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from The Clash 1집 - The Clash (UK Version) (1977)
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 BEEN I'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 |
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from The Clash 1집 - The Clash (UK Version) (1977)
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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from The Clash 1집 - The Clash (UK Version) (1977)
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 WIN NOBODY 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 |
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from The Clash 1집 - The Clash (UK Version) (1977)
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 ARMS DO 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 |
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from The Clash 1집 - The Clash (UK Version) (1977)
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 |
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from The Clash 1집 - The Clash (UK Version) (1977)
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 around Hate 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 |
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from The Clash 1집 - The Clash (UK Version) (1977)
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 week Never 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 |
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from The Clash 1집 - The Clash (UK Version) (1977)
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 |
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from The Clash 1집 - The Clash (UK Version) (1977)
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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from The Clash 1집 - The Clash (UK Version) (1977)
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. DRILL SITTING 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 |
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from The Clash 1집 - The Clash (UK Version) (1977)
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 count Can'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 |
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from The Clash 1집 - The Clash (UK Version) (1977)
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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from The Clash 1집 - The Clash (UK Version) (1977)
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? |
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from The Clash 2집 - Give'Em Enough Rope (1978)
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 machine All 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 |
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from The Clash 2집 - Give'Em Enough Rope (1978)
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 machine All 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 |
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from The Clash 2집 - Give'Em Enough Rope (1978)
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 out We'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 |
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from The Clash 2집 - Give'Em Enough Rope (1978)
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 out We'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 |
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from The Clash 2집 - Give'Em Enough Rope (1978)
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 more Now 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 |
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from The Clash 2집 - Give'Em Enough Rope (1978)
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 more Now 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 |
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from The Clash 2집 - Give'Em Enough Rope (1978)
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 |
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from The Clash 2집 - Give'Em Enough Rope (1978)
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 |
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from The Clash 2집 - Give'Em Enough Rope (1978)
It's Lucy in the sky and all kinds of apple pie
She giggle[s] at the screen 'cause it looks so green There's carpets on the pavement And feathers in her eye But sooner or later, her new friends will realize That Julie's been working for the Drug Squad Julie's been working for the Drug Squad She can't even look you in the eye (Well) 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 mountain side 'Cause Julie's been working for the Drug Squad 'Cause Julie's been working for the Drug Squad Gumbo! [And it's] Ten years for you Nineteen for you And you can get out in twenty-five That is if you're still alive Oh oh, alive Oh yeah, alive Oh oh, alive Oh! And 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 'Cause Julie's been working for the Drug Squad Julie's been working for the Drug Squad They put him in a cell, they said 'you wait here' You got the time to count all of your hair You got fifteen years That's 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 Julie's been working for the Drug Squad Gumbo! Ten years for you Nineteen for you And you can get out in twenty-five That is if you're still... Alive Oh oh, alive You're still I said you're still |
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from The Clash 2집 - Give'Em Enough Rope (1978)
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 'round For 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 |
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from The Clash 2집 - Give'Em Enough Rope (1978)
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 'round For 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 |
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from The Clash 2집 - Give'Em Enough Rope (1978)
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 |
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from The Clash 2집 - Give'Em Enough Rope (1978)
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 |
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from The Clash 2집 - Give'Em Enough Rope (1978)
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' MENTHOL I 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 |
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from The Clash 2집 - Give'Em Enough Rope (1978)
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' MENTHOL I 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 |
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from The Clash 2집 - Give'Em Enough Rope (1978)
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! |
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from The Clash 2집 - Give'Em Enough Rope (1978)
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! |
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from The Clash - The Clash (1979)
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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from The Clash - The Clash (1979)
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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from The Clash - The Clash (1979)
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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from The Clash - The Clash (1979)
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 |
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from The Clash - The Clash (1979)
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 around Hate 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 |
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from The Clash - The Clash (1979)
Breakin' rocks in the hot sun
I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I needed money 'cause I had none I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won 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 I fought the law and the law won I love my girl and I love my fun I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I miss my baby and i feel so sad I 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 I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the |
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from The Clash - The Clash (1979)
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 week Never 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 |
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from The Clash - The Clash (1979)
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 |
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from The Clash - The Clash (1979)
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 |
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from The Clash - The Clash (1979)
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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from The Clash - The Clash (1979)
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 lib Police, 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 |
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from The Clash - The Clash (1979)
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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from The Clash - The Clash (1979)
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 |
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from The Clash - The Clash (1979)
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? |
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from The Clash 3집 - London Calling (1979)
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 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 sun You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to 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 |
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from The Clash 4집 - Sandinista (1980)
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 |
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from The Clash 4집 - Sandinista (1980)
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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from The Clash 4집 - Sandinista (1980)
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 girls 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 Cola It'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 |
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from The Clash 4집 - Sandinista (1980)
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 nail Spread 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? |
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from The Clash 4집 - Sandinista (1980)
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. |
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from The Clash 4집 - Sandinista (1980)
*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 ago There 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 |
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from The Clash 4집 - Sandinista (1980)
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 farm Well 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 |
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from The Clash 4집 - Sandinista (1980)
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 |
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from The Clash 4집 - Sandinista (1980)
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 permanent In 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 |
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from The Clash 4집 - Sandinista (1980)
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 arrest They'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 |
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from The Clash 4집 - Sandinista (1980)
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 |
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from The Clash 4집 - Sandinista (1980)
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 |
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from The Clash 4집 - Sandinista (1980)
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! |
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from The Clash 4집 - Sandinista (1980)
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 Lot We'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 |
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from The Clash 4집 - Sandinista (1980)
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 good Voting 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 |
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from The Clash 4집 - Sandinista (1980)
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 |
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from The Clash 4집 - Sandinista (1980)
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 |
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from The Clash 4집 - Sandinista (1980)
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 |
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from The Clash 4집 - Sandinista (1980)
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. |
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from The Clash 4집 - Sandinista (1980)
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 |
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from The Clash 4집 - Sandinista (1980)
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 kill Somebody 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? |
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from The Clash 4집 - Sandinista (1980)
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 sea All 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! |
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from The Clash 4집 - Sandinista (1980)
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 beat It 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? |
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from The Clash 4집 - Sandinista (1980)
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 |
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from The Clash 4집 - Sandinista (1980)
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 War He 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 |
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from The Clash 4집 - Sandinista (1980)
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 fade I 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 |
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from The Clash 4집 - Sandinista (1980)
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" |
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from The Clash 4집 - Sandinista (1980)
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 train We 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 |
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from The Clash 4집 - Sandinista (1980)
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 lead For 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! |
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from The Clash 5집 - Combat Rock (1982)
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 CHORUS But 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 |
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from The Clash 5집 - Combat Rock (1982)
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 too CHORUS 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 |
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from The Clash 5집 - Combat Rock (1982)
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 again And 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. |
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from The Clash 5집 - Combat Rock (1982)
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 |
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from The Clash 5집 - Combat Rock (1982)
The soldier boy for his soliders pay
Obeys theeargent at arms whatever he says The seargent will for his seargent's pay Obeythe general order of the 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 publiz bazaar? We are tired of the tune You must not relent At 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 |
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from The Clash 5집 - Combat Rock (1982)
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 |
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from The Clash 5집 - Combat Rock (1982)
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 |
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from The Clash 5집 - Combat Rock (1982)
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 |
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from The Clash 5집 - Combat Rock (1982)
Rock the Casbah
(The Clash) 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 CHORUS The 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. |
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from The Clash 5집 - Combat Rock (1982)
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 anything They filled the sky with a tropical storm. CHORUS You know he head the drums of war Each man knows what he's looking for |
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from The Clash 5집 - Combat Rock (1982)
to moonn6pence from shootingstar
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 me 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 esta feliz One day is fine, next day 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? ¨Saves que robas me queurda? 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? ¨Yo me frio o lo sophlo? If I go there will be trouble - si me voy - 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? ¨Yo me frio o lo sophlo |
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