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The Clash Album: London Calling {1979} |
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 to us Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust London calling, see we ain't got no swing Accept for the ring of the truncheon thing The ice age is coming, the sun zooming in Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin Engines stop running but I have no fear Cos London is drowning and I live by the river London calling to the imitation zone Forget it brother you can go it alone London calling to the zombies of death Quit holding out and draw another breath London calling and I don't wanna shout But while we were talking I saw you nodding out London calling, see we ain't got no highs Except for that one with the yellowy eyes The ice age is coming, the sun zooming in Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin A nuclear error, but I have no fear Cos London is drowning and I live by the river The ice age is coming, the sun zooming in Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin A nuclear error, but I have no fear Cos London is drowning and I, I live by the river Now get this London calling, yes, I was there, too And you know what they said - well, some of it was true London calling at the top of the dial And after all this, won't you give me a smile London calling I never felt so much a likeBack to Song List
Drive, drive 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 Yeah, come on sugar just come on back to me She said, "Balls to ya, Big Daddy." Baby, baby won't you hear my plea Oh, come on, 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 did ya get that cadillac?" She said, "Balls to you, Daddy." She ain't never coming back She ain't, she ain't coming back She ain't never coming back She ain't never coming back She ain't never coming backBack to Song List
Police walked in for Jimmy Jazz I said, "He ain't here, but he sure went past." Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Jazz Yeah, they say, "Sattamassagana for Jimmy Dread Cut off his ears and chop off his head." Police came looking for Jimmy Jazz, Jazz, Jazz, Jazz So if you're gonna take a message across the town Maybe put it down somewhere over the other side See it gets to Jimmy Jazz, Jazz Sad tale to tell Police came in, they said now, "Where's Jimmy Jazz?" I said, "He was here, but, uh, he said he went out." He's here lookin' for Jimmy Jazz, Jazz, Jazz, Jazz Sattamassagana for Jimmy Dread Cut off his ears and they'll chop off his head Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Jazz, Jazz, Jazz, Jazz What a relief I feel like a soldier, look like a thief Police came looking for the Jimmy Jazz He came here, then he went out There's no use lookin' here for the Jimmy Jazz, Jimmy Jazz In fact don't you bother me, not anymore I can't take this tale, oh, no more It's all around, Jimmy Jazz, 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, your day It ain't your day Chop, chopBack to Song List
Well, I got a friend who's a man Who's a man - what man The man who keeps me from the lonely, the only He gives me what I need What you need - what you got I need it all so badly 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 get out again Again - my friend I gotta see the mainman Yeah, 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, yeah Oh, anything I want he gives it to me Anything I want he gives it, but not for free It's hateful Yep, and it's paid for and I'm so grateful to be nowhere I killed all my nerves My nerves - what swerves I can't drive so steady and already 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 Anything I wantBack to Song List
Sing, Michael, sing On the route of the 19 Bus We 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, no, no We reply I know that my life make you nervous But I tell you I can't live in service Like a doctor who is born for a purpose Rudie can't fail, okay I went to the market to realize my soul What I need I just don't have, oh no First they curse then they press me till I hurt We say Rudie can't fail First you must cure your temper Then find a job in a paper And ya need someone for a saviour Rudie can't fail We reply Now we get a rude and a reckless Been seen looking cool and speckless We been drinking brew for breakfast Rudie can't fail, oh no I went to the market to realize my soul Is what I need I just don't have, have First they curse then they press me till I hurt Rudie can't fail Okay, so where you wanna go today Hey, boss man So you think you're pretty smart With your chicken skin suit You think you're pretty hot In your pork pie hat Sky juice, 10 cents a bottle Look out, look out Rudie can't fail, Rudie can't fail, Rudie can't fail Rudie can't fail, Rudie can't fail, Rudie can't fail Rudie can't fail, Rudie can't fail, Rudie can't fail Rudie can't fail, Rudie can't fail, Rudie can't failBack to Song List
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 on a DC 10 tonight Spanish bombs, yo tequierro y finito Yo te querda, oh ma corazon Spanish bombs, yo te quierro y finito Yo te querda, oh ma corazon Spanish weeks in my disco casino The freedom fighters died upon the hill They sang the red flag They wore the black one 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 Spanish bombs, yo tequierro y finito Yo te querda, oh ma corazon Spanish bombs, yo te quierro y finito Yo te querda, oh ma 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 Costa Brava I'm flying in on a DC 10 tonight Spanish bombs, yo tequierro y finito Yo te querda, oh ma corazon Spanish bombs, yo te quierro y finito Yo te querda, oh ma corazon Oh ma corazon, oh ma corazon Spanish songs in Andalucia, Mandolina, oh ma corazon Spanish songs in Granada, oh ma corazon Oh ma corazon, oh ma corazon Oh ma corazonBack to Song List
Say, where did I see this guy In Red River or A Place In The Sun Maybe The Misfits or From Here To Eternity Everybody say, "Is he all right?" And everybody say, "What's he like?" And everybody say, "He sure look funny." That's Montgomery Clift, honey 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 And everybody say, "Is he all right?" And everybody say, "What's he like?" And everybody say, "He sure look funny." That's, that's 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 And everybody say, "Is he all right?" And everybody say, "Shine the light." And everybody say, "It's not funny." That's Montgomery Clift, honey Shoot his right profile And everybody say, "Is he all right?" Everybody say, "What's he like?" Everybody say, "He sure look funny." That's Montgomery Clift, honey Nembutol numbs it all But I prefer alcohol And everybody say, "What's he like?" And everybody say, "Is he all right?" Everybody say, "He sure look funny." That's 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 shaking, but I ain't got the chills." And everybody say, "What's he like?" Everybody say, "Is he all right?" Everybody say, "He sure looks funny." I was right, Montgomery Clift, honeyBack to Song List
I'm all lost in the supermarket I can no longer shop happily I came in here for the special offer 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 here for a special offer A guaranteed personality I'm all tuned in, I see all the programs I save coupons from packets of tea I've got my giant hit discoteque album I empty a bottle, 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 here for the special offer A guaranteed personality And it's not hear It disappear I'm all lost in the supermarket I can no longer shop happily I came in here for the special offer Guaranteed personality I'm all lost in the supermarket I can no longer shop happily I came in here for a special offer Guaranteed personality I'm all lost, I'm all lost, I'm all lost I'm all lost, I'm all lost, I'm all lost I'm all lost in the supermarket I can no longer shop happily I came in here for a special offer Guaranteed personality All lost, I'm all lost, I'm all lost I'm all lost in the supermarket I can no longer shop happily I came in here for a special offer Guaranteed personalityBack to Song List
One, two, three What are we gonna do now Taking off his turban, they said, "Is this man a Jew?" Cos working for the clampdown They put up a poster saying we earn more than you When 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 cos government's to fall How can you refuse it Let fury have the hour, anger can be power Do you know that you can use it The voices in your head are calling Stop wasting your time, there's nothing coming Only a fool would think someone could save you The men at the factory are old and cunning You don't owe nothing, boy get runnin' It's the best years of your life they want to steal But you grow up and you calm down And you're working for the clampdown You start wearing blue and brown And working for the clampdown So you got someone to boss around It makes you feel big now You drift until you brutalize You make your first kill now In these days of evil presidents Working for the clampdown But lately one or two has fully paid their due For working for the clampdown Ha, gitalong, gitalong - working for the clampdown Ha, gitalong, gitalong - working for the clampdown Yeah, I'm working hard in Harrisburg Working hard in Petersburg Working for the clampdown Working for the clampdown Ha, gitalong, gitalong Begging to be melted down Gitalong, work, work, work And I've give away no secrets, work Work, more work, more work Who's barmy nowBack to Song List
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 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 But you'll have to answer to 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 And even shoot us But oh, the guns of Brixton Shot down on the pavement waiting in death row His game was 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 Oh, the guns of Brixton Oh, the guns of Brixton Oh, the guns of BrixtonBack to Song List
Stagger Lee met Billy and they go down to gambling Stagger Lee throwed seven Billy said that he throwed eight Billy said, "Hey Stagger, I'm gonna make my big attack I'm gonna have to leave my knife in your back." Start all over again Why do you try to cheat And trample people under your feet Don't you know it is wrong To cheat the trying man Don't you know it is wrong To cheat the trying man 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 To cheat the trying man Don't you know it is wrong To cheat the trying man You better stop, it is the wrong 'em boyo 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 Don't you know it is wrong To cheat the Stagger man You'd better stop, it is the wrong 'em boyo You must start all over again, all over again Don't you know it is wrong Play it, Billy, play Don't you know it is wrong You 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 To cheat the trying man Don't you know it is wrong To cheat the trying man You better stop, it is the wrong 'em boyo It is the wrong 'em boyo It is the wrong 'em boyo It is the wrong 'em boyo It is the wrong 'em boyo Wrong 'em boyoBack to Song List
Now every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world Ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl Love and hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands Hands that slap his kids around cos they don't understand How death or glory becomes just another story Death or glory becomes just another story And 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 Fear on the down side, they said, "Hello." And you say, "Okay, I wanna play a show." And all your thinkin' was death or glory now Playin' the blues is pain, surely better now Death or glory - just another story Death or glory - just another story In 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 been trying for years we already heard your song Death or glory becomes just another story Death or glory - just another story Gonna march a long way, fight a long time Got to travel over mountains, got to travel over seas We gonna fight your brother, we gonna fight till you lose 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 storyBack to Song List
Elevator going up In the gleaming corridor 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 party girl Coke 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 don't need a launderette, you can take it to the vet I get my advice from the advertising world "Treat me nice," says the party girl Coke adds life where there isn't any So freeze, man, freeze Coka Cola advertising and cocaine Strolling down the Broadway in the rain Neon light sign says it I read it in the paper - they're crazy Yes, suit your life, maybe so In the White House, I know All over Berlin - they've been doing it for years And in Manhattan Coming through the door is a snub nose 44 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 give me none of this." Coke adds life, advertising world "Treat me nice," says the party girl Coke adds life where there isn't any So freeze, man, freeze Hit the deckBack to Song List
There's a solitary man crying, "Hold me." It's only because he's a-lonely And 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 dens and the barroom gin In the Belmont chair playing violin The gambler's face cracks into a grin As he lays down the king of spades But the dealer just stares There's something wrong here he thinks 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 There's a solitary man crying, "Hold me." It's only because he's a-lonely And if the keeper of time runs slowly He won't be alive for longBack to Song List
You must treat your lover girl right If you wanna make lover's rock You must know a place you can kiss To make lover's rock Everybody knows it's a crying shame But nobody knows the poor baby's name When she forgot that thing that she had, oh, to swallow You Western man, you're free with your seed When you make lover's rock But woops, there goes the strength that you need To make real cool lover's rock A genuine lover takes off his clothes And he can make a lover in a thousand go's And she don't need that thing that she had, oh, to swallow Know what I mean, oh Yeah, you must treat your lover girl right To make lover's rock You must know a place you can kiss To make lover's rock Everybody knows it's a crying shame But nobody knows the poor baby's name When she forgot that thing that she had, oh, to swallow Yeah, you can throw away all your He-Man theories Once you lost that grubby feeling, yeah Ridiculous, isn't it But that's why they call it So, follow me down They call it lover's rock They call it lover's rock Call it lover's rockBack to Song List
Well they were given the grapes that go ripe in the sun That loosen the screws at the back of the tongue They told no one, but 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 Anf 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 and they're coming right through Four horsemen and they're pissing by you They make you look like you're wearing a truss Four hosemen and it's gonna be us Well they gave us everything 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 horsemenBack to Song List
If 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 On judgment day with nothin' to say I've been beat up, I've been thrown out But I'm not down, well I'm not down I've been shown up but I've grown up And I'm not down, no, I'm not down On my own I faced a gang of jeering in strange streets When my nerves were pumping and I fought my fear in I did not run, I was not done I've been beat up, I've been thrown out But I'm not down, no, I'm not down I've been shown up but I've grown up And I'm not down, no, I'm not down Cos 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 now there'll be some way When I can swing everything back my way Like skyscrapers rising up Floor by floor, not giving up So you rock around and think that you're the toughest In the world, the whole wide world But you're streets away from where it gets the roughest You ain't been there I've been beat up, I've been thrown out But I'm not down, no, I'm not down I've been shown up but I've grown up And I'm not down, no, I'm not down I'm not down, no, I'm not down No, I'm not down, no, I'm not down I'm not down, no, I'm not down No, I'm not down, I'm not downBack to Song List
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 And I'm so pilled up that I rattle I have got the sharpeest knife so I cut the biggest slice I got no time to do battle Hey, 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 gonna be all right Can't you feel it - don't ignore it Gonna be all 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 You poured your beer in me hat Keep my good eye on the beat, living on fixation street I ain't got no time for that Hey, 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 mama, tell your pa everything gonna be all right Can't you feel it - don't ignore it Gonna be all right Revolution rock Yes, oh, get that cheese grater going against the grain Wearin' you down Everybody, everybody smash up your seats and rock to this brand new beat This here music mash up nations, this here music cause a sensation Tell your mama, tell your father everything gonna be all right Can't you feel it - don't ignore it Gonna be all right Revolution rock To the coolest mobsters in Keytown With the hardest thighs and the coolest tones If you're hearts are made of rock Let the blood run round the clock Are you listenin' mobsters Hey, all people crawl, gotta die Watch all those who go rollin' by It's food for thought mobsters Young people shoot their days away I've seen talent thrown away All you loan sharks You're all gonna pay and their dancin' to the brand new beat This here music mash up nations, this here music cause a sensation Tell your mama-mama, tell your papa-papa everything gonna be all right Can't you feel it - don't ignore it Everything's gonna be all right I said revolution rock Let that old cheese grater, runnin' it out This must be the way out Playing request now in the bandstand Just ask for more, make fifteen dollars a day Weddings, parties, anything And bongo-jazz especialityBack to Song List
You say you stand by your man Tell me something I don't understand You said you love me and that's a fact And then you left me, said you felt trapped Well some things you can explain away But my heartache's with me till this day You didn't stand by me - no, not at all You didn't stand by me - no way All the times when we were close I'll remember these things the most I see all my dreams come tumbling down I can't be happy without you around So all alone I keep the wolves at bay And there's only one thing that I can say You didn't stand by me - no, not at all You didn't 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 of these things I can do But without your love I won't make it through But you don't understand my point of view I suppose there's nothing I can do You didn't stand by me - no, not at all You didn't stand by me - no way You didn't stand by me - no, not at all You didn't 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 wayBack to Song List