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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! |
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| 2:04 |
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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 |
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| 1:44 |
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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 |
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| 3:30 |
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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 got An' 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 |
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| 2:07 |
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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 inspector They'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 |
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| 4:28 |
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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 |
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| 2:58 |
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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 LICENSE WANNA 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 |
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| 2:47 |
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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 GIRLS WHAT 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 |
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| 2:34 |
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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 |
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| 3:29 |
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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 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 eyes 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 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 |
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| 5:05 |
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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 |
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| 4:43 |
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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 me Did 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 |
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| 6:09 |
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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 |
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| 4:05 |
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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 |
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| 2:58 |
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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 - coqetiando 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 Al rededar en tu espalda Well come on and let me know Me tienes que desir Should I Stay or should I go? Me debo ir o que darme 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 know This indecision's bugging me Esta undecision me molesta If you don't want me, set me free Si no me quieres, librame Exactly who'm I'm supposed to be Diga me que tengo ser Don't you know which clothes even fit me? 쮁aves que robas me querda? Come on and let me know Me tienes que desir Should I cool it or should I blow? 쭻e debo ir o quedarme? Should I stay or should I go now? 쮇o me frio o lo sophlo? If I go there will be trouble Si me voi - va ver 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? 쮇o me frio o lo sophlo? |
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| 7:24 |
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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 |
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