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The Clash lyrics
Album: London Calling [1979]
| London Calling | |
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London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard,you boys and girls
London calling, now don't look at us
phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain't got no swing
'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing
CHORUS
The ice age is coming, the suns zooming in
Engines stop running and week days grow thin
A nuclear error, but I have no fear cause
London is drowning-and I, I live by the river
London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, you can go it alone
London calling on 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
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?
London callin, London callin, I never felt
so much tonight
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| Brand New Cadillac | |
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Clash - Brand New Cadillac
Driiiiiiiive!!!
Driiiiiiiive!!!
My baby drove up in a brand new Cadillac
Yes she did!
My baby drove up in a brand new Cadillac
She said, "Hey, come here, Daddy!"
"I ain't never comin' back!"
Baby, baby, won't you hear my plea?
C'mon, sugar, just come on back to me
She said, "Balls to you, Big Daddy."
She ain't never coming back!
Baby, baby, won't you hear my plea?
Oh c'mon, just hear my plea
She said, "Balls to you, Daddy."
She ain't coming back to me
Baby, baby drove up in a Cadillac
I said, "Jesus Christ! Where'd you get that cadillac?"
She said, "Balls to you, Daddy."
She ain't never coming back!
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| Jimmy Jazz | |
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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 come looking for Jimmy Jazz
So if you're gonna take a message 'cross this town
Maybe put it down somewhere over the other side
See it gets to Jimmy Jazz
Don't you bother me, not anymore
I can't take this tale, oh, no more
It's all around, Jimmy Jazz
J-a-zee zee J-a-zed zed
J-a-zed zed Jimmy Jazz
And then it sucks, he said, suck that!
So go look all around, you can try your luck, brother
And see what you found
But I guarantee that it ain't your day
Chop! Chop!
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| Hateful | |
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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
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| Rudie Can't Fail | |
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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 booze for breakfast
Rudy 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
Rudy can't fail
I went to the market
To realize my soul
Cause what I need
I just don’t have it
First they curse
Then they press me ‘til I hurt
We say Rudy 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 savior
Oh Rudy can't fail
We reply
Now we get a rude and a reckless
We been seen lookin' cool an' a speckless
We been drinking booze for breakfast
So Rudy 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 Rudy can't fail
Look out, look out
Sky juice
10 cents a bottle!
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| Spanish Bombs | |
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in Andalusia
The shooting sites in the days of '39
Oh, please leave the vendetta open
Federico Lorca is dead and gone
Bullet Holes in the cemetary walls
The black cars of the Guardia Civil
Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica
I'm flying in on a DC-10 tonight
Chorus:
Spanish bombs yo te quirro y finito
Yo te querda Oh ma corazon
Spanish bombs yo te quirro y finito
Yo te quirro oh ma corazon
Spanish weeks in my disco casino
The freedom fighters died up on the hill
They sang the red flag, they wore th 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 hotel
My senorita's nose was nipped in the bud
Chorus
The hillsides ring with,"Free the people"
Or can I hear the echoes from the days of '39?
With trenches full of poets, the ragged armies
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
Chorus
Ending
Spanish songs in Andalusia, Mandalina
Oh my corazon
Spanish songs in Granada
Oh my corazon
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| The Right Profile | |
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GO TO MY BANDS WEBSITE: www.standingdown.tk
THE SONG: The Right Profile by THE CLASH from the album LONDON CALLING
Say, where did I see this guy?
In Red River?
Or a place in the sun?
Maybe the Misfits?
Or from here to eternity?....
(chorus)
Everbody say 'Is he all right?'
Everbody say 'What's he like?'
Everbody say 'He sure look funny!'
'Thats.......Montgomery Clift, honey!'
New York, New York, 42nd street,
Hustlers rustle and pimps pimp the beat,
Monty Clift is recognized at dawn,
He aint got no shoes and his clothes are torn.
(chorus)
Everbody say 'Is he all right?'
Everbody say 'What's he like?'
Everbody say 'He sure look funny!'
'Thats.......Montgomery Clift, honey!'
I see a car smashed at night,
Cut the applause and dim the light,
Monty's face is broken on a wheel,
Is he alive? can he still feel?
(chorus)
Everbody say 'Is he alright?'
Everdoby say 'Shine the light'
Everbody say 'It's not funny'
'Thats......Montgomery Clift, honey!'
(guitar solo)
shooters right profile
(chorus)
Everbody say 'Is he all right?'
Everbody say 'What's he like?'
Everbody say 'He sure look funny!'
'Thats.......Montgomery Clift, honey!'
Nembutol
numbs it all
But I prefer
alcohol!
(sax solo)
(chorus)
Everbody say 'What's he like?'
Everbody say 'Is he all right?'
Everbody say 'He sure look funny!'
'Thats.......Montgomery Clift, honey!'
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 aint got the chills
ARRRGHHHGORRA BUH BHVH DO ARRRRGGGGHHHHNNNN!!!!.....
(chorus)
Everbody say 'What's he like?'
Everbody say 'Is he all right?'
Everbody say 'He sure look funny!'
'Thats.......Montgomery Clift, honey!'
tabbed by: BEN DYER go to my bands website: WWW.STANDINGDOWN.TK
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| Lost in the Supermarket | |
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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 tuned in, I see all the programs
I save coupons from packets of tea
I've got my giant hit discothèque 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
And it's not hear
It disappear
I'm all lost…
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| The Guns of Brixton | |
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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 In Death Row
You Can Crush Us
You Can Bruise Us
But You'll Have To Anwser To
Oh, 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 Survival
At The End Of The Harder They Come
You Know It Means No Mercy
They Caugth Him With A Gun
No Need For The Black Maria
Goodbye To The Brxton Sun
You Can Crush Us
You Can Bruise Us
But You'll Have To Anwser To
Oh, 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
Or Even Shot Us
Oh, Guns Of Brixton
Shot Down On The Pavement
Or Waiting In Death Row
His Game Is Called Survival
At The End Of The Harder They Come
You Can Crush Us
You Can Bruise Us
But You'll Have To Anwser To
Oh, Guns Of Brixton
Oh, Guns Of Brixton
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| Death or Glory | |
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hey
Now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the
world
And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl
Love 'n' hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands
hands that slap his kids around 'cause they don't understand how
death or glory becomes just another story
death or glory becomes just another story
'N' every gimmick hungry yob digging gold from rock 'n' roll
Grabs the mike to tell us he'll die before he's sold
But i believe in this-and it's been tested by research
he who fucks nuns will later join the church
death or glory becomes just another story
death or glory becomes just another story
woo ah ah ah ah oo
woo ah ah ah ah oo
woo ah ah ah ah oo
fear in the down sex
they say lie low
you say ok
don’t wanna play a show
no other thinking
would you get that boy now
playing the blues of kings
sure looks better now
death or glory just another story
death or glory just another story
From every dingy basement on every dingy street
every dragging handclap over every dragging beat
That's just the beat of time-the beat that must go on
If you’ve been trying for years we already heard your song
death or glory becomes just another story
death or glory just another story
gotta march long way
fight a long time
get to travel over mountains
got to travel over seas
we gonna fight your brother
we gonna fight til you loose
we gonna raise trouble
we gonna raise hell
we gonna fight your brother
raise hell
death or glory becomes just another story
death or glory becomes just another story
death or glory just another story
death or glory becomes just another story
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| Lover's Rock | |
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Yeh, you must treat your lover girl right
If you wanna make lover's rock
You must know a place you can kiss to make lovers rock
'Cause everybody knows it's a crying shame
But nobody knows the poor babie's name
When she forgot that thing that she had to swallow
You Western man, you're free with your seed
When you make lovers rock
But woops! there goes the strength that you need
To make real cool lovers rock
'Cause a genuine lover takes off his clothes
And he can make a lover in a thousand go's
An' she don't need that thing that she had to swallow
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| Four Horsemen | |
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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 all the foods of vanity
And all the instant promises of immortality
But they bit the dust screamin' insanity!
Four horsemen
One was over the edge, one was over the cliff
One was lickin' ‘em dry with a bloody great spliff
When they picked up the hiker he didn't want the lift
From the horsemen
But you
You're not searching, are you now?
You're not looking anyhow
You're never gonna ride that lonely mile
Or put yourself up on trial
Oh, you told me how your life was so bad
An' I agree that it does seem sad
But that's the price that you gotta pay
If you're lazing all around all day
Four horsemen coming right through
Four horsemen and they're pissing by you
They make you look like you're wearing a truss
Four horsemen and it's gonna be us
Well they gave use verything 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 screws at the back of the tongue
But we still told nothing 'bout what was to come
Four horsemen
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| I'm Not Down | |
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first off go to my my bands website: www.standingdown.tk
okay heres the lyrics:
It's true a rich man leads a sad life
that's what they say-from day to day,
then what do all the poor do with their lives?
have nothing to say-on judgement day?
(Chorus)
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, im not down.
On my own i faced a gang of jeering
-in strange streets
When my nerves where pumping and I
Fought my fear in-I did not run,
I was not done.
(Chorus)- repeat
And I have lived that kind of day
When none 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 know there'll be some way
When i can swing everything back my way
Like skyscrapers rising up
Floor by floor-I'm not giving up.
So you rock around and think that you're the toughest
In the world. The whole wide world.
But you're streets away from where it gets the roughest
You aint been there
(Chorus) - repeat
I'm Not Down.....
tabbed by ben dyer. go to my bands website: www.standingdown.tk
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| Revolution Rock | |
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it is a brand new rock
A bad, bad rock this here revolution rock
Careful how you move Mac, you dig me in the back
an' I'm so pilled up that I rattle
I have got the sharpest knife, so I cut the
Biggest slice
But I have no time to do battle
Everybody smash up your seats and rock to this
brand new beat!
This here music mash up the nation
This here music cause a sensation!
Tell your ma, tell your pa everything's gonna
be allright
can't you feel it? Don't ignore it
gonna be arl-righht
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 you beer in me hat
with my good eye on the beat, living on
fixation street
and I ain't got no time for that.
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