!
Flying saucers, rock-and-roll
See you gone in the whirlwind
A-and I tell you say, a you a de blockhead
And some will tell you dat you dreader than dread
And a-some a say a Clash a you ruler
See a Clash sound cooler, aaaye!
Clash sound sweeter
Man a measure mile in a metre, eh!
When you living inna fame
You got to live up to your name
Or else you suffer and you die inna shame
It's all in the game, eh!
This is the game of life
We no wa' no strife
Game of life
We no wa' no strife, no no
Don't, no no no no
F*ckin' hell Mickey
THERE ARE NO LYTRICS TO THIS SONG
Now lightning strikes in old
New York
It may be dark but I wanna talk
It might rain, it might snow
Too many things I got to know
If this is spring than it's time to sing
Never mind the l'il birdies wing
Look out, look out, old New York
New York's coming an' New York talks
Hey! Strike! Not once...
Strike! But twice!
Get out your money - peel a slab
Roll some notes an' hail a cab
Drive in church drive in back
Drive down Seventh in a tank
Take in the sights, feel the breeze
See New York's one and only tree
It can be found in Garbage park
But don't inspect it after dark
Strike! New York! Lightning!
Not once but twice.
Accidental hike in the transit strike
Roller skate or ride a bike
Three to a car, Brooklyn Bridge
You won't get far if you're privileged
Graffiti Jack sprays in black
An Englishman can he read it back?
Deli Joe he ought to know
He runs the gang on Pastrami Row
Strike! Lightning strike!Because glass to glass, street to street
Buildings touch St. Peter's feet
From car to bar, prez to shah
Everything is in the jar
The 4 winds blow cos the 4 winds know
Takes a special hustle to make a roll
Honey girl on her feet
I wish everything to make her sweet
Strike! Twice! OK so roll!
From Harlem! Strike one!
Harlem slum to penthouse block
On every door I already knocked
There wasn't anybody that I didn't leave alone
Somebody lying under every stone
Everything that a man could need
In a bag down by my knee
That looks good, this ain't got seeds
Cheaper than booze down in the bowery
Lightning strike! Old New York!
Everything's light! Strike!
Hey ho such a night
I'll see y'all when the lightning strike
A polaroid caught in the act
You're married too and that's a fact
But I won't peek and I won't squeek
Down by the trucks on Christopher Street
It's Cuban Day - Oi Vey
Chinese New Year let's call it a day
Tootsie! Hey Chi man!
That melody is Puerto Rican
Hey Chi man is what he's speaking
An' there's the road down into London Town
Where many cars get broken down
It's the Westway from Ladbroke Grove
Runs down to Old Hounslow
Just thought I'd mention the new extention
That run's down the 59th street intersection
Did you hear the news y'all?
London Town on the Broadway!
(Strummer/Jones)
If it's true that a rich man leads a sad life
N' that's what they from day to day
Then what do all the poor do with their lives?
Have nothing to say on judgment day?
I've been beat up, I've been thrown
Out but I'm not down, I'm not down
I've been shown up, but I've grown up
And I'm not down, I'm not down
On my own I faced a gang of jeering in strange streets
When my nerves were pumping and I
Fought my fear in, I did not run
I was not doneAnd I have lived that kind of day
When one of your sorrows will go away
It goes down and down and hit the floor
Down and down and down some more
Depression
But I now there'll be some way
When I can swing everything back my way
Like skyscrapers rising up
Floor by floor, I'm not giving up
So you rock around and think that
You're the toughest
In the world, the whole wide world
But you're streets away from where
It gets the roughest
You ain't been there
(Strummer/Jones)
Everybody's looking for last gang in town
You better watch out for they're all comin' around
The sport of today is exciting
The in crowd are into infighting
When some punk sees some rock-olla
It's rock and roll all over
In every street and every station
Kids fight like different nations
And it's brawn against brain
And it's knife against chain
But it's all young blood
Flowing down the drain
The Crops hit the Stiffs
An' the Spikes whipped the Quiffs
They're all looking 'roundFor the last gang in town
Meanwhile down in black town
Those old soul rebels are haingin' around
An' when some punk come alooking for sound
Rastaferi goes to ground
The white heart flipped his pocket dipped
'Cos a black sharp knife never slips
And they never say to one antoher
That tomorrow we might kill our brothers
Down from the edge of London
The rockabily rebels came
From another edge of London
Skinhead gangs call out their name
But not the Zydeco kids
From the high rise
Though they can't be recognized
When you hear a cajun fiddle
Then you're nearly in the middle
Of the last gang in town
This is a public service announcement
With guitar
Know your rights all three of them
Number 1
You have the right not to be killed
Murder is a CRIME!
Unless it was done by a
Policeman or aristocrat
Know your rights
And Number 2
You have the right to food money
Providing of course you
Don't mind a little
Investigation, humiliation
And if you cross your fingers
Rehabilitation
Know your rights
These are your rights
Wang
Know these rights
Number 3
You have the right to free
Speech as long as you're not
Dumb enough to actually try it.Know your rights
These are your rights
All three of 'em
It has been suggested
In some quarters that this is not enough!
Well..............................
Get off the streets
Get off the streets
Run
You don't have a home to go to
Smush
Finally then I will read you your rights
You have the right to remain silent
You are warned that anything you say
Can and will be taken down
And used as evidence against you
Listen to this
Run
In these days you can get no rice
No razor blades but you can get knife
In these days see the people run
They have no food but the boy have gun
In these days they don't throw the stone
Nor use the voice they use the gun alone
In these days to be an oddity
Be hunted down like a scarcity
In these days don't beg for life
Wanna take Kingston advice?
Oh please don't beg for your life
In these days the beat is militant
Must be a clash there's no alternative
In these days nations are militant
We have slavery under government
In these days in the firmament
I look for signs that are permanentIn these days with no love to give
The world will turn with no one left to live
In these days I don't know what to do
The more I see the more I'm destitute
In these days I don't know what to sing
The more I know the less my tune can swing
In these days you can get no rice
No razor blades but you can get knife
In these days see the people run
They have no food but the boy have gun
Down the road came a Junco Partner
For he was loaded as can be
He was knocked out, knocked out loaded
He was a'wobblin' all over the street
Singing 6 months ain't no sentence
And one year ain't no time
I was born in Angola
Serving 14 to 99
Well I wish I had me $1 million dollars
Oh one million to call my own
I would raise meat and say, ";grow for me baby";
I would raise me a tobacco farmWell I wish I would have me a great deal of money
Yeah and mighty good things all over town
Now I ain't got no more money
All of my good friends are putting me down
So now I gotta pawn my rifle and pistol
Yeah I'm gonna pawn my watch and chain
I would have pawned my seat Gabriella
But the smart girl she wouldn't sign her name
Give me headstone when I die
(Strummer/Jones)
The police walked in for Jimmy Jazz
I said, he ain't here, but he sure went past
Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Jazz
Sattamassagana for Jimmy Dread
Cut off his ears and chop off his head
Police came looking for Jimmy Jazz
So if you're gonna take a message 'cross this town
Maybe put it down somewhere over the other side
See it gets to Jimmy JazzDon't you bother me, not anymore
I can't take this tale, oh, no more
It's all around, Jimmy Jazz
J-a-zee zee J-a-zed zed
J-a-zed zed Jimmy Jazz
And then it sucks, he said, suck that!
So go look all around, you can try your luck, brother
ANd see what you found
But I guarantee that it ain't your day
Chop! Chop!
(Strummer/Jones)
He's in love with rock'n'roll woaahh
He's in love with gettin' stoned woaahh
He's in love with Janie Jones
But he don't like his boring job, no...
An' he knows what he's got to do
So he knows he's gonna have fun with you
You lucky lady!
An' he knows when the evening comes
When his job is done he'll be over in his car for you
An' in the in-tray lots of work
But the boss at the firm always thinks he shirks
But he's just like everyone, he's got a Ford Cortina
That just won't run without fuel
Fill her up, Jacko!An' the invoice it don't quite fit,
There's no payola in his alphabetical file
This time he's gonna really tell the boss
Gonna really let him know exactly how he feels
It's pretty bad!
Let them know - how you feel
(Strummer/Jones)
Let me tell you 'bout Wayne and his deals of
cocaine
A little more every day
Holding for a friend till the band do well
Then the D.E.A. locked him away
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors
Bang bang, go the boots on the floor
Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors
An' I'll tell you 'bout Pete, didn't want no fame
Gave all his money away
";Well there's something wrong, it'll be good for you, son";
And so they certified him insane
And then there's Keith, waiting for trial
Twenty-five thousand bail
If he goes down you won't hear his sound
But his friends carry on anyway
Fuck 'em!
Jail guitar doors
54/46 was my number
Jail guitar doors
Right now someone else has that number
So you're on the floor, at 54
Think you can last - at the Palace
Does your body go to the to and fro?
But tonight's the night - or didn't you know
That Ivan meets G.I. Joe
He tried his tricks- that Ruskie bear
The United Nations said it's all fair
He did the radiation - the chemical plague
But he could not win - with a cossack spin
The Vostok Bomb - the Stalin strike
He tried every move - he tried to hitch hike
He drilled a hole - like a Russian star
He made every move in his repertoire
When Ivan meet G.I. JoeNow it was G.I. Joe's turn to blow
He turned it on - cool and slow
He tried a payphone call to the Pentagon
A radar scan - a leviathan
He wiped the Earth - clean as a plate
What does it take to make a Ruskie break?
But the crowd are bored and off they go
Over the road to watch China blow!
When Ivan meets G.I. Joe
(Strummer/Jones)
Well, I got a friend who's a man
What man?
The man who keeps me from the lovely
He gives me what I need
What you need? What you got?
I need it all so badly
CHORUS
Oh, anything I want he gives it to me
Anything I want he gives it, but not for free
It's hateful
And it's paid for and I'm so grateful to be nowhere
This year I've lost some friends
Some friends? What friends?
I dunno, I ain't even noticed
You see, I gotta go out again
Again? My friend
I gotta see that mainmanI killed all my nerves
My nerves? What swerves?
And I can't drive so steady
I've lost my memory
My mind? Behind!
I can't see so clearly
CHORUS
(Strummer/Jones)
Hate and war - the only things we got today
An' if I close my eyes
They will not go away
You have to deal with it
It is the currency
Hate...hate...hate...
The hate of a nation
A million miles from home
An' get war from the junkies
Who don't like my form
I'm gonna stay in the city
Even when the house fall down
I don't dream of a holiday
When hate an' war come aroundHate and war...
I have the will to survive
I cheat if I can't win
If someone locks me out
I kick my back in
An' if I get aggression
I give it to them two time back
Every day it's just the same
With hate an' war on my back
Hate and war - I hate all the English
Hate and war - they're just as bad as wops
Hate and war - I hate all the politeness
Hate and war - I hate all the cops
I wanna walk down any street
Looking like a creep
I don't care if I get beat up
By any Kebab Greek
(Strummer/Jones)
THE HIGH STREET SHOPS ARE BOARDED UP
AN' THE TERRACE IT IS FENCED IN
SEE-THROUGH SHIELDS ARE WALLED ACROSS
THE WAY THAT YOU CAME IN
BUT THERE'S NO NEED TO GET EXCITED
AS THE LORRIES BRING THE BACON IN
'COS THE HOUSEWIVES ARE ALL SINGING
GROOVY TIMES ARE HERE AGAIN
THEY DISCOVERED ONE BLACK SATURDAY
THAT MOBS DON'T MARCH THEY RUN
SO YOU CAN EXCUSE THE NERVOUS TRIGGERMAN
JUST THIS ONCE FOR JUMPING THE GUN
AS THEY WERE PICKING UP THE DEAD
OUT OF THE BROKEN GLASS
YES IT'S NUMBER ONE, THE RADIO SAID
GROOVY TIMES HAVE COME TO PASS!GROOVY TIMES GROOVY TIMES GROOVY TIMES
THE INTAKE IS ON THE UPTAKE
THE ACCELERATION'S PRETTY GRIM
I CAN REMEMBER HIS FIRST APPEARANCE
NOW LOOK WHAT'S HAPPENED TO HIM
SO THEY PUT HIM IN A DOG SUIT
LIKE FROM 1964
THE KING OF EARLY EVENING TV
GROOVY TIMES FOREVER MORE
GROOVY TIMES
(Strummer/Jones)
Back in the garage with my bullshit detector
Carbon monoxide making sure it's effective
People ringing up making offers for my life
But I just wanna stay in the garage all night
We're a garage band
We come from garageland
Meanwhile things are hotting up in the West End alright
Contracts in the offices, groups in the night
My bummin' slummin' friends have all got new boots
An' someone just asked me if the group would wear suits
I don't wanna hear about what the rich are doing
I don't wanna go to where the rich are going
They think they're so clever, they think they're so right
But the truth is only known by guttersnipes
There's twenty-two singers! But one microphone
Back in the garage
There's five guitar players! But one guitar
Back in the garage
Complaints! Complaints! Wot an old bag
Back in the garage
All night
(Strummer/Rhodes)
This here finger of mine
Is gonna point to the beat, right on time
This finger points in a brand new dance
This finger points for a new romance
This here finger's got no ring
It'll point at anything
This finger points gonna pop tonight
Gonna point at the best girl in sight
Don't talk shop
Fingerpop
Don't talk shop
Fingerpop
Girls, girls round the floor
Are you wondering what you came for
Why do these boys stand in groups
Are they urban tribes of fighting troops
Girls, girls it's time to act
Time to beat gonna make contact
Make it plain and make it clear
Just point out who you want to hear
Don't talk shop
Round the house
Fingerpop
Dont' talk shop
(???)
Man or mouse
Don't talk shop
Fingerpop
Don't talk shop
FingerpopBoys, boys cat got your tongue
Can't you see she's the prettiest one
Better act real hurt
Just turn around kickin' the dirt
This here (???) is on selling street
Tell the girl who you want to meet
This here finger gonna point tonight
Gonna point at the best girl in sight
Gonna move
Gonna move
Gonna move
Gonna move
Girls, girls go around the floor
Can't remember what you came here for
Don't talk shop
Fingerpop
Don't talk shop
Fingerpop
This here finger of mine
Gonna point to the beat, right on time
This finger points in a brand new dance
This finger points for a new romance
This here finger's got no ring
And it gets to point at anything
This finger points rock tonight
Gonna point at the best girl in sight
(Traditional; Arranged by Strummer/Jones)
WHEN JOHNNY COMES
MARCHING HOME AGAIN
HE'S COMING BY BUS OR UNDERGROUND
A WOMAN'S EYE WILL SHED A TEAR
TO SEE HIS FACE SO BEATEN IN FEAR
AN' IT WAS JUST AROUND THE CORNER IN THE ENGLISH CIVIL WAR
IT WAS STILL AT THE STAGE OF CLUBS AND FISTS
WHEN THAT WELL-KNOWN FACE GOT BEATEN TO BITS
YOUR FACE WAS BLUE IN THE LIGHT OF THE SCREEN
AS WE WATCHED THE SPEECH OF AN ANIMAL SCREAM
THE NEW PARTY ARMY WAS MARCHING RIGHT OVER OUR HEADS
ALRIGHT
THERE YOU ARE, HA HA, I TOLD YOU SO
SAYS EVERYBODY THAT WE KNOW
BUT WHO HID A RADIO UNDER THE STAIRS
AN' WHO GOT CAUGHT OUT ON THEIR UNAWARES?
WHEN THAT NEW PARTY ARMY CAME MARCHING RIGHT UP THE STAIRS
WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME AGAIN
NOBODY UNDERSTANDS IT CAN HAPPEN AGAIN
THE SUN IS SHINING AN' THE KIDS ARE SHOUTING LOUD
BUT YOU GOTTA KNOW IT'S SHINING THROUGH A CRACK IN THE CLOUD
AND THE SHADOWS KEEP FALLING WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME
(Strummer/Jones)
Drug stabbing time
Well I got working on the Ford line
A paying off the big fine
Drug stabbin' time
Drug stabbin' time
Is from nine to nine
Nobody wantsa user
Nobody needs a loser
So kick him out that door
An' don't answer it no more
Drug stabbin' time
It's a Greenwich Mean Time
Your friends all hate each other you think
You've got another
But who's at the door?
Don't answer it no more
Drug stabbin time
In a bedroom crime
There's a tape recording on a telephone line
An' it's ringin from the floor
So don't answer it no moreNow I was lying in my room
It was raining drugs all afternoon.
I hear this car pull up outside
Comes to a stop like, skreeee
Someone's in a hurry
'N someone better worry
'Cos these four guys all had on their feet
A pair of black shoes shining and neat
I thinks
Blackshoes on
No that's bad news
Here they come charging up the stairs alright
Sonny just tell us where
Drug stabbin time
Don't ask me mate
Working on the Ford line
Paying off the big fine
Drug stabbin' time
(Strummer/Rhodes)
Gonna be a dirty punk
Gonna rock your neighborhood
Do the sound of rebel funk
Turn it up loud like it should
I could hear your momma scream
She's gonna waste herself away
When your daddy smashed that TV screen
I understand what he had to say
I'm going to get me a big, big, big
Big, Big car
Then I'm gonna drive, drive, drive
I'm gonna drive so far
Up your boulevard
Up your boulevard
So far up your boulevard
Gonna be a dirty punk
While my brother dresses clean
He used to be the local hunk
The girls all ride in my machine(?)How bout the time I made him drunk
And he insult my brotherhood
I shout out I am a dirty punk
Gonna rock your neighbohood
I'm going to get a big, big, big
Big, Big car
Then I'm gonna drive, drive, drive
I'm gonna drive so far
Up your boulevard
Up your boulevard
So far up your boulevard
Gonna get a big, big, big
Go faster!
Then I'm gonna go! Big!
Let's go to (???)
Up your boulevard
Up your boulevard
Go so far up your boulevard
Gonna drive my big, big, big
Big, Big car
Then I'm gonna drive, drive, drive
I'm gonna drive so far
Up your boulevard
Up your boulevard
So far up your boulevard
(Strummer/Rhodes)
Yes I am the dictator the more guns I got the better
Yes I am the liquidator I carry the old Beretta
You know there once was freedom
You know how dangerous that can be
The people used to dance & sing
& they used to run wild in the streets
But now I am the voice
Howling from your radio
From my armour plated Cadillac
You'll hear what I say goes
Yes I am the dictator I satisfy the U.S. team
I always do my killing in the woods & keep the city gutters clean
Cos I need a few more dollars
For my fighter pilot to be free
To dive bomb on the population
If they go running wild in the streets
Yes I am that voice...etc
Yes I am the crusador I spent twenty years in exile
But now I am the invader & I'm never never gonna die
Yes I am the dictator my name is on your ballot sheet
But until my box has your cross you know the form is incomplete
And you know........etc
(Strummer/Jones)
DENY
YOU'RE SUCH A LIAR
YOU WON'T KNOW THE TRUTH IF IT HITS YOU IN THE EYE
DENY
YOU'RE SUCH A LIAR
YOU'RE SELLING YOUR NO-NO ALL THE TIME
AN' YOU SAID WE WERE GOING OUT
TO THE 100 CLUB
THEN YOU SAID IT AIN'T MY SCENE
BUT THEN YOU TURNED UP ALONE
THEN YOU TURNED UP ALONE
THEN YOU SAID YOU'D GIVEN IT UP
GONE AN' KICKED IT IN THE HEAD
YOU SAID YOU AIN'T HAD NONE FOR WEEKS
BUT BABY I SEEN YOUR ARMS
BABY I SEEN YOUR ARMSDO YOU THINK I'M A RAVING IDIOT?
JUST GOT OFF THE BOAT
STEP IN LINE, SIGN THIS FORM - YOU AIN'T GOT A HOPE
BABY AIN'T GOT A HOPE - YOU AIN'T GOT A HOPE
WHAT A LIAR - DENY
WHAT A LIAR
(Strummer/Jones)
Every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the
world
And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl
Love 'n' hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands
The hands that slap his kids around 'cause they don't understand
How death or glory becomes just another story
How death or glory becomes just another story
'N' every gimmick hungry yob digging gold from rock 'n' roll
Grabs the mike to tell us he'll die before he's sold
But i believe in this-and it's been tested by research
That he who fucks nun will later join the church
From every dingy basement on every dingy street
I hear every dragging handclap over every dragging beat
That's just the beat of time-the beat that must go on
If you been trying for years-then we already heard your song
(Strummer/Rhodes)
Rebels on the corner
Rebels to the core
Got a million dollar question
What is livin' for?
Hey! Man can scratch a livin'
In a fat man's city class
The teacher is survival
But soon the present will be the past
So!
Be cool under heat
Be cool under heat
Be cool on the street
Be cool under heat
When you're rockin' down
On a cold hard night
Pitiless eyes of the cityless souls
Narrow in the lights
Sorrow upon sorrow
Go ganging up in your head
You can leave it till tomorrow
If you can balance on the edgeHey!
Be cool under heat
Be cool under heat
Be cool on the street
Be cool under heat
When the baby and you got to fight
Go cool your love in the rain
When the match refuses to strike
Show that you really are in pain
I'm giving you a warning
Gonna burn those blue suede shoes
Swagger in the mornin'
Prints up front page news
Be cool under heat
Be cool under heat
Be cool on the street
Be cool under heat
(Strummer/Jones)
They said release 'Remote Control'
But we didn't want it on the label
They said, ";Fly to Amsterdam";
The people laughed but the press went mad
Ooh ooh ooh someone's really smart
Ooh ooh ooh complete control, that's a laugh
On the last tour my mates couldn't get in
I'd open up the back door but they'd get run out again
At every hotel we was met by the Law
Come for the party - come to make sure!
Ooh ooh ooh have we done something wrong?
Ooh ooh ooh complete control, even over this song
They said we'd be artistically free
When we signed that bit of paper
They meant let's make a lotsa mon-ee
An' worry about it later
Ooh ooh ooh I'll never understand
Ooh ooh ooh complete control - lemme see your other hand!
All over the news spread fast
They're dirty, they're filthy
They ain't gonna last!
This is Joe Public speaking
I'm controlled in the body, controlled in the mind
Total
C-o-n control - that means you!
(Strummer/Jones)
An' I wanna move the town to the clash city
rockers
You need a little jump of electrical shockers
You better leave town if you only wanna knock us
Nothing stands the pressure of the clash city rockers
You see the rate they come down the escalator
Now listen to the tube train accelerator
Then you realise that you got to have a purpose
Or this place is gonna knock you out sooner or later
So don't complain about your useless employment
Jack it in forever tonight
Or shut your mouth and pretend you enjoy it
Think of all the money you've gotAn' I wanna liquefy everybody gone dry
Or plug into the aerials that poke up in the sky
Or burn down the suburbs with the half-closed eyes
You won't succeed unless you try
You owe me a move say the bells of St. Groove
Come on and show me say the bells of Old Bowie
When I am fitter say the bells of Gary Glitter
No one but you and I say the bells of Prince Far-I
No one but you and I say the bells of Prince Far-I
An' I wanna move the town to the clash city rockers
You need a little jump of electrical shockers
You better leave town if you only wanna knock us
Nothing stands the pressure of the clash city rockers
Rock rock Clash city rockers
(Strummer/Jones)
FRIDAY OR SATURDAY, WHAT DOES THAT MEAN
SHORT SPACE OF TIME NEEDS A HEAVY SCENE
MONDAY IS COMING LIKE A JAIL ON WHEELS
48 HOURS NEEDS 48
48 HOURS NEEDS 48
48 HOURS NEEDS 48
THRILLS
48 THRILLS
SO TELL ME AN' I'LL TAKE THE TUBE
YOU KNOW A GIRL, YEAH WELL SHE'S BOUND TO BE RUDE
CAN'T GET NOTHING AT THE PLACES I'VE BEENI'VE COMBED THIS TOWN FROM TOP TO BOTTOM
I TRY TO GET AROUND BUT MY LEGS ARE BROKEN
EVERY TIME I MISS IT 'COS I AIN'T GOT A TICKET
48 HOURS NEEDS 48 THRILLS
KICKING FOR KICKS
(Strummer/Jones)
IN 1977 I HOPE I GO TO HEAVEN
COS I BEEN TOO LONG ON THE DOLE
AND I CAN'T WORK AT ALL
DANGER STRANGER
YOU BETTER PAINT YOUR FACE
NO ELVIS, BEATLES, OR THE ROLLING STONES
IN 1977
IN 1977
KNIVES IN WEST 11
LENT SO LUCKY TO BE RICH
STEN GUNS IN KNIGHTSBRIDGEDANGER STRANGER
YOU BETTER PAINT YOUR FACE
NO ELVIS, BEATLES OR THE ROLLING STONES
IN 1977
IN 1977
YOU'RE ON THE NEVER NEVER
YOU THINK IT CAN'T GO ON FOREVER
BUT THE PAPERS SAY IT'S BETTER
I DON'T CARE 'COS I'M NOT ALL THERE
NO ELVIS, BEATLES OR THE ROLLING STONES
IN 1977
SOD THE JUBILEE
IN 1978
IN 1979
STAYED IN BED
IN 1980
IN 1981
THE TOILET DON'T WORK
IN 1982
IN 1983
HERE COME THE POLICE
IN 1984
(Strummer/Jones)
I GET VIOLENT WHEN I'M FUCKED UP
I GET SILENT WHEN I'M DRUGGED UP
WANT EXCITEMENT, DON'T GET NONE, I GO WILD
I DON'T KNOW WHAT CAN BE DONE ABOUT IT
IF YOU PLAY THE GAME YOU GET NOTHING OUT OF IT
FIND OUT FOR YOURSELF TRY BEIN' A GOODY GOODY
YOU BETTER CHEAT CHEAT
NO REASON TO PLAY FAIR
CHEAT CHEAT OR DON'T GET ANYWHERE
CHEAT CHEAT IF YOU CAN'T WINNOBODY KNOWS WHAT THEY ARE DOING
IT'S BEYOND YOUR CONTROL, AN' FRIDAY NIGHT'S A RUIN
IF YOU WANNA SURVIVE YOU BETTER LEARN HOW TO LIE
DON'T USE THE RULES
THEY'RE NOT FOR YOU, THEY'RE FOR THE FOOLS
AND YOU'RE A FOOL IF YOU DON'T KNOW THAT
SO USE THE RULE YOU STUPID FOOL
(Strummer/Jones)
The offered me the office, offered me the
shop
They said I'd better take anything they'd got
Do you wanna make tea at the BBC?
Do you wanna be, do you really wanna be a cop?
Career opportunities are the ones that never knock
Every job they offer you is to keep you out the dock
Career opportunity, the ones that never knock
I hate the army an' I hate the R.A.F.
I don't wanna go fighting in the tropical heat
I hate the civil service rules
And I won't open letter bombs for you
Bus driver....ambulance man....ticket inspectorThey're gonna have to introduce conscription
They're gonna have to take away my prescription
If they wanna get me making toys
If they wanna get me, well, I got no choice
Careers
Careers
Careers
Ain't never gonna knock
(Strummer/Jones)
YES, IT'S TIME FOR THE DR. GOEBBELS
SHOW!
THERE'S A TOWER IN THE HEART OF LONDON
WITH A RADIO STATION RIGHT AT THE TOP
THEY DON'T MAKE THE CITY BEAT
THEY'RE MAKING ALL THE ACTION STOP
A LONG TIME AGO THERE WERE PIRATES
BEAMING WAVES FROM THE SEA
BUT NOW ALL THE STATIONS ARE SILENCED
'COS THEY AIN'T GOT A GOVERNMENT LICENSEWANNA TELL YOUR PROBLEMS
PHONE IN FROM YOUR BEDSIT ROOM
HAVING TROUBLE WITH YOUR PARTNER
LET US ALL IN ON THE NEWS
IF YOU WANNA HEAR A RECORD
GET THE WORD FROM AIDEN DAY
HE PICKS ALL THE HITS TO PLAY
TO KEEP YOU IN YOUR PLACE ALL DAY
CAPITAL RADIO
IN TUNE WITH NOTHING
DON'T TOUCH THAT DIAL
(Strummer/Jones)
MY DADDY WAS A BANKROBBER
BUT HE NEVER HURT NOBODY
HE JUST LOVED TO LIVE THAT WAY
AND HE LOVED TO STEAL YOUR MONEY
SOME IS RICH, AND SOME IS POOR
THAT'S THE WAY THE WORLD IS
BUT I DON'T BELIEVE IN LYING BACK
SAYlN' HOW BAD YOUR LUCK IS
SO WE CAME TO JAZZ IT UP
WE NEVER LOVED A SHOVEL
BREAK YOUR BACK TO EARN YOUR PAY
AN' DON'T FORGET TO GROVEL
THE OLD MAN SPOKE UP IN A BAR
SAID I NEVER BEEN IN PRISON
A LIFETIME SERVING ONE MACHINE
IS TEN TIMES WORSE THAN PRISONIMAGINE IF ALL THE BOYS IN JAIL
COULD GET OUT NOW TOGETHER
WHADDA YOU THINK THEY'D WANT TO SAY TO US?
WHILE WE WAS BEING CLEVER
SOMEDAY YOU'LL MEET YOUR ROCKING CHAIR
COS THAT'S WHERE WE'RE SPINNING
THERE'S NO POINT TO WANNA COMB YOUR HAIR
WHEN IT'S GREY AND THINNING
RUN RABBIT RUN
STRIKE OUT BOYS, FOR THE HILLS
I CAN FIND THAT HOLE IN THE WALL
AND I KNOW THAT THEY NEVER WILL
Now the corporations stopped!
Stopped pushing fast food
Been a multiple shooting
Downtown at the bank
Reluctantly the panic begins
To catch fire
But it did not affect
The steady sale of jun
The state office looked
It looked like Hollywood
With make-up bleeding all over the cracks
Wo he blew his lines
Facing the cameras
He suffered the first
CHORUS
All live heart attack
Oh you've caught an even atom tan
The motor-cyanide
Cyanide suicide
He finally found the brick wall in his life
Shining up his engine
He dressed right up for it
At the top of the speedo
He crumpled the bike
There's plenty people runnin' runnin' for cover-
Hoping at best to hold off al the rest
Once last stand at the bunker fire
Machine gun and pitchfork and breast
CHORUSBut it isn't so easy
So easy for lovers
Chained in love
Stained at the top of the tower
The pink hearse is leaving at funeral speed
Driving your heart
Away with the flowers
All night I waited
I waited for a horseman
His ever faithful
His Indian friend
I'm not the only one
Of the caped crusader fan club watching the sky
For mankind's friend
CHORUS
Oh you've caught an even atom tan
Calamine
(W. Williams/J. Mitoo)
STAY AROUND DON'T PLAY AROUND
THIS OLD TOWN AND ALL
SEEMS LIKE I GOT TO TRAVEL ON
A LOT OF PEOPLE WON'T GET NO SUPPER TONIGHT
A LOT OF PEOPLE WON'T GET NO JUSTICE TONIGHT
THE BATTLE IS GETTIN HOTTER
IN THIS IRATION, ARMAGIDEON TIME
A LOT OF PEOPLE RUNNIN AND A HIDING TONIGHT
A LOT OF PEOPLE WON'T GET NO JUSTICE TONIGHT
REMEMBER TO KICK IT OVER
NO ONE WILL GUIDE YOU - ARMAGIDEON TIME
AD LIB VOCALS
(Strummer/Rhodes)
Patriots of the wasteland torching two
hundred years
Dragging my spirit back into the dungeon again
Bring back crucification cry the moral death's head legion
Using steel nails manufactured by the slaves in Asia
You wont fall for that law and order is a baton in the rib
You wont fall for that just like your mummy & your daddy did
Blood inside a fountain pen wrote you out of life again
& who knows any better than to kick and scratch under English weather
>From a chain gang to the mill. The mill that sits on top of the hill
The fog drowned towns arr gonna have to fade
The wrong side of the a scissor blade
You wont fall for that law and order is a baton in the rib
You wont fall for that just like your mummy & your daddy did
I'll eat my hat I'm gonna be sick
They own the pack while we play the three card trick
Dont you remember the place
Where we hid the ace?
Yeah not thick but slick
Now we all gotta play the three card trick
(Strummer/Jones/Levene)
What the hell is wrong with me? I'm not
who I want to be
I tired spot cream an' I tried it all I'm crawling up the wall!
What's my name naaaame...naaaame....naaaame....
I tried to join a ping-pong club, sign on the door said all full up!
I got nicked, fighting in the road an' the judge didn't even know
What's my name
Dad go pissed so I got clocked
Couldn't hear the Tannoy so he lost the lot
Offers Mum a bribe through the letter box
Drives you fucking mad
What's my name
Now I'm round the back of your house at night
Peeping in the window - are you sleeping tight?
I laugh at your locks with my celloid strip
An' you won't know who came
What's my name
(Strummer/Rhodes)
Punk rockers, hip-hoppers
Brit poppers, show stoppers
Beboppers, hair droppers
Are you ready to sing?
Right wing, left wing
I want something
To see me through (???)
Bout what do you think
We ain't gonna be treated like trash
We got one thing
We are the Clash
What?
We are the Clash
It's like a patch
You can strike that match
With my guitar now
(???) last dance
I see them where they (???)
How they usually stayBeating on a drum
Did they tell them 'take it in'
Got the (???)
Where the fat boy blew
We ain't gonna be treated like trash
We got one thing
We are the Clash
That's right
We are the Clash
It's like a patch
You can strike that match
Home fires burnin'
In motorcycle city
The rockin' gods will choose
If I'm worthy to live
The first (???) engine
(???) forty-six
And there's no more (???)
To imitate respect
We ain't gonna be treated like trash
We got one thing
We are the Clash
Don't take no shit
We are the Clash
Do ya hear me?
It's like a patch
You can strike that match
Down the road came a Junco Partner
For he was loaded as can be
He was knocked out, knocked out loaded
He was a'wobblin' all over the street
Singing six
Six
Well I wish I would have me a great deal of money
Yeah and a-mighty
Give me
Down
Junco Partner
Well I'm down
The towers of London, these crumbling
rocks
Reality estates that the hero's got
And every hour's maked by the chime of a clock
And whatcha gonna do when the darkness surrounds?
You can piss in the lifts which have broken down
You can watch from the debris the last bedroom light
We're invisible here just past midnight
The wives hate their husbands and their husbands don't care
Their children daub slogans to prove they lived there
A giant pipe organ up in the air
You can't live in a home which should not have been built
By the bourgeoise clerks who bear no guilt
When the wind hits this building this building it tilts
One day it will surely fall to the ground...
Fear is just another commodity here
They sell us peeping holes to peek when we hear
A bang on the door resoundingly clear
Who would really want to move in here?
The children play faraway, the corridors are bare
This room is a cage its like captivity
How can anyone exist in such misery?
It has been said not only here
";Allianza dollars are spent
To raise the towering buildings
For the weary bones of the workers
To go back in the morning
To be strong in the morning";
(Strummer/Jones)
Say you stand by your man
Tell me something I don't understand
You said you love me and that's a fact
Then you left me, said you felt trapped
Well some things you can explain away
But my heartache's in me till this day
CHORUS
Did you stand by me
No, not at all
Did you stand by me
No way
All the times
When we were close
I'll remember these things the most
I see all my dreams come tumbling down
I won't be happy without you around
So all alone I keep the wolves at bay
There is only one thing that I can say
CHORUS
You must explain why this must be
Did you lie when you spoke to meDid you stand by me
No, not at all
Now I got a job
But it don't pay
I need new clothes
I need somewhere to stay
But without all these things I can do
But without your love I won't make it through
But you don't understand my point of view
I suppose there's nothing I can do
CHORUS
You must explain why this must be
Did you lie when you spoke to me?
Did you stand by me
Did you stand by me
No, not at all
Did you stand by me
No way
Did you stand by me
No, not at all
Did you stand by me
No way
(Strummer/Jones)
TOMMY GUN
YOU AIN'T HAPPY LESS YOU GOT ONE
TOMMY GUN
AIN'T GONNA SHOOT THE PLACE UP
JUST FOR FUN
MAYBE HE WANTS TO DIE FOR THE MONEY
MAYBE HE WANTS TO KILL FOR HIS COUNTRY
WHATEVER HE WANTS, HE'S GONNA GET IT!
TOMMY GUN
YOU BETTER STRIP IT DOWN FOR A CUSTOM RUN
TOMMY GUN
WAITING IN THE AIRPORT 'TILL KINGDOM COME
AN' WE CAN WATCH YOU MAKE IT
ON THE NINE O'CLOCK NEWS
STANDING THERE IN PALESTINE LIGHTING THE FUSE
WHATEVER YOU WANT, YOU'RE GONNA GET IT
TOMMY GUN
YOU'LL BE DEAD WHEN YOUR WAR IS WON
TOMMY GUN
BUT DID YOU HAVE TO GUN DOWN EVERYONE?
I CAN SEE IT'S KILL OR BE KILLED
A NATION OF DESTINY HAS GOT TO BE FULFILLED
WHATEVER YOU WANT, YOU'RE GONNA GET IT!TOMMY GUN
YOU CAN BE A HERO IN AN AGE OF NONE
TOMMY GUN
I'M CUTTING OUT YOUR PICTURE FROM PAGE ONE
I'M GONNA GET A JACKET JUST LIKE YOURS
AN' GIVE MY FALSE SUPPORT TO YOUR CAUSE
WHATEVER YOU WANT, YOU'RE GONNA GET IT!
BOATS AN' TANKS AND PLANES, IT'S YOUR GAME
KINGS AN' QUEENS AN' GENERALS LEARN YOUR NAME
I SEE ALL THE INNOCENTS, THE HUMAN SACRIFICE
AND IF DEATH COMES SO CHEAP
THEN THE SAME GOES FOR LIFE!
(Booker T. Jones)(Instrumental)
(Strummer/Jones/Headon/Simonon)
INTERRUPTING ALL PROGRAMMES
THIS IS RADIO CLASH FROM PIRATE SATELLITE
ORBITING YOUR LIVING ROOM,
CASHING IN THE BILL OF RIGHTS
CUBAN ARMY SURPLUS OR REFUSING ALL THIRD LIGHTS
THIS IS RADIO CLASH ON PIRATE SATELLITE
THIS SOUND DOES NOT SUBSCRIBE
TO THE INTERNATIONAL PLAN
IN THE PSYCHO SHADOW OF THE WHITE RIGHT HAND
THEN THAT SEE GHETTOLOGY AS AN URBAN VIET NAM
GIVING DEADLY EXHIBITIONS OF MURDER BY NAPALM
THIS IS RADIO CLASH TEARING UP THE SEVEN VEILS
THIS IS RADIO CLASH PLEASE SAVE US, NOT THE WHALES
THIS IS RADIO CLASH UNDERNEATH A MUSHROOM CLOUD
THIS IS RADIO CLASH
YOU DON'T NEED THAT FUNERAL SHROUDFORCES HAVE BEEN LOOTING
MY HUMANITY
CURFEWS HAVE BEEN CURBING
THE END OF LIBERTY
HANDS OF LAW HAVE SORTED THROUGH
MY IDENTITY
BUT NOW THIS SOUND IS BRAVE
AND WANTS TO BE FREE - ANYWAY TO BE FREE
THIS IS RADIO CLASH ON PIRATE SATELLITE
THIS IS NOT FREE EUROPE
NOH AN ARMED FORCE NETWORK
THIS IS RADIO CLASH USING AUDIO AMMUNITION
THIS IS RADIO CLASH CAN WE GET THAT WORLD TO LISTEN?
THIS IS RADIO CLASH USING AURAL AMMUNITION
THIS IS RADIO CLASH CAN WE GET THAT WORLD TO LISTEN?
THIS IS RADIO CLASH ON PIRATE SATELLITE
ORBITING YOUR LIVING ROOM,
CASHING IN THE BILL OF RIGHTS
THIS IS RADIO CLASH ON PIRATE SATELLITE
THIS IS RADIO CLASH EVERYBODY HOLD ON TIGHT
A-RIGGY DIGGY DIG DANG DANG
GO BACK TO URBAN 'NAM
(Strummer/Rhodes)
I hear a gang fire on a human factory farm
Are they howling out or doing somebody harm
On a catwalk jungle somebody grabbed my arm
A voice spoke so cold it matched the weapon in her palm
This is England
This knife of Sheffield steel
This is England
This is how we feel
Time on his hands freezing in those clothes
He won't go for the carrot
They beat him by the pole
Some sunny day confronted by his soul
He's out at sea, too far off, he can't go home
This is England
What we're supposed to die for
This is England
And we're never gonna cry no moreBlack shadow of the Vincent
Falls on a Triumph line
I got my motorcycle jacket
But I'm walking all the time
South Atlantic wind blows
Ice from a dying creed
I see no glory
When will we be free
This is England
We can chain you to the rail
This is England
We can kill you in a jail
The British boots go kick them
Got 'em in the head
Police ain't watchin'
The newspapers been read
Who cares to protest
A (???) in the eye like a flare
Out came the batons and
The British warned themselves
This is England
The land of (il)legal dances
This is England
Land of a thousand stances
This is England
This knife of Sheffield steel
This is England
This is how we feel
This is England
This is England
When I was waiting for your phonecall
The one that never came
Like a man about to burst
I was dying of thirst
Though I will never fade
Or get lost in this daze
Though I will disappear
Into the street parade
It's not too hard to cry
In these crying times
I'll take a broken heart
And take it home in parts
But I will never fadeI was in this place
By the first church of the city
I saw tears on the face
The face of a visionary
Though I will disappear
To join the street parade
Disappear and fade
Into the street parade
As the floods of God
Wash away sin city
They say it was written
In the page of the Lord
But I was looking
For that great jazz note
That destroyed
The walls of Jericho
The winds of fear
Whip away the sickness
The messages on the tablet
Was valium
As the planets form
That golden cross Lord
I'll see you on
The holy cross roads
After all this time
To believe in Jesus
After all those drugs
I thought I was Him
After all my lying
And a-crying
And my suffering
I ain't good enough
I ain't clean enough
To be HimThe tribal wars
Burning up the homeland
The fuel of evil
Is raining from the sky
The sea of lava
Flowing down the mountain
The time will sleep
Us sinners by
Holy rollers roll
Give generously now
Pass the hubcap please
Thank you Lord
Say, where did I see this guy?
In Red River?
Or a place in the sun?
Maybe the Misfits?
Or From Here to Eternity?
Everybody say, ";Is he all right?";
And everybody say, ";What's he like?";
Everybody say, ";He sure look funny.";
That's...Montgomery Clift, honey!
New York, New York, New York, 42nd Street
Hustlers rustle and pimps pimp the beat
Monty Clift is recognized at dawn
He ain't got no shoes and his clothes are torn
I see a car smashed at night
Cut the applause and dim the light
Monty's face is broken on a wheel
Is he alive? Can he still feel?Nembutol numbs it all
But I prefer alcohol
He said go out and get me my old movie stills
Go out and get me another roll of pills
There I go again shaking, but I ain't got the chills
ARRRGHHHGORRA BUH BHUH DO ARRRRGGGGHHHHNNNN!!!!
Ring! Ring! It's 7:00 A.M.!
Move y'self to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
Knuckle merchants and you bankers, too
Must get up an' learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet
A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too
Churning out that boogaloo
Gets you up and gets you out
But how long can you keep it up?
Gimme Honda, Gimme Sony
So cheap and real phony
Hong Kong dollars and Indian cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Give it all you got!
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Yeah!
Working for a rise, better my station
Take my baby to sophistication
She's seen the ads, she thinks it's nice
Better work hard - I seen the price
Never mind that it's time for the bus
We got to work - an' you're one of us
Clocks go slow in a place of work
Minutes drag and the hours jerk
";When can I tell 'em wot I do?
In a second, maaan...oright Chuck!";
Wave bub-bub-bub-bye to the boss
It's our profit, it's his loss
But anyway lunch bells ring
Take one hour and do your thanng!
Cheeesboiger!
What do we have for entertainment?
Cops kickin' Gypsies on the pavement
Now the news - snap to attention!
The lunar landing of the dentist convention
Italian mobster shoots a lobster
Seafood restaurant gets out of hand
A car in the fridge
Or a fridge in the car?
Like cowboys do - in T.V. landYou lot! What? Don't stop. Huh?
So get back to work an' sweat some more
The sun will sink an' we'll get out the door
It's no good for man to work in cages
Hits the town, he drinks his wages
You're frettin', you're sweatin'
But did you notice you ain't gettin'?
Don't you ever stop long enough to start?
To take your car outta that gear
Don't you ever stop long enough to start?
To get your car outta that gear
Karlo Marx and Fredrich Engels
Came to the checkout at the 7-11
Marx was skint - but he had sense
Engels lent him the necessary pence
What have we got? Yeh-o, magnificence!!
Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went on to win 50-nil
You can be true, you can be false
You be given the same reward
Socrates and Milhous Nixon
Both went the same way - through the kitchen
Plato the Greek or Rin Tin Tin
Who's more famous to the billion millions?
News Flash: Vacuum Cleaner Sucks Up Budgie
Oooohh...bub-bye
Magnificence!!
FUCKING LONG, INNIT?
Don't you ever stop
Long enough to start
Take your car out of that gear
Don't you ever stop
Long enough to start
Get your car out of that gear
No! Gangboss no!
We don't want the whip!
As you get weaker - it will get harder
So don't be like him
Keep your bones of effort and strngth
Don't sell them to him
We don't want no gangboss
We want to equalize
To my fathers fathers fathers father
Work was no joy
When his son had grown of age
You got to work now boy
Never ceasing for many years
Want to follow that boy?
Till half and half is equalized
Put down the tools
See the car see the house
See the fabulous jewels
See the world you have built it with shoulders of iron
See the world but it is not yours say the stealers of Zion
Geneva
Wall Street
Who makes them so fat?
Well well me an' you better think about that
In overdrive whooo
Till humanize is equalize
Put down the tools
Every face on every side
Throw down the tools
Stay at home
Don't check with Rome paint strike on the door
It's one to one the fight is on so don't go to war
We don't need no gangboss
We have to equalize
If you can play on the fiddle
How's about a British jig and reel?
Speaking King's English in quotation
As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust water froze
In the generation
Clear as winter ice
This is your paradise
There ain't no need for ya
Go straight to hell boys
Y'wanna join in a chorus
Of the Amerasian blues?
When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City
Kiddie say papa papa papa papa-san take me home
See me got photo photo
Photograph of you
Mamma Mamma Mamma-san
Of you and Mamma Mamma Mamma-san
Lemme tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo kid.
It ain't Coca-Cola it's rice.
Straight to hell
Oh Papa-san
Please take me home
Oh Papa-san
Everybody they wanna go home
So Mamma-san says
You wanna play mind-crazed banjo
On the druggy-drag ragtime U.S.A.?
In Parkland International
Hah! Junkiedom U.S.A.
Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove
and rat poison
The volatile Molatov says-PSSST...
HEY CHICO WE GOT A MESSAGE FOR YA...
VAMOS VAMOS MUCHACHO
FROM ALPHABET CITY ALL THE WAY A TO Z, DEAD, HEAD
Go straight to hell
Can you really cough it up loud and strong
The immigrants
They wanna sing all night long
It could be anywhere
Most likely could be any frontier
Any hemisphere
No man's land and there ain't no asylum here
King Solomon he never lived round here
Go straight to hell boys
Now the king told the boogie men
You have to let that raga drop
The oil down the desert way
Has been shakin' to the top
The sheik he drove his Cadillac
He went a' cruisnin' down the ville
The muezzin was a' standing
On the radiator grille
CHORUS
The shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
The shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
By order of the prophet
We ban that boogie sound
Degenerate the faithful
With that crazy Casbah sound
But the Bedouin they brought out
The electric camel drum
The local guitar picker
Got his guitar picking thumb
As soon as the shareef
Had cleared the square
They began to wail
CHORUS
Now over at the temple
Oh! They really pack 'em in
The in crowd say it's cool
To dig this chanting thing
But as the wind changed direction
The temple band took five
The crowd caught a wiff
Of that crazy Casbah jive
CHORUSThe king called up his jet fighters
He said you better earn your pay
Drop your bombs between the minarets
Down the Casbah way
As soon as the shareef was
Chauffeured outta there
The jet pilots tuned to
The cockpit radio blare
As soon as the shareef was
Outta their hair
The jet pilots wailed
CHORUS
He thinks it's not kosher
Fundamentally he can't take it.
You know he really hates it.
(Strummer/Rhodes)
Spoken
Voice: Hey (???) piranah
Joe: Yup and the piranah got it
V: Yeah, well if it's hooligan you want
J: We British will tear upon the street
V: (???)
J: I see you've lived in Germany.
V: Yankee (???)
J: (???)
V: (???)
Sung
I long for the prairie
Of the wild frontier
We got to take it to the space age
(???) back at pioneers
V:I thought I'd call a taxi
J: Well what you got is a police car
V: Are you gonna (???) cleanin'?
J: (???) use a burglar
V: (???)
J: I'll say to give you a kiss
V: No (???)
J: Come on lets go out get smashedI long for the prairie
Of the wild frontier
We got to take it to the space age
(???) back at pioneers
V: What kind of food for the picnic
J: Hey don't worry about our (???)
V: (???) obviously then
J: Well everyday seems the same
V: No. I don't want (???)
J: Look at you. Turn your plastic into gold.
V: (???)
J: Just get your face in a centerfold
V: 2,3,4
I long for the prairie
Of the wild frontier
We got to take it to the space age
(???) back at pioneers
If you ain't reggae for it..funk out!
No-one knocking at your door?
Overpowered by funk? Funk out!
Combatative, repetitive
Don't life just funk you out?
Asanine, stupifying
Can the clone line dry you out?
Part of the swarming mass? Funk out!
Slugged by the new increase?
Scared of the human bomb?
Overpowered by funk? Funk out!
Buy dog food
Rogue elephants
Tarzan on a ticker tape
Breakfast, serials?
You know you can't escape
Overpowered by funk
Don't you love our Western ways?
Car crashed by funk
Don't you love our Western ways?Benny Goodman, trial by jury
A phone box-full of books
Dustcarts and sunrise
No-one gets off the hooks car crashed...
Food for the hungry millions? Funk out!
Home for the floating people?
Skin for the napalm victim?
Overdrunk on power
Funk out!
The final game will be solitaire
Overdrunk on power...funk out
Picture frame, tickets here
For the graffiti train
People at home show you care
Don't try
Fry me in your shockin' chairs
Funkpower over and out
This is a message from Futura
Don't prophisize the future
I liven up the culture
Because I'm deadly as a vulture
I paint on civilization
It's environmentally wack
So presenting my attack
I'll brighten up your shack
I'm down by law
That's a fact
Just give me a wall.
Any building dull or tall
I spray clandestine night subway
I cover red purple on top of grey
Hey, no slashing cuz it ain't the way
The T.A. blew 40 mil they say
We thew down by night
They scrubbed it off by day
OK tourists
Hey anybody got a cigarette?
Has anybody got a cigarette
Haven't you declared a disaster zone
Ho! Your car is a total wreck
And I just can't go back home
My girl if she had the dope
We'd get the messieurs on the phone
I still got to get up and go home
Don't start driving on my headstone
Go!
Life is wild life is free
Make him want to stop, gonna fall on me
Life is wild life is free
Make him want to stop, gonna (???) me
Here's to all of my kindred souls
He got a life but ain't got no style
Well heard that your story goes
You nearly broke down after half a mileHey that is the way it goes
You better keep a note on file
You'll have to reap what I suppose
Gets you a floor and a (???)
Life is wild life is free
Make him want to stop, gonna fall on me
Life is wild life is free
Make him want to stop, gonna (???) me
Somebody got a cigarette?
A guitar or a blank cassette
Hey! The last thing he'd expect in his bar
Gonna chart the rise of my star
Life is wild life is free
Make him want to stop, gonna fall on me
Life is wild life is free
Make him want to stop, gonna (???) me
Summon up the mas! Play on the pan!
Staring dreads are jerking their locks
As the white star liner sank in the docks
But on the drummers face, there is a look of dread
As he drums away 400 years of dread
The dancer man-in the power of mas
Is smoking ti the mighty sparrow's blast
But you better be careful
You still got to watch yourself
You wanna be crazy
So you wanna go crazy
Let's go crazy
So you wanna be crazy
Then let's go crazy
Let's go crazy
The lawful force are here of course
For special offenders for the special court
But the young men know when the sun has set
Darkness comes to settle the debt
Owed by a year of S.U.S. and suspect
Indiscriminate use of the power of arrestThey're waiting for the sun to set
The mighty observer who keeps his cabinets hot
A great meeting of rhythm and face
A humming of values and a children's place
But the sticks man gives the copper good excuse
To shut off the ganja and control the juice
To control the juice
So you wanna go crazy? Then let's go crazy
So take it on crazy! So they get all crazy
Bricks and bottles corrugated iron
Shields and helmets carnival time
'N moa ambassa, sledgehammer sound
Ray symbolic from jamdown town
I wasn't going that far
The junkie slip!
I said I wasn't doin' it
The junkie slip!
Yea thought I'd find a rhythm in the junkie town
Thought I'd find a rhythm when the junkies hang around
Thought I'd go out walking to the junkie kind of beat
Setting on those bars that the junkies meet
The junkie slip!
Nail it down
The junkie slip!
This side of town
The junkie slip!
And whatcha knowing before you's a doin
The things they's a-knowing
You pawn your coat and your car
Pawned your cigar and your old guitar
You pawned your guitar and your saxaphone
You're pawning everything in your mother's home
Cos it's a junkie slip!
Just like rock n' roll
A junkie slip!
Like Johnnny did the stroll
And you know it feels alright
But what's that feeling on a Saturday night?
You're itching itching itching in your pillow in the day
You're itching itching itching and you gave your coat away
Itching itching itching and then in your sleeping bag
There's a little packet that youthought you never had
It's a junkie slip!
Every night
Junkie slip!
Cold water fright
It's a junkie slip
And an old spoon cooky cooky cooky kooky afternoon
All afternoon and in the middle of the night
You're worse for the difference and it don't sleep tight
Don't pull the curtains fon't put on the light
C-c-c-cos it's a junkie slip!
What's goin' on?
Was early night
I lit the fire
Finish alright
Yeh Edi-Edi-Edi-Yeh Edi-Juan
Him going to live with indian
Come in the car, it's an old machine
Riding from Brookway on a magazine
Be on that corner with a magazine
Do ya do ya do ya follow your friends?
Do I hear you saying that you're going back again?
It's a junkie slip!
Where? Did it end?
But did it ah did it did it ever end?
When did it ever end?
Don't ask me when on a Wednesday night
Don't ask me when on a Thrusday night
I said oh? Who the hell are you?
You said oh! Well you met me
I said I can guess why
(Strummer/Jones)
IT'S LUCY IN THE SKY AND ALL KINDS OF
APPLE PIE
SHE GIGGLES AT THE SCREEN 'COS IT LOOKS SO GREEN
THERE'S CARPETS ON THE PAVEMENTS
AND FEATHERS IN HER EYE
BUT SOONER OR LATER, HER NEW FRIENDS WILL REALISE
THAT JULIE'S BEEN WORKING FOR THE DRUG SQUAD
WELL IT SEEMED LIKE A DREAM, TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
STASH IT IN THE BANK WHILE THE TABLETS GROW HIGH
IN THEIR MILLIONS
AND EVERYBODY'S HIGH (HI, MAN...)
BUT THERE'S SOMEONE LOOKING DOWN
FROM THAT MOUNTAINSIDE
'COS JULIE'S BEEN WORKING FOR THE DRUG SQUAD
AND IT'S TEN YEARS FOR YOU
NINETEEN FOR YOU
AND YOU CAN GET OUT IN TWENTY-FIVE
THAT IS IF YOU'RE STILL ALIVEAN' THEN THERE CAME THE NIGHT OF THE GREATEST EVER RAID
THEY ARRESTED EVERY DRUG THAT HAD EVER BEEN MADE
THEY TOOK EIGHTY-TWO LAWS
THROUGH EIGHTY-TWO DOORS
AND THEY DIDN'T HALT THE PULL
TILL THE CELLS WERE ALL FULL
'COS JULIE WAS WORKING FOB THE DRUG SQUAD
THEY PUT HIM IN A CELL, THEY SAID YOU WAIT HERE
YOU'VE GOT THE TIME TO COUNT ALL OF YOUR HAIR
YOU'VE GOT FIFTEEN YEARS
A MIGHTY LONG TIME
YOU COULD HAVE BEEN A PHYSICIST
BUT NOW YOUR NAME IS ON THE MAILBAG LIST
JULIE'S BEEN WORKING FOR THE DRUG SQUAD
GUMBO!
(Strummer/Jones)
Well they were given the grapes that go ripe in
the sun
That loosen the screws at the back of the tongue
But they told no one where they had begun-four horsemen
They were given al lthe foods of vanity
And all the instant promises of immortality
Buyt they bit the dust screamin' insanity!-four horsemen
One was over the edge, one was over the cliff
One was lickin' em dry with a bloody great spliff
When they picked up the hiker he didn't want the lift
From the horsemen
But you!
You're not searching, are you now?
You're not looking anyhow
You're never gonna ride that lonely mile
Or put yourself up on trial
Oh, you told me how your life was so bad
An' I agree that it does seem sad
But that's the price that you gotta pay
If you're lazing all around all day
Four horsement coming right through
Four horsemen and they're pissing by you
They make you look like you're wearing a truss
Four hosemen and it's gonna be us
Well they gave useverything for bending the mind
ANd we cleaned out their pockets and we drank 'em blind
IT's a long way to the finish so don't get left behind
By those horsemen
And they gave us the grapes that went ripe in the sun
That loosen the scews at the back of the tongue
But we still told nothing 'bout what was to come
Four horsemen
Every little bit hurts
Every little bit hurts
Every night I cry
Every night I sigh
Every night I wonder why
You treat me cold
But I can't let you go
Every little (???)
Every little (???)
Say you're coming home
But you never phone
Leave me all alone
My love is strong for you
I do long for you
I can't take this loneliness
You're giving me
Can't go on
Giving my life away
Come back to me
Darling you'll see
I can give all the things
That you wanted before
If you'll stay
Every little bit hurts
Every little bit hurts
Every night I cry
Every night I sigh
Every night I wonder why
You hurt me
Desert meI can't take this lonliness
You're giving me
I can't go on
Giving my life away
Come back to me
Darling you'll see
I can give all the things
That you wanted before
If you'll stay
Every little bit hurts
Every little bit hurts
Every night I cry
Every night I sigh
Every night I wonder why
You treat me cold
But I can't let you go
Every little bit hurts
Every little bit
Is the music of grove skin rock
Soaked in the diesel of was boys war?
Blood, black gold and the face of a judge
Is the music calling for a river of blood?
Beat the drums tonight, Alphonso
Spread the news all over the grove
The big meeting has decided
That total was must burn on the grove
Does it mean I should take my machete
To chop my way through the path of life?
Does it mean I should run with the dog pack
Is that the way to be the one to survive?
Never need a gun says Tai Chi
Move on up to dragon snaps his tail
Fall back on still waters
Hammer with his eye on the nailSpread the word tonight please, Sammy
They're searching everyhouse on the grove
Don't go alone now, Sammy!
The wind has blown away the corner soul
Tell the news for me, Sammy
They're searching every place on the grove
But don't go down alone new, Sammy!
The wind has blown away the croner soul
Is the music calling for a river of blood?
(Strummer/Jones)
What are we gonna do now?
Taking off his turban, they said, is this man a Jew?
'Cause they're working for the clampdown
They put up a poster saying we earn more than you!
When we're working for the clampdown
We will teach our twisted speech
To the young believers
We will train our blue-eyed men
To be young believers
The judge said five to ten-but I say double that again
I'm not working for the clampdown
No man born with a living soul
Can be working for the clampdown
Kick over the wall 'cause government's to fall
How can you refuse it?
Let fury have the hour, anger can be power
D'you know that you can use it?
The voices in your head are calling
Stop wasting your time, there's nothing coming
Only a fool would think someone could save you
The men at the factory are old and cunning
You don't owe nothing, so boy get runnin'
It's the best years of your life they want to stealYou grow up and you calm down
You're working for the clampdown
You start wearing the blue and brown
You're working for the clampdown
So you got someone to boss around
It makes you feel big now
You drift until you brutalize
You made your first kill now
In these days of evil presidentes
Working for the clampdown
But lately one or two has fully paid their due
For working for the clampdown
But ha! Gitalong! Gitalong!
And I've given away no secrets
Who's barmy now?
(Strummer/Jones)
I have been a washer up
An' he has been a scrubber up
An' I seen him a picking up
Dog ends in the rain
An' he has never read a book
Though I told him to take a look
He lifted his poolhall cue
For another game
But it ain't no modern miracle
That we found the golden rule
What you can't buy you gotta steal
An' what you say can't steal you better leave
I don't like to hang about
In this lonely room
'Cos london is for going out
And trying to hear a tune
But people come pouncing up to me
And say what are you doing here
You're supposed to be a star
Not a cheapskate bleeding queer
Like a load of rats from a sinking ship
You slag us down to save your hip
But you don't give me the benfit
Of your doubt
'Cos I'll bite it off and spit it outWe're cheapskates anything'll do
We're cheapskates what are we supposed to do?
An' we can rock
Hey hey let's roll
An' we can walk
An' do the stroll
Just because we're in a group
You think we're stinking rich
'N we all got model girls
Shedding every stitch
'N You think the cocaine's flowing
Like a river up our noses
'N every sea will part for us
Like the red one did for Moses
Well I hope you make it one day
Just like you always said you would some day
And I'll get out my money and make a bet
That I'll be seein' you down the launderette
(Strummer/Jones)
STANDING IN A QUEUE OF A SCHOOL CANTEEN
GUYS ON THE CORNER THEY WERE LAUGHIN' AT ME
BUT I DON'T MIND IF THEY SEE IT ALL
YOU KNOW I GOTTA COME CLEAN
I GOTTA COME CLEAN
I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU
MY MIND DON'T NEED IT BUT MY BODY DO
A LITTLE BIT OF LOVING AND ATTENTION FOR YOU
ALTHOUGH WE'RE ONLY STRANGERS
THEY DON'T NEED TO KNOW
I GOTTA CUM CLEAN, I GOTTA CUM CLEAN
OOH, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU
I WANNA GET SERIOUS RIGHT AWAY
1-2, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU
WHAT YOU DOIN' TODAY OR ANY OTHER DAY?
1-2, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU
JUST ONE LOOK AND I GO INSANE
1-2, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU
YOUR DADDY NEVER COMES TO GET YOU
`COS LIVES SO FAR AWAY
BUT HIS I-TALIAN CHAUFFEUR SHOWS UP EVERY DAY
BUT I'LL GET YOU IN THE CORNER, I'LL GET YOU ALL
ALONE
I GOTTA CUM CLEAN, I GOTTA COME CLEANI GOT A CRUSH ON YOU
1-2, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU
1-2, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU
1-2, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU
I SAID 1-2
I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU
WHY SHOULD I GET A CRUSH ON YET?
Must I get a witness? for all this misery
There's no need to, brothers everybody can see
That its one more time in the ghetto you know
One more time if you please now
One more time to the dying man
They say one more time if you please
The old lady kicks karate
For just a little walk down the street
The little baby he knows kung fu
He tries it on those he meets
Cos its a one more time!You don't need no silicone to calculate poverty
Watch when Watts town burns again
The bus goes to Montgomery
Cos it's a one more time in the ghetto
One more time if you please
One more time for the dying man
One more time to be free
(Strummer/Jones)
THE PRISONER MEETS THE MUPPET HI-FI
NORTH OF WATFORD JUNCTION
WE GET IN BUT WE DON'T HAVE FUN
AN' WE LEAVE BEFORE THE TRUNCHEONS
SO IT'S BACK TO WATCH THE DAY TO DAY
SAGA OF WORKING PEOPLE
HANGING OUT THE WASHING AND CLIPPING COUPONS
AND GENERALLY BEING DECENT
JOHNNY TOO BAD MEETS JOHNNY BE GOOD
IN THE CHARING CROSS ROAD
THAT'S THE ONLY THING THAT HAPPENED TODAY
SAYS THE WEST END JUNGLE CODE
AND ALL THE GERMANS AND ALL THE FRENCH
JAM THEMSELVES DOWN THE TUBE
AND RE-ENACT THE SECOND WORLD WAR
WHILE THE RUDE BOYS GET RUDE!AND I LOOK TO MY LEFT
AND I LOOK TO MY RIGHT
AND I'M LOOKING FOR A MAN
I'M LOOKING FOR A SIGN
I DON'T WANNA BE THE PRISONER
THE PRISONER LIVES IN CAMDEN TOWN
SELLING REVOLUTION
THE PRISONER LOADS HIS TRACKING ARM UP
WITH SELF-DISILLUSION
YOUR MOTHER DOES THE WASHING UP
YOUR OLD MAN DIGS THE GARDEN
YOU'RE ONLY FREE TO DODGE THE COPS
AN' BUNK THE TRAIN TO STARDOM
THE PANORAMA OF THE CITY IS WRONG
IN FACT THE CITY SEEMS TO BE GONE!
BURNING RUBBER AND SMOKE IN MY EYES
THERE'S A FLAT BURNING JUNKHEAP
FOR TWENTY SQUARE MILES!
THEY TOOK IT INTO THE NUCLEAR MINE
JUDGING BY THIS, THEY LEFT NOTHING BEHIND
DOWN IN THE BUNKERS IN THE CRUST OF THE EARTH
NOW CROUCH THE WEALTHY AND THE NOBLE OF BIRTH
IF I COULD A RIDE A TRAIN AROUND THE CITY
THAT HOLDS THIS AS OUR FATE
I'D HIDE FROM ELECTRO-CIRCUIT CENTRAL
TO THE SHOCK INDUCER GATE
NOT FORGETTING THE BY-PASS
ACROSS THE WASHINGTON HOOKS
THROUGH THE PHONES AND DESKS AND SCREENS
OF THE KREMLIN'S CROOK OF CROOKSTHERE'S SOME PANEL IN A CIRCUIT BOARD
DESTINATION OF THE OVERRIDE
SCANNING THE WILD WIND
BLOWING THROUGH THE BERLIN CORRIDOR
SPOTLIT IN A PALACE, SHIELDED FROM DUST
MALFUNCTION OR NOT, THE FAILSAFE IS THE CRUX
SO FAR AWAY FROM US,
SHAKING WITH THE MYSTERY TEARS
ONE LONELY NIGHT IN LADBROKE GROVE
FAR AWAY IN THE DESERTS OF OMAHA!
THEY GOT IT NAILED DOWN-SWISS TIGHT!
THE BANK NOTES OF EUROPE
THE EMPERORS AND KINGS
CURL IN THE AUTUMN AS THE BURNING OF LEAVES
AND I'VE CLEANED MY BLACK GUITAR...
(Strummer/Jones/Campbell)
My Daddy was a bankrobber
But he never hurt nobody
He just loved to live that way
And he loved
Never loved a shovel
Break
The old man spoke up in a bar
Said I never been in prison
A
Someday you'll meet your rocking chair
Cos that's where we're spinning
There's
YeahMy daddy was a bankrobber
But he never hurt nobody
He
Get away, get away
Money
He loved to steal your money
This is Radio Clash
Stealing all transmissions
Beaming from the mountaintop
Using aural ammunition
With extreme prejudice
On a terminator mission
This is Radio Clash
Consider your position
Step it up, get down low
Breaking news flash
Assassination
The whole country has been shot
Evil will abate
In Revelation
In the Ministry of Whitewash
Wait, wait
Don't switch off the death
Yes, we have the latest score
(????) Islanders: 101 and Home Yard: 44
This is Radio Clash
And we count your thoughts
When lightning splits the sky in half
Sharper than a sword
And in the thundercloud
You see another cloud
Bones as big as sticks
Even angels were in hell on the morning of the sixthLike buckets of venom in (????)
They've got a master plan
Human wars over there
And we'll come and knock 'em down
And he reaches the other side first
Gets a job in the dirty old town
And he reaches the other side first
Gets a job in the dirty old town
This is not free
This is not free Europe
No, no, no, no, no
Nor an armed force network
This is Radio Clash
Stealing all transmission
Beaming from the mountaintop
Aural ammunition
A riggy diggy dig dang dang
This is Radio Clash
Stealing information
By his will as a (???)
Use careful confirmation
Bribery, extortion
Legal legislation
Security is life indeed
Accept no other explanation
This is Radio Clash
On pirate satellite
Orbiting your living room
Everybody hold on tight
Gonna scrape the trouble off my boots!
As they were dancing in the evening
And the light shone through the trees
This girl my eye was following
Asked the band to play her a beat
Singin' she'd do that long time jerk
She hit me where it hurts
Ohhh your heart
Now my heart will burst
Oh no
Ah, but it took me back to that wonderland
I witnessed long ago
Babbling words of preachers
Sayin'- ";Don't bury me no more";
Ohh...
And I've forgotten how to worry
And I don't know how to run
Against the odds I realize
This struggle could be won!
We dance
Long time jerk
She did it to me first
Ohhh my heart
With that long time jerkAh! Say..... Do that long time jerk.
Bring on those tapes from the past
They make you look better in a mirror
Feel that long time jerkin'
Between the taker and the giver
Feel that...
Long time jerk
She hit me where it hurts
Oh I felt my heart
Now my heart will burst
I've forgotten how to worry
And I don't know how to run
Against the odds I realize
This struggle could be fun!
Oh, through lanes and streets and houses
And reversing rush of time
She made me re-invent the world
Before inventing time
(Before inventing time)
Long time jerk
Oh, she hit me where it hurts
Ohhhhh my heart
Long time jerk
Long, long, long, long, long
Long time
Long time jerk
(Willi Williams)
STAY AROUND DON'T PLAY AROUND
THIS OLD TOWN AND ALL
SEEMS LIKE I GOT TO TRAVEL ON
A LOT OF PEOPLE WON'T GET NO SUPPER TONIGHT
JUSTICE TONIGHT
RUNNIN AND A HIDING TONIGHT
JUSTICE TONIGHT
REMEMBER TO KICK IT OVER
NO ONE WILL GUIDE YOU THROUGH ARMEGIDEON TIME
IT'S ARMAGIDEON
IT'S NOT CHRISTMAS TIMEA LOT OF PEOPLE
A LOT OF PEOPLE USE A CALCULATOR
A LOT OF PEOPLE WON'T GET NO SUPPER TONIGHT
A LOT OF PEOPLE SITTIN' DOWN BY THE LIGHT
THE BATTLE IS GETTIN HOTTER
ARMAGIDEON TIME
ARMAGIDEON
REMEMBER TO KICK IT OVER
ARMAGIDEON TIME
A LOT OF PEOPLE AIN'T GOT NO SUPPER TONIGHT
A LOT OF PEOPLE GOT TO STAND OUT BACK
(Strummer/Jones)
I would love to be the lucky one on chill
avenue
Who could keep your heart warm when ice has turned it blue
But with the beggin' sleeping losers as they turn in for the night
I'm looking back for home and I can see the lights
I should be jumpin' shoutin' that I made it all this way
From Camden town station to 44th and 8th
Not many make it this far and many say we're great
But just like them we walk on an' we can't escape our fate
Can't you hear the sighing
Eastside Jimmy and Southside Sue
Both say they needed something new
So I'm standing at the gates of the west
I burn money at the lights of the sign
The city casts a shadow of the perfect crime
I'm standing at the gates of the east
I take my pulse and the pulse of my friend
The city casts a shadow, will I see you again?
The immigrants an' remnants of all the glory years
Are clustered around the bar again for another round of beers
Little Richard's in the kitchen playing spoons and plates
He's telling the waitress he's great
Ah say i know somewhere back'n'forth in time
Out on the dustbowls, deep in the roulette mine
Or in a ghetto cellar only yesterday
There's a move into the future for the USA.
I hear them crying
Eastside Jimmy and Southside Sue
Both said they needed something new
Standing at the gates of the west
In the shadow again
I'm standing at the gates of the west
In the shadow again
The mini cab
The driver is black
This time of night
You better sit in the back
Got a few smokes
Under your hat
The cops are lookin' out
For the petrol on the black
This time I think
So what the hell
There's that female
I know too well
Why should I lean
Get out my mind again
I ridin' in the back alone
The stranger rides againTo see my lovely town
That always brings you down
Where every drifter drifts
For many miles around
We take a casual drive
For two miles up the road
The cops pull us over
And search right through our clothes
They give him hell
They check him on the air
I sit there with the drugs in my hair
As soon as I get home
I call Heathrow
Want a standby fare to Borneo
(The Clash)
BETWEEN COOL CONFUSION
AND KUNG FU IN THE CAR PARK
COULD THE WEEKEND BE LOSING
THAT REACTIVE SPARK
EVEN IN THE SHEBEEN
OR DOWN IN THE MEAT RACK
LONGTIME I FEEL COLD
TO SEND CINDERELLA'S SHOE BACK
ALONG THE LENGTH OF THE WIRE
PARTY JAM ON THE LINE
I CAN'T HEAR A THING
CAN'T GET NO NUMBER NINE
NOW WE MUST GET IN TOUCH
IF THE NIGHT IS TO BURN
SOMEONE OUT THERE IN LUCK
LEND ME YOUR STAR FOR A TURN
AS HEROES FIX THEIR HAIR
SOME ARE SAVING THEIR BREATH
JUST ON THE WALKWAYS TONIGHT
FOR A GLUE BAG DEATH
SCREENS FLICK IN UNISON
SOME GAZE AT THE SOUL
FROM THE TIERS AND THE HEIGHTS
GO FOR THE FIFTEENTH FLOOR STROLLIT'S IMMEDIATELY OBVIOUS;
ANYBODY STAR-GILT
WOULD HAVE LEFT THIS CLUB
WAY BEFORE IT WAS BUILT
THIS STRIKES YOU SO LATE
AS THE GUY WITH THE BROOM
SWEEPS YOU AND THE BOTTLES
RIGHT OUT OF THE ROOM
NOW I WASH IN THE FACTORY
CONFESS IN THE TILE HOUSE
I DON'T NEED TO BLEED ANYBODY
TO STRIKE OUT
TODAY MY GODFATHER
HE SENT A NOTE FROM THE JAIL
SAID GO GET 'EM KID
BUT DON'T GET CHAINED TO THE RAIL
BETWEEN COOL CONFUSION
AND KUNG FU IN THE CAR PARK
COULD THE WEEKEND BE LOSING
THAT ROMANTIC SPARK
EVEN IN THE SHEBEEN
OR DOWN IN THE MEAT RACK
LONG TIME I FEEL COLD
TO SEND CINDERELLA'S SHOE BACK
There is a train at Version City
Waiting for the rhythm mail
If you can jump then jump right now
She can pull you through to better days
Is that the train that the speak off
The one I heard in my younger days
All great bluesmen have rode her
I'm jumping up gonna ride that train
There's a lonely soul out on the crossroads
He's waiting there in the pouring rain
He's looking for that great ride yeh
That'll take him to oh what's her name
So I rode that train from Version City
For ninety-nine an' one half days
Never heard such rhythm sound
It was in my soul which was on the trainWe went straight through Syndrum Inc.
Up an' over the Acapella Pass
Then Gibson Town and Fenderville
All stations to the Mesa Boogie Ranch
We saw that soul out on the cross roads
Waitin' there in the pouring rain
We called hey engine slow your rhythms
See he wants to ride the version train
We rode that train from Version City
For ninety-nine and one half years
I never seen such funky country
While riding with the engineers
Could not fill no application
Before I rode this rhythm train
Could not work at my station
Before I rode the version train
There is a train at Version City
Waiting for the rhythm mail
If you can jump then jump right now
She can pull you through to better days
Start the car lets make a midnight run
Across the river to South London
To dance to the latest hi-fi sound
Of bass, guitar and drum
Seeking out a rhythm that can take the pressure off
Stepping in and out of that crooked crooked beat
Take a piece of cloth, a coin for thirst
For the sweat will start to run
With a cymbal splash, a word of truth
And a rocking bass and drum
Seeking out a rhythm that can take the pressure on
Stepping in and out of that crooked crooked beat
So one by one they come on down
From the tower blocks of my home town
Stepping with the rhythm of the rockers beat
Drowning out the pressure of the crooked beat
Seeking out a rhythm that can take the tension on
Stepping in and out of that crooked crooked beatIt has crooked past this crooked street
Where cars patrol this crooked beat
Badges flsh and sirens wail
They'll be taking one and all to jail
Prance! Prance! You want a law to dance?
Have you ever asked yourself
Who holds the key that winds up Big Ben?Right Channel: Silicone on Sapphire
Left Channel: Connection
R: My prerogative is zero
L: When is your start
L: What is your data
R: Databus
L: Databus
R: I'm pushing your breakpoints
L: [Anytime Mike](?)
R: Know my subroutine
L: Motorola exor(?)sizer
R: Modem connecting
L: In sync
R: Buffer
R: Handshaking
L: Throughput
R: Mnemonic code
L: I have your sentences right
L: Go ahead
R: Macro command
L: Yes
R: This is my micro instruction
L: Improper request
L: Output failed
R: Request debug
L: Improper request
R: Request debug
L: System debug freeze
R: Your memory is volatile
L: Freeze
R: Log(?), add this is my address bus
L: Log add
R: Kill
L: Kill
R: (?)
L: (?)
R: Rub out
L: You're on system interconnect
L: You are typing into my memory
L: Shift, shift, shift
R: That's better
R: Now my decoder
R: I request your zero variable storage
L: I am a Texas Instrument
R: Clear, overrun
L: My zero positive
R: Truth table
L: Connection
R: Give me your input
L: Vector interrupt
R: Erase function
L: Vector interrupt
R: Go to RAM, Go to RAM
L: Go yourself
R: Go to RAM
L: I [take it back](?)
R: Your memory is volitile
R: Your inputs, are deprived
L: Save, save
R: Erase [bridge](?)
R: Go to outputs
L: Large scale integration
R: No source statements
L: Give me, give me flowchart
R: All [died on call](?) databus
L: Hardware, firmware
L: Inhibit, inhibit, overflow
R: Yes. Hardwired logic. Machine language
L: Connection deprived by request, request
L: Parallel operation
L: Give me push count stack
L: I must have your address first
L: Take your datalog recharge
L: Hello, hello
R: System debug freeze
R: Clear restore and exit
R: Exit all done
I slept and I dreamed of a time long ago
I saw an army of rebels, dancing on air
I dreamed as I slept, I could see the campfires,
A song of the battle, that was born in the flames,
and the rebels were waltzing on air.
I danced with a girl to the tune of a waltz
that was written to be danced on the battlefield
I danced to the tune of a voice of a girl
A voice that called ";Stand till we fall
we stand till all the boys fall.";
As we danced came the news that the war was not won
5 armies were coming, with carrige and gun
Through the heart of the camp
swept the news from the front
A cloud crossed the moon, a child cried for food
We knew the war could not be won.So we danced with a rifle, to the rhythm of the gun
in a glade through the trees i saw my only one
Then the earth seemed to rise hell hot as the sun
The soldiers were dying, there was tune to the sighing.
The song was an old rebel one.
As the smoke of our hopes rose high from the field
My eyes played tricks through the moon and the trees
I slept as I dreamed I saw the army rise
A voice began to call, stand till you fall
The tune was an old rebel one.
(Eddy Grant)
Well I'm running police on my back
I've been hiding police on my back
There was a shooting police on my back
And the victim well he wont come back
What have I done?
I been running monday tuesday wednesday
Thursday friday saturday sunday runnin
monday tuesday wednesday thursday friday
Saturday sunday
Yes, I'm running down the railway track
Could you help me? Police on my back
They will catch me if I dare drop back
Wont you give me all the speed I lack
Working for the devil
You'll have to pay his tax
That means going to see him
Down among the racks
You do his work so fine
He'll remember you
Worried for my friend
As he shows me round the flat
Where I don't wanna find him
His lips an' eyelids black
He don't believe my speech
That lines can and should be drawn
Lke if he had a shotgun
The barrels would be sawn
Swallowed by the river
Swollen by the rains
That leakin' ol' computer
Of fingerprints and names
Swimming in the river
That floods the neighborhood
I would call to you
But it would do no goodVoting for the law
That's the general occupation
First comes the public safety
Second comes the nation
You won't believe me now
But there's been some illumination
The wisest cops have realized
They fucked the operation
Cooking up the books
A respected occupation
The anchor and foundation of multi-corporations
They don't believe in crime
They don't know that it exists
But to understand
What's right and wrong
The lawyers work in shifts
'N speaking of the devil
He ain't been seen for years
'Cept every 20 mins
He zooms between me ears
I don't believe in books
But I read all the time
For ciphers to the riddles
An' reasons to the rhymes
(The Clash/Dread)
*Left Channel*
Make sure!
Taking cover in the bunker tonight
Waiting for Bo Diddley's headlights
I feel alright
Gotta Fender Stratosphere
I can do anything tonight
It's in neon lights an' global rights
Frank? He's on the phone
There ain't no German girl outside
But who cares when its warm inside?
With music
Special mystery of music tragically
Exchanging slaves for majesties
Modern waves of tragedy
Packing a to pience colt pair of shoots
A shiny grey mexican suit
The blue eyed traffic can sashay by
'Cos tonight the sailor boys have hit Shanghai
The kick-out traffic goes creaking by
I smash my glass and shout shanghi
My drummer friend comes shooting by
He said Errol Flynn will never die
Oh no! Who am I to question why?
And are you lonesome tonight
And do ya need a country cowboy
Who's just thin and tight in those
Brrrr bus depot jeans
With a squirt resistant stud stud
Hey stoner
Get over there in the spliffbunker one
Becos London Bridge was sold somehow
But it was too old anyhow
When Uncle Sam has broken down
We'll make him down in old Japan
Say yeee
Well there ain't no better blend
Than Joe Ely and his Texas Men
Where the wind blows
I ain't seen none like that scenery
You can see from a bus if you pay the price
Wave my arms around
Flag one of those taxi's maybe
I saw a girl somewhere somehow
Forever sticks in my mind somehow
I've just got three lines
And a pair of two's
Like a lucky roll of dice that you
You cast
*Right Channel*
If music could talk!
Which means
Whatever your mind can bring
Likethe apple fell off the tree
Pah! Fell right on his head
Yeah many years agoThere was a man who said
I am a shaman
A voodoo shaman
Got in trouble so he's going out
Mixing up and Haiti! Oh!
And the crickets
Buddy Holly said it was
Brrr Brrr yiii!
If music could talk you know
I feel kinda lonely
Standing out on the floor
Of Electric Ladyland...
Cos this is a good question Samson
Are you partly Arabic?
Chi man! Whatcho all about
I don't want to I can't hope to
Say it all in one go
Occasionally once or twice
A day I feel alive enough to say
Let's hear what the drummerman's
Got to say about
He said is it Errol Flynn's birthday or not?
Sept 12 until October
If they pack 2 piece
Colt pair of shoots
We got the shiny grey Mexican suits
I'm just wasting a great big
Corporation and the entire fund
The girders of Wall Street
And thetemples of money
And the high priests
Of the expense account
And Im wasting the whole thing
I come down in Yamaha-ha
They make the best pianos-time to step-up
They cried the tears, they shed the fears,
Up and down the land,
They stole guitars or used guitars
- So the tape would understand,
Without even the slightest hope of a 1000 sales
Just as if, as if there was, a hitsville in U.K.,
I know the boy was all alone, til the hitsville hit U.K.
They say true talent will allways emerge in time,
When lightening hits small wonder -
Its fast rough factory trade,
No expense accounts, or lunch discounts
Or hypeing up the charts,
The band went in, 'n knocked 'em dead, in 2 min. 59
- No slimy deals, with smarmy eels - in hitsville U.K.
Lets shake'n say, we'll operate - in hitsville U.K.
The mutants, creeps and musclemen,
Are shaking like a leaf,
It blows a hole in the radio,
When it hasnt sounded good all week,
A mike'n boom, in your living room - in hitsville U.K.
No consumer trials, or A.O.R., in hitsville U.K.,
Now the boys and girls are not alone,
Now the hitsville's hit U.K.
(The Clash)
CHORUS
Charlie don't surf and we think he should
Charlie don't surf and you know that it ain't no good
Charlie don't surf for his hamburger Momma
Charlie's gonna be a napalm star
Everybody wants to rule the world
Must be something we get from birth
One truth is we never learn
Satellites will make space burn
We've been told to keep the strangers out
We don't like them starting to hang around
We don't like them all over town
Across the world we are going to blow them down
CHORUS
The reign of the super powers must be over
So many armies can't free the earth
Soon the rock will roll over
Africa is choking on their Coca ColaIt's a one a way street in a one horse town
One way people starting to brag around
You can laugh, put them down
These one way people gonna blow us down
CHORUS
Charlie don't surf he'll never learn
Charlie don't surf though he's got a gun
Charlie don't surf think that he should
Charlie don't surf we really think he should
Charlie don't surf
Charlie don't surf and we think he should
Charlie don't surf and you know that it ain't no good
Charlie don't surf for his hamburger Momma
Charlie don't surf
(C. Alphanso)
Stagger Lee met Billy and they go down to gambling
Stagger Lee throwed seven
Billy said that he throwed eight
So Billy said, hey Stagger! I'm gonna make my big attack
I'm gonna have to leave my knife in your back
Why do you try to cheat?
And trample people under your feet
Don't you know it is wrong?
To cheat the trying man
So you better stop, it is the wrong 'em boyo
You lie, steal, cheat and deceit
In such a small, small game
Don't you know it is wrong
Billy Boy has been shot
And Stagger Lee's come out on top
Don't you know it is wrong
To cheat the trying man
To cheat Stagger man
You'd better stop
So you must start all over again-all over again
You got to play it, Billy, play, you got to play it, Billy, play
And you will find it is the right 'em boyo
But if you must lie and deceit
And trample people under your feet
Don't you know it is wrong
It is the wrong 'em boyo
Atom secrets, secret leaflet
Have the boys found the leak yet?
The molehill sets the wheel in motion
His downfall picks up locomotion
The people must have something good to read on a Sunday
The leader's wife takes a government car
In the dark to meet her minister
But the leader never leaves his door ajar
As he swings his whip from the Boer WarHe wore a leather mask for his dinner guests
Totally nude and with deep respect
Proposed a toast to the votes he gets
The feeling of power and the thought of sex!
Now the girl let the fat man touch her
Vodka fumes and the feel of a vulture
The driver waited in the embassy car
The fat man's trap was set for capture
So the girl let the thin man touch her
Mixing questions, drunken laughter
The ministry car was waiting there
A minister knows his own affair
The people must have something good to read on a Sunday
Elevator! Going up!
In the gleaming corridors of the 51st floor
The money can be made if you really want some more
Executive decision-a clinical precision
Jumping from the windows-filled with indecision
I get good advice from the advertising world
Treat me nice says the party girl
Koke adds life where there isn't any
So freeze, man, freeze
It's the pause that refreshes in the corridors of power
When top men need a top up long before the happy hour
Your snakeskin suit and your alligator boot
You won't need a launderette, you can send them to the vet!
I get my advice from the advertising world
Treat me nice says the party girl
Koke adds life where there isn't any
So freeze, man, freeze
Koka Kola advertising and kokaine
Strolling down the Broadway in the rain
Neon light sign says it
I read it in the paper-they're crazy!
Suit your life, maybe so
In the White House-I know
All Over Berlin (they've been doing it for years)
And in Manhattan!
Coming through the door is a snub nose 44
What the barrel can't snort it can spatter on the floor
Your eyeballs feel like pinballs
And your tongue feels like a fish
You're leaping from the windows-saying don't
Ayaiiiiirrrghhh! *@!!*@!!*!
Don't give me none of this!
I get good advice from the advertising world
Treat me nice says the party girl
Koke adds life where there isn't any
So freeze, man, freeze
Hit the deck!
I swear by Almighty God
To tell the whole truth
And nothing but the truth
Guns guns
They torture all the women and children
Then they've put the men to the gun
'Cos across the human frontier
Freedom's always on the run
Guns guns a-shaking in terror
Guns guns killing in error
Guns guns guilty hands
Guns guns shatter the lands
A system built by the sweat of the many
Creates assassins to kill off the few
Take any place and call it a court house
This is a place where no judge can standSue the lawyers and burn all the papers
Unlock the key of the legal papers
A jury of a billion faces
Shouted out condemned out of hand
Guns guns, and nobody's kidding
Guns guns, or foolin' around
Guns guns, the violence is singing
Guns guns, a silence the sound
'N I Iike to be in Aferica
A-beatin' on the final drum
'N I like to be in U.S.S.R.
Makin' sure these things will come
'N I like to be in U.S.A.
Pretending that the wars are done
'N I like to be in Europa
Saying goodbye to everyone
Guns guns there's guns on the roof
Guns guns they're made to shoot
All the Young Punks (New Boots and Contracts)
(Strummer/Jones)
Hanging about
down the market street
I spent a lot of time on my feet
When I saw some passing yabbos
We did chance to speak
I knew how to sing
y' know an
They knew how to pose
An' one of them had a Les Paul
Heart attack machineAll the young punks
Laugh your life
Cos there ain't much to cry for
All the young cunts
Live it now
Cos there ain't much to die for
Everybody wants to bum
A ride on the rock 'n' roller coaster
And we went out
Got our name in small print on the poster
Of course we got a manager
Though he ain't the mafia
A contract is a contract
When they get 'em out on yer
You gotta drag yourself to work
Drug yourself to sleep
You're dead from the neck up
By the middle of the week
Face front you got the future shining
Like a piece of gold
But I swear as we get closer
It look more like a lump of coal
But it's better than some factory
Now that's no place to waste your youth
I worked there for a week once
I luckily got the boot
(Strummer/Rhodes)
And so we say
We ain't got life
Don't want a cardboard cut-out
Don't want a plastic knife
Now I know, time can march
With it's chargin' feet
Now I know, words are only cheap
It's gonna be a burn out
All around this town
The South is up
But the North is down
There's gonna be a killin'
Of a woman and a man
Trying to feed that child
Without a coin in their hand
And so we say
Have you no use
For eight million hands
And the power of youth
Now I know, time can march
With it's chargin' feet
Now I know, words are only cheap
It's gonna be a burn out
All around this town
The South is up
But the North is down
There's gonna be a killin'
Of a woman and a man
Trying to feed that child
Without a coin in their handIt's gonna be a burn out!
And so we say
We ain't diggin' no graves
We're diggin' a foundation
For a future to be made
Now I know, time can march
With it's chargin' feet
Now I know, words are only cheap
It's gonna be a burn out
All around this town
The South is up
But the North is down
There's gonna be a killin'
Of a woman and a man
Trying to feed that child
Without a coin in their hand
It's gonna be a burn out!
(Strummer/Rhodes)
Are you ready for
Are you ready for
War
War
War
High above the satellites
View the Earth
(???) nights
Europe switches off those lights
Are you ready for
War, all in all this sentimental
War, wall to wall with the regimental
War, with all the things continental
Are you red
War
War
War
There's no use runnin' a mobile home
Everywhere is a target zone
Hell is ringing on the red, red phone
Are you ready forWar, all that is futuristic
War, all that is realistic
War, all that will be ballistic
Are you red
War
War
War
Are you ready for
Are you ready for
Vodka chilled in the Kremlin bar
Ride on the rocky (???) and hold my arm
Raise my glass and break it on the bar
Are you ready for
War, all in all this sentimental
War, wall to wall with the regimental
War, with all the things continental
Are you red
Are you ready for
War
War
War
(Strummer/Jones)
Yeh, you must treat your lover girl right
If you wanna make lover's rock
You must know a place you can kiss to make lovers rock
'Cause everybody knows it's a crying shame
But nobody knows the poor babie's name
When she forgot that thing that she had to swallow
You Western man, you're free with your seed
When you make lovers rock
But woops! there goes the strength that you need
To make real cool lovers rock
'Cause a genuine lover takes off his clothes
And he can make a lover in a thousand go's
An' she don't need that thing that she had to swallow
And I was gripped by that deadly phantom
I followed him through hard jungles
As he stalked through the back lots
Strangling through the night shades
The thief of life
Moved onwards and outwards to love
In a one stop only motel
A storm bangs on the cheapest room
The phantom slips in to spill blood
Even on the sweetest honeymoon
The killer of love
Caught the last late Niagara bus
By chance or escaping from misery
Bu suddeness or in answer to pain
Smoking in the dark cinema
You could see the bad go down againAnd the clouds are high in Spanish mountains
And a Ford roars through the night full of rain.
The killer's blood flows
But he loads his gun again
Make a grown man cry like a girl
To see the guns dying at sunset
In vain lovers claimed
But they never had met.
(The Clash)
Tonight they're closing up the world
N' sweeping smoke from cigarettes
And what is that funk multi-national
Anthem rocking from a thousand
King Kong cassette decks
Then a shyboy from Missouri
Boots blown off in a '60s war
Riding aluminium crutches
Now he knows the welfare kindness n'
Agent Orange color blindness
As we works from door to door
The violence in the carpets
The mirror of his wife
Drives the slum-bum dweller
To grind his hunting knife
In homesteads of cigar box-radios
Hive like bees
The body in the ice
Box has no date for freeeeeze
CHORUS
In a car jam
Selling is what selling sells
But only saints of the 7 avenues can sell
The hells
Fanning the drug afflicted leperizing acne
Once inisde the executive
He never leaves his home
Gorillas drag their victiims
Hyenas try to sue
Snakes find grass in concrete
There is no city zoo by
Ventilation units where towers
Meet the streets
The ragged stand in bags
Soaking heat up through their feet
This was the donly kindness
And it was accidental tooCHORUS
Now shaking single engined planes
Traffik-king stereos from Cuba
Buzzed the holy zealot mass
And drowned out Missa Luba
And drowned out Missa Luba
I thought I saw Lauren Bacall
I thought I saw Lauren Bacall
I swear
Hey fellas
Lauren Bacall
In a car jam
Yeah I don't believe it
In a car jam
Ah yeah positively absolutely
CHORUS
Oh! Mama, Mama look there!
Your children are playing in that street again
Don't you know what happened down there?
A youth of fourteen got shot down there
The Kokane guns of Jamdown Town
The killing clowns, the blood money men
Are shooting those Washington bullets again
As every cell in Chile will tell
The cries of the tortured men
Remember Allende, and the days before,
Before the army came
Please remember Victor Jara,
In the Santiago Stadium,
Es verdad - those Washington Bullets again
And in the Bay of Pigs in 1961,
Havana fought the playboy in the Cuban sun,
For Castro is a colour,
Is a redder than red,
Those Washington bullets want Castro dead
For Castro is the colour...
...That will earn you a spray of leadFor the very first time ever,
When they had a revolution in Nicaragua,
There was no interference from America
Human rights in America
Well the people fought the leader,
And up he flew...
With no Washington bullets what else could he do?
'N' if you can find a Afghan rebel
That the Moscow bullets missed
Ask him what he thinks of voting Communist...
...Ask the Dalai Lama in the hills of Tibet,
How many monks did the Chinese get?
In a war-torn swamp stop any mercenary,
'N' check the British bullets in his armoury
Que?
Sandinista!
(Paul Simonon)
When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun
When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting on death row
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell
You see, he feels like Ivan
Born under the Brixton sun
His game is called survivin'
At the end of the harder they come
You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Maria
Goodbye to the Brixton sunYou can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of Brixton
When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun
You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of Brixton
Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game is called survivin'
As in heaven as in hell
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
(Strummer/Jones)
There's a solitary man crying, ";Hold me.";
It's only because he's a-lonely
If the keeper of time runs slowly
He won't be alive for long!
If he only had time to tell of all of the things he planned
With a card up his sleeve, what would he achieve?
It means nothing!
To the opium den and the barroom gin
In the Belmont chair playing violins
The gambler's face cracks into a grin
As he lays down the king of spades
But the dealer just stares
There's something wrong here, he thinks
The gambler is seized and forced to his knees
And shot dead
He only wanted more time
Away from the darkest door
But his luck it gave in
As the dawn light crept in
And he lay on the floor
From the Hundred Year War to the Crimea
With a lance and a musket and a Roman spear
To all of the men who have stood with no fear
In the service of the King
Before you met your fate be sure you
Did not forsake your lover
May not be around anymore
Someone lights a cigarette
While riding in a car
Some ol' guy takes a swig
And passes back the jar
But where they were last night
No-one can remember
Somebody got murdered
Goodbye, for keeps, forever
Somebody got murdered
Somebody's dead forever
And you're minding your own business
Carrying spare change
You wouldn't cosh a barber
You're hungry all the same
I been very tempted
To grab it from the till
I been very hungry
But not enough to killSomebody got murdered
His name cannot be found
A small stain on the pavement
They'll scrub it off the ground
As the daily crown disperses
No-one says that much
Somebody got murdered
And it' left me with a touch
Somebody got murdered
Somebody's dead forever
Sounds like murder!
Those shouts!
Are they drunk down below?
It's late, and my watch stopped
Some time ago
Sounds like murder!
Those screams!
Are they drunk down below?
Darling you gotta let me know
Should I stay or should I go?
If you say that you are mine
I'll be here 'til the end of time
So you got to let know
Should I stay or should I go?
Always tease tease tease
Siempre - coquetiando y enganyando
You're happy when I'm on my knees
Me arrodilla y estas feliz
One day is fine, next is black
Un dias bien el otro negro
So if you want me off your back
Alrededor en tu espalda
Well come on and let me know
Me tienes que decir
Should I Stay or should I go?
Me debo ir o quedarme
Should I stay or should I go now?
Should I stay or should I go now?
If I go there will be trouble
An' if I stay it will be double
So come on and let me knowThis indecision's bugging me
Esta undecision me molesta
If you don't want me, set me free
Si no me quieres, dejame
Exactly who'm I'm supposed to be
Diga me que tengo ser
Don't you know which clothes even fit me?
?Sabes que ropas me queda?
Come on and let me know
Me tienes que desir
Should I cool it or should I blow?
¡§Me debo ir o quedarme?
Should I stay or should I go now?
";Me entra frio por los ojos";
If I go there will be trouble
Si me voy - va a haber peligro
And if I stay it will be double
Si me quedo es doble
So you gotta let me know
Me tienes que decir
Should I stay or should I go?
";Me entra frio por los ojos";
I come from a long way away
And I know a fine thing when I see it.
See it
For the same reason no one ever
Pointed a telescope at the sun
Talking about the Red Angels of New York City
CHORUS
Who shot the shot?
Who got shot tonite?
Not even five enforcement agencies can save their own.
Never mind the people
Tonite it's raining on the Angels of the City
Did anyone prophesize these people?
Only Travis
Come in Travis
One of these days I'm gonna get myself organized.
All the animals come out at night.
Queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick venal.
Some day a real rain will come and wash all the scum off the streets.
Thank god for the rain to wash the trash off the sidewalk. Listen you screwheads:
Here is a man who would not take it anymore.
A man who stood up against the scum, the filth.
Now I see clearly.
Personally I know the alley
Where Jack feeds on the birds of night
Not even bubbies on bicycles 2x2
Can stop the blood and feathers flying
Waring overalls and for once and for all
What is the dream?
I'll tell it
To live like they do in the movies
San Juan you listening?
Yeah I bet you are
Hands up for Hollywood
Hooray
I hear you
Snappy on the air
Hang in their
Wall to wall
You saved the worled
What else? You saved the girl
Chmpagne on ice
No stranger to Alcatraz
To boot
Or strip it down
Chop it a little
Being reasonable
Just freedom to move
To live
For women to take a walk in the park at midnite
Hey, but this is serious
She can't even get back home
I come from a long way off
And I know a lifegiver over a lifetaker
For the same reason no-one ever pointed
A gun at a policeman
Talking about the Red Angels of New York City
Yeah
(Frederick Toots' Hibbert)
It is you, oh yeah
It is you, oh yeah
I said a pressure drop,
Oh pressure, oh yeah
Pressure's gonna drop on you
I said pressure drop
Oh pressure, oh yeah
Pressure's gonna drop on you
I said when it drops
Oh you gonna feel it
Oh that you were doin' it wrong, wrong, wrong
Now when it drops
Oh you gonna feel it
That you were doin' it wrong and how
I said when it drops
You gonna feel it
That you've been doin' it wrong
Now when it drops, drop
You gonna feel it
That you've been doin' wrongNow when it drops, drop
Feel it
You make the wrong move
Now when it drops, drop
You gonna feel it
That you've been it doin' wrong
I said, pressure drop
Oh pressure, oh yeah
Pressure's gonna drop on you
Pressure drop
Oh pressure, oh yeah
Pressure's gonna drop on you
Now when it drops on your dirty little head
Where you gonna go?
It's you, you, you
When it drop on, oh you're gonna feel it
What you're doing is wrong, wrong, wrong
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure...
I said a pressure drop
(Strummer/Jones)
THIS IS THE CITY OF THE DEAD
AS WE LIE SIDE BY SIDE IN BED
I'D DO SOMETHING ELSE INSTEAD
BUT IT IS THE CITY OF THE DEAD
WE WENT OUT KICKIN' AROUND
BUT YOU GOT DRUNK AN' FALLEN DOWN
AN' I WISHED I COULD BE LIKE YOU
WITH THE SOHO RIVER DRINKING ME DOWN
IN THE CITY OF THE DEAD
FALL IN LOVE AN' FALL IN BED
IT WASN'T ANYTHING YOU SAID
EXCEPT I KNOW WE BOTH LIE DEAD
DON'T YOU KNOW WHERE TO COP
THAT'S WHAT NEW YORK JOHNNY SAID * * * *
YOU SHOULD GET TO KNOW YOUR TOWN
JUST LIKE I KNOW MINE
WHILE ALL THE WINDOWS STARE AHEAD
AN' THE STREETS ARE FILLED WITH DREAD
EVERY NATION IN THE WORLD
SLINKS THROUGH THE ALLEY AFTER GIRLSWHAT WE WEAR IS DANGEROUS GEAR
IT'LL GET YOU PICKED ON ANYWHERE
THOUGH WE GET BEAT UP WE DON'T CARE
AT LEAST IT LIVENS UP THE AIR
BUT SOMEDAYS WE HIDE INSIDE
ALL COURAGE GONE AND PARALYSED
SNIFF THAT WIND OF UGLY TENSION
TODAY THE JERKS HAVE GOT AGGRESSION
IT IS THE CITY OF THE DEAD
*JOHNNY THUNDERS
(The Clash)
";It ain't my fault
It's 6 'o'clock in the morning";
He said
As he came up out of the night
When he found I had no coins to bum,
He began to testify
Born in a depression
Born out of good luck
Born into misery
- In the back of a truck..
I'm telling you this mister
Don't be put off by looks
I been in the ring and I took those right hooks
Oh the loneliness
Used to knock me out - harder than the rest
And I've worked for breakfast
'N I ain't had no lunch
I been on delivery and received every punch
Suddenly I noticed that it weren't quite the same
Feel different one morning maybe it was the rain
But everywhere I looked all over the city
They're runnin' in an out of the bars
Someone stopped for a pick-up driving one of those cars
Y'see I allways wanted one of those cars
Long black 'n shiny an' pull up to the bars
Honk your horn, put down your windows, push yer button,
Hear it coming in
You can say I can see the light... roll!
Forward! Drive! Green lights! Green lights!
Intersection city coming a running comeback home I run back
Not that strong now
Yes who's there now, can I help you? Calling Intel station light
Did you put your money in? Yes I put it in
It say go, I say go, she say go, so we say go
Cos I can see the light all night tonight this night right now
Coming on forward motion across the ocean
An' up the hills yeh boys let's strike for the hills
While that petrol tank is full
Gimme a push gimme a pull
Gimme a llama gimme a mule
Gimme a donkey or gimme a horse
Down the avenue
So fine
In style
(Vince Taylor)
Driiiiiiiive!!!
Driiiiiiiive!!!
My baby drove up in a brand new Cadillac
Yes she did!
My baby drove up in a brand new Cadillac
She said, ";Hey, come here, Daddy!";
";I ain't never comin' back!";
Baby, baby, won't you hear my plea?
C'mon, sugar, just come on back to me
She said, ";Balls to you, Big Daddy.";
She ain't never coming back!
Baby, baby, won't you hear my plea?
Oh c'mon, just hear my plea
She said, ";Balls to you, Daddy.";
She ain't coming back to me
Baby, baby drove up in a Cadillac
I said, ";Jesus Christ! Where'd you get that cadillac?";
She said, ";Balls to you, Daddy.";
She ain't never coming back!
(Strummer/Jones)
Midnight to six man
For the first time from Jamaica
Dillinger and Leroy Smart
Delroy Wilson, your cool operator
Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae
With backing bands sound systems
And if they've got anything to say
There's many black ears here to listen
But it was Four Tops all night with encores from stage right
Charging from the bass knives to the treble
But onstage they ain't got no roots rock rebel
Onstage they ain't got no...roots rock rebel
Dress back jump back this is a bluebeat attack
'Cos it won't get you anywhere
Fooling with your guns
The British Army is waiting out there
An' it weighs fifteen hundred tons
White youth, black youth
Better find another solution
Why not phone up Robin Hood
And ask him for some wealth distribution
Punk rockers in the UK
They won't notice anyway
They're all too busy fighting
For a good place under the lighting
The new groups are not concerned
With what there is to be learned
They got Burton suits, ha you think it's funny
Turning rebellion into money
All over people changing their votes
Along with their overcoats
If Adolf Hitler flew in today
They'd send a limousine anyway
I'm the all night drug-prowling wolf
Who looks so sick in the sun
I'm the white man in the Palais
Just lookin' for fun
I'm only
Looking for fun
Police and thieves in the streets
Oh yeah!
Scaring the nation with their guns and ammunition
Police and thieves in the street
Oh yeah!
Fighting the nation with their guns and ammunition
From Genesis to Revelation
The next generation will be hear me
From Genesis to Revelation
The next generation will be hear me
And all the crowd comes in day by day
No one stop it in anyway
And all the peacemaker turn war officer
Hear what I say
Vocal ad libPolice, police, police and thieves oh yeah
Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah
From Genesis oh yeah
Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah
Scaring, fighting the nation
Shooting, shooting their guns and ammunition
Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah
Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah
Here come, here come, here come
The station is bombed
Get out get out get out you people
If you don't wanna get blown up
Vocal ad lib
CLASH LYRICS
/ ALLEN GINSBERG LYRICS
/ DO THE WORM ON THE ACCROPOLIS
/ SLAMDANCE THE COSMOPOLIS
/ ENLIGHTEN THE POPULACE
HUNGRY DARKNESS OF LIVING
WHO WILL THIRST IN THE PIT?
/ HOOKED IN METROPOLIS
SHE SPENT A LIFETIME DECIDING
HOW TO RUN FROM IT
/ ADDICTS OF METROPOLIS
ONCE FATE HAD A WITNESS
AND THE YEARS SEEMED LIKE FRIENDS
/ GIRLFRIENDS
HER BABIES CAN DREAM
BUT DREAMS BEGIN LIKE THE END
/ SHOT INTO ETERNITY
/ METHADONE KITTY
/ IRON SERENITY
GHETTO DEFENDANT
IT IS HEROIN PITY
NOT TEAR GAS NOR BATON CHARGE
THAT STOPS YOU TAKING THE CITY/ STRUNG OUT COMMITTEE
WALLED OUT OF THE CITY
CLUBBED DOWN FROM UPTOWN
SPRAYED PEST FROM THE NEST
RUN OUT TO BARRIO TOWN
/THE GUARDS ARE ITCHY
FORCED TO WATCH AT THE FEAST
THEN SWEEP UP THE NIGHT
FLIPPED PIECES OF COIN
/ BROKEN BOTTLES
EXCHANGED FOR BIRTHRIGHT
/ GRAFTED IN A JIFFY
/ STRUNG OUT COMMITTEE
/ SITTING PRETTY
/ GRAPHED IN A JIFFY
/ NO PITY, PRETTY
THE GHETTO PRINCE OF GUTTER POETS
WAS BOUNCED OUT OF THE ROOM
/ JEAN ARTHUR RIMBAUD
BY THE BODYGUARDS OF GREED
FOR DISTURBING THE TOMB
/ 1873
HIS WORDS LIKE FLAMETHROWERS
/ PARIS COMMUNE
BURNT THE GHETTOS IN THEIR CHESTS
HIS FACE WAS PAINTED WHITER
AND HE WAS LAID TO REST
/ DIED IN MARSEILLE
/ BURIED IN CHARLEVILLE
/ SHUT UP
SOAP FLOODS OIL IN WATER
ALL CHURN IN THE WAKE
ON THE GREAT SHIP OF PROGRESS
THE CREW CAN'T FIND THE BRAKE
KLAXONS ARE BLARING
THE ADMIRAL SNORES COMMAND
SUBMARINES BOIL IN OCEANS
WHILE THE ARMIES FIGHT WITH SUNS
Do you believe to leave the things that I admire?
My mistake to make the stakes a little higher
No, nothing's ever gonna be alright
And we invade because of your invite
Far out B.Baby
Couldn't stay away, baby
The clashes don't come one in a million
Did you believe to leaving me without no reason?
Your mistakes, I'm taking you out of season
Nothing really matters anymore
Only the sound of glass across the floor
Far out B.Baby
Couldn't stay away, baby
The clashes don't come one in a million
Here I say, be A.S.A.P
Wouldn't bet a dime on me
The clashes don't come one in a million
Yeah, an' I like things that you might copyright
No and I don't like
That you don't like
What we don't like
There's no one like us
Far out B.Baby
You couldn't stay away, baby
The clashes don't come one in a million
Here I say, be A.S.A.P
Wouldn't bet a dime on me
The clashes don't come one in a million
Come, here I say
Far out B.Baby
Couldn't stay away, baby
The clashes don't come one in a million
A.S.A.P
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