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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 - Cut The Crap (1999)
Are you ready for
Are you ready for War War War High above the satellites View the Earth (???) nights Europe switches off those lights Are you ready for War, all in all this sentimental War, wall to wall with the regimental War, with all the things continental Are you red War War War There's no use runnin' a mobile home Everywhere is a target zone Hell is ringing on the red, red phone Are you ready for War, all that is futuristic War, all that is realistic War, all that will be ballistic Are you red War War War Are you ready for Are you ready for Vodka chilled in the Kremlin bar Ride on the rocky (???) and hold my arm Raise my glass and break it on the bar Are you ready for War, all in all this sentimental War, wall to wall with the regimental War, with all the things continental Are you red Are you ready for War War War |
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from The Clash - Cut The Crap (1999)
Rebels on the corner
Rebels to the core Got a million dollar question What is livin' for? Hey! Man can scratch a livin' In a fat man's city class The teacher is survival But soon the present will be the past So! Be cool under heat Be cool under heat Be cool on the street Be cool under heat When you're rockin' down On a cold hard night Pitiless eyes of the cityless souls Narrow in the lights Sorrow upon sorrow Go ganging up in your head You can leave it till tomorrow If you can balance on the edge Hey! Be cool under heat Be cool under heat Be cool on the street Be cool under heat When the baby and you got to fight Go cool your love in the rain When the match refuses to strike Show that you really are in pain I'm giving you a warning Gonna burn those blue suede shoes Swagger in the mornin' Prints up front page news Be cool under heat Be cool under heat Be cool on the street Be cool under heat |
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from The Clash - Cut The Crap (1999)
Yes I am the dictator the more guns I got the better
Yes I am the liquidator I carry the old Beretta You know there once was freedom You know how dangerous that can be The people used to dance & sing & they used to run wild in the streets But now I am the voice Howling from your radio From my armour plated Cadillac You'll hear what I say goes Yes I am the dictator I satisfy the U.S. team I always do my killing in the woods & keep the city gutters clean Cos I need a few more dollars For my fighter pilot to be free To dive bomb on the population If they go running wild in the streets Yes I am that voice...etc Yes I am the crusador I spent twenty years in exile But now I am the invader & I'm never never gonna die Yes I am the dictator my name is on your ballot sheet But until my box has your cross you know the form is incomplete And you know........etc |
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from The Clash - Cut The Crap (1999)
(strummer/rhodes)
Gonna be a dirty punk Gonna rock your neighborhood Do the sound of rebel funk Turn it up loud like it should I could hear your momma scream She's gonna waste herself away When your daddy smashed that tv screen I understand what he had to say I'm going to get me a big, big, big Big, big car Then I'm gonna drive, drive, drive I'm gonna drive so far Up your boulevard Up your boulevard So far up your boulevard Gonna be a dirty punk While my brother dresses clean He used to be the local hunk The girls all ride in my machine(?) How bout the time I made him drunk And he insult my brotherhood I shout out I am a dirty punk Gonna rock your neighborhood I'm going to get a big, big, big Big, big car Then I'm gonna drive, drive, drive I'm gonna drive so far Up your boulevard Up your boulevard So far up your boulevard Gonna get a big, big, big Go faster! Then I'm gonna go! big! Let's go to (???) Up your boulevard Up your boulevard Go so far up your boulevard Gonna drive my big, big, big Big, big car Then I'm gonna drive, drive, drive I'm gonna drive so far Up your boulevard Up your boulevard So far up your boulevard |
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from The Clash - Cut The Crap (1999)
This here finger of mine Is gonna point to the beat, right on time This finger points in a brand new dance This finger points for a new romance This here finger's got no ring It'll point at anything This finger points gonna pop tonight Gonna point at the best girl in sight Don't talk shop Fingerpop Don't talk shop Fingerpop Girls, girls round the floor Are you wondering what you came for Why do these boys stand in groups Are they urban tribes of fighting troops Girls, girls it's time to act Time to beat gonna make contact Make it plain and make it clear Just point out who you want to hear Don't talk shop Round the house Fingerpop Dont' talk shop (???) Man or mouse Don't talk shop Fingerpop Don't talk shop Fingerpop Boys, boys cat got your tongue Can't you see she's the prettiest one Better act real hurt Just turn around kickin' the dirt This here (???) is on selling street Tell the girl who you want to meet This here finger gonna point tonight Gonna point at the best girl in sight Gonna move Gonna move Gonna move Gonna move Girls, girls go around the floor Can't remember what you came here for Don't talk shop Fingerpop Don't talk shop Fingerpop This here finger of mine Gonna point to the beat, right on time This finger points in a brand new dance This finger points for a new romance This here finger's got no ring And it gets to point at anything This finger points rock tonight Gonna point at the best girl in sight-a |
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from The Clash - Cut The Crap (1999)
Hey anybody got a cigarette?
Has anybody got a cigarette Haven't you declared a disaster zone Ho! Your car is a total wreck And I just can't go back home My girl if she had the dope We'd get the messieurs on the phone I still got to get up and go home Don't start driving on my headstone Go! Life is wild life is free Make him want to stop, gonna fall on me Life is wild life is free Make him want to stop, gonna (???) me Here's to all of my kindred souls He got a life but ain't got no style Well heard that your story goes You nearly broke down after half a mile Hey that is the way it goes You better keep a note on file You'll have to reap what I suppose Gets you a floor and a (???) Life is wild life is free Make him want to stop, gonna fall on me Life is wild life is free Make him want to stop, gonna (???) me Somebody got a cigarette? A guitar or a blank cassette Hey! The last thing he'd expect in his bar Gonna chart the rise of my star Life is wild life is free Make him want to stop, gonna fall on me Life is wild life is free Make him want to stop, gonna (???) me |
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from The Clash - Cut The Crap (1999)
The boy stood in the burning slum
Better times had to come Fate lay in the hands that clap The muscles that move & the power that raps He went up on money street Waving an poping to the beat Off his wits an on his feet He worked a coin from the cold concrete Movers & shakers come on you got what it takes to make it Movers an shakers come on even if you have to fake it Where the highway meets the lights With a red bandanna & rapid wipes He shines Glass and he cleans chrome He'll accept what he gets thrown This man earns cos its understood Times are bad and he's makin good Down on him but he's got it beat He's working coin from the cold concrete Movers & shakers come on....etc And when I see you down & I say That aint no way through that aint no way through Movers & shakers come on....etc Way back in some city heat When a friend was anybody with food to eat It was lousy life with a leaking roof We got up to find that truth Make a drum from a garbage can Allow your tongue to be a man When the beat propels you off your seat You got it made in the cold concrete Movers & shakers come on! |
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from The Clash - Cut The Crap (1999)
And so we say
We ain't got life Don't want a cardboard cut-out Don't want a plastic knife Now I know, time can march With it's chargin' feet Now I know, words are only cheap It's gonna be a burn out All around this town The South is up But the North is down There's gonna be a killin' Of a woman and a man Trying to feed that child Without a coin in their hand And so we say Have you no use For eight million hands And the power of youth Now I know, time can march With it's chargin' feet Now I know, words are only cheap It's gonna be a burn out All around this town The South is up But the North is down There's gonna be a killin' Of a woman and a man Trying to feed that child Without a coin in their hand It's gonna be a burn out! And so we say We ain't diggin' no graves We're diggin' a foundation For a future to be made Now I know, time can march With it's chargin' feet Now I know, words are only cheap It's gonna be a burn out All around this town The South is up But the North is down There's gonna be a killin' Of a woman and a man Trying to feed that child Without a coin in their hand It's gonna be a burn out! |
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from The Clash - Cut The Crap (1999)
Spoken
Voice: Hey (???) piranah Joe: Yup and the piranah got it V: Yeah, well if it's hooligan you want J: We British will tear upon the street V: (???) J: I see you've lived in Germany. V: Yankee (???) J: (???) V: (???) Sung I long for the prairie Of the wild frontier We got to take it to the space age (???) back at pioneers V:I thought I'd call a taxi J: Well what you got is a police car V: Are you gonna (???) cleanin'? J: (???) use a burglar V: (???) J: I'll say to give you a kiss V: No (???) J: Come on lets go out get smashed I long for the prairie Of the wild frontier We got to take it to the space age (???) back at pioneers V: What kind of food for the picnic J: Hey don't worry about our (???) V: (???) obviously then J: Well everyday seems the same V: No. I don't want (???) J: Look at you. Turn your plastic into gold. V: (???) J: Just get your face in a centerfold V: 2,3,4 I long for the prairie Of the wild frontier We got to take it to the space age (???) back at pioneers |
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from The Clash - Cut The Crap (1999)
I hear a gang fire on a human factory farm
Are they howling out or doing somebody harm On a catwalk jungle somebody grabbed my arm A voice spoke so cold it matched the weapon in her palm This is England This knife of Sheffield steel This is England This is how we feel Time on his hands freezing in those clothes He won't go for the carrot They beat him by the pole Some sunny day confronted by his soul He's out at sea, too far off, he can't go home This is England What we're supposed to die for This is England And we're never gonna cry no more Black shadow of the Vincent Falls on a Triumph line I got my motorcycle jacket But I'm walking all the time South Atlantic wind blows Ice from a dying creed I see no glory When will we be free This is England We can chain you to the rail This is England We can kill you in a jail The British boots go kick them Got 'em in the head Police ain't watchin' The newspapers been read Who cares to protest A (???) in the eye like a flare Out came the batons and The British warned themselves This is England The land of (il)legal dances This is England Land of a thousand stances This is England This knife of Sheffield steel This is England This is how we feel This is England This is England |
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from The Clash - Cut The Crap (1999)
Patriots of the wasteland torching two hundred years
Dragging my spirit back into the dungeon again Bring back crucification cry the moral death's head legion Using steel nails manufactured by the slaves in Asia You wont fall for that law and order is a baton in the rib You wont fall for that just like your mummy & your daddy did Blood inside a fountain pen wrote you out of life again & who knows any better than to kick and scratch under English weather )From a chain gang to the mill. The mill that sits on top of the hill The fog drowned towns arr gonna have to fade The wrong side of the a scissor blade You wont fall for that law and order is a baton in the rib You wont fall for that just like your mummy & your daddy did I'll eat my hat I'm gonna be sick They own the pack while we play the three card trick Dont you remember the place Where we hid the ace? Yeah not thick but slick Now we all gotta play the three card trick |
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from The Clash - Cut The Crap (1999)
Punk rockers, hip-hoppers
Brit poppers, show stoppers Beboppers, hair droppers Are you ready to sing? Right wing, left wing I want something To see me through (???) Bout what do you think We ain't gonna be treated like trash We got one thing We are the Clash What? We are the Clash It's like a patch You can strike that match With my guitar now (???) last dance I see them where they (???) How they usually stay Beating on a drum Did they tell them 'take it in' Got the (???) Where the fat boy blew We ain't gonna be treated like trash We got one thing We are the Clash That's right We are the Clash It's like a patch You can strike that match Home fires burnin' In motorcycle city The rockin' gods will choose If I'm worthy to live The first (???) engine (???) forty-six And there's no more (???) To imitate respect We ain't gonna be treated like trash We got one thing We are the Clash Don't take no shit We are the Clash Do ya hear me? It's like a patch You can strike that match |
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from The Clash - Black Market Clash (1995)
STAY AROUND DON'T PLAY AROUND THIS OLD TOWN AND ALL SEEMS LIKE I GOT TO TRAVEL ON A LOT OF PEOPLE WON'T GET NO SUPPER TONIGHT A LOT OF PEOPLE WON'T GET NO JUSTICE TONIGHT THE BATTLE IS GETTIN HOTTER IN THIS IRATION, ARMAGIDEON TIME A LOT OF PEOPLE RUNNIN AND A HIDING TONIGHT A LOT OF PEOPLE WON'T GET NO JUSTICE TONIGHT REMEMBER TO KICK IT OVER NO ONE WILL GUIDE YOU - ARMAGIDEON TIME |
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from The Clash - Black Market Clash (1995)
Yes, it's time for the Dr. Goebbels show!
There's a tower in the heart of London With a radio station right at the top They don't make the city beat They're making all the action stop A long time ago there were pirates Beaming waves from the sea But now all the stations are silenced 'Cause they ain't got a government license Want to tell your problems? Phone in from your bedsit room Having trouble with your partner? Let us all in on the news If you want to hear a record Get the word from Aiden Day He picks all the hits to play To keep you in your place all day Capital Radio In tune with nothing Don't touch that dial Don't touch that dial Don't touch that dial... |
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from The Clash - Black Market Clash (1995)
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 - Black Market Clash (1995)
THIS IS THE CITY OF THE DEAD
AS WE LIE SIDE BY SIDE IN BED I'D DO SOMETHING ELSE INSTEAD BUT IT IS THE CITY OF THE DEAD WE WENT OUT KICKIN' AROUND BUT YOU GOT DRUNK AN' FALLEN DOWN AN' I WISHED I COULD BE LIKE YOU WITH THE SOHO RIVER DRINKING ME DOWN IN THE CITY OF THE DEAD FALL IN LOVE AN' FALL IN BED IT WASN'T ANYTHING YOU SAID EXCEPT I KNOW WE BOTH LIE DEAD DON'T YOU KNOW WHERE TO COP THAT'S WHAT NEW YORK JOHNNY SAID * * * * YOU SHOULD GET TO KNOW YOUR TOWN JUST LIKE I KNOW MINE WHILE ALL THE WINDOWS STARE AHEAD AN' THE STREETS ARE FILLED WITH DREAD EVERY NATION IN THE WORLD SLINKS THROUGH THE ALLEY AFTER GIRLS WHAT WE WEAR IS DANGEROUS GEAR IT'LL GET YOU PICKED ON ANYWHERE THOUGH WE GET BEAT UP WE DON'T CARE AT LEAST IT LIVENS UP THE AIR BUT SOMEDAYS WE HIDE INSIDE ALL COURAGE GONE AND PARALYSED SNIFF THAT WIND OF UGLY TENSION TODAY THE JERKS HAVE GOT AGGRESSION IT IS THE CITY OF THE DEAD *JOHNNY THUNDERS |
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from The Clash - Black Market Clash (1995)
It is you, oh yeah
It is you, oh yeah I said a pressure drop, Oh pressure, oh yeah Pressure's gonna drop on you I said pressure drop Oh pressure, oh yeah Pressure's gonna drop on you I said when it drops Oh you gonna feel it Oh that you were doin' it wrong, wrong, wrong Now when it drops Oh you gonna feel it That you were doin' it wrong and how I said when it drops You gonna feel it That you've been doin' it wrong Now when it drops, drop You gonna feel it That you've been doin' wrong Now when it drops, drop Feel it You make the wrong move Now when it drops, drop You gonna feel it That you've been it doin' wrong I said, pressure drop Oh pressure, oh yeah Pressure's gonna drop on you Pressure drop Oh pressure, oh yeah Pressure's gonna drop on you Now when it drops on your dirty little head Where you gonna go? It's you, you, you When it drop on, oh you're gonna feel it What you're doing is wrong, wrong, wrong Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure... I said a pressure drop |
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from The Clash - Black Market Clash (1995)
THE PRISONER MEETS THE MUPPET HI-FI NORTH OF WATFORD JUNCTION WE GET IN BUT WE DON'T HAVE FUN AN' WE LEAVE BEFORE THE TRUNCHEONS SO IT'S BACK TO WATCH THE DAY TO DAY SAGA OF WORKING PEOPLE HANGING OUT THE WASHING AND CLIPPING COUPONS AND GENERALLY BEING DECENT JOHNNY TOO BAD MEETS JOHNNY BE GOOD IN THE CHARING CROSS ROAD THAT'S THE ONLY THING THAT HAPPENED TODAY SAYS THE WEST END JUNGLE CODE AND ALL THE GERMANS AND ALL THE FRENCH JAM THEMSELVES DOWN THE TUBE AND RE-ENACT THE SECOND WORLD WAR WHILE THE RUDE BOYS GET RUDE! AND I LOOK TO MY LEFT AND I LOOK TO MY RIGHT AND I'M LOOKING FOR A MAN I'M LOOKING FOR A SIGN I DON'T WANNA BE THE PRISONER THE PRISONER LIVES IN CAMDEN TOWN SELLING REVOLUTION THE PRISONER LOADS HIS TRACKING ARM UP WITH SELF-DISILLUSION YOUR MOTHER DOES THE WASHING UP YOUR OLD MAN DIGS THE GARDEN YOU'RE ONLY FREE TO DODGE THE COPS AN' BUNK THE TRAIN TO STARDOM |
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from The Clash 6집 - Cut The Crap (1985)
Are you ready for
Are you ready for War War War High above the satellites View the Earth (???) nights Europe switches off those lights Are you ready for War, all in all this sentimental War, wall to wall with the regimental War, with all the things continental Are you red War War War There's no use runnin' a mobile home Everywhere is a target zone Hell is ringing on the red, red phone Are you ready for War, all that is futuristic War, all that is realistic War, all that will be ballistic Are you red War War War Are you ready for Are you ready for Vodka chilled in the Kremlin bar Ride on the rocky (???) and hold my arm Raise my glass and break it on the bar Are you ready for War, all in all this sentimental War, wall to wall with the regimental War, with all the things continental Are you red Are you ready for War War War |
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from The Clash 6집 - Cut The Crap (1985)
Rebels on the corner
Rebels to the core Got a million dollar question What is livin' for? Hey! Man can scratch a livin' In a fat man's city class The teacher is survival But soon the present will be the past So! Be cool under heat Be cool under heat Be cool on the street Be cool under heat When you're rockin' down On a cold hard night Pitiless eyes of the cityless souls Narrow in the lights Sorrow upon sorrow Go ganging up in your head You can leave it till tomorrow If you can balance on the edge Hey! Be cool under heat Be cool under heat Be cool on the street Be cool under heat When the baby and you got to fight Go cool your love in the rain When the match refuses to strike Show that you really are in pain I'm giving you a warning Gonna burn those blue suede shoes Swagger in the mornin' Prints up front page news Be cool under heat Be cool under heat Be cool on the street Be cool under heat |
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from The Clash 6집 - Cut The Crap (1985)
Yes I am the dictator the more guns I got the better
Yes I am the liquidator I carry the old Beretta You know there once was freedom You know how dangerous that can be The people used to dance & sing & they used to run wild in the streets But now I am the voice Howling from your radio From my armour plated Cadillac You'll hear what I say goes Yes I am the dictator I satisfy the U.S. team I always do my killing in the woods & keep the city gutters clean Cos I need a few more dollars For my fighter pilot to be free To dive bomb on the population If they go running wild in the streets Yes I am that voice...etc Yes I am the crusador I spent twenty years in exile But now I am the invader & I'm never never gonna die Yes I am the dictator my name is on your ballot sheet But until my box has your cross you know the form is incomplete And you know........etc |
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from The Clash 6집 - Cut The Crap (1985)
(strummer/rhodes)
Gonna be a dirty punk Gonna rock your neighborhood Do the sound of rebel funk Turn it up loud like it should I could hear your momma scream She's gonna waste herself away When your daddy smashed that tv screen I understand what he had to say I'm going to get me a big, big, big Big, big car Then I'm gonna drive, drive, drive I'm gonna drive so far Up your boulevard Up your boulevard So far up your boulevard Gonna be a dirty punk While my brother dresses clean He used to be the local hunk The girls all ride in my machine(?) How bout the time I made him drunk And he insult my brotherhood I shout out I am a dirty punk Gonna rock your neighborhood I'm going to get a big, big, big Big, big car Then I'm gonna drive, drive, drive I'm gonna drive so far Up your boulevard Up your boulevard So far up your boulevard Gonna get a big, big, big Go faster! Then I'm gonna go! big! Let's go to (???) Up your boulevard Up your boulevard Go so far up your boulevard Gonna drive my big, big, big Big, big car Then I'm gonna drive, drive, drive I'm gonna drive so far Up your boulevard Up your boulevard So far up your boulevard |
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from The Clash 6집 - Cut The Crap (1985)
This here finger of mine Is gonna point to the beat, right on time This finger points in a brand new dance This finger points for a new romance This here finger's got no ring It'll point at anything This finger points gonna pop tonight Gonna point at the best girl in sight Don't talk shop Fingerpop Don't talk shop Fingerpop Girls, girls round the floor Are you wondering what you came for Why do these boys stand in groups Are they urban tribes of fighting troops Girls, girls it's time to act Time to beat gonna make contact Make it plain and make it clear Just point out who you want to hear Don't talk shop Round the house Fingerpop Dont' talk shop (???) Man or mouse Don't talk shop Fingerpop Don't talk shop Fingerpop Boys, boys cat got your tongue Can't you see she's the prettiest one Better act real hurt Just turn around kickin' the dirt This here (???) is on selling street Tell the girl who you want to meet This here finger gonna point tonight Gonna point at the best girl in sight Gonna move Gonna move Gonna move Gonna move Girls, girls go around the floor Can't remember what you came here for Don't talk shop Fingerpop Don't talk shop Fingerpop This here finger of mine Gonna point to the beat, right on time This finger points in a brand new dance This finger points for a new romance This here finger's got no ring And it gets to point at anything This finger points rock tonight Gonna point at the best girl in sight-a |
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from The Clash 6집 - Cut The Crap (1985)
Hey anybody got a cigarette?
Has anybody got a cigarette Haven't you declared a disaster zone Ho! Your car is a total wreck And I just can't go back home My girl if she had the dope We'd get the messieurs on the phone I still got to get up and go home Don't start driving on my headstone Go! Life is wild life is free Make him want to stop, gonna fall on me Life is wild life is free Make him want to stop, gonna (???) me Here's to all of my kindred souls He got a life but ain't got no style Well heard that your story goes You nearly broke down after half a mile Hey that is the way it goes You better keep a note on file You'll have to reap what I suppose Gets you a floor and a (???) Life is wild life is free Make him want to stop, gonna fall on me Life is wild life is free Make him want to stop, gonna (???) me Somebody got a cigarette? A guitar or a blank cassette Hey! The last thing he'd expect in his bar Gonna chart the rise of my star Life is wild life is free Make him want to stop, gonna fall on me Life is wild life is free Make him want to stop, gonna (???) me |
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from The Clash 6집 - Cut The Crap (1985)
The boy stood in the burning slum
Better times had to come Fate lay in the hands that clap The muscles that move & the power that raps He went up on money street Waving an poping to the beat Off his wits an on his feet He worked a coin from the cold concrete Movers & shakers come on you got what it takes to make it Movers an shakers come on even if you have to fake it Where the highway meets the lights With a red bandanna & rapid wipes He shines Glass and he cleans chrome He'll accept what he gets thrown This man earns cos its understood Times are bad and he's makin good Down on him but he's got it beat He's working coin from the cold concrete Movers & shakers come on....etc And when I see you down & I say That aint no way through that aint no way through Movers & shakers come on....etc Way back in some city heat When a friend was anybody with food to eat It was lousy life with a leaking roof We got up to find that truth Make a drum from a garbage can Allow your tongue to be a man When the beat propels you off your seat You got it made in the cold concrete Movers & shakers come on! |
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from The Clash 6집 - Cut The Crap (1985)
And so we say
We ain't got life Don't want a cardboard cut-out Don't want a plastic knife Now I know, time can march With it's chargin' feet Now I know, words are only cheap It's gonna be a burn out All around this town The South is up But the North is down There's gonna be a killin' Of a woman and a man Trying to feed that child Without a coin in their hand And so we say Have you no use For eight million hands And the power of youth Now I know, time can march With it's chargin' feet Now I know, words are only cheap It's gonna be a burn out All around this town The South is up But the North is down There's gonna be a killin' Of a woman and a man Trying to feed that child Without a coin in their hand It's gonna be a burn out! And so we say We ain't diggin' no graves We're diggin' a foundation For a future to be made Now I know, time can march With it's chargin' feet Now I know, words are only cheap It's gonna be a burn out All around this town The South is up But the North is down There's gonna be a killin' Of a woman and a man Trying to feed that child Without a coin in their hand It's gonna be a burn out! |
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from The Clash 6집 - Cut The Crap (1985)
Spoken
Voice: Hey (???) piranah Joe: Yup and the piranah got it V: Yeah, well if it's hooligan you want J: We British will tear upon the street V: (???) J: I see you've lived in Germany. V: Yankee (???) J: (???) V: (???) Sung I long for the prairie Of the wild frontier We got to take it to the space age (???) back at pioneers V:I thought I'd call a taxi J: Well what you got is a police car V: Are you gonna (???) cleanin'? J: (???) use a burglar V: (???) J: I'll say to give you a kiss V: No (???) J: Come on lets go out get smashed I long for the prairie Of the wild frontier We got to take it to the space age (???) back at pioneers V: What kind of food for the picnic J: Hey don't worry about our (???) V: (???) obviously then J: Well everyday seems the same V: No. I don't want (???) J: Look at you. Turn your plastic into gold. V: (???) J: Just get your face in a centerfold V: 2,3,4 I long for the prairie Of the wild frontier We got to take it to the space age (???) back at pioneers |
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from The Clash 6집 - Cut The Crap (1985)
I hear a gang fire on a human factory farm
Are they howling out or doing somebody harm On a catwalk jungle somebody grabbed my arm A voice spoke so cold it matched the weapon in her palm This is England This knife of Sheffield steel This is England This is how we feel Time on his hands freezing in those clothes He won't go for the carrot They beat him by the pole Some sunny day confronted by his soul He's out at sea, too far off, he can't go home This is England What we're supposed to die for This is England And we're never gonna cry no more Black shadow of the Vincent Falls on a Triumph line I got my motorcycle jacket But I'm walking all the time South Atlantic wind blows Ice from a dying creed I see no glory When will we be free This is England We can chain you to the rail This is England We can kill you in a jail The British boots go kick them Got 'em in the head Police ain't watchin' The newspapers been read Who cares to protest A (???) in the eye like a flare Out came the batons and The British warned themselves This is England The land of (il)legal dances This is England Land of a thousand stances This is England This knife of Sheffield steel This is England This is how we feel This is England This is England |
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from The Clash 6집 - Cut The Crap (1985)
Patriots of the wasteland torching two hundred years
Dragging my spirit back into the dungeon again Bring back crucification cry the moral death's head legion Using steel nails manufactured by the slaves in Asia You wont fall for that law and order is a baton in the rib You wont fall for that just like your mummy & your daddy did Blood inside a fountain pen wrote you out of life again & who knows any better than to kick and scratch under English weather )From a chain gang to the mill. The mill that sits on top of the hill The fog drowned towns arr gonna have to fade The wrong side of the a scissor blade You wont fall for that law and order is a baton in the rib You wont fall for that just like your mummy & your daddy did I'll eat my hat I'm gonna be sick They own the pack while we play the three card trick Dont you remember the place Where we hid the ace? Yeah not thick but slick Now we all gotta play the three card trick |
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from The Clash 6집 - Cut The Crap (1985)
Punk rockers, hip-hoppers
Brit poppers, show stoppers Beboppers, hair droppers Are you ready to sing? Right wing, left wing I want something To see me through (???) Bout what do you think We ain't gonna be treated like trash We got one thing We are the Clash What? We are the Clash It's like a patch You can strike that match With my guitar now (???) last dance I see them where they (???) How they usually stay Beating on a drum Did they tell them 'take it in' Got the (???) Where the fat boy blew We ain't gonna be treated like trash We got one thing We are the Clash That's right We are the Clash It's like a patch You can strike that match Home fires burnin' In motorcycle city The rockin' gods will choose If I'm worthy to live The first (???) engine (???) forty-six And there's no more (???) To imitate respect We ain't gonna be treated like trash We got one thing We are the Clash Don't take no shit We are the Clash Do ya hear me? It's like a patch You can strike that match |
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from The Clash 3집 - London Calling (1979)
Driiiiiiiive!!!
Driiiiiiiive!!! My baby drove up in a brand new Cadillac Yes she did! My baby drove up in a brand new Cadillac She said, "Hey, come here, Daddy!" "I ain't never comin' back!" Baby, baby, won't you hear my plea? C'mon, sugar, just come on back to me She said, "Balls to you, Big Daddy." Baby, baby, won't you hear my plea? Oh c'mon, just hear my plea She said, "Balls to you, Daddy." She ain't coming back to me Baby, baby drove up in a Cadillac I said, "Jesus Christ! Where'd you get that cadillac?" She said, "Balls to you, Daddy." She ain't never coming back |
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from The Clash 3집 - London Calling (1979)
Driiiiiiiive!!!
Driiiiiiiive!!! My baby drove up in a brand new Cadillac Yes she did! My baby drove up in a brand new Cadillac She said, "Hey, come here, Daddy!" "I ain't never comin' back!" Baby, baby, won't you hear my plea? C'mon, sugar, just come on back to me She said, "Balls to you, Big Daddy." She ain't never coming back! Baby, baby, won't you hear my plea? Oh c'mon, just hear my plea She said, "Balls to you, Daddy." She ain't coming back to me Baby, baby drove up in a Cadillac I said, "Jesus Christ! Where'd you get that cadillac?" She said, "Balls to you, Daddy." She ain't never coming back! |
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from The Clash 3집 - London Calling (1979)
What are we gonna do now?
Taking off his turban, they said, is this man a Jew? 'Cause they're working for the clampdown They put up a poster saying we earn more than you! When we're working for the clampdown We will teach our twisted speech To the young believers We will train our blue-eyed men To be young believers The judge said five to ten-but I say double that again I'm not working for the clampdown No man born with a living soul Can be working for the clampdown Kick over the wall 'cause government's to fall How can you refuse it? Let fury have the hour, anger can be power D'you know that you can use it? The voices in your head are calling Stop wasting your time, there's nothing coming Only a fool would think someone could save you The men at the factory are old and cunning You don't owe nothing, so boy get runnin' It's the best years of your life they want to steal You grow up and you calm down You're working for the clampdown You start wearing the blue and brown You're working for the clampdown So you got someone to boss around It makes you feel big now You drift until you brutalize You made your first kill now In these days of evil presidentes Working for the clampdown But lately one or two has fully paid their due For working for the clampdown But ha! Gitalong! Gitalong! And I've given away no secrets Who's barmy now? |
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from The Clash 3집 - London Calling (1979)
Every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the
world And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl Love 'n' hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands The hands that slap his kids around 'Cause they don't understand How death or glory becomes just another story How death or glory becomes just another story 'N' every gimmick hungry Yob digging gold from rock 'n' roll Grabs the mike to tell us He'll die before he's sold But i believe in this-and It's been tested by research That he who fucks nun will later join the church From every dingy basement on every dingy street I hear every dragging handclap over Every dragging beat That's just the beat of time-the beat That must go on If you been trying for years-then We already heard your song |
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from The Clash 3집 - London Calling (1979)
Death Or Glory
Now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl Love 'n' hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands hands that slap his kids around 'cause they don't understand how death or glory becomes just another story death or glory becomes just another story 'N' every gimmick hungry yob digging gold from rock 'n' roll Grabs the mike to tell us he'll die before he's sold But i believe in this-and it's been tested by research he who fucks nuns will later join the church death or glory becomes just another story death or glory becomes just another story MUSICAL INTERLUDE fear in the down sex they say lie low you say ok don’t wanna play a show no other thinking would you get that boy now playing the blues of kings sure looks better now death or glory just another story death or glory just another story From every dingy basement on every dingy street every dragging handclap over every dragging beat That's just the beat of time-the beat that must go on If you’ve been trying for years we already heard your song death or glory becomes just another story death or glory just another story gotta launch long way fight a long time get to travel over mountains got to travel over seas we gonna fight your brother we gonna fight til you loose we gonna raise trouble we gonna raise hell we gonna fight your brother we gonna raise hell death or glory becomes just another story death or glory becomes just another story death or glory just another story death or glory becomes just another story |
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from The Clash 3집 - London Calling (1979)
Well they were given the grapes that go ripe in
the sun That loosen the screws at the back of the tongue But they told no one where They had begun-four horsemen They were given al lthe foods of vanity And all the instant promises of immortality Buyt they bit the dust screamin' Insanity!-four horsemen One was over the edge, one was over the cliff One was lickin' em dry with a bloody great spliff When they picked up the hiker He didn't want the lift From the horsemen But you! You're not searching, are you now? You're not looking anyhow You're never gonna ride that lonely mile Or put yourself up on trial Oh, you told me how your life was so bad An' I agree that it does seem sad But that's the price that you gotta pay If you're lazing all around all day Four horsement coming right through Four horsemen and they're pissing by you They make you look like you're wearing a truss Four hosemen and it's gonna be us Well they gave useverything For bending the mind ANd we cleaned out their pockets And we drank 'em blind IT's a long way to the finish So don't get left behind By those horsemen And they gave us the grapes that went ripe in the sun That loosen the scews at the back of the tongue But we still told nothing 'bout what was to come Four horsemen |
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from The Clash 3집 - London Calling (1979)
Well they were given the grapes that go ripe in
the sun That loosen the screws at the back of the tongue But they told no one where They had begun-four horsemen They were given al lthe foods of vanity And all the instant promises of immortality Buyt they bit the dust screamin' Insanity!-four horsemen One was over the edge, one was over the cliff One was lickin' em dry with a bloody great spliff When they picked up the hiker He didn't want the lift From the horsemen But you! You're not searching, are you now? You're not looking anyhow You're never gonna ride that lonely mile Or put yourself up on trial Oh, you told me how your life was so bad An' I agree that it does seem sad But that's the price that you gotta pay If you're lazing all around all day Four horsement coming right through Four horsemen and they're pissing by you They make you look like you're wearing a truss Four hosemen and it's gonna be us Well they gave useverything For bending the mind ANd we cleaned out their pockets And we drank 'em blind IT's a long way to the finish So don't get left behind By those horsemen And they gave us the grapes that went ripe in the sun That loosen the scews at the back of the tongue But we still told nothing 'bout what was to come Four horsemen |
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from The Clash 3집 - London Calling (1979)
Hateful
Well, I got a friend who's a man What man? The man who keeps me from the lonely, the only He gives me what I need What you need? What you got? I need it all so badly CHORUS Oh, anything I want he gives it to me Anything I want he gives it, but not for free It's hateful And it's paid for and I'm so grateful to be nowhere This year I've lost some friends Some friends? What friends? I dunno, I ain't even noticed You see, I gotta go out again Again? My friend I gotta see that main man I killed all my nerves My nerves? What swerves? And I can't drive so steady I've lost my memory My mind? Behind! I can't see so clearly CHORUS |
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from The Clash 3집 - London Calling (1979)
Well, I got a friend who's a man
What man? The man who keeps me from the lovely He gives me what I need What you need? What you got? I need it all so badly CHORUS Oh, anything I want he gives it to me Anything I want he gives it, but not for free It's hateful And it's paid for and I'm so grateful to be nowhere This year I've lost some friends Some friends? What friends? I dunno, I ain't even noticed You see, I gotta go out again Again? My friend I gotta see that mainman I killed all my nerves My nerves? What swerves? And I can't drive so steady I've lost my memory My mind? Behind! I can't see so clearly CHORUS |
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from The Clash 3집 - London Calling (1979)
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 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 |
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from The Clash 3집 - London Calling (1979)
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 3집 - London Calling (1979)
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 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 that it ain't your day Chop! Chop! |
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from The Clash 3집 - London Calling (1979)
Elevator! Going up!
In the gleaming corridors of the 51st floor The money can be made if you really want some more Executive decision-a clinical precision Jumping from the windows-filled with indecision I get good advice from the advertising world Treat me nice says the party girl Koke adds life where there isn't any So freeze, man, freeze It's the pause that refreshes In the corridors of power When top men need a top up long before the happy hour Your snakeskin suit and your alligator boot You won't need a launderette, You can send them to the vet! I get my advice from the advertising world Treat me nice says the party girl Koke adds life where there isn't any So freeze, man, freeze Koka Kola advertising and kokaine Strolling down the Broadway in the rain Neon light sign says it I read it in the paper-they're crazy! Suit your life, maybe so In the White House-I know All Over Berlin (they've been doing it for years) And in Manhattan! Coming through the door is a snub nose 44 What the barrel can't snort it can spatter on the floor Your eyeballs feel like pinballs And your tongue feels like a fish You're leaping from the windows-saying don't Ayaiiiiirrrghhh! *@!!*@!!*! Don't give me none of this! I get good advice from the advertising world Treat me nice says the party girl Koke adds life where there isn't any So freeze, man, freeze Hit the deck! |
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from The Clash 3집 - London Calling (1979)
London calling to the faraway towns
Now that war is declared-and battle come down London calling to the underworld Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls London calling, now don't look at us All that phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust London calling, see we ain't got no swing 'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing CHORUS The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin A nuclear error, but I have no fear London is drowning-and I live by the river London calling to the imitation zone Forget it, brother, an' go it alone London calling upon the zombies of death Quit holding out-and draw another breath London calling-and I don't wanna shout But when we were talking-I saw you nodding out London calling, see we ain't got no highs Except for that one with the yellowy eyes CHORUS 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 3집 - London Calling (1979)
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 3집 - London Calling (1979)
I've been left with nothin'
No one's lovin' me I'm so down not hopin' Oh, lonesome me Your heart is like a diamond Still know your perfume But you went and left me Now I ain't got you I've been left with nothin' No one's lovin' me I'm so down not hopin' Oh, lonesome me Oh, lonesome me Oh, poor, poor me Oh the pain Oh lonesome me Oh |
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from The Clash 3집 - London Calling (1979)
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 3집 - London Calling (1979)
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 3집 - London Calling (1979)
Yeh, you must treat your lover girl right
If you wanna make lover's rock You must know a place you can kiss to make lovers rock 'Cause everybody knows it's a crying shame But nobody knows the poor babie's name When she forgot that thing that she had to swallow You Western man, you're free with your seed When you make lovers rock But woops! there goes the strength that you need To make real cool lovers rock 'Cause a genuine lover takes off his clothes And he can make a lover in a thousand go's An' she don't need that thing that she had to swallow |
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from The Clash 3집 - London Calling (1979)
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 3집 - London Calling (1979)
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 3집 - London Calling (1979)
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 3집 - London Calling (1979)
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 3집 - London Calling (1979)
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! |
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Spanish songs in Andaluc?
The shooting sites in the days of '39 Oh, please, leave the ventana open Federico Lorca is dead and gone Bullet holes in the cemetery walls The black cars of the Guardia Civil Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica I'm flying in a DC 10 tonight CHORUS Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito Yo te quiero, oh mi coraz? Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito Yo te quiero, oh mi coraz? 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 se?rita'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 Andaluc?, mandolina, oh mi coraz? Spanish songs in Granada, oh mi coraz? |
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from The Clash 3집 - London Calling (1979)
There's a solitary man crying, "Hold me."
It's only because he's a-lonely If the keeper of time runs slowly He won't be alive for long! If he only had time To tell of all of the things he planned With a card up his sleeve, what would he achieve? It means nothing! To the opium den and the barroom gin In the Belmont chair playing violins The gambler's face cracks into a grin As he lays down the king of spades But the dealer just stares There's something wrong here, he thinks The gambler is seized and forced to his knees And shot dead He only wanted more time Away from the darkest door But his luck it gave in As the dawn light crept in And he lay on the floor From the Hundred Year War to the Crimea With a lance and a musket and a Roman spear To all of the men who have stood with no fear In the service of the King Before you met your fate be sure you Did not forsake your lover May not be around anymore |
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from The Clash 3집 - London Calling (1979)
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 Yes, even shoot us But oh-the guns of Brixton When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun You can crush us You can bruise us Yes, even shoot us But oh-the guns of Brixton Shot down on the pavement Waiting in death row His game is called survivin' As in heaven as in hell You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton |
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from The Clash 3집 - London Calling (1979)
Say, where did I see this guy?
In Red River? Or a place in the sun? Maybe the Misfits? Or From Here to Eternity? Everybody say, "Is he all right?" And everybody say, "What's he like?" Everybody say, "He sure look funny." That's...Montgomery Clift, honey! New York, New York, New York, 42nd Street Hustlers rustle and pimps pimp the beat Monty Clift is recognized at dawn He ain't got no shoes and his clothes are torn I see a car smashed at night Cut the applause and dim the light Monty's face is broken on a wheel Is he alive? Can he still feel? Nembutol numbs it all But I prefer alcohol He said go out and get me my old movie stills Go out and get me another roll of pills There I go again shaking, but I ain't got the chills ARRRGHHHGORRA BUH BHUH DO ARRRRGGGGHHHHNNNN!!!! |
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from The Clash 3집 - London Calling (1979)
Say you stand by your man
Tell me something I don't understand You said you love me and that's a fact Then you left me, said you felt trapped Well some things you can explain away But my heartache's in me till this day CHORUS Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way All the times When we were close I'll remember these things the most I see all my dreams come tumbling down I won't be happy without you around So all alone I keep the wolves at bay There is only one thing that I can say CHORUS You must explain why this must be Did you lie when you spoke to me Did you stand by me No, not at all Now I got a job But it don't pay I need new clothes I need somewhere to stay But without all these things I can do But without your love I won't make it through But you don't understand my point of view I suppose there's nothing I can do CHORUS You must explain why this must be Did you lie when you spoke to me? Did you stand by me Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way |
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from The Clash 3집 - London Calling (1979)
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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