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+ | ====== Paroles ====== | ||
+ | ===== The Clash ===== | ||
+ | ==== Janie Jones ==== | ||
+ | He's in love with rock' | ||
+ | He's in love with gettin' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | ==== Remote Control ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | Queuing for the House of Lords | ||
+ | |||
+ | Repression - gonna start on Tuesday | ||
+ | Repression - gonna be a Dalek | ||
+ | Repression - I am a robot | ||
+ | Repression - I obey | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== I'm So Bored With the U.S.A. ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | ==== White Riot ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | Just what they' | ||
+ | An' nobody wants | ||
+ | To go to jail! | ||
+ | |||
+ | All the power' | ||
+ | Of people rich enough to buy it | ||
+ | While we walk the street | ||
+ | Too chicken to even try it | ||
+ | |||
+ | Everybody' | ||
+ | Just what they' | ||
+ | Nobody wants | ||
+ | To go to jail! | ||
+ | |||
+ | Are you taking over | ||
+ | or are you taking orders? | ||
+ | Are you going backwards | ||
+ | Or are you going forwards? | ||
+ | ==== Hate and War ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Hate and war - the only things we got today | ||
+ | |||
+ | An' if I close my eyes | ||
+ | They will not go away | ||
+ | You have to deal with it | ||
+ | It is the currency | ||
+ | |||
+ | Hate...hate...hate... | ||
+ | |||
+ | The hate of a nation | ||
+ | A million miles from home | ||
+ | An' get war from the junkies | ||
+ | Who don't like my form | ||
+ | |||
+ | I'm gonna stay in the city | ||
+ | Even when the house fall down | ||
+ | I don't dream of a holiday | ||
+ | When hate an' war come around | ||
+ | |||
+ | Hate and war... | ||
+ | |||
+ | I have the will to survive | ||
+ | I cheat if I can't win | ||
+ | If someone locks me out | ||
+ | I kick my back in | ||
+ | |||
+ | An' if I get aggression | ||
+ | I give it to them two time back | ||
+ | Every day it's just the same | ||
+ | With hate an' war on my back | ||
+ | |||
+ | Hate and war - I hate all the English | ||
+ | Hate and war - they' | ||
+ | Hate and war - I hate all the politeness | ||
+ | Hate and war - I hate all the cops | ||
+ | |||
+ | I wanna walk down any street | ||
+ | Looking like a creep | ||
+ | I don't care if I get beat up | ||
+ | By any Kebab Greek | ||
+ | ==== What's My Name ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | ==== Deny ==== | ||
+ | DENY | ||
+ | YOU'RE SUCH A LIAR | ||
+ | YOU WON'T KNOW THE TRUTH IF IT HITS YOU IN THE EYE | ||
+ | DENY | ||
+ | YOU'RE SUCH A LIAR | ||
+ | YOU'RE SELLING YOUR NO-NO ALL THE TIME | ||
+ | |||
+ | AN' YOU SAID WE WERE GOING OUT | ||
+ | TO THE 100 CLUB | ||
+ | THEN YOU SAID IT AIN'T MY SCENE | ||
+ | BUT THEN YOU TURNED UP ALONE | ||
+ | THEN YOU TURNED UP ALONE | ||
+ | |||
+ | THEN YOU SAID YOU'D GIVEN IT UP | ||
+ | GONE AN' KICKED IT IN THE HEAD | ||
+ | YOU SAID YOU AIN'T HAD NONE FOR WEEKS | ||
+ | BUT BABY I SEEN YOUR ARMS | ||
+ | BABY I SEEN YOUR ARMS | ||
+ | |||
+ | DO YOU THINK I'M A RAVING IDIOT? | ||
+ | JUST GOT OFF THE BOAT | ||
+ | STEP IN LINE, SIGN THIS FORM - YOU AIN'T GOT A HOPE | ||
+ | BABY AIN'T GOT A HOPE - YOU AIN'T GOT A HOPE | ||
+ | |||
+ | WHAT A LIAR - DENY | ||
+ | WHAT A LIAR | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Career Opportunities ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | The offered me the office, offered me the shop | ||
+ | They said I'd better take anything they'd got | ||
+ | Do you wanna make tea at the BBC? | ||
+ | Do you wanna be, do you really wanna be a cop? | ||
+ | |||
+ | Career opportunities are the ones that never knock | ||
+ | Every job they offer you is to keep you out the dock | ||
+ | Career opportunity, | ||
+ | |||
+ | I hate the army an' I hate the R.A.F. | ||
+ | I don't wanna go fighting in the tropical heat | ||
+ | I hate the civil service rules | ||
+ | And I won't open letter bombs for you | ||
+ | |||
+ | Bus driver....ambulance man....ticket inspector | ||
+ | |||
+ | They' | ||
+ | They' | ||
+ | If they wanna get me making toys | ||
+ | If they wanna get me, well, I got no choice | ||
+ | |||
+ | Careers (x2) | ||
+ | Ain't never gonna knock | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Cheat ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | IF YOU WANNA SURVIVE YOU BETTER LEARN HOW TO LIE | ||
+ | |||
+ | DON'T USE THE RULES | ||
+ | THEY' | ||
+ | AND YOU'RE A FOOL IF YOU DON'T KNOW THAT | ||
+ | SO USE THE RULE YOU STUPID FOOL | ||
+ | ==== Protex Blue ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | ==== Police And | ||
+ | Thieves ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 (x2) | ||
+ | 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 (x2) | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | ==== 48 Hours ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | FRIDAY OR SATURDAY, WHAT DOES THAT MEAN | ||
+ | SHORT SPACE OF TIME NEEDS A HEAVY SCENE | ||
+ | MONDAY IS COMING LIKE A JAIL ON WHEELS | ||
+ | |||
+ | 48 HOURS NEEDS 48 (x3) | ||
+ | THRILLS | ||
+ | 48 THRILLS | ||
+ | |||
+ | SO TELL ME AN' I'LL TAKE THE TUBE | ||
+ | YOU KNOW A GIRL, YEAH WELL SHE'S BOUND TO BE RUDE | ||
+ | CAN'T GET NOTHING AT THE PLACES I'VE BEEN | ||
+ | |||
+ | I'VE COMBED THIS TOWN FROM TOP TO BOTTOM | ||
+ | I TRY TO GET AROUND BUT MY LEGS ARE BROKEN | ||
+ | EVERY TIME I MISS IT 'COS I AIN'T GOT A TICKET | ||
+ | |||
+ | 48 HOURS NEEDS 48 THRILLS | ||
+ | KICKING FOR KICKS | ||
+ | |||
+ | **Gras**==== Garageland ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Back in the garage with my bullshit detector | ||
+ | Carbon monoxide making sure it's effective | ||
+ | People ringing up making offers for my life | ||
+ | But I just wanna stay in the garage all night | ||
+ | |||
+ | We're a garage band | ||
+ | We come from garageland | ||
+ | |||
+ | Meanwhile things are hotting up in the West End alright | ||
+ | Contracts in the offices, groups in the night | ||
+ | My bummin' | ||
+ | An' someone just asked me if the group would wear suits | ||
+ | |||
+ | I don't wanna hear about what the rich are doing | ||
+ | I don't wanna go to where the rich are going | ||
+ | They think they' | ||
+ | But the truth is only known by guttersnipes | ||
+ | |||
+ | There' | ||
+ | Back in the garage | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | Back in the garage | ||
+ | Complaints! Complaints! Wot an old bag | ||
+ | Back in the garage | ||
+ | All night | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Complete Control ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | They said release ' | ||
+ | But we didn't want it on the label | ||
+ | They said, "Fly to Amsterdam" | ||
+ | The people laughed but the press went mad | ||
+ | |||
+ | Ooh ooh ooh someone' | ||
+ | Ooh ooh ooh complete control, that's a laugh | ||
+ | |||
+ | On the last tour my mates couldn' | ||
+ | I'd open up the back door but they'd get run out again | ||
+ | At every hotel we was met by the Law | ||
+ | Come for the party - come to make sure! | ||
+ | |||
+ | Ooh ooh ooh have we done something wrong? | ||
+ | Ooh ooh ooh complete control, even over this song | ||
+ | |||
+ | They said we'd be artistically free | ||
+ | When we signed that bit of paper | ||
+ | They meant let's make a lotsa mon-ee | ||
+ | An' worry about it later | ||
+ | |||
+ | Ooh ooh ooh I'll never understand | ||
+ | Ooh ooh ooh complete control - lemme see your other hand! | ||
+ | |||
+ | All over the news spread fast | ||
+ | They' | ||
+ | They ain't gonna last! | ||
+ | |||
+ | This is Joe Public speaking | ||
+ | I'm controlled in the body, controlled in the mind | ||
+ | |||
+ | Total | ||
+ | C-o-n control - that means you! | ||
+ | ==== White Man In Hammersmith Palais ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | I'm only | ||
+ | Looking for fun | ||
+ | ==== I Fought the Law ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Breakin' | ||
+ | I fought the law and the law won (x2) | ||
+ | I needed money 'cause I had none | ||
+ | I fought the law and the law won (x2) | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | I fought the law and the law won (x2) | ||
+ | I lost my girl and I lost my fun | ||
+ | I fought the law and the law won (x2) | ||
+ | |||
+ | I left my baby and it feels so bad | ||
+ | Guess my race is run | ||
+ | She's the best girl that I ever had | ||
+ | I fought the law and the law won | ||
+ | I fought the law and the | ||
+ | |||
+ | I fought the law and the law won (x7) | ||
+ | I fought the law and the | ||
+ | ==== Hate and War ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Hate and war - the only things we got today | ||
+ | |||
+ | An' if I close my eyes | ||
+ | They will not go away | ||
+ | You have to deal with it | ||
+ | It is the currency | ||
+ | |||
+ | Hate...hate...hate... | ||
+ | |||
+ | The hate of a nation | ||
+ | A million miles from home | ||
+ | An' get war from the junkies | ||
+ | Who don't like my form | ||
+ | |||
+ | I'm gonna stay in the city | ||
+ | Even when the house fall down | ||
+ | I don't dream of a holiday | ||
+ | When hate an' war come around | ||
+ | |||
+ | Hate and war... | ||
+ | |||
+ | I have the will to survive | ||
+ | I cheat if I can't win | ||
+ | If someone locks me out | ||
+ | I kick my back in | ||
+ | |||
+ | An' if I get aggression | ||
+ | I give it to them two time back | ||
+ | Every day it's just the same | ||
+ | With hate an' war on my back | ||
+ | |||
+ | Hate and war - I hate all the English | ||
+ | Hate and war - they' | ||
+ | Hate and war - I hate all the politeness | ||
+ | Hate and war - I hate all the cops | ||
+ | |||
+ | I wanna walk down any street | ||
+ | Looking like a creep | ||
+ | I don't care if I get beat up | ||
+ | By any Kebab Greek | ||
+ | ==== Jail Guitar Doors ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | And so they certified him insane | ||
+ | |||
+ | And then there' | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | ==== Know Your | ||
+ | Rights ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | This is a public service announcement | ||
+ | With guitar | ||
+ | Know your rights all three of them | ||
+ | |||
+ | Number 1 | ||
+ | You have the right not to be killed | ||
+ | Murder is a CRIME! | ||
+ | Unless it was done by a | ||
+ | Policeman or aristocrat | ||
+ | Know your rights | ||
+ | |||
+ | And Number 2 | ||
+ | You have the right to food money | ||
+ | Providing of course you | ||
+ | Don't mind a little | ||
+ | Investigation, | ||
+ | And if you cross your fingers | ||
+ | Rehabilitation | ||
+ | |||
+ | Know your rights | ||
+ | These are your rights | ||
+ | Wang | ||
+ | |||
+ | Know these rights | ||
+ | |||
+ | Number 3 | ||
+ | You have the right to free | ||
+ | Speech as long as you're not | ||
+ | Dumb enough to actually try it. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Know your rights | ||
+ | These are your rights | ||
+ | All three of 'em | ||
+ | It has been suggested | ||
+ | In some quarters that this is not enough! | ||
+ | Well.............................. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Get off the streets (x2) | ||
+ | Run | ||
+ | You don't have a home to go to | ||
+ | Smush | ||
+ | |||
+ | Finally then I will read you your rights | ||
+ | |||
+ | You have the right to remain silent | ||
+ | You are warned that anything you say | ||
+ | Can and will be taken down | ||
+ | And used as evidence against you | ||
+ | |||
+ | Listen to this | ||
+ | Run | ||
+ | ==== Car Jamming ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Tonight they' | ||
+ | N' sweeping smoke from cigarettes | ||
+ | And what is that funk multi-national | ||
+ | Anthem rocking from a thousand | ||
+ | King Kong cassette decks | ||
+ | Then a shyboy from Missouri | ||
+ | Boots blown off in a '60s war | ||
+ | Riding aluminium crutches | ||
+ | Now he knows the welfare kindness n' | ||
+ | Agent Orange color blindness | ||
+ | As we works from door to door | ||
+ | The violence in the carpets | ||
+ | The mirror of his wife | ||
+ | Drives the slum-bum dweller | ||
+ | To grind his hunting knife | ||
+ | In homesteads of cigar box-radios | ||
+ | Hive like bees | ||
+ | The body in the ice | ||
+ | Box has no date for freeeeeze | ||
+ | |||
+ | In a car jam | ||
+ | |||
+ | Selling is what selling sells | ||
+ | But only saints of the 7 avenues can sell | ||
+ | The hells | ||
+ | Fanning the drug afflicted leperizing acne | ||
+ | Once inisde the executive | ||
+ | He never leaves his home | ||
+ | Gorillas drag their victiims | ||
+ | Hyenas try to sue | ||
+ | Snakes find grass in concrete | ||
+ | There is no city zoo by | ||
+ | Ventilation units where towers | ||
+ | Meet the streets | ||
+ | The ragged stand in bags | ||
+ | Soaking heat up through their feet | ||
+ | |||
+ | This was the donly kindness | ||
+ | And it was accidental too | ||
+ | |||
+ | In a car jam | ||
+ | |||
+ | Now shaking single engined planes | ||
+ | Traffik-king stereos from Cuba | ||
+ | Buzzed the holy zealot mass | ||
+ | |||
+ | And drowned out Missa Luba (x2) | ||
+ | I thought I saw Lauren Bacall (x2) | ||
+ | I swear | ||
+ | Hey fellas | ||
+ | Lauren Bacall | ||
+ | In a car jam | ||
+ | Yeah I don't believe it | ||
+ | In a car jam | ||
+ | Ah yeah positively absolutely | ||
+ | |||
+ | In a car jam | ||
+ | ==== Should I Stay Or Should I Go ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Darling you gotta let me know | ||
+ | Should I stay or should I go? | ||
+ | If you say that you are mine | ||
+ | I'll be here 'til the end of time | ||
+ | So you got to let know | ||
+ | Should I stay or should I go? | ||
+ | |||
+ | Always tease tease tease | ||
+ | Siempre - coqetiando y enganyando | ||
+ | You're happy when I'm on my knees | ||
+ | Me arrodilla y estas feliz | ||
+ | One day is fine, next is black | ||
+ | Un dias bien el otro negro | ||
+ | So if you want me off your back | ||
+ | Al rededar en tu espalda | ||
+ | Well come on and let me know | ||
+ | Me tienes que desir | ||
+ | Should I Stay or should I go? | ||
+ | Me debo ir o que darme | ||
+ | |||
+ | Should I stay or should I go now? (x2) | ||
+ | If I go there will be trouble | ||
+ | An' if I stay it will be double | ||
+ | So come on and let me know | ||
+ | |||
+ | This indecision' | ||
+ | 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 querda? | ||
+ | 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 voi - va ver peligro | ||
+ | And if I stay it will be double | ||
+ | Si me quedo es doble | ||
+ | So you gotta let me know | ||
+ | Me tienes que decir | ||
+ | Should I stay or should I go? | ||
+ | ¨Yo me frio o lo sophlo? | ||
+ | ==== Rock the Casbah ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Now the king told the boogie men | ||
+ | You have to let that raga drop | ||
+ | The oil down the desert way | ||
+ | Has been shakin' | ||
+ | The sheik he drove his Cadillac | ||
+ | He went a' cruisnin' | ||
+ | The muezzin was a' standing | ||
+ | On the radiator grille | ||
+ | |||
+ | The shareef don't like it | ||
+ | Rockin' | ||
+ | Rock the Casbah | ||
+ | (x2) | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | The shareef don't like it | ||
+ | Rockin' | ||
+ | Rock the Casbah | ||
+ | The shareef don't like it | ||
+ | Rockin' | ||
+ | Rock the Casbah | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | The shareef don't like it | ||
+ | Rockin' | ||
+ | Rock the Casbah | ||
+ | The shareef don't like it | ||
+ | Rockin' | ||
+ | Rock the Casbah | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | The shareef don't like it | ||
+ | Rockin' | ||
+ | Rock the Casbah | ||
+ | The shareef don't like it | ||
+ | Rockin' | ||
+ | Rock the Casbah | ||
+ | |||
+ | He thinks it's not kosher | ||
+ | Fundamentally he can't take it. | ||
+ | You know he really hates it. | ||
+ | ==== Red Angel Dragnet ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | ==== Straight to Hell ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | ==== Overpowered by Funk ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | If you ain't reggae for it..funk out! | ||
+ | No-one knocking at your door? | ||
+ | Overpowered by funk? Funk out! | ||
+ | |||
+ | Combatative, | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | ==== Atom Tan ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Now the corporations stopped! | ||
+ | Stopped pushing fast food | ||
+ | Been a multiple shooting | ||
+ | Downtown at the bank | ||
+ | Reluctantly the panic begins | ||
+ | To catch fire | ||
+ | But it did not affect | ||
+ | The steady sale of jun | ||
+ | The state office looked | ||
+ | It looked like Hollywood | ||
+ | With make-up bleeding all over the cracks | ||
+ | Wo he blew his lines | ||
+ | Facing the cameras | ||
+ | He suffered the first | ||
+ | |||
+ | All live heart attack | ||
+ | Oh you've caught an even atom tan | ||
+ | |||
+ | The motor-cyanide | ||
+ | Cyanide suicide | ||
+ | He finally found the brick wall in his life | ||
+ | Shining up his engine | ||
+ | He dressed right up for it | ||
+ | At the top of the speedo | ||
+ | He crumpled the bike | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | Hoping at best to hold off al the rest | ||
+ | Once last stand at the bunker fire | ||
+ | Machine gun and pitchfork and breast | ||
+ | |||
+ | All live heart attack | ||
+ | Oh you've caught an even atom tan | ||
+ | |||
+ | But it isn't so easy | ||
+ | So easy for lovers | ||
+ | Chained in love | ||
+ | Stained at the top of the tower | ||
+ | The pink hearse is leaving at funeral speed | ||
+ | Driving your heart | ||
+ | Away with the flowers | ||
+ | All night I waited | ||
+ | I waited for a horseman | ||
+ | His ever faithful | ||
+ | His Indian friend | ||
+ | I'm not the only one | ||
+ | Of the caped crusader fan club watching the sky | ||
+ | For mankind' | ||
+ | |||
+ | All live heart attack | ||
+ | Oh you've caught an even atom tan | ||
+ | |||
+ | Oh you've caught an even atom tan | ||
+ | Calamine | ||
+ | ==== Sean Flynn ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | You know he just heard | ||
+ | The drums of war | ||
+ | when the past | ||
+ | Was a closing door | ||
+ | |||
+ | The drums beat into the jungle floor | ||
+ | |||
+ | Closing door (x2) | ||
+ | |||
+ | Rain on the leaves | ||
+ | soldier sing | ||
+ | You never hear anything | ||
+ | |||
+ | They filled the sky with a tropical storm. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Closing door (x2) | ||
+ | |||
+ | You know he head the drums of war | ||
+ | Each man knows what he's looking for | ||
+ | ==== Ghetto Defendant ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | DO THE WORM ON THE ACCROPOLIS | ||
+ | SLAMDANCE THE COSMOPOLIS | ||
+ | ENLIGHTEN THE POPULACE | ||
+ | |||
+ | HUNGRY DARKNESS OF LIVING | ||
+ | WHO WILL THIRST IN THE PIT? | ||
+ | HOOKED IN METROPOLIS | ||
+ | SHE SPENT A LIFETIME DECIDING | ||
+ | HOW TO RUN FROM IT | ||
+ | ADDICTS OF METROPOLIS | ||
+ | ONCE FATE HAD A WITNESS | ||
+ | AND THE YEARS SEEMED LIKE FRIENDS | ||
+ | GIRLFRIENDS | ||
+ | HER BABIES CAN DREAM | ||
+ | BUT DREAMS BEGIN LIKE THE END | ||
+ | SHOT INTO ETERNITY | ||
+ | METHADONE KITTY | ||
+ | IRON SERENITY | ||
+ | |||
+ | GHETTO DEFENDANT | ||
+ | IT IS HEROIN PITY | ||
+ | NOT TEAR GAS NOR BATON CHARGE | ||
+ | THAT STOPS YOU TAKING THE CITY | ||
+ | |||
+ | STRUNG OUT COMMITTEE | ||
+ | WALLED OUT OF THE CITY | ||
+ | CLUBBED DOWN FROM UPTOWN | ||
+ | SPRAYED PEST FROM THE NEST | ||
+ | RUN OUT TO BARRIO TOWN | ||
+ | THE GUARDS ARE ITCHY | ||
+ | FORCED TO WATCH AT THE FEAST | ||
+ | THEN SWEEP UP THE NIGHT | ||
+ | FLIPPED PIECES OF COIN | ||
+ | BROKEN BOTTLES | ||
+ | EXCHANGED FOR BIRTHRIGHT | ||
+ | GRAFTED IN A JIFFY | ||
+ | |||
+ | STRUNG OUT COMMITTEE | ||
+ | SITTING PRETTY | ||
+ | GRAPHED IN A JIFFY | ||
+ | NO PITY, PRETTY | ||
+ | |||
+ | THE GHETTO PRINCE OF GUTTER POETS | ||
+ | WAS BOUNCED OUT OF THE ROOM | ||
+ | JEAN ARTHUR RIMBAUD | ||
+ | BY THE BODYGUARDS OF GREED | ||
+ | FOR DISTURBING THE TOMB | ||
+ | 1873 | ||
+ | HIS WORDS LIKE FLAMETHROWERS | ||
+ | PARIS COMMUNE | ||
+ | BURNT THE GHETTOS IN THEIR CHESTS | ||
+ | HIS FACE WAS PAINTED WHITER | ||
+ | AND HE WAS LAID TO REST | ||
+ | DIED IN MARSEILLE | ||
+ | BURIED IN CHARLEVILLE | ||
+ | SHUT UP | ||
+ | |||
+ | SOAP FLOODS OIL IN WATER | ||
+ | ALL CHURN IN THE WAKE | ||
+ | ON THE GREAT SHIP OF PROGRESS | ||
+ | THE CREW CAN'T FIND THE BRAKE | ||
+ | KLAXONS ARE BLARING | ||
+ | THE ADMIRAL SNORES COMMAND | ||
+ | SUBMARINES BOIL IN OCEANS | ||
+ | WHILE THE ARMIES FIGHT WITH SUNS | ||
+ | ==== Inoculated City ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | The soldier boy for his soliders pay | ||
+ | Obeys theeargent at arms whatever he says | ||
+ | |||
+ | The seargent will for his seargent' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | We are tired of the tune | ||
+ | You must not relent | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Death is a Star ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | And I was gripped by that deadly phantom | ||
+ | I followed him through hard jungles | ||
+ | As he stalked through the back lots | ||
+ | Strangling through the night shades | ||
+ | |||
+ | The thief of life | ||
+ | Moved onwards and outwards to love | ||
+ | |||
+ | In a one stop only motel | ||
+ | A storm bangs on the cheapest room | ||
+ | The phantom slips in to spill blood | ||
+ | Even on the sweetest honeymoon | ||
+ | |||
+ | The killer of love | ||
+ | Caught the last late Niagara bus | ||
+ | |||
+ | By chance or escaping from misery | ||
+ | Bu suddeness or in answer to pain | ||
+ | Smoking in the dark cinema | ||
+ | You could see the bad go down again | ||
+ | |||
+ | And the clouds are high in Spanish mountains | ||
+ | And a Ford roars through the night full of rain. | ||
+ | |||
+ | The killer' | ||
+ | But he loads his gun again | ||
+ | |||
+ | Make a grown man cry like a girl | ||
+ | To see the guns dying at sunset | ||
+ | |||
+ | In vain lovers claimed | ||
+ | But they never had met. | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Dictator ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Dirty Punk ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Gonna be a dirty punk | ||
+ | Gonna rock your neighborhood | ||
+ | Do the sound of rebel funk | ||
+ | Turn it up loud like it should | ||
+ | |||
+ | I could hear your momma scream | ||
+ | She's gonna waste herself away | ||
+ | When your daddy smashed that TV screen | ||
+ | I understand what he had to say | ||
+ | |||
+ | I'm going to get me a big, big, big | ||
+ | Big, Big car | ||
+ | Then I'm gonna drive, drive, drive | ||
+ | I'm gonna drive so far | ||
+ | Up your boulevard | ||
+ | Up your boulevard | ||
+ | So far up your boulevard | ||
+ | |||
+ | Gonna be a dirty punk | ||
+ | While my brother dresses clean | ||
+ | He used to be the local hunk | ||
+ | The girls all ride in my machine(?) | ||
+ | |||
+ | How bout the time I made him drunk | ||
+ | And he insult my brotherhood | ||
+ | I shout out I am a dirty punk | ||
+ | Gonna rock your neighbohood | ||
+ | |||
+ | I'm going to get a big, big, big | ||
+ | Big, Big car | ||
+ | Then I'm gonna drive, drive, drive | ||
+ | I'm gonna drive so far | ||
+ | Up your boulevard | ||
+ | Up your boulevard | ||
+ | So far up your boulevard | ||
+ | |||
+ | Gonna get a big, big, big | ||
+ | Go faster! | ||
+ | Then I'm gonna go! Big! | ||
+ | Let's go to (???) | ||
+ | Up your boulevard | ||
+ | Up your boulevard | ||
+ | Go so far up your boulevard | ||
+ | |||
+ | Gonna drive my big, big, big | ||
+ | Big, Big car | ||
+ | Then I'm gonna drive, drive, drive | ||
+ | I'm gonna drive so far | ||
+ | Up your boulevard | ||
+ | Up your boulevard | ||
+ | So far up your boulevard | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== We Are The Clash ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | If I'm worthy to live | ||
+ | The first (???) engine | ||
+ | (???) forty-six | ||
+ | And there' | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Are You Red..Y ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Are you ready for (x2) | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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 (x2) | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Cool Under Heat ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 (x2) | ||
+ | Be cool on the street | ||
+ | Be cool under heat | ||
+ | |||
+ | When you're rockin' | ||
+ | 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 (x2) | ||
+ | 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 (x2) | ||
+ | Be cool on the street | ||
+ | Be cool under heat | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Movers And Shakers ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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! | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== This Is England ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Three Card Trick ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Patriots of the wasteland torching two hundred years | ||
+ | Dragging my spirit back into the dungeon again | ||
+ | Bring back crucification cry the moral death' | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | & | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Fingerpoppin' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 (x4) | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | And it gets to point at anything | ||
+ | This finger points rock tonight | ||
+ | Gonna point at the best girl in sight | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== North And South ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | We're diggin' | ||
+ | For a future to be made | ||
+ | |||
+ | Now I know, time can march | ||
+ | With it's chargin' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | Of a woman and a man | ||
+ | Trying to feed that child | ||
+ | Without a coin in their hand | ||
+ | |||
+ | It's gonna be a burn out! | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Life Is Wild ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Hey anybody got a cigarette? | ||
+ | |||
+ | Has anybody got a cigarette | ||
+ | Haven' | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== London' | ||
+ | |||
+ | London' | ||
+ | |||
+ | All across the town, all across the night | ||
+ | Everybody' | ||
+ | Black or white turn it on, face the new religion | ||
+ | Everybody' | ||
+ | |||
+ | London' | ||
+ | London' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | London' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | London' | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Clash City Rockers ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | An' I wanna move the town to the clash city rockers | ||
+ | You need a little jump of electrical shockers | ||
+ | You better leave town if you only wanna knock us | ||
+ | Nothing stands the pressure of the clash city rockers | ||
+ | |||
+ | You see the rate they come down the escalator | ||
+ | Now listen to the tube train accelerator | ||
+ | Then you realise that you got to have a purpose | ||
+ | Or this place is gonna knock you out sooner or later | ||
+ | |||
+ | So don't complain about your useless employment | ||
+ | Jack it in forever tonight | ||
+ | Or shut your mouth and pretend you enjoy it | ||
+ | Think of all the money you've got | ||
+ | |||
+ | An' I wanna liquefy everybody gone dry | ||
+ | Or plug into the aerials that poke up in the sky | ||
+ | Or burn down the suburbs with the half-closed eyes | ||
+ | You won't succeed unless you try | ||
+ | |||
+ | You owe me a move say the bells of St. Groove | ||
+ | Come on and show me say the bells of Old Bowie | ||
+ | When I am fitter say the bells of Gary Glitter | ||
+ | No one but you and I say the bells of Prince Far-I | ||
+ | No one but you and I say the bells of Prince Far-I | ||
+ | |||
+ | An' I wanna move the town to the clash city rockers | ||
+ | You need a little jump of electrical shockers | ||
+ | You better leave town if you only wanna knock us | ||
+ | Nothing stands the pressure of the clash city rockers | ||
+ | Rock rock Clash city rockers | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== City of the Dead ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== London Calling ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | London calling to the faraway towns | ||
+ | Now that war is declared-and battle come down | ||
+ | London calling to the underworld | ||
+ | Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls | ||
+ | London calling, now don't look at us | ||
+ | All that phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust | ||
+ | London calling, see we ain't got no swing | ||
+ | 'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing | ||
+ | |||
+ | The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in | ||
+ | Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin | ||
+ | A nuclear error, but I have no fear | ||
+ | London is drowning-and I live by the river | ||
+ | |||
+ | London calling to the imitation zone | ||
+ | Forget it, brother, an' go it alone | ||
+ | London calling upon the zombies of death | ||
+ | Quit holding out-and draw another breath | ||
+ | London calling-and I don't wanna shout | ||
+ | But when we were talking-I saw you nodding out | ||
+ | London calling, see we ain't got no highs | ||
+ | Except for that one with the yellowy eyes | ||
+ | |||
+ | The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in | ||
+ | Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin | ||
+ | A nuclear error, but I have no fear | ||
+ | London is drowning-and I live by the river | ||
+ | |||
+ | Now get this | ||
+ | London calling, yeah, I was there, too | ||
+ | An' you know what they said? Well, some of it was true! | ||
+ | London calling at the top of the dial | ||
+ | After all this, won't you give me a smile? | ||
+ | |||
+ | I never felt so much a' like | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Armagideon Time ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | STAY AROUND DON'T PLAY AROUND | ||
+ | THIS OLD TOWN AND ALL | ||
+ | SEEMS LIKE I GOT TO TRAVEL ON | ||
+ | |||
+ | A LOT OF PEOPLE WON'T GET NO SUPPER TONIGHT | ||
+ | A LOT OF PEOPLE WON'T GET NO JUSTICE TONIGHT | ||
+ | THE BATTLE IS GETTIN HOTTER | ||
+ | IN THIS IRATION, ARMAGIDEON TIME | ||
+ | |||
+ | A LOT OF PEOPLE RUNNIN AND A HIDING TONIGHT | ||
+ | A LOT OF PEOPLE WON'T GET NO JUSTICE TONIGHT | ||
+ | REMEMBER TO KICK IT OVER | ||
+ | NO ONE WILL GUIDE YOU - ARMAGIDEON TIME | ||
+ | |||
+ | AD LIB VOCALS | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Train in Vain ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | Did you stand by me | ||
+ | No, not at all | ||
+ | Did you stand by me | ||
+ | No way | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Did you stand by me | ||
+ | No, not at all | ||
+ | Did you stand by me | ||
+ | No way | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | (x2) | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Guns of Brixton ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | When they kick at your front door | ||
+ | How you gonna come? | ||
+ | With your hands on your head | ||
+ | Or on the trigger of your gun | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | When the law break in | ||
+ | How you gonna go? | ||
+ | Shot down on the pavement | ||
+ | Or waiting on death row | ||
+ | |||
+ | You can crush us | ||
+ | You can bruise us | ||
+ | But you'll have to answer to | ||
+ | Oh, the guns of Brixton | ||
+ | |||
+ | The money feels good | ||
+ | And your life you like it well | ||
+ | But surely your time will come | ||
+ | As in heaven, as in hell | ||
+ | |||
+ | You see, he feels like Ivan | ||
+ | Born under the Brixton sun | ||
+ | His game is called survivin' | ||
+ | At the end of the harder they come | ||
+ | |||
+ | You know it means no mercy | ||
+ | They caught him with a gun | ||
+ | No need for the Black Maria | ||
+ | Goodbye to the Brixton sun | ||
+ | |||
+ | You can crush us | ||
+ | You can bruise us | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Magnificent Seven ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Ring! Ring! It's 7:00 A.M.! | ||
+ | Move y'self to go again | ||
+ | Cold water in the face | ||
+ | Brings you back to this awful place | ||
+ | Knuckle merchants and you bankers, too | ||
+ | Must get up an' learn those rules | ||
+ | Weather man and the crazy chief | ||
+ | One says sun and one says sleet | ||
+ | A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too | ||
+ | Churning out that boogaloo | ||
+ | Gets you up and gets you out | ||
+ | But how long can you keep it up? | ||
+ | Gimme Honda, Gimme Sony | ||
+ | So cheap and real phony | ||
+ | Hong Kong dollars and Indian cents | ||
+ | English pounds and Eskimo pence | ||
+ | |||
+ | You lot! What? | ||
+ | Don't stop! Give it all you got! | ||
+ | You lot! What? | ||
+ | Don't stop! Yeah! | ||
+ | |||
+ | Working for a rise, better my station | ||
+ | Take my baby to sophistication | ||
+ | She's seen the ads, she thinks it's nice | ||
+ | Better work hard - I seen the price | ||
+ | Never mind that it's time for the bus | ||
+ | We got to work - an' you're one of us | ||
+ | Clocks go slow in a place of work | ||
+ | |||
+ | Minutes drag and the hours jerk | ||
+ | |||
+ | "When can I tell 'em wot I do? | ||
+ | In a second, maaan...oright Chuck!" | ||
+ | |||
+ | Wave bub-bub-bub-bye to the boss | ||
+ | It's our profit, it's his loss | ||
+ | But anyway lunch bells ring | ||
+ | Take one hour and do your thanng! | ||
+ | Cheeesboiger! | ||
+ | |||
+ | What do we have for entertainment? | ||
+ | Cops kickin' | ||
+ | Now the news - snap to attention! | ||
+ | The lunar landing of the dentist convention | ||
+ | Italian mobster shoots a lobster | ||
+ | Seafood restaurant gets out of hand | ||
+ | A car in the fridge | ||
+ | Or a fridge in the car? | ||
+ | Like cowboys do - in T.V. land | ||
+ | |||
+ | You lot! What? Don't stop. Huh? | ||
+ | |||
+ | So get back to work an' sweat some more | ||
+ | The sun will sink an' we'll get out the door | ||
+ | It's no good for man to work in cages | ||
+ | Hits the town, he drinks his wages | ||
+ | You're frettin', | ||
+ | But did you notice you ain't gettin'? | ||
+ | Don't you ever stop long enough to start? | ||
+ | To take your car outta that gear | ||
+ | Don't you ever stop long enough to start? | ||
+ | To get your car outta that gear | ||
+ | Karlo Marx and Fredrich Engels | ||
+ | Came to the checkout at the 7-11 | ||
+ | Marx was skint - but he had sense | ||
+ | Engels lent him the necessary pence | ||
+ | |||
+ | What have we got? Yeh-o, magnificence!! | ||
+ | |||
+ | Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi | ||
+ | Went to the park to check on the game | ||
+ | But they was murdered by the other team | ||
+ | Who went on to win 50-nil | ||
+ | You can be true, you can be false | ||
+ | You be given the same reward | ||
+ | Socrates and Milhous Nixon | ||
+ | Both went the same way - through the kitchen | ||
+ | Plato the Greek or Rin Tin Tin | ||
+ | Who's more famous to the billion millions? | ||
+ | News Flash: Vacuum Cleaner Sucks Up Budgie | ||
+ | Oooohh...bub-bye | ||
+ | |||
+ | Magnificence!! | ||
+ | |||
+ | FUCKING LONG, INNIT? | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Know Your Rights ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | This is a public service announcement | ||
+ | With guitar | ||
+ | Know your rights all three of them | ||
+ | |||
+ | Number 1 | ||
+ | You have the right not to be killed | ||
+ | Murder is a CRIME! | ||
+ | Unless it was done by a | ||
+ | Policeman or aristocrat | ||
+ | Know your rights | ||
+ | |||
+ | And Number 2 | ||
+ | You have the right to food money | ||
+ | Providing of course you | ||
+ | Don't mind a little | ||
+ | Investigation, | ||
+ | And if you cross your fingers | ||
+ | Rehabilitation | ||
+ | |||
+ | Know your rights | ||
+ | These are your rights | ||
+ | Wang | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | Know these rights | ||
+ | |||
+ | Number 3 | ||
+ | You have the right to free | ||
+ | Speech as long as you're not | ||
+ | Dumb enough to actually try it. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Know your rights | ||
+ | These are your rights | ||
+ | All three of 'em | ||
+ | It has been suggested | ||
+ | In some quarters that this is not enough! | ||
+ | Well.............................. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Get off the streets | ||
+ | Get off the streets | ||
+ | Run | ||
+ | You don't have a home to go to | ||
+ | Smush | ||
+ | |||
+ | Finally then I will read you your rights | ||
+ | |||
+ | You have the right to remain silent | ||
+ | You are warned that anything you say | ||
+ | Can and will be taken down | ||
+ | And used as evidence against you | ||
+ | |||
+ | Listen to this | ||
+ | Run | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Safe European Home ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== English Civil War ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME AGAIN | ||
+ | HE'S COMING BY BUS OR UNDERGROUND | ||
+ | A WOMAN' | ||
+ | TO SEE HIS FACE SO BEATEN IN FEAR | ||
+ | AN' IT WAS JUST AROUND THE CORNER IN THE ENGLISH CIVIL WAR | ||
+ | |||
+ | IT WAS STILL AT THE STAGE OF CLUBS AND FISTS | ||
+ | WHEN THAT WELL-KNOWN FACE GOT BEATEN TO BITS | ||
+ | YOUR FACE WAS BLUE IN THE LIGHT OF THE SCREEN | ||
+ | AS WE WATCHED THE SPEECH OF AN ANIMAL SCREAM | ||
+ | THE NEW PARTY ARMY WAS MARCHING RIGHT OVER OUR HEADS | ||
+ | |||
+ | ALRIGHT | ||
+ | |||
+ | THERE YOU ARE, HA HA, I TOLD YOU SO | ||
+ | SAYS EVERYBODY THAT WE KNOW | ||
+ | BUT WHO HID A RADIO UNDER THE STAIRS | ||
+ | AN' WHO GOT CAUGHT OUT ON THEIR UNAWARES? | ||
+ | WHEN THAT NEW PARTY ARMY CAME MARCHING RIGHT UP THE STAIRS | ||
+ | |||
+ | WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME AGAIN | ||
+ | NOBODY UNDERSTANDS IT CAN HAPPEN AGAIN | ||
+ | THE SUN IS SHINING AN' THE KIDS ARE SHOUTING LOUD | ||
+ | BUT YOU GOTTA KNOW IT'S SHINING THROUGH A CRACK IN THE CLOUD | ||
+ | AND THE SHADOWS KEEP FALLING WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Tommy Gun ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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! | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Julie' | ||
+ | |||
+ | IT'S LUCY IN THE SKY AND ALL KINDS OF APPLE PIE | ||
+ | SHE GIGGLES AT THE SCREEN 'COS IT LOOKS SO GREEN | ||
+ | THERE' | ||
+ | AND FEATHERS IN HER EYE | ||
+ | BUT SOONER OR LATER, HER NEW FRIENDS WILL REALISE | ||
+ | THAT JULIE' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | BUT THERE' | ||
+ | FROM THAT MOUNTAINSIDE | ||
+ | 'COS JULIE' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | AN' THEN THERE CAME THE NIGHT OF THE GREATEST EVER RAID | ||
+ | THEY ARRESTED EVERY DRUG THAT HAD EVER BEEN MADE | ||
+ | THEY TOOK EIGHTY-TWO LAWS | ||
+ | THROUGH EIGHTY-TWO DOORS | ||
+ | AND THEY DIDN'T HALT THE PULL | ||
+ | TILL THE CELLS WERE ALL FULL | ||
+ | 'COS JULIE WAS WORKING FOB THE DRUG SQUAD | ||
+ | |||
+ | THEY PUT HIM IN A CELL, THEY SAID YOU WAIT HERE | ||
+ | YOU'VE GOT THE TIME TO COUNT ALL OF YOUR HAIR | ||
+ | YOU'VE GOT FIFTEEN YEARS | ||
+ | A MIGHTY LONG TIME | ||
+ | YOU COULD HAVE BEEN A PHYSICIST | ||
+ | BUT NOW YOUR NAME IS ON THE MAILBAG LIST | ||
+ | JULIE' | ||
+ | |||
+ | GUMBO! | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Last Gang in Town ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Everybody' | ||
+ | You better watch out for they' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | For the last gang in town | ||
+ | |||
+ | Meanwhile down in black town | ||
+ | Those old soul rebels are haingin' | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Guns on the Roof ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | I swear by Almighty God | ||
+ | To tell the whole truth | ||
+ | And nothing but the truth | ||
+ | |||
+ | Guns guns | ||
+ | They torture all the women and children | ||
+ | Then they' | ||
+ | 'Cos across the human frontier | ||
+ | Freedom' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Guns guns a-shaking in terror | ||
+ | Guns guns killing in error | ||
+ | Guns guns guilty hands | ||
+ | Guns guns shatter the lands | ||
+ | |||
+ | A system built by the sweat of the many | ||
+ | Creates assassins to kill off the few | ||
+ | Take any place and call it a court house | ||
+ | This is a place where no judge can stand | ||
+ | |||
+ | Sue the lawyers and burn all the papers | ||
+ | Unlock the key of the legal papers | ||
+ | A jury of a billion faces | ||
+ | Shouted out condemned out of hand | ||
+ | |||
+ | Guns guns, and nobody' | ||
+ | Guns guns, or foolin' | ||
+ | Guns guns, the violence is singing | ||
+ | Guns guns, a silence the sound | ||
+ | |||
+ | 'N I Iike to be in Aferica | ||
+ | A-beatin' | ||
+ | 'N I like to be in U.S.S.R. | ||
+ | Makin' sure these things will come | ||
+ | 'N I like to be in U.S.A. | ||
+ | Pretending that the wars are done | ||
+ | 'N I like to be in Europa | ||
+ | Saying goodbye to everyone | ||
+ | |||
+ | Guns guns there' | ||
+ | Guns guns they' | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Drug Stabbing Time ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Drug stabbing time | ||
+ | Well I got working on the Ford line | ||
+ | A paying off the big fine | ||
+ | Drug stabbin' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Drug stabbin' | ||
+ | Is from nine to nine | ||
+ | Nobody wantsa user | ||
+ | Nobody needs a loser | ||
+ | So kick him out that door | ||
+ | An' don't answer it no more | ||
+ | |||
+ | Drug stabbin' | ||
+ | It's a Greenwich Mean Time | ||
+ | Your friends all hate each other you think | ||
+ | You've got another | ||
+ | But who's at the door? | ||
+ | Don't answer it no more | ||
+ | |||
+ | Drug stabbin time | ||
+ | In a bedroom crime | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | An' it's ringin from the floor | ||
+ | So don't answer it no more | ||
+ | |||
+ | Now I was lying in my room | ||
+ | It was raining drugs all afternoon. | ||
+ | I hear this car pull up outside | ||
+ | Comes to a stop like, skreeee | ||
+ | |||
+ | Someone' | ||
+ | 'N someone better worry | ||
+ | 'Cos these four guys all had on their feet | ||
+ | A pair of black shoes shining and neat | ||
+ | I thinks | ||
+ | |||
+ | Blackshoes on | ||
+ | No that's bad news | ||
+ | Here they come charging up the stairs alright | ||
+ | Sonny just tell us where | ||
+ | |||
+ | Drug stabbin time | ||
+ | Don't ask me mate | ||
+ | Working on the Ford line | ||
+ | Paying off the big fine | ||
+ | Drug stabbin' | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Stay Free ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | WE MET WHEN WE WERE IN SCHOOL | ||
+ | NEVER TOOK NO SHIT FROM NO ONE, WE WEREN' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Cheapskates ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | I have been a washer up | ||
+ | An' he has been a scrubber up | ||
+ | An' I seen him a picking up | ||
+ | Dog ends in the rain | ||
+ | An' he has never read a book | ||
+ | Though I told him to take a look | ||
+ | He lifted his poolhall cue | ||
+ | For another game | ||
+ | But it ain't no modern miracle | ||
+ | That we found the golden rule | ||
+ | What you can't buy you gotta steal | ||
+ | An' what you say can't steal you better leave | ||
+ | |||
+ | I don't like to hang about | ||
+ | In this lonely room | ||
+ | 'Cos london is for going out | ||
+ | And trying to hear a tune | ||
+ | But people come pouncing up to me | ||
+ | And say what are you doing here | ||
+ | You're supposed to be a star | ||
+ | Not a cheapskate bleeding queer | ||
+ | |||
+ | Like a load of rats from a sinking ship | ||
+ | You slag us down to save your hip | ||
+ | But you don't give me the benfit | ||
+ | Of your doubt | ||
+ | 'Cos I'll bite it off and spit it out | ||
+ | |||
+ | We're cheapskates anything' | ||
+ | We're cheapskates what are we supposed to do? | ||
+ | An' we can rock | ||
+ | Hey hey let's roll | ||
+ | An' we can walk | ||
+ | An' do the stroll | ||
+ | |||
+ | Just because we're in a group | ||
+ | You think we're stinking rich | ||
+ | 'N we all got model girls | ||
+ | Shedding every stitch | ||
+ | 'N You think the cocaine' | ||
+ | Like a river up our noses | ||
+ | 'N every sea will part for us | ||
+ | Like the red one did for Moses | ||
+ | |||
+ | Well I hope you make it one day | ||
+ | Just like you always said you would some day | ||
+ | And I'll get out my money and make a bet | ||
+ | That I'll be seein' you down the launderette | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== All the Young Punks ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Hanging about down the market street | ||
+ | |||
+ | I spent a lot of time on my feet | ||
+ | When I saw some passing yabbos | ||
+ | We did chance to speak | ||
+ | |||
+ | I knew how to sing | ||
+ | y' know an | ||
+ | They knew how to pose | ||
+ | An' one of them had a Les Paul | ||
+ | Heart attack machine | ||
+ | |||
+ | All the young punks | ||
+ | Laugh your life | ||
+ | Cos there ain't much to cry for | ||
+ | All the young cunts | ||
+ | Live it now | ||
+ | Cos there ain't much to die for | ||
+ | |||
+ | Everybody wants to bum | ||
+ | A ride on the rock ' | ||
+ | And we went out | ||
+ | Got our name in small print on the poster | ||
+ | Of course we got a manger | ||
+ | Though he ain't the mafia | ||
+ | A contract is a contract | ||
+ | When they get 'em out on yer | ||
+ | |||
+ | You gotta drag yourself to work | ||
+ | Drag yourself to sleep | ||
+ | You're dead from the neck up | ||
+ | By the middle of the week | ||
+ | |||
+ | Face front you got the future shining | ||
+ | Like a piece of gold | ||
+ | But I swear as we get closer | ||
+ | It look more like a lump of coal | ||
+ | But it's better than some factory | ||
+ | Now that's no place to waste your youth | ||
+ | I worked there for a week once | ||
+ | I luckily got the boot | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | London Calling | ||
+ | |||
+ | London calling to the faraway towns | ||
+ | Now that war is declared-and battle come down | ||
+ | London calling to the underworld | ||
+ | Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls | ||
+ | London calling, now don't look at us | ||
+ | All that phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust | ||
+ | London calling, see we ain't got no swing | ||
+ | 'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing | ||
+ | |||
+ | The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in | ||
+ | Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin | ||
+ | A nuclear error, but I have no fear | ||
+ | London is drowning-and I live by the river | ||
+ | |||
+ | London calling to the imitation zone | ||
+ | Forget it, brother, an' go it alone | ||
+ | London calling upon the zombies of death | ||
+ | Quit holding out-and draw another breath | ||
+ | London calling-and I don't wanna shout | ||
+ | But when we were talking-I saw you nodding out | ||
+ | London calling, see we ain't got no highs | ||
+ | Except for that one with the yellowy eyes | ||
+ | |||
+ | The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in | ||
+ | Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin | ||
+ | A nuclear error, but I have no fear | ||
+ | London is drowning-and I live by the river | ||
+ | |||
+ | Now get this | ||
+ | London calling, yeah, I was there, too | ||
+ | An' you know what they said? Well, some of it was true! | ||
+ | London calling at the top of the dial | ||
+ | After all this, won't you give me a smile? | ||
+ | |||
+ | I never felt so much a' like | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | Brand New Cadillac | ||
+ | |||
+ | Driiiiiiiive!!! (x2) | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | She said, "Balls to you, Daddy." | ||
+ | She ain't never coming back! | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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! | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | Hateful | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | Rudie Can't Fail | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | Spanish Bombs | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Spanish bombs, yo tequierro y finito | ||
+ | Yote querda, oh mi corazon | ||
+ | Spanish bombs, yo te quierro y finito | ||
+ | Yo te querda, oh mi corazon | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | Right Profile | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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, " | ||
+ | Everybody say, "He sure look funny." | ||
+ | That' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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!!!! | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | Lost in the Supermarket | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | I'm all lost in the supermarket | ||
+ | I can no longer shop happily | ||
+ | I came in her 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | I'm all lost in the supermarket | ||
+ | I can no longer shop happily | ||
+ | I came in her for that special offer | ||
+ | A guaranteed personality | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | I'm all lost in the supermarket | ||
+ | I can no longer shop happily | ||
+ | I came in her for that special offer | ||
+ | A guaranteed personality | ||
+ | |||
+ | And it's not hear | ||
+ | It disappear | ||
+ | I'm all lost | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | Clampdown | ||
+ | |||
+ | What are we gonna do now? | ||
+ | Taking off his turban, they said, is this man a Jew? | ||
+ | 'Cause they' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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? | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | Guns of Brixton | ||
+ | |||
+ | When they kick at your front door | ||
+ | How you gonna come? | ||
+ | With your hands on your head | ||
+ | Or on the trigger of your gun | ||
+ | |||
+ | When the law break in | ||
+ | How you gonna go? | ||
+ | Shot down on the pavement | ||
+ | Or waiting on death row | ||
+ | |||
+ | You can crush us | ||
+ | You can bruise us | ||
+ | But you'll have to answer to | ||
+ | Oh, the guns of Brixton | ||
+ | |||
+ | The money feels good | ||
+ | And your life you like it well | ||
+ | But surely your time will come | ||
+ | As in heaven, as in hell | ||
+ | |||
+ | You see, he feels like Ivan | ||
+ | Born under the Brixton sun | ||
+ | His game is called survivin' | ||
+ | At the end of the harder they come | ||
+ | |||
+ | You know it means no mercy | ||
+ | They caught him with a gun | ||
+ | No need for the Black Maria | ||
+ | Goodbye to the Brixton sun | ||
+ | |||
+ | You can crush us | ||
+ | You can bruise us | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | Wrong 'Em Boyo | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | Death or Glory | ||
+ | |||
+ | Every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world | ||
+ | And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl | ||
+ | Love ' | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | ' | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | 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, | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | Suit your life, maybe so | ||
+ | In the White House-I know | ||
+ | All Over Berlin (they' | ||
+ | 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! | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | Card Cheat | ||
+ | |||
+ | There' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | As he lays down the king of spades | ||
+ | |||
+ | But the dealer just stares | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | Lover' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Yeh, you must treat your lover girl right | ||
+ | If you wanna make lover' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | Four Horsemen | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | One was over the edge, one was over the cliff | ||
+ | One was lickin' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | I'm Not Down | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | Revolution Rock | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | Train in Vain | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | Did you stand by me | ||
+ | No, not at all | ||
+ | Did you stand by me | ||
+ | No way | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Did you stand by me | ||
+ | No, not at all | ||
+ | Did you stand by me | ||
+ | No way | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | Magnificent Seven | ||
+ | |||
+ | Ring! Ring! It's 7:00 A.M.! | ||
+ | Move y'self to go again | ||
+ | Cold water in the face | ||
+ | Brings you back to this awful place | ||
+ | Knuckle merchants and you bankers, too | ||
+ | Must get up an' learn those rules | ||
+ | Weather man and the crazy chief | ||
+ | One says sun and one says sleet | ||
+ | A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too | ||
+ | Churning out that boogaloo | ||
+ | Gets you up and gets you out | ||
+ | But how long can you keep it up? | ||
+ | Gimme Honda, Gimme Sony | ||
+ | So cheap and real phony | ||
+ | Hong Kong dollars and Indian cents | ||
+ | English pounds and Eskimo pence | ||
+ | |||
+ | You lot! What? | ||
+ | Don't stop! Give it all you got! | ||
+ | You lot! What? | ||
+ | Don't stop! Yeah! | ||
+ | |||
+ | Working for a rise, better my station | ||
+ | Take my baby to sophistication | ||
+ | She's seen the ads, she thinks it's nice | ||
+ | Better work hard - I seen the price | ||
+ | Never mind that it's time for the bus | ||
+ | We got to work - an' you're one of us | ||
+ | Clocks go slow in a place of work | ||
+ | Minutes drag and the hours jerk | ||
+ | |||
+ | "When can I tell 'em wot I do? | ||
+ | In a second, maaan...oright Chuck!" | ||
+ | |||
+ | Wave bub-bub-bub-bye to the boss | ||
+ | It's our profit, it's his loss | ||
+ | But anyway lunch bells ring | ||
+ | Take one hour and do your thanng! | ||
+ | Cheeesboiger! | ||
+ | |||
+ | What do we have for entertainment? | ||
+ | Cops kickin' | ||
+ | Now the news - snap to attention! | ||
+ | The lunar landing of the dentist convention | ||
+ | Italian mobster shoots a lobster | ||
+ | Seafood restaurant gets out of hand | ||
+ | A car in the fridge | ||
+ | Or a fridge in the car? | ||
+ | Like cowboys do - in T.V. land | ||
+ | |||
+ | You lot! What? Don't stop. Huh? | ||
+ | |||
+ | So get back to work an' sweat some more | ||
+ | The sun will sink an' we'll get out the door | ||
+ | It's no good for man to work in cages | ||
+ | Hits the town, he drinks his wages | ||
+ | You're frettin', | ||
+ | But did you notice you ain't gettin'? | ||
+ | Don't you ever stop long enough to start? | ||
+ | To take your car outta that gear | ||
+ | Don't you ever stop long enough to start? | ||
+ | To get your car outta that gear | ||
+ | Karlo Marx and Fredrich Engels | ||
+ | Came to the checkout at the 7-11 | ||
+ | Marx was skint - but he had sense | ||
+ | Engels lent him the necessary pence | ||
+ | |||
+ | What have we got? Yeh-o, magnificence!! | ||
+ | |||
+ | Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi | ||
+ | Went to the park to check on the game | ||
+ | But they was murdered by the other team | ||
+ | Who went on to win 50-nil | ||
+ | You can be true, you can be false | ||
+ | You be given the same reward | ||
+ | Socrates and Milhous Nixon | ||
+ | Both went the same way - through the kitchen | ||
+ | Plato the Greek or Rin Tin Tin | ||
+ | Who's more famous to the billion millions? | ||
+ | News Flash: Vacuum Cleaner Sucks Up Budgie | ||
+ | Oooohh...bub-bye | ||
+ | |||
+ | Magnificence!! | ||
+ | |||
+ | FUCKING LONG, INNIT? | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | Hitsville U.K. | ||
+ | |||
+ | They cried the tears, they shed the fears, | ||
+ | Up and down the land, | ||
+ | They stole guitars or used guitars | ||
+ | - So the tape would understand, | ||
+ | Without even the slightest hope of a 1000 sales | ||
+ | Just as if, as if there was, a hitsville in U.K., | ||
+ | I know the boy was all alone, til the hitsville hit U.K. | ||
+ | |||
+ | They say true talent will allways emerge in time, | ||
+ | When lightening hits small wonder - | ||
+ | Its fast rough factory trade, | ||
+ | No expense accounts, or lunch discounts | ||
+ | Or hypeing up the charts, | ||
+ | The band went in, 'n knocked 'em dead, in 2 min. 59 | ||
+ | |||
+ | - No slimy deals, with smarmy eels - in hitsville U.K. | ||
+ | Lets shake' | ||
+ | The mutants, creeps and musclemen, | ||
+ | Are shaking like a leaf, | ||
+ | It blows a hole in the radio, | ||
+ | When it hasnt sounded good all week, | ||
+ | A mike'n boom, in your living room - in hitsville U.K. | ||
+ | No consumer trials, or A.O.R., in hitsville U.K., | ||
+ | Now the boys and girls are not alone, | ||
+ | Now the hitsville' | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | Junco Partner | ||
+ | |||
+ | Down the road came a Junco Partner | ||
+ | For he was loaded as can be | ||
+ | He was knocked out, knocked out loaded | ||
+ | He was a' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Give me headstone when I die | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | Ivan Meets G.I. Joe | ||
+ | |||
+ | So you're on the floor, at 54 | ||
+ | Think you can last - at the Palace | ||
+ | Does your body go to the to and fro? | ||
+ | But tonight' | ||
+ | That Ivan meets G.I. Joe | ||
+ | |||
+ | He tried his tricks- that Ruskie bear | ||
+ | The United Nations said it's all fair | ||
+ | He did the radiation - the chemical plague | ||
+ | But he could not win - with a cossack spin | ||
+ | |||
+ | The Vostok Bomb - the Stalin strike | ||
+ | He tried every move - he tried to hitch hike | ||
+ | He drilled a hole - like a Russian star | ||
+ | He made every move in his repertoire | ||
+ | |||
+ | When Ivan meet G.I. Joe | ||
+ | |||
+ | Now it was G.I. Joe's turn to blow | ||
+ | He turned it on - cool and slow | ||
+ | He tried a payphone call to the Pentagon | ||
+ | A radar scan - a leviathan | ||
+ | |||
+ | He wiped the Earth - clean as a plate | ||
+ | What does it take to make a Ruskie break? | ||
+ | But the crowd are bored and off they go | ||
+ | Over the road to watch China blow! | ||
+ | |||
+ | When Ivan meets G.I. Joe | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | Leader | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | Something About England | ||
+ | |||
+ | They say immigrants steal the hubcaps | ||
+ | Of the respected gentlemen | ||
+ | They say it would be wine an' roses | ||
+ | If England were for Englishmen again | ||
+ | |||
+ | Well I saw a dirty overcoat | ||
+ | At the foot of the pillar of the road | ||
+ | Propped inside was an old man | ||
+ | Whom time would not erode | ||
+ | When the night was snapped by sirens | ||
+ | Those blue lights circled fast | ||
+ | The dancehall called for an' ambulance | ||
+ | The bars all closed up fast | ||
+ | |||
+ | My silence gazing at the ceiling | ||
+ | While roaming the single room | ||
+ | I thought the old man could help me | ||
+ | If he could explain the gloom | ||
+ | You really think it's all new | ||
+ | You really think about it too | ||
+ | The old man scoffed as he spoke to me | ||
+ | I'll tell you a thing or two | ||
+ | |||
+ | I missed the fourteen-eighteen war | ||
+ | But not the sorrow afterwards | ||
+ | With my father dead and my mother ran off | ||
+ | My brothers took the pay of hoods | ||
+ | The twenties turned the north was dead | ||
+ | The hunger strike came marching south | ||
+ | At the garden party not a word was said | ||
+ | The ladies lifted cake to their mouths | ||
+ | |||
+ | The next war began and my ship sailed | ||
+ | With battle orders writ in bed | ||
+ | In five long years of bullets and shells | ||
+ | We left tem million dead | ||
+ | The few returned to old Piccadily | ||
+ | We limped around Leicster Square | ||
+ | The world was busy rebuilding itself | ||
+ | The architects could not care | ||
+ | |||
+ | But how could we know when I was young | ||
+ | All the canges that were to come? | ||
+ | All the photos in the wallets on the battlefield | ||
+ | And now the terror of the scientific sun | ||
+ | There was masters an' servants an' servants an' dogs | ||
+ | They taught you how to touch your cap | ||
+ | But through strikes an' famine an' war an' peace | ||
+ | England never closed this gap | ||
+ | |||
+ | So leave me now the moon is up | ||
+ | But remember all the tales I tell | ||
+ | The memories that you have dredged up | ||
+ | Are on letters forwarded from hell | ||
+ | |||
+ | The streets were by now deserted | ||
+ | The gangs had trudged off home | ||
+ | The lights clicked off in the bedsits | ||
+ | An' old England was all alone | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | Rebel Waltz | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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. | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Look Here ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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! | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Crooked Beat ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Prance! Prance! You want a law to dance? | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Somebody Got Murdered ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | And you're minding your own business | ||
+ | Carrying spare change | ||
+ | You wouldn' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | As the daily crown disperses | ||
+ | No-one says that much | ||
+ | Somebody got murdered | ||
+ | And it' left me with a touch | ||
+ | |||
+ | Somebody got murdered | ||
+ | Somebody' | ||
+ | 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? | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== One More Time ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Must I get a witness? for all this misery | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== One More Dub ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Stop wastin' | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Lightning Strikes (Not Once But Twice) ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Now lightning strikes in old New York | ||
+ | It may be dark but I wanna talk | ||
+ | It might rain, it might snow | ||
+ | Too many things I got to know | ||
+ | If this is spring than it's time to sing | ||
+ | Never mind the l'il birdies wing | ||
+ | Look out, look out, old New York | ||
+ | New York's coming an' New York talks | ||
+ | Hey! Strike! Not once... | ||
+ | Strike! But twice! | ||
+ | |||
+ | Get out your money - peel a slab | ||
+ | Roll some notes an' hail a cab | ||
+ | Drive in church drive in back | ||
+ | Drive down Seventh in a tank | ||
+ | Take in the sights, feel the breeze | ||
+ | See New York's one and only tree | ||
+ | It can be found in Garbage park | ||
+ | But don't inspect it after dark | ||
+ | Strike! New York! Lightning! | ||
+ | Not once but twice. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Accidental hike in the transit strike | ||
+ | Roller skate or ride a bike | ||
+ | Three to a car, Brooklyn Bridge | ||
+ | You won't get far if you're privileged | ||
+ | Graffiti Jack sprays in black | ||
+ | An Englishman can he read it back? | ||
+ | Deli Joe he ought to know | ||
+ | He runs the gang on Pastrami Row | ||
+ | Strike! Lightning strike! | ||
+ | |||
+ | Because glass to glass, street to street | ||
+ | Buildings touch St. Peter' | ||
+ | From car to bar, prez to shah | ||
+ | Everything is in the jar | ||
+ | The 4 winds blow cos the 4 winds know | ||
+ | Takes a special hustle to make a roll | ||
+ | Honey girl on her feet | ||
+ | I wish everything to make her sweet | ||
+ | Strike! Twice! OK so roll! | ||
+ | From Harlem! Strike one! | ||
+ | |||
+ | Harlem slum to penthouse block | ||
+ | On every door I already knocked | ||
+ | There wasn't anybody that I didn't leave alone | ||
+ | Somebody lying under every stone | ||
+ | Everything that a man could need | ||
+ | In a bag down by my knee | ||
+ | That looks good, this ain't got seeds | ||
+ | Cheaper than booze down in the bowery | ||
+ | Lightning strike! Old New York! | ||
+ | Everything' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Hey ho such a night | ||
+ | I'll see y'all when the lightning strike | ||
+ | A polaroid caught in the act | ||
+ | You're married too and that's a fact | ||
+ | But I won't peek and I won't squeek | ||
+ | Down by the trucks on Christopher Street | ||
+ | It's Cuban Day - Oi Vey | ||
+ | Chinese New Year let's call it a day | ||
+ | Tootsie! Hey Chi man! | ||
+ | That melody is Puerto Rican | ||
+ | Hey Chi man is what he's speaking | ||
+ | An' there' | ||
+ | Where many cars get broken down | ||
+ | It's the Westway from Ladbroke Grove | ||
+ | Runs down to Old Hounslow | ||
+ | Just thought I'd mention the new extention | ||
+ | That run's down the 59th street intersection | ||
+ | Did you hear the news y'all? | ||
+ | London Town on the Broadway! | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Up In Heaven (Not Only Here) ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | " | ||
+ | To raise the towering buildings | ||
+ | For the weary bones of the workers | ||
+ | To go back in the morning | ||
+ | To be strong in the morning" | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Corner Soul ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Is the music of grove skin rock | ||
+ | Soaked in the diesel of was boys war? | ||
+ | Blood, black gold and the face of a judge | ||
+ | Is the music calling for a river of blood? | ||
+ | |||
+ | Beat the drums tonight, Alphonso | ||
+ | Spread the news all over the grove | ||
+ | The big meeting has decided | ||
+ | That total was must burn on the grove | ||
+ | |||
+ | Does it mean I should take my machete | ||
+ | To chop my way through the path of life? | ||
+ | Does it mean I should run with the dog pack | ||
+ | Is that the way to be the one to survive? | ||
+ | |||
+ | Never need a gun says Tai Chi | ||
+ | Move on up to dragon snaps his tail | ||
+ | Fall back on still waters | ||
+ | Hammer with his eye on the nail | ||
+ | |||
+ | Spread the word tonight please, Sammy | ||
+ | They' | ||
+ | Don't go alone now, Sammy! | ||
+ | The wind has blown away the corner soul | ||
+ | |||
+ | Tell the news for me, Sammy | ||
+ | They' | ||
+ | But don't go down alone new, Sammy! | ||
+ | The wind has blown away the croner soul | ||
+ | |||
+ | Is the music calling for a river of blood? | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Let's Go Crazy ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | The mighty observer who keeps his cabinets hot | ||
+ | A great meeting of rhythm and face | ||
+ | A humming of values and a children' | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== If Music Could Talk ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | Left Channel | ||
+ | Make sure! | ||
+ | Taking cover in the bunker tonight | ||
+ | Waiting for Bo Diddley' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | Got to say about | ||
+ | He said is it Errol Flynn' | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Sound of the Sinners ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | As the floods of God | ||
+ | Wash away sin city | ||
+ | They say it was written | ||
+ | In the page of the Lord | ||
+ | But I was looking | ||
+ | For that great jazz note | ||
+ | That destroyed | ||
+ | The walls of Jericho | ||
+ | |||
+ | The winds of fear | ||
+ | Whip away the sickness | ||
+ | The messages on the tablet | ||
+ | Was valium | ||
+ | As the planets form | ||
+ | That golden cross Lord | ||
+ | I'll see you on | ||
+ | The holy cross roads | ||
+ | |||
+ | After all this time | ||
+ | To believe in Jesus | ||
+ | After all those drugs | ||
+ | I thought I was Him | ||
+ | After all my lying | ||
+ | And a-crying | ||
+ | And my suffering | ||
+ | I ain't good enough | ||
+ | I ain't clean enough | ||
+ | To be Him | ||
+ | |||
+ | The tribal wars | ||
+ | Burning up the homeland | ||
+ | The fuel of evil | ||
+ | Is raining from the sky | ||
+ | The sea of lava | ||
+ | Flowing down the mountain | ||
+ | The time will sleep | ||
+ | Us sinners by | ||
+ | |||
+ | Holy rollers roll | ||
+ | Give generously now | ||
+ | Pass the hubcap please | ||
+ | Thank you Lord | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Police On My Back ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Midnight Log ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Equaliser ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Call Up ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | It's up to you not to heed the call-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 | ||
+ | ' | ||
+ | Who give you work an' why should you do it? | ||
+ | At fifty five minutes past eleven | ||
+ | There is a rose... | ||
+ | Yeah! | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Washington Bullets ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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? | ||
+ | |||
+ | ' | ||
+ | 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, | ||
+ | ' | ||
+ | Que? | ||
+ | Sandinista! | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Broadway ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | "It ain't my fault | ||
+ | It's 6 ' | ||
+ | He said | ||
+ | As he came up out of the night | ||
+ | |||
+ | When he found I had no coins to bum, | ||
+ | He began to testify | ||
+ | Born in a depression | ||
+ | Born out of good luck | ||
+ | Born into misery | ||
+ | - In the back of a truck.. | ||
+ | |||
+ | I'm telling you this mister | ||
+ | Don't be put off by looks | ||
+ | I been in the ring and I took those right hooks | ||
+ | |||
+ | Oh the loneliness | ||
+ | Used to knock me out - harder than the rest | ||
+ | |||
+ | And I've worked for breakfast | ||
+ | 'N I ain't had no lunch | ||
+ | I been on delivery and received every punch | ||
+ | |||
+ | Suddenly I noticed that it weren' | ||
+ | Feel different one morning maybe it was the rain | ||
+ | |||
+ | But everywhere I looked all over the city | ||
+ | They' | ||
+ | Someone stopped for a pick-up driving one of those cars | ||
+ | Y'see I allways wanted one of those cars | ||
+ | Long black 'n shiny an' pull up to the bars | ||
+ | Honk your horn, put down your windows, push yer button, | ||
+ | Hear it coming in | ||
+ | You can say I can see the light... roll! | ||
+ | Forward! Drive! Green lights! Green lights! | ||
+ | Intersection city coming a running comeback home I run back | ||
+ | Not that strong now | ||
+ | Yes who's there now, can I help you? Calling Intel station light | ||
+ | |||
+ | Did you put your money in? Yes I put it in | ||
+ | It say go, I say go, she say go, so we say go | ||
+ | Cos I can see the light all night tonight this night right now | ||
+ | Coming on forward motion across the ocean | ||
+ | An' up the hills yeh boys let's strike for the hills | ||
+ | While that petrol tank is full | ||
+ | Gimme a push gimme a pull | ||
+ | Gimme a llama gimme a mule | ||
+ | Gimme a donkey or gimme a horse | ||
+ | |||
+ | Down the avenue | ||
+ | So fine | ||
+ | In style | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Lose This Skin ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Charlie Don't Surf ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Charlie don't surf and we think he should | ||
+ | Charlie don't surf and you know that it ain't no good | ||
+ | Charlie don't surf for his hamburger Momma | ||
+ | Charlie' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Everybody wants to rule the world | ||
+ | Must be something we get from birth | ||
+ | One truth is we never learn | ||
+ | Satellites will make space burn | ||
+ | |||
+ | We've been told to keep the strangers out | ||
+ | We don't like them starting to hang around | ||
+ | We don't like them all over town | ||
+ | Across the world we are going to blow them down | ||
+ | |||
+ | Charlie don't surf and we think he should | ||
+ | Charlie don't surf and you know that it ain't no good | ||
+ | Charlie don't surf for his hamburger Momma | ||
+ | Charlie' | ||
+ | |||
+ | The reign of the super powers must be over | ||
+ | So many armies can't free the earth | ||
+ | Soon the rock will roll over | ||
+ | Africa is choking on their Coca Cola | ||
+ | |||
+ | It's a one a way street in a one horse town | ||
+ | One way people starting to brag around | ||
+ | You can laugh, put them down | ||
+ | These one way people gonna blow us down | ||
+ | |||
+ | Charlie don't surf and we think he should | ||
+ | Charlie don't surf and you know that it ain't no good | ||
+ | Charlie don't surf for his hamburger Momma | ||
+ | Charlie' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Charlie don't surf he'll never learn | ||
+ | Charlie don't surf though he's got a gun | ||
+ | Charlie don't surf think that he should | ||
+ | Charlie don't surf we really think he should | ||
+ | Charlie don't surf | ||
+ | |||
+ | Charlie don't surf and we think he should | ||
+ | Charlie don't surf and you know that it ain't no good | ||
+ | Charlie don't surf for his hamburger Momma | ||
+ | Charlie don't surf | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Junkie Slip ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Kingston Advice ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Street Parade ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Version City ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | He's waiting there in the pouring rain | ||
+ | He's looking for that great ride yeh | ||
+ | That' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Living In Fame ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Version Pardner ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Down the road came a Junco Partner | ||
+ | For he was loaded as can be | ||
+ | He was knocked out, knocked out loaded | ||
+ | He was a' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Singing six | ||
+ | Six | ||
+ | |||
+ | Well I wish I would have me a great deal of money | ||
+ | Yeah and a-mighty | ||
+ | |||
+ | Give me | ||
+ | |||
+ | Down | ||
+ | Junco Partner | ||
+ | |||
+ | Well I'm down | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== 1977 ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | IN 1977 I HOPE I GO TO HEAVEN | ||
+ | COS I BEEN TOO LONG ON THE DOLE | ||
+ | AND I CAN'T WORK AT ALL | ||
+ | |||
+ | DANGER STRANGER | ||
+ | YOU BETTER PAINT YOUR FACE | ||
+ | NO ELVIS, BEATLES, OR THE ROLLING STONES | ||
+ | IN 1977 | ||
+ | |||
+ | IN 1977 | ||
+ | KNIVES IN WEST 11 | ||
+ | LENT SO LUCKY TO BE RICH | ||
+ | STEN GUNS IN KNIGHTSBRIDGE | ||
+ | |||
+ | DANGER STRANGER | ||
+ | YOU BETTER PAINT YOUR FACE | ||
+ | NO ELVIS, BEATLES OR THE ROLLING STONES | ||
+ | IN 1977 | ||
+ | |||
+ | IN 1977 | ||
+ | YOU'RE ON THE NEVER NEVER | ||
+ | YOU THINK IT CAN'T GO ON FOREVER | ||
+ | BUT THE PAPERS SAY IT'S BETTER | ||
+ | I DON'T CARE 'COS I'M NOT ALL THERE | ||
+ | NO ELVIS, BEATLES OR THE ROLLING STONES | ||
+ | |||
+ | IN 1977 | ||
+ | SOD THE JUBILEE | ||
+ | IN 1978 | ||
+ | IN 1979 | ||
+ | STAYED IN BED | ||
+ | IN 1980 | ||
+ | IN 1981 | ||
+ | THE TOILET DON'T WORK | ||
+ | IN 1982 | ||
+ | IN 1983 | ||
+ | HERE COME THE POLICE | ||
+ | IN 1984 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Jail Guitar Doors ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | And so they certified him insane | ||
+ | |||
+ | And then there' | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== City of the Dead ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Prisoner ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Pressure Drop ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | It is you, oh yeah | ||
+ | It is you, oh yeah | ||
+ | |||
+ | I said a pressure drop, | ||
+ | Oh pressure, oh yeah | ||
+ | Pressure' | ||
+ | I said pressure drop | ||
+ | Oh pressure, oh yeah | ||
+ | Pressure' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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' | ||
+ | Pressure drop | ||
+ | Oh pressure, oh yeah | ||
+ | Pressure' | ||
+ | |||
+ | 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 | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== 1-2 Crush on You ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | STANDING IN A QUEUE OF A SCHOOL CANTEEN | ||
+ | GUYS ON THE CORNER THEY WERE LAUGHIN' | ||
+ | BUT I DON'T MIND IF THEY SEE IT ALL | ||
+ | YOU KNOW I GOTTA COME CLEAN | ||
+ | I GOTTA COME CLEAN | ||
+ | I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU | ||
+ | |||
+ | MY MIND DON'T NEED IT BUT MY BODY DO | ||
+ | A LITTLE BIT OF LOVING AND ATTENTION FOR YOU | ||
+ | ALTHOUGH WE'RE ONLY STRANGERS | ||
+ | THEY DON'T NEED TO KNOW | ||
+ | I GOTTA CUM CLEAN, I GOTTA CUM CLEAN | ||
+ | OOH, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU | ||
+ | |||
+ | I WANNA GET SERIOUS RIGHT AWAY | ||
+ | 1-2, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU | ||
+ | WHAT YOU DOIN' TODAY OR ANY OTHER DAY? | ||
+ | 1-2, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU | ||
+ | JUST ONE LOOK AND I GO INSANE | ||
+ | 1-2, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU | ||
+ | |||
+ | YOUR DADDY NEVER COMES TO GET YOU | ||
+ | `COS LIVES SO FAR AWAY | ||
+ | BUT HIS I-TALIAN CHAUFFEUR SHOWS UP EVERY DAY | ||
+ | BUT I'LL GET YOU IN THE CORNER, I'LL GET YOU ALL | ||
+ | ALONE | ||
+ | I GOTTA CUM CLEAN, I GOTTA COME CLEAN | ||
+ | |||
+ | I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU | ||
+ | |||
+ | 1-2, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU | ||
+ | 1-2, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU | ||
+ | 1-2, I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU | ||
+ | I SAID 1-2 | ||
+ | I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU | ||
+ | |||
+ | WHY SHOULD I GET A CRUSH ON YET? | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | Groovy Times | ||
+ | |||
+ | THE HIGH STREET SHOPS ARE BOARDED UP | ||
+ | AN' THE TERRACE IT IS FENCED IN | ||
+ | SEE-THROUGH SHIELDS ARE WALLED ACROSS | ||
+ | THE WAY THAT YOU CAME IN | ||
+ | BUT THERE' | ||
+ | |||
+ | AS THE LORRIES BRING THE BACON IN | ||
+ | 'COS THE HOUSEWIVES ARE ALL SINGING | ||
+ | GROOVY TIMES ARE HERE AGAIN | ||
+ | |||
+ | THEY DISCOVERED ONE BLACK SATURDAY | ||
+ | THAT MOBS DON'T MARCH THEY RUN | ||
+ | SO YOU CAN EXCUSE THE NERVOUS TRIGGERMAN | ||
+ | JUST THIS ONCE FOR JUMPING THE GUN | ||
+ | AS THEY WERE PICKING UP THE DEAD | ||
+ | OUT OF THE BROKEN GLASS | ||
+ | YES IT'S NUMBER ONE, THE RADIO SAID | ||
+ | GROOVY TIMES HAVE COME TO PASS! | ||
+ | |||
+ | GROOVY TIMES GROOVY TIMES GROOVY TIMES | ||
+ | |||
+ | THE INTAKE IS ON THE UPTAKE | ||
+ | THE ACCELERATION' | ||
+ | I CAN REMEMBER HIS FIRST APPEARANCE | ||
+ | NOW LOOK WHAT'S HAPPENED TO HIM | ||
+ | SO THEY PUT HIM IN A DOG SUIT | ||
+ | LIKE FROM 1964 | ||
+ | THE KING OF EARLY EVENING TV | ||
+ | GROOVY TIMES FOREVER MORE | ||
+ | |||
+ | GROOVY TIMES | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Gates of the West ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | I would love to be the lucky one on chill avenue | ||
+ | Who could keep your heart warm when ice has turned it blue | ||
+ | But with the beggin' | ||
+ | I'm looking back for home and I can see the lights | ||
+ | |||
+ | I should be jumpin' | ||
+ | From Camden town station to 44th and 8th | ||
+ | Not many make it this far and many say we're great | ||
+ | But just like them we walk on an' we can't escape our fate | ||
+ | Can't you hear the sighing | ||
+ | Eastside Jimmy and Southside Sue | ||
+ | Both say they needed something new | ||
+ | |||
+ | So I'm standing at the gates of the west | ||
+ | I burn money at the lights of the sign | ||
+ | The city casts a shadow of the perfect crime | ||
+ | I'm standing at the gates of the east | ||
+ | I take my pulse and the pulse of my friend | ||
+ | The city casts a shadow, will I see you again? | ||
+ | |||
+ | The immigrants an' remnants of all the glory years | ||
+ | Are clustered around the bar again for another round of beers | ||
+ | Little Richard' | ||
+ | He's telling the waitress he's great | ||
+ | |||
+ | Ah say i know somewhere back' | ||
+ | Out on the dustbowls, deep in the roulette mine | ||
+ | Or in a ghetto cellar only yesterday | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | |||
+ | I hear them crying | ||
+ | Eastside Jimmy and Southside Sue | ||
+ | Both said they needed something new | ||
+ | |||
+ | Standing at the gates of the west | ||
+ | In the shadow again | ||
+ | I'm standing at the gates of the west | ||
+ | In the shadow again | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Capital Radio (One/Two) ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | YES, IT'S TIME FOR THE DR. GOEBBELS SHOW! | ||
+ | |||
+ | THERE' | ||
+ | WITH A RADIO STATION RIGHT AT THE TOP | ||
+ | THEY DON'T MAKE THE CITY BEAT | ||
+ | THEY' | ||
+ | |||
+ | A LONG TIME AGO THERE WERE PIRATES | ||
+ | BEAMING WAVES FROM THE SEA | ||
+ | BUT NOW ALL THE STATIONS ARE SILENCED | ||
+ | 'COS THEY AIN'T GOT A GOVERNMENT LICENSE | ||
+ | |||
+ | WANNA TELL YOUR PROBLEMS | ||
+ | PHONE IN FROM YOUR BEDSIT ROOM | ||
+ | HAVING TROUBLE WITH YOUR PARTNER | ||
+ | LET US ALL IN ON THE NEWS | ||
+ | |||
+ | IF YOU WANNA HEAR A RECORD | ||
+ | GET THE WORD FROM AIDEN DAY | ||
+ | HE PICKS ALL THE HITS TO PLAY | ||
+ | TO KEEP YOU IN YOUR PLACE ALL DAY | ||
+ | |||
+ | CAPITAL RADIO | ||
+ | IN TUNE WITH NOTHING | ||
+ | DON'T TOUCH THAT DIAL | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Justice Tonight/ | ||
+ | |||
+ | STAY AROUND DON'T PLAY AROUND | ||
+ | THIS OLD TOWN AND ALL | ||
+ | SEEMS LIKE I GOT TO TRAVEL ON | ||
+ | |||
+ | A LOT OF PEOPLE WON'T GET NO SUPPER TONIGHT | ||
+ | JUSTICE TONIGHT | ||
+ | |||
+ | RUNNIN AND A HIDING TONIGHT | ||
+ | JUSTICE TONIGHT | ||
+ | |||
+ | REMEMBER TO KICK IT OVER | ||
+ | NO ONE WILL GUIDE YOU THROUGH ARMEGIDEON TIME | ||
+ | IT'S ARMAGIDEON | ||
+ | IT'S NOT CHRISTMAS TIME | ||
+ | |||
+ | A LOT OF PEOPLE | ||
+ | A LOT OF PEOPLE USE A CALCULATOR | ||
+ | A LOT OF PEOPLE WON'T GET NO SUPPER TONIGHT | ||
+ | A LOT OF PEOPLE SITTIN' | ||
+ | |||
+ | THE BATTLE IS GETTIN HOTTER | ||
+ | ARMAGIDEON TIME | ||
+ | ARMAGIDEON | ||
+ | |||
+ | REMEMBER TO KICK IT OVER | ||
+ | ARMAGIDEON TIME | ||
+ | |||
+ | A LOT OF PEOPLE AIN'T GOT NO SUPPER TONIGHT | ||
+ | A LOT OF PEOPLE GOT TO STAND OUT BACK | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Robber Dub ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | My Daddy was a bankrobber | ||
+ | But he never hurt nobody | ||
+ | He just loved to live that way | ||
+ | And he loved | ||
+ | |||
+ | Never loved a shovel | ||
+ | Break | ||
+ | |||
+ | The old man spoke up in a bar | ||
+ | Said I never been in prison | ||
+ | A | ||
+ | |||
+ | Someday you'll meet your rocking chair | ||
+ | Cos that's where we're spinning | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Yeah | ||
+ | |||
+ | My daddy was a bankrobber | ||
+ | But he never hurt nobody | ||
+ | He | ||
+ | |||
+ | Get away, get away | ||
+ | |||
+ | Money | ||
+ | |||
+ | He loved to steal your money | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Stop the World ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | THE PANORAMA OF THE CITY IS WRONG | ||
+ | IN FACT THE CITY SEEMS TO BE GONE! | ||
+ | BURNING RUBBER AND SMOKE IN MY EYES | ||
+ | THERE' | ||
+ | FOR TWENTY SQUARE MILES! | ||
+ | THEY TOOK IT INTO THE NUCLEAR MINE | ||
+ | JUDGING BY THIS, THEY LEFT NOTHING BEHIND | ||
+ | DOWN IN THE BUNKERS IN THE CRUST OF THE EARTH | ||
+ | NOW CROUCH THE WEALTHY AND THE NOBLE OF BIRTH | ||
+ | |||
+ | IF I COULD A RIDE A TRAIN AROUND THE CITY | ||
+ | THAT HOLDS THIS AS OUR FATE | ||
+ | I'D HIDE FROM ELECTRO-CIRCUIT CENTRAL | ||
+ | TO THE SHOCK INDUCER GATE | ||
+ | NOT FORGETTING THE BY-PASS | ||
+ | ACROSS THE WASHINGTON HOOKS | ||
+ | THROUGH THE PHONES AND DESKS AND SCREENS | ||
+ | OF THE KREMLIN' | ||
+ | |||
+ | THERE' | ||
+ | DESTINATION OF THE OVERRIDE | ||
+ | SCANNING THE WILD WIND | ||
+ | BLOWING THROUGH THE BERLIN CORRIDOR | ||
+ | SPOTLIT IN A PALACE, SHIELDED FROM DUST | ||
+ | MALFUNCTION OR NOT, THE FAILSAFE IS THE CRUX | ||
+ | SO FAR AWAY FROM US, | ||
+ | SHAKING WITH THE MYSTERY TEARS | ||
+ | ONE LONELY NIGHT IN LADBROKE GROVE | ||
+ | FAR AWAY IN THE DESERTS OF OMAHA! | ||
+ | THEY GOT IT NAILED DOWN-SWISS TIGHT! | ||
+ | THE BANK NOTES OF EUROPE | ||
+ | THE EMPERORS AND KINGS | ||
+ | CURL IN THE AUTUMN AS THE BURNING OF LEAVES | ||
+ | AND I'VE CLEANED MY BLACK GUITAR... | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Magnificent Dance ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Don't you ever stop | ||
+ | Long enough to start | ||
+ | Take your car out of that gear | ||
+ | |||
+ | Don't you ever stop | ||
+ | Long enough to start | ||
+ | Get your car out of that gear | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | Radio Clash | ||
+ | |||
+ | This is Radio Clash | ||
+ | Stealing all transmissions | ||
+ | Beaming from the mountaintop | ||
+ | Using aural ammunition | ||
+ | |||
+ | With extreme prejudice | ||
+ | On a terminator mission | ||
+ | This is Radio Clash | ||
+ | Consider your position | ||
+ | |||
+ | Step it up, get down low | ||
+ | |||
+ | Breaking news flash | ||
+ | Assassination | ||
+ | The whole country has been shot | ||
+ | |||
+ | Evil will abate | ||
+ | In Revelation | ||
+ | In the Ministry of Whitewash | ||
+ | |||
+ | Wait, wait | ||
+ | Don't switch off the death | ||
+ | Yes, we have the latest score | ||
+ | (????) Islanders: 101 and Home Yard: 44 | ||
+ | |||
+ | This is Radio Clash | ||
+ | And we count your thoughts | ||
+ | When lightning splits the sky in half | ||
+ | Sharper than a sword | ||
+ | |||
+ | And in the thundercloud | ||
+ | You see another cloud | ||
+ | Bones as big as sticks | ||
+ | Even angels were in hell on the morning of the sixth | ||
+ | |||
+ | Like buckets of venom in (????) | ||
+ | They' | ||
+ | Human wars over there | ||
+ | And we'll come and knock 'em down | ||
+ | |||
+ | And he reaches the other side first | ||
+ | Gets a job in the dirty old town | ||
+ | And he reaches the other side first | ||
+ | Gets a job in the dirty old town | ||
+ | |||
+ | This is not free | ||
+ | This is not free Europe | ||
+ | No, no, no, no, no | ||
+ | Nor an armed force network | ||
+ | |||
+ | This is Radio Clash | ||
+ | Stealing all transmission | ||
+ | Beaming from the mountaintop | ||
+ | Aural ammunition | ||
+ | |||
+ | A riggy diggy dig dang dang | ||
+ | |||
+ | This is Radio Clash | ||
+ | Stealing information | ||
+ | By his will as a (???) | ||
+ | Use careful confirmation | ||
+ | |||
+ | Bribery, extortion | ||
+ | Legal legislation | ||
+ | Security is life indeed | ||
+ | Accept no other explanation | ||
+ | |||
+ | This is Radio Clash | ||
+ | On pirate satellite | ||
+ | Orbiting your living room | ||
+ | Everybody hold on tight | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== First Night Back in London ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | The mini cab | ||
+ | The driver is black | ||
+ | This time of night | ||
+ | You better sit in the back | ||
+ | |||
+ | Got a few smokes | ||
+ | Under your hat | ||
+ | The cops are lookin' | ||
+ | For the petrol on the black | ||
+ | |||
+ | This time I think | ||
+ | So what the hell | ||
+ | There' | ||
+ | I know too well | ||
+ | |||
+ | Why should I lean | ||
+ | Get out my mind again | ||
+ | I ridin' in the back alone | ||
+ | The stranger rides again | ||
+ | |||
+ | To see my lovely town | ||
+ | That always brings you down | ||
+ | Where every drifter drifts | ||
+ | For many miles around | ||
+ | |||
+ | We take a casual drive | ||
+ | For two miles up the road | ||
+ | The cops pull us over | ||
+ | And search right through our clothes | ||
+ | |||
+ | They give him hell | ||
+ | They check him on the air | ||
+ | I sit there with the drugs in my hair | ||
+ | |||
+ | As soon as I get home | ||
+ | I call Heathrow | ||
+ | Want a standby fare to Borneo | ||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Long Time Jerk ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | Gonna scrape the trouble off my boots! | ||
+ | |||
+ | As they were dancing in the evening | ||
+ | And the light shone through the trees | ||
+ | This girl my eye was following | ||
+ | Asked the band to play her a beat | ||
+ | |||
+ | Singin' | ||
+ | She hit me where it hurts | ||
+ | Ohhh your heart | ||
+ | Now my heart will burst | ||
+ | Oh no | ||
+ | |||
+ | Ah, but it took me back to that wonderland | ||
+ | I witnessed long ago | ||
+ | Babbling words of preachers | ||
+ | Sayin' | ||
+ | |||
+ | Ohh... | ||
+ | |||
+ | And I've forgotten how to worry | ||
+ | And I don't know how to run | ||
+ | Against the odds I realize | ||
+ | This struggle could be won! | ||
+ | |||
+ | We dance | ||
+ | |||
+ | Long time jerk | ||
+ | She did it to me first | ||
+ | Ohhh my heart | ||
+ | With that long time jerk | ||
+ | |||
+ | Ah! Say..... Do that long time jerk. | ||
+ | |||
+ | Bring on those tapes from the past | ||
+ | They make you look better in a mirror | ||
+ | Feel that long time jerkin' | ||
+ | Between the taker and the giver | ||
+ | |||
+ | Feel that... | ||
+ | |||
+ | Long time jerk | ||
+ | She hit me where it hurts | ||
+ | Oh I felt my heart | ||
+ | Now my heart will burst | ||
+ | |||
+ | I've forgotten how to worry | ||
+ | And I don't know how to run | ||
+ | Against the odds I realize | ||
+ | This struggle could be fun! | ||
+ | |||
+ | Oh, through lanes and streets and houses | ||
+ | And reversing rush of time | ||
+ | She made me re-invent the world | ||
+ | Before inventing time | ||
+ | (Before inventing time) | ||
+ | |||
+ | Long time jerk | ||
+ | Oh, she hit me where it hurts | ||
+ | Ohhhhh my heart | ||
+ | Long time jerk | ||
+ | |||
+ | Long, long, long, long, long | ||
+ | Long time | ||
+ | Long time jerk | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Cool Confusion ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | BETWEEN COOL CONFUSION | ||
+ | AND KUNG FU IN THE CAR PARK | ||
+ | COULD THE WEEKEND BE LOSING | ||
+ | THAT REACTIVE SPARK | ||
+ | |||
+ | EVEN IN THE SHEBEEN | ||
+ | OR DOWN IN THE MEAT RACK | ||
+ | LONGTIME I FEEL COLD | ||
+ | TO SEND CINDERELLA' | ||
+ | |||
+ | ALONG THE LENGTH OF THE WIRE | ||
+ | PARTY JAM ON THE LINE | ||
+ | I CAN'T HEAR A THING | ||
+ | CAN'T GET NO NUMBER NINE | ||
+ | |||
+ | NOW WE MUST GET IN TOUCH | ||
+ | IF THE NIGHT IS TO BURN | ||
+ | SOMEONE OUT THERE IN LUCK | ||
+ | LEND ME YOUR STAR FOR A TURN | ||
+ | |||
+ | AS HEROES FIX THEIR HAIR | ||
+ | SOME ARE SAVING THEIR BREATH | ||
+ | JUST ON THE WALKWAYS TONIGHT | ||
+ | FOR A GLUE BAG DEATH | ||
+ | |||
+ | SCREENS FLICK IN UNISON | ||
+ | SOME GAZE AT THE SOUL | ||
+ | FROM THE TIERS AND THE HEIGHTS | ||
+ | GO FOR THE FIFTEENTH FLOOR STROLL | ||
+ | |||
+ | IT'S IMMEDIATELY OBVIOUS; | ||
+ | ANYBODY STAR-GILT | ||
+ | WOULD HAVE LEFT THIS CLUB | ||
+ | WAY BEFORE IT WAS BUILT | ||
+ | |||
+ | THIS STRIKES YOU SO LATE | ||
+ | AS THE GUY WITH THE BROOM | ||
+ | SWEEPS YOU AND THE BOTTLES | ||
+ | RIGHT OUT OF THE ROOM | ||
+ | |||
+ | NOW I WASH IN THE FACTORY | ||
+ | CONFESS IN THE TILE HOUSE | ||
+ | I DON'T NEED TO BLEED ANYBODY | ||
+ | TO STRIKE OUT | ||
+ | |||
+ | TODAY MY GODFATHER | ||
+ | HE SENT A NOTE FROM THE JAIL | ||
+ | SAID GO GET 'EM KID | ||
+ | BUT DON'T GET CHAINED TO THE RAIL | ||
+ | |||
+ | BETWEEN COOL CONFUSION | ||
+ | AND KUNG FU IN THE CAR PARK | ||
+ | COULD THE WEEKEND BE LOSING | ||
+ | THAT ROMANTIC SPARK | ||
+ | |||
+ | EVEN IN THE SHEBEEN | ||
+ | OR DOWN IN THE MEAT RACK | ||
+ | LONG TIME I FEEL COLD | ||
+ | TO SEND CINDERELLA' | ||
+ | |||
+ | ==== Mustapha Dance ==== | ||
+ | |||
+ | The sheik he drove his cadillac | ||
+ | |||
+ | Shareef | ||
+ | Rockin the casbah | ||
+ | Rock | ||
+ | |||
+ | He thinks it's not kosher | ||
+ | Fundamentally he can't take it | ||
+ | You know he really hates it | ||
+ | Really, really hates it |