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from The Clash - The Clash / London Calling / Combat Rock [box] (2003)
Wrong `Em Boyo
(C. Alphanso) Stagger Lee met Billy and they go down to gambling Stagger Lee throwed seven Billy said that he throwed eight So Billy said, hey Stagger! I'm gonna make my big attack I'm gonna have to leave my knife in your back Why do you try to cheat? And trample people under your feet Don't you know it is wrong? To cheat the trying man So you better stop, it is the wrong 'em boyo You lie, steal, cheat and deceit In such a small, small game Don't you know it is wrong Billy Boy has been shot And Stagger Lee's come out on top Don't you know it is wrong To cheat the trying man To cheat Stagger man You'd better stop So you must start all over again-all over again You got to play it, Billy, play, you got to play it, Billy, play And you will find it is the right 'em boyo But if you must lie and deceit And trample people under your feet Don't you know it is wrong It is the wrong 'em boyo |
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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 - 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 Me Without You (2002)
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 - The Clash / London Calling / Combat Rock [box] (2003)
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 - 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 / London Calling / Combat Rock [box] (2003)
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)
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)
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 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 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)
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 - The Clash / London Calling / Combat Rock [box] (2003)
Train In Vain
Say you stand by your man Tell me something I don't understand You said you loved me and that's a fact and then you left me, said you felt trapped Well some things you can't explain away But my heartache's in me till this day CHORUS You didn't you stand by me No, not at all You didn't 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 can't be happy without you round So all alone I keep the wolves at bay and there is only one thing that I can't 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 of 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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from The Clash - Live At Shea Stadium [live] (2008)
Train In Vain
Say you stand by your man Tell me something I don't understand You said you loved me and that's a fact and then you left me, said you felt trapped Well some things you can't explain away But my heartache's in me till this day CHORUS You didn't you stand by me No, not at all You didn't 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 can't be happy without you round So all alone I keep the wolves at bay and there is only one thing that I can't 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 of 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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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 - Live At Shea Stadium [live] (2008)
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 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)
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 - Live At Shea Stadium [live] (2008)
Guns Of Brixton
When they kick at your front door How are you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun When the law break in How are 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 Yes, even shoot us But oh-the guns of Brixton When they kick at your front door How are 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)
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)
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)
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 - The Clash / London Calling / Combat Rock [box] (2003)
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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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 - The Clash / London Calling / Combat Rock [box] (2003)
Spanish songs in Andalucia
The shooting sites in the days of '39 Oh, please, leave the vendanna open Fredrico Lorca is dead and gone Bullet holes in the cemetery walls The black cars of the Guardia Civil Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica I'm flying in a DC 10 tonight CHORUS Spanish bombs, yo tequierro y finito Yote querda, oh mi corazon Spanish bombs, yo te quierro y finito Yo te querda, oh mi corazon Spanish weeks in my disco casino The freedom fighters died upon the hill They sang the red flag They wore the black one But after they died it was Mockingbird Hill Back home the buses went up in flashes The Irish tomb was drenched in blood Spanish bombs shatter the hotels My senorita's rose was nipped in the bud CHORUS The hillsides ring with "Free the people" Or can I hear the echo from the days of '39? With trenches full of poets The ragged army, fixin' bayonets to fight the other line Spanish bombs rock the province I'm hearing music from another time Spanish bombs on the Costa Brava I'm flying in on a DC 10 tonight Spanish songs in Andalucia, Mandolina, oh mi corazon Spanish songs in Granada, oh mi corazon |
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from The Clash - Live At Shea Stadium [live] (2008)
Spanish songs in Andalucia
The shooting sites in the days of '39 Oh, please, leave the vendanna open Fredrico Lorca is dead and gone Bullet holes in the cemetery walls The black cars of the Guardia Civil Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica I'm flying in a DC 10 tonight CHORUS Spanish bombs, yo tequierro y finito Yote querda, oh mi corazon Spanish bombs, yo te quierro y finito Yo te querda, oh mi corazon Spanish weeks in my disco casino The freedom fighters died upon the hill They sang the red flag They wore the black one But after they died it was Mockingbird Hill Back home the buses went up in flashes The Irish tomb was drenched in blood Spanish bombs shatter the hotels My senorita's rose was nipped in the bud CHORUS The hillsides ring with "Free the people" Or can I hear the echo from the days of '39? With trenches full of poets The ragged army, fixin' bayonets to fight the other line Spanish bombs rock the province I'm hearing music from another time Spanish bombs on the Costa Brava I'm flying in on a DC 10 tonight Spanish songs in Andalucia, Mandolina, oh mi corazon Spanish songs in Granada, oh mi corazon |
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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)
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 - The Clash / London Calling / Combat Rock [box] (2003)
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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from The Clash - Live At Shea Stadium [live] (2008)
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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from The Clash - The Clash / London Calling / Combat Rock [box] (2003)
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 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 - The Clash / London Calling / Combat Rock [box] (2003)
Sing, Michael, sing-on the route of the 19 Bus Hear them sayin' How you get a rude and a reckless? Don't you be so crude and a feckless You been drinking brew for breakfast Rudie can't fail So we reply I know that my life make you nervous But I tell you that I can't live in service Like the doctor who was born for a purpose*** Rudie can't fail I WENT TO THE MARKET TO REALISE MY SOUL 'CAUSE WHAT I NEED I JUST DON'T HAVE FIRST THEY CURSE, THEN THEY PRESS ME TILL I HURT WE SAY RUDIE CAN'T FAIL We hear them sayin' Now first you must cure your temper Then you find a job in the paper You need someone for a saviour Oh, Rudie can't fail We reply Now we get a rude and a reckless We been seen lookin' cool an' a speckless We been drinking brew for breakfast So Rudie can't fail Okay! So where you wanna go today? Hey boss man! You're looking pretty smart In your chicken skin suit You think you're pretty hot In your pork pie hat But...Rudie can't fail Look out, look out... Sky juice!...10 cents a bottle! *DOCTOR ALIMANTADO |
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from The Clash - The Clash / London Calling / Combat Rock [box] (2003)
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 - Live At Shea Stadium [live] (2008)
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 - The Clash / London Calling / Combat Rock [box] (2003)
Revolution Rock
(J. Edwards/D. Ray) Revolution rock, it is a brand new rock A bad, bad rock, this here revolution rock Careful how you move, Mac, you dig me in me back An’ I’m so pilled up that I rattle I have got the sharpeest knife, so I cut the biggest slice But I have no time to do battle Everybody smash up your seats and rock to this Brand new beat This here music mash up the nation This here music cause a sensation Tell your ma, tell your pa everything’s gonna be all right Can’t you feel it? DOn’t ignore it Gonna be Arl-right Revolution rock, I am in a state of shock So bad, bad rock, this here revolution rock Careful how you slide, Clyde, all you did was glide And you poured your beer in me hat With my good eye on the beat, living on fixation strete And I ai’t got no time for that |
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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 - The Clash / London Calling / Combat Rock [box] (2003)
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 - The Clash / London Calling / Combat Rock [box] (2003)
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 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 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 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 - Live At Shea Stadium [live] (2008)
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 - 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 Royal Tenenbaums [Expanded] (로얄 테넌바움) by Mark Mothersbaugh [best, ost] (2001)
Police and thieves in the street, oh yeah
Fighting the nation with their guns and ammunition Police and thieves in the street, oh yeah Scaring the nation with their guns and ammunition From Genesis to Revelations The next generation will be hear me All the crimes committed day by day No one tried to stop it in any way All the peace makers turn war officers Hear what I say |
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from The Clash - The Clash / London Calling / Combat Rock [box] (2003)
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 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)
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)
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 - The Clash / London Calling / Combat Rock [box] (2003)
Yeh, you must treat your lover girl right
If you wanna make lover's rock You must know a place you can kiss to make lovers rock Everybody knows it's a crying shame But nobody knows the poor babie's name When she forgot that thing that she had to swallow You Western man, you're free with your seed When you make lovers rock But woops! there goes the strength that you need To make real cool lovers rock 'Cause a genuine lover takes off his clothes And he can make a lover in a thousand go's An' she don't need that thing that she had to swallow Yeh, you must treat your lover girl right to make lover's rock You must know a place you can kiss to make lovers rock Everybody knows it's a crying shame But nobody knows the poor babie's name When she forgot that thing that she had to swallow |
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from The Clash - The Clash / London Calling / Combat Rock [box] (2003)
Lost In The Supermarket
(Strummer/Jones) CHORUS I'm all lost in the supermarket I can no longer shop happily I came in here for that special offer A guaranteed personality I wasn't born so much as I fell out Nobody seemed to notice me We had a hedge back home in the suburbs Over which I never could see I heard the people who lived on the ceiling Scream and fight most scarily Hearing that noise was my first ever feeling That's how it's been all around me CHORUS I'm all tuned in, I see all the programmes I save coupons from packets of tea I've got my giant hit discoteque album I empty a bottle and I feel a bit free The kids in the halls and the pipes in the walls Make me noises for company Long distance callers make long distance calls And the silence makes me lonely CHORUS And it's not hear It disappear I'm all lost |
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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)
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 - The Clash / London Calling / Combat Rock [box] (2003)
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)
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)
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 / London Calling / Combat Rock [box] (2003)
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 phony 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 Meltdown expected and the wheat is growing thin Engines stop running but I have no fear London is drowning and I live by the river London calling to the imitation zone Forget it, brother, you can 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 while 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 alike |
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from What A Girl Wants (왓 어 걸 원츠) by Rupert Gregson Williams [ost] (2003)
London calling to the faraway towns Now 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 Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin Engines stop running, but I have no fear London is drowning - I live by the river London calling to the imitation zone Forget it, brother, you can go at 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 hides 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 era, but I have no fear London is drowning - 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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from The Clash - Live At Shea Stadium [live] (2008)
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 phony 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 Meltdown expected and the wheat is growing thin Engines stop running but I have no fear London is drowning and I live by the river London calling to the imitation zone Forget it, brother, you can 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 while 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 alike |
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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)
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)
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 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 - The Clash / London Calling / Combat Rock [box] (2003)
Koka Kola
Elevator! Going up! In the gleaming corridors of the 51st floor The money can be made if you really want some more Executive decision-a clinical precision Jumping from the windows-filled with indecision I get good advice from the advertising world Treat me nice says the party girl Koke adds life where there isn't any So freeze, man, freeze It's the pause that refreshes in the corridors of power When top men need a top up long before the happy hour Your snakeskin suit and your alligator boot You won't need a launderette, you can send them to the vet! I get my advice from the advertising world Treat me nice says the party girl Koke adds life where there isn't any So freeze, man, freeze Koka Kola advertising and kokaine Strolling down the Broadway in the rain Neon light sign says it I read it in the paper-they're crazy! Suit your life, maybe so In the White House-I know All Over Berlin (they've been doing it for years) And in Manhattan! Coming through the door is a snub-nose 44 What the barrel can't snort it can spatter on the floor Your eyeballs feel like pinballs And your tongue feels like a fish You're leaping from the windows-saying don't Ayaiiiiirrrghhh! *@!!*@!!*! Don't give me none of this! Koke adds life says the advertising world Treat me nice says the party girl Koke adds life where there isn't any So freeze, man, freeze Hit the deck! |
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from The Clash - The Clash / London Calling / Combat Rock [box] (2003)
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 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)
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)
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 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 - The Clash / London Calling / Combat Rock [box] (2003)
Jimmy Jazz
The police walked in for Jimmy Jazz I said, he ain't here, but he sure went past Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Jazz Sattamassagana for Jimmy Dread Cut off his ears and chop off his head Police came looking for Jimmy Jazz So if you're gonna take a message 'cross this town Maybe put it down somewhere over the other side See it gets to Jimmy Jazz (See) So tell me now Police come in they said Now, Where's Jimmy Jazz? I said, hmm he was here but uh, He said he went out Who is it they're looking for? Jimmy Jazz, Jazz, Jazz, Jazz eh Sattamassagana for Jimmy Dread Cut off his ears and they'll chop off his head Oh you're looking for Jimmy Jazz, Jazz... What a relief! I feel like a soldier, But I look like a thief! Don't you bother me, not anymore I can't take this tale, oh, no more It's all around, Jimmy Jazz J-a-zee zee J-a-zed zed J-a-zed zed Jimmy Jazz And then it sucks He said, suck that! So go look all around, you can try your luck, brother ANd see what you found But I guarantee you that it ain't your day Your time, it ain't your day Chop! Chop! |
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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 - 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 / London Calling / Combat Rock [box] (2003)
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)
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 / London Calling / Combat Rock [box] (2003)
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 / London Calling / Combat Rock [box] (2003)
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 / London Calling / Combat Rock [box] (2003)
If it's true that a rich man leads a sad life
N' that's what they from day to day Then what do all the poor do with their lives? Have nothing to say on judgment day? I've been beat up, I've been thrown Out but I'm not down, I'm not down I've been shown up, but I've grown up And I'm not down, I'm not down On my own I faced a gang of jeering in strange streets When my nerves were pumping and I Fought my fear in, I did not run I was not done I've been beat up, I've been thrown Out but I'm not down, I'm not down I've been shown up, but I've grown up And I'm not down, I'm not down And I have lived that kind of day When one of your sorrows will go away It goes down and down and hit the floor Down and down and down some more Depression But I now there'll be some way When I can swing everything back my way Like skyscrapers rising up Floor by floor, I'm not giving up So you rock around and think that You're the toughest In the world, the whole wide world But you're streets away from where It gets the roughest You ain't been there I've been beat up, I've been thrown Out but I'm not down, I'm not down I've been shown up, but I've grown up And I'm not down, I'm not down |
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from The Clash - The Clash / London Calling / Combat Rock [box] (2003)
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 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 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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