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
Spanish Bombs
(Strummer/Jones)
Spanish songs in Andalucia The shooting sites in the days of '39 Oh, please, leave the vendanna open Fredrico Lorca is dead and gone Bullet holes in the cemetery walls The black cars of the Guardia Civil Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica I'm flying in a DC 10 tonight CHORUS Spanish bombs, yo tequierro y finito Yote querda, oh mi corazon Spanish bombs, yo te quierro y finito Yo te querda, oh mi corazon Spanish weeks in my disco casino The freedom fighters died upon the hill They sang the red flag They wore the black one But after they died it was Mockingbird Hill Back home the buses went up in flashes The Irish tomb was drenched in blood Spanish bombs shatter the hotels My senorita's rose was nipped in the bud CHORUS The hillsides ring with "Free the people" Or can I hear the echo from the days of '39? With trenches full of poets The ragged army, fixin' bayonets to fight the other line Spanish bombs rock the province I'm hearing music from another time Spanish bombs on the Costa Brava I'm flying in on a DC 10 tonight Spanish songs in Andalucia, Mandolina, oh mi corazon Spanish songs in Granada, oh mi corazon
Stay Free
(Strummer/Jones)
WE MET WHEN WE WERE IN SCHOOL NEVER TOOK NO SHIT FROM NO ONE, WE WEREN'T FOOLS THE TEACHER SAYS WE'RE DUMB WE'RE ONLY HAVING FUN WE PISS ON EVERYONE IN THE CLASSROOM WHEN WE GOT THROWN OUT I LEFT WITHOUT MUCH FUSS AN' WEEKENDS WE'D GO DANCING DOWN STREATHAM ON THE BUS YOU ALWAYS MADE ME LAUGH GOT ME IN BAD FIGHTS PLAY ME POOL ALL NIGHT SMOKIN' MENTHOL I PRACTISED DAILY IN MY ROOM YOU WERE DOWN THE CROWN PLANNING YOUR NEXT MOVE GO ON A NICKING SPREE HIT THE WRONG GUY EACH OF YOU GET THREE YEARS IN BRIXTON I DID MY VERY BEST TO WRITE HOW WAS BUTLINS? WERE THE SCREWS TOO TIGHT? WHEN YOU LOT GET OUT WERE GONNA HIT THE TOWN WE'LL BURN IT FUCKIN' DOWN TO A CINDER COS YEARS HAVE PASSED AND THINGS HAVE CHANGED AND I MOVE ANYWAY I WANNA GO I'LL NEVER FORGET THE FEELING I GOT WHEN I HEARD THAT YOU'D GOT HOME AN' I'LL NEVER FORGET THE SMILE ON MY FACE 'COS I KNEW WHERE YOU WOULD BE AN' IF YOU'RE IN THE CROWN TONIGHT HAVE A DRINK ON ME BUT GO EASY...STEP LIGHTLY...STAY FREE
Stop the World
(The Clash)
THE PANORAMA OF THE CITY IS WRONG IN FACT THE CITY SEEMS TO BE GONE! BURNING RUBBER AND SMOKE IN MY EYES THERE'S A FLAT BURNING JUNKHEAP 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'S CROOK OF CROOKS THERE'S SOME PANEL IN A CIRCUIT BOARD 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...
Straight to Hell
(The Clash)
If you can play on the fiddle How's about a British jig and reel? Speaking King's English in quotation As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust water froze In the generation Clear as winter ice This is your paradise There ain't no need for ya Go straight to hell boys Y'wanna join in a chorus Of the Amerasian blues? When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City Kiddie say papa papa papa papa-san take me home See me got photo photo Photograph of you Mamma Mamma Mamma-san Of you and Mamma Mamma Mamma-san Lemme tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo kid. It ain't Coca-Cola it's rice. Straight to hell Oh Papa-san Please take me home Oh Papa-san Everybody they wanna go home So Mamma-san says You wanna play mind-crazed banjo On the druggy-drag ragtime U.S.A.? In Parkland International Hah! Junkiedom U.S.A. Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison The volatile Molatov says- PSSST... HEY CHICO WE GOT A MESSAGE FOR YA... VAMOS VAMOS MUCHACHO FROM ALPHABET CITY ALL THE WAY A TO Z, DEAD, HEAD Go straight to hell Can you really cough it up loud and strong The immigrants They wanna sing all night long It could be anywhere Most likely could be any frontier Any hemisphere No man's land and there ain't no asylum here King Solomon he never lived round here Go straight to hell boys
Street Parade, The
(The Clash)
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
This Is England
(Strummer/Rhodes)
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
This is Radio Clash
(Strummer/Jones/Headon/Simonon)
INTERRUPTING ALL PROGRAMMES THIS IS RADIO CLASH FROM PIRATE SATELLITE ORBITING YOUR LIVING ROOM, CASHING IN THE BILL OF RIGHTS CUBAN ARMY SURPLUS OR REFUSING ALL THIRD LIGHTS THIS IS RADIO CLASH ON PIRATE SATELLITE THIS SOUND DOES NOT SUBSCRIBE TO THE INTERNATIONAL PLAN IN THE PSYCHO SHADOW OF THE WHITE RIGHT HAND THEN THAT SEE GHETTOLOGY AS AN URBAN VIET NAM GIVING DEADLY EXHIBITIONS OF MURDER BY NAPALM THIS IS RADIO CLASH TEARING UP THE SEVEN VEILS THIS IS RADIO CLASH PLEASE SAVE US, NOT THE WHALES THIS IS RADIO CLASH UNDERNEATH A MUSHROOM CLOUD THIS IS RADIO CLASH YOU DON'T NEED THAT FUNERAL SHROUD FORCES HAVE BEEN LOOTING MY HUMANITY CURFEWS HAVE BEEN CURBING THE END OF LIBERTY HANDS OF LAW HAVE SORTED THROUGH MY IDENTITY BUT NOW THIS SOUND IS BRAVE AND WANTS TO BE FREE - ANYWAY TO BE FREE THIS IS RADIO CLASH ON PIRATE SATELLITE THIS IS NOT FREE EUROPE NOH AN ARMED FORCE NETWORK THIS IS RADIO CLASH USING AUDIO AMMUNITION THIS IS RADIO CLASH CAN WE GET THAT WORLD TO LISTEN? THIS IS RADIO CLASH USING AURAL AMMUNITION THIS IS RADIO CLASH CAN WE GET THAT WORLD TO LISTEN? THIS IS RADIO CLASH ON PIRATE SATELLITE ORBITING YOUR LIVING ROOM, CASHING IN THE BILL OF RIGHTS THIS IS RADIO CLASH ON PIRATE SATELLITE THIS IS RADIO CLASH EVERYBODY HOLD ON TIGHT A-RIGGY DIGGY DIG DANG DANG GO BACK TO URBAN 'NAM
Three Card Trick
(Strummer/Rhodes)
Patriots of the wasteland torching two hundred years Dragging my spirit back into the dungeon again Bring back crucification cry the moral death's head legion Using steel nails manufactured by the slaves in Asia You wont fall for that law and order is a baton in the rib You wont fall for that just like your mummy & your daddy did Blood inside a fountain pen wrote you out of life again & who knows any better than to kick and scratch under English weather >From a chain gang to the mill. The mill that sits on top of the hill The fog drowned towns arr gonna have to fade The wrong side of the a scissor blade You wont fall for that law and order is a baton in the rib You wont fall for that just like your mummy & your daddy did I'll eat my hat I'm gonna be sick They own the pack while we play the three card trick Dont you remember the place Where we hid the ace? Yeah not thick but slick Now we all gotta play the three card trick
Time is Tight
(Booker T. Jones)
(Instrumental)
Tommy Gun
(Strummer/Jones)
TOMMY GUN YOU AIN'T HAPPY LESS YOU GOT ONE TOMMY GUN AIN'T GONNA SHOOT THE PLACE UP JUST FOR FUN MAYBE HE WANTS TO DIE FOR THE MONEY MAYBE HE WANTS TO KILL FOR HIS COUNTRY WHATEVER HE WANTS, HE'S GONNA GET IT! TOMMY GUN YOU BETTER STRIP IT DOWN FOR A CUSTOM RUN TOMMY GUN WAITING IN THE AIRPORT 'TILL KINGDOM COME AN' WE CAN WATCH YOU MAKE IT ON THE NINE O'CLOCK NEWS STANDING THERE IN PALESTINE LIGHTING THE FUSE WHATEVER YOU WANT, YOU'RE GONNA GET IT TOMMY GUN YOU'LL BE DEAD WHEN YOUR WAR IS WON TOMMY GUN BUT DID YOU HAVE TO GUN DOWN EVERYONE? I CAN SEE IT'S KILL OR BE KILLED A NATION OF DESTINY HAS GOT TO BE FULFILLED WHATEVER YOU WANT, YOU'RE GONNA GET IT! TOMMY GUN YOU CAN BE A HERO IN AN AGE OF NONE TOMMY GUN I'M CUTTING OUT YOUR PICTURE FROM PAGE ONE I'M GONNA GET A JACKET JUST LIKE YOURS AN' GIVE MY FALSE SUPPORT TO YOUR CAUSE WHATEVER YOU WANT, YOU'RE GONNA GET IT! BOATS AN' TANKS AND PLANES, IT'S YOUR GAME KINGS AN' QUEENS AN' GENERALS LEARN YOUR NAME I SEE ALL THE INNOCENTS, THE HUMAN SACRIFICE AND IF DEATH COMES SO CHEAP THEN THE SAME GOES FOR LIFE!
Train in Vain
(Strummer/Jones)
Say you stand by your man Tell me something I don't understand You said you love me and that's a fact Then you left me, said you felt trapped Well some things you can explain away But my heartache's in me till this day CHORUS Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way All the times When we were close I'll remember these things the most I see all my dreams come tumbling down I won't be happy without you around So all alone I keep the wolves at bay There is only one thing that I can say CHORUS You must explain why this must be Did you lie when you spoke to me Did you stand by me No, not at all Now I got a job But it don't pay I need new clothes I need somewhere to stay But without all these things I can do But without your love I won't make it through But you don't understand my point of view I suppose there's nothing I can do CHORUS You must explain why this must be Did you lie when you spoke to me? Did you stand by me Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way
Up In Heaven (Not Only Here)
(The Clash)
The towers of London, these crumbling rocks Reality estates that the hero's got And every hour's maked by the chime of a clock And whatcha gonna do when the darkness surrounds? You can piss in the lifts which have broken down You can watch from the debris the last bedroom light We're invisible here just past midnight The wives hate their husbands and their husbands don't care Their children daub slogans to prove they lived there A giant pipe organ up in the air You can't live in a home which should not have been built By the bourgeoise clerks who bear no guilt When the wind hits this building this building it tilts One day it will surely fall to the ground... Fear is just another commodity here They sell us peeping holes to peek when we hear A bang on the door resoundingly clear Who would really want to move in here? The children play faraway, the corridors are bare This room is a cage its like captivity How can anyone exist in such misery? It has been said not only here "Allianza dollars are spent To raise the towering buildings For the weary bones of the workers To go back in the morning To be strong in the morning"
Version City
(The Clash)
There is a train at Version City Waiting for the rhythm mail If you can jump then jump right now She can pull you through to better days Is that the train that the speak off The one I heard in my younger days All great bluesmen have rode her I'm jumping up gonna ride that train There's a lonely soul out on the crossroads He's waiting there in the pouring rain He's looking for that great ride yeh That'll take him to oh what's her name So I rode that train from Version City For ninety-nine an' one half days Never heard such rhythm sound It was in my soul which was on the train We went straight through Syndrum Inc. Up an' over the Acapella Pass Then Gibson Town and Fenderville All stations to the Mesa Boogie Ranch We saw that soul out on the cross roads Waitin' there in the pouring rain We called hey engine slow your rhythms See he wants to ride the version train We rode that train from Version City For ninety-nine and one half years I never seen such funky country While riding with the engineers Could not fill no application Before I rode this rhythm train Could not work at my station Before I rode the version train There is a train at Version City Waiting for the rhythm mail If you can jump then jump right now She can pull you through to better days
Version Pardner
(The Clash)
Down the road came a Junco Partner For he was loaded as can be He was knocked out, knocked out loaded He was a'wobblin' all over the street Singing 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
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