1. Janie Jones (Demo)
2. Career Opportunities (Demo)
3. White Riot
4. 1977
5. I'm So Bored With The U.S.A.
6. Hate And War
7. What's My Name
8. Deny
9. London's Burning
10. Protex Blue
11. Police And Thieves (Junior Murvin
& Lee Perry cover song)
12. 48 Hours
13. Cheat
14. Garageland
15. Capital Radio One
16. Complete Control
17. Clash City Rockers
18. City Of The Dead
19. Jail Guitar Doors
20. The Prisoner
21. White Man In Hammersmith Palais
22. Pressure Drop
23. 1-2 Crush On You
24. English Civil War (Live) (Traditional)
25. I Fought The Law (Live) (Sonny Curtis
cover song)
1. Safe European Home
2. Tommy Gun
3. Julie's In The Drug Squad
4. Stay Free
5. One Emotion
6. Groovy Times
7. Gates Of The West
8. Armagideon Time (W. Williams/J. Mitoo)
9. London Calling
10. Brand New Cadillac (Vince Taylor cover
song)
11. Rudie Can't Fail
12. The Guns Of Brixton
13. Spanish Bombs
14. Lost In The Supermarket
15. The Right Profile
16. The Card Cheat
17. Death Or Glory
18. Clampdown
19. Train In Vain
20. Bankrobber
1. Police On My Back (Eddy Grant cover
song)
2. The Magnificent Seven
3. The Leader
4. The Call Up
5. Somebody Got Murdered
6. Washington Bullets
7. Broadway
8. Lightning Strikes (Not Once But Twice)
(Live)
9. Every Little Bit Hurts
10. Stop The World
11. Midnight To Stevens
12. This Is Radio Clash
13. Cool Confusion
14. Red Angel Dragnet
15. Ghetto Defendant (Allen Ginsberg cover
song)
16. Rock The Casbah
17. Should I Stay Or Should I Go
18. Straight To Hell
19. The Street Parade
Janie Jones (Demo)
he's in love with rock 'n roll woaahh he's in love
with gettin' stoned woaahh he's in love with janie jones but he don't like
his boring job, no... and he knows what he's got to do so he knows he's
gonna have fun with you you lucky lady! and he knows when the evening
comes when his job is done he'll be over in his car for you and 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! and the invoice it don't quite fit, there's
no payola in his alphabetical file 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.
Career Opportunities (Demo)
they 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, the ones
that never knock. i hate the army and 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're gonna have to introduce conscription.
they're gonna have to take away my prescription if they wanna get me making
toys. if they wanna get me, well, i got no choice. careers.
careers. careers. ain't never gonna knock.
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. and everybody's doing just what they're
told to. and nobody wants to go to jail! all the power's in
the hands of people rich enough to buy it. while we walk the street
too chicken to even try it. everybody's doing just what they're told
to. nobody wants to go to jail! are you taking over or are
you taking orders? are you going backwards or are you going forwards?
1977
in 1977. i hope i go to heaven. cause
i been too long on the dole. and i can't work at all. danger
stranger. you better pain 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 pain 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 cause 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.
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 and 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 t.v. cause 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 U.S.A.
Hate And War
hate and war... the only things we got today and
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 and 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 and 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 and if
i get aggression i give it to them two time back every day it's just the
same with hate and war on my back hate and war... i hate all the English
hate and war... they're just as bad as wops 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 and i tried it all i'm crawling up the
wall! what's my name name... name... name... i tried to join
a ping-pong club, sign on the door said all full up! i got nicked,
fighting in the road and the judge didn't even know what's my name dad
go pissed so i got clocked couldn't hear the tannoy so he lost the lot
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
and 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. and 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 and 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 from... 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.
London's Burning
london's burning! london's burning!
all across the town, all across the night everybody's driving with full
headlights black or white turn it on, face the new religion everybody's
sitting round watching television! london's burning with boredom
now london's burning dial 99999 i'm up and down the westway, in and 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's burning with boredom now london's burning dial 99999
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's
burning with boredom now... london's burning dial 99999.
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 (Junior Murvin & Lee Perry
cover song)
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 police, police, police and thieves oh yeah 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 police, police, police and thieves oh yeah 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. 48 hours needs 48.
48 hours needs 48 thrills. 48 thrills. so tell me and 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.
everytime i miss it cause i ain't got a ticket. 48 hours needs 48
thrills. kicking for kicks.
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 being 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, and friday night's
a ruin. if you wanna survive you better learn how to lie. don't
use the rules. they're not for you, they're for the fools.
and you're a fool if you don't know that. so use the rule you stupid
fool.
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' slummin'
friends have all got new boots and 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're so clever, they think
they're so right but the truth is only known by guttersnipes there's twenty-two
singers! but one microphone back in the garage there's five guitar
players! but one guitar back in the garage complaints! complaints!
wot an old bag back in the garage all night.
Capital Radio One
yes, it's time for the dr. goebbels show!
there's a tower in the heart of london. with a radio station right
at the top. they don't make the city beat. they're making all
the action stop. a long time ago there were pirates. beaming
waves from the sea. but now all the stations are silenced cause they
ain't got a government license. 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.
Complete Control
they said release 'remote control' 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's really smart ooh ooh ooh complete
control, that's a laugh on the last tour my mates couldn't get in 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 and 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're dirty, they're
filthy 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!
Clash City Rockers
and 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. and 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. and 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' around, but you got drunk and fallen
down. and i wished i could be like you. with the soho river
drinking me down. in the city of the dead. fall in love and
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 and 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.
Jail Guitar Doors
let me tell you about 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's son clang clang,
go the jail guitar doors and i'll tell you about pete, didn't want no fame
gave all his money away "well there's something wrong, it'll be good for
you, son" and so they certified him insane and then there's keith, waiting
for trial 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.
The Prisoner
the prisoner meets the muppet hi-fi. north
of watford junction. we get in but we don't have fun. and 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-dillusion. your mother does the washing up.
your old man digs the garden. you're only free to dodge the cops
and bunk the train to stardom.
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 U.K. pop reggae with backing bands sound systems and if they've got
anything to say there's many black ears here to listen 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 cause it won't get you anywhere fooling with your guns the british
army is waiting out there and 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 U.K. they won't
notice anyway they're all too busy fighting 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' for fun i'm only looking for fun.
Pressure Drop (Frederick Toots' Hibbert)
It is you, oh yeah It is you, oh yeah I said a
pressure drop Oh pressure, oh yeah Pressure's gonna drop on you I said
pressure drop Oh pressure, oh yeah Pressure's gonna drop on you I said
when it drops Oh you gonna feel it Oh that you were doin' it wrong, wrong,
wrong Now when it drops Oh you gonna feel it That you were doin' it wrong
and how I said when it drops You gonna feel it That you've been doin' it
wrong Now when it drops, drop You gonna feel it That you've been doin'
wrong Now when it drops, drop Feel it You make the wrong move Now when
it drops, drop You gonna feel it That you've been it doin' wrong I said,
pressure drop Oh pressure, oh yeah Pressure's gonna drop on you Pressure
drop Oh pressure, oh yeah Pressure's gonna drop on you Now when it drops
on your dirty little head Where you gonna go? It's you, you, you
When it drop on, oh you're gonna feel it What you're doing is wrong, wrong,
wrong Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure... I said a pressure drop.
1-2 Crush On You
standing in a queue of a school canteen.
guys on the corner they were laughin' at me. 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 come
clean, i gotta come clean. oh, 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. cause lives so far away. but his italian
chauffeur shows up every day. but i'll get you in the corner, i'll
get you all alone. i gotta come 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 you?
English Civil War (Live) (Traditional)
when johnny comes marching home again. he's
coming by bus or underground. a woman's eye will shed a tear.
to see his face so beaten in fear. and 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? and 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 and 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.
I Fought The Law (Live) (Sonny Curtis cover song)
breakin' rocks in the hot sun i fought the law
and the law won i needed money cause i had none i fought the law and the
law won i left my baby and it feels so bad guess my race is run she's the
best girl that i ever had i fought the law and the law won i fought the
law and the robbin' people with a six-gun i fought the law and the law
won i lost my girl and i lost my fun i fought the law and the law won i
left my baby and it feels so bad guess my race is run she's the best girl
that i ever had i fought the law and the law won i fought the law and the
i fought the law and the law won i fought the law and the...
Safe European Home
well, i just got back and 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. and sitting here in my safe european home. i don't
wanna go back there again. wasn't i lucky and wouldn't it be loverly?
send us all cards, and 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, and they got the palm trees.
they got the weed, and they got the taxis. whoa, the harder they
come, and the home of ol' bluebeat. yes i'd stay and be a tourist
but i can't take the gunplay.
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. waiting in
the airport till kingdom come. and 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. and give my false support to
your cause. whatever you want, you're gonna get it! boats and
tanks and planes, it's your game. kings and queens and 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's In The Drug Squad
it's lucy in the sky and all kinds of apple pie.
she giggles at the screen cause it looks so green. there's carpets
on the pavements and feathers in her eye. but sooner or later, her
new friends will realize that julie's been working for the drug squad.
well it seemed like a dream, too good to be true. stash in the bank
while the tablets grow high in their millions, and everybody's high (hi,
man...). but there's someone looking down from the mountainside.
cause julie's been working for the drug squad. 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. and 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. cause julie was working
for 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's been working for
the drug squad. gumbo!
Stay Free
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. and 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 practiced 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, we're gonna hit the town. we'll burn it fuckin' down to a cinder.
cause 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. and i'll never forget the smile on my face, cause
i knew where you would be. and if you're in the crowd tonight, have
a drink on me. but go easy... step lightly... stay free.
One Emotion
One emotion It's all over the place You let it
get out The crack in your face One emotion Crack of a shot Everybody wants
what the next guy's got One emotion One emotion All you ever know Is your
narrow life One emotion One emotion Don't think I don't trust People trample
people on the daily bus One emotion Fighting through the night And it can
keep your curtains closed When it gets light One emotion One emotion All
you ever know Is your narrow life One emotion One emotion Moving through
the town Banging on the doors And closing them down One emotion Boy meets
girl Smash and grab It's that kind of world One emotion One emotion All
you ever know Is your narrow life One emotion One emotion Moving out loud
Better get your weapon ready Walking through the crowd One emotion Crack
of a shot Everybody wants what the next guy's got One emotion One emotion
All you ever know Is your narrow life One emotion One emotion Emotion.
Groovy Times
the high street shops are boarded up. and
the terrace, it is fenced in. see through shields are walled across
the way that you came in, but there's no need to get excited. as
the lorries bring the bacon in. cause 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's pretty
grim. 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 t.v. 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' sleeping losers as they turn in for the night I'm looking back
for home and I can see the lights I should be jumpin' shoutin' that I made
it all this way 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 and
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 and remnants of all the glory years Are
clustered around the bar again for another round of beers Little Richard's
in the kitchen playing spoons and plates He's telling the waitress he's
great Ah say i know somewhere back n' forth in time Out on the dustbowls,
deep in the roulette mine Or in a ghetto cellar only yesterday There's
a move into the future for the USA 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.
Armagideon Time (W. Williams/J. Mitoo)
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.
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 Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust London calling, see we ain't
got no swing except for the ring of that truncheon thing The ice age is
coming, the sun is zooming in Meltdown expected the wheat is growing thin
Engines stop running but I have no fear cause 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 is zooming in Engines stop running the wheat is growing thin A
nuclear error but I have no fear cause London is drowning and 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? I
never felt so much alike...
Brand New Cadillac (Vince Taylor cover song)
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? 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!
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 realize my soul. cause what i
need i just don't have. first they curse, then they press me till
i hurt. we say rudie can't fail We hear them sayin' Now first you
must cure your temper Then you find a job in the paper You need someone
for a saviour Oh, Rudie can't fail We reply Now we get a rude and a reckless
We been seen lookin' cool and a speckless We been drinking brew for breakfast
So Rudie can't fail Okay! So where you wanna go today? Hey
boss man! You're looking pretty smart In your chicken skin suit You
think you're pretty hot In your pork pie hat But... Rudie can't fail Look
out, look out... Sky juice!...10 cents a bottle!
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
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.
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 te quiero y finito Yo te querda, oh mi corazón Spanish
bombs, yo te quiero y finito Yo te querda, oh mi corazón 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 señorita's rose was
nipped in the bud Spanish bombs, yo te quiero y finito Yo te querda, oh
mi corazón Spanish bombs, yo te quiero y finito Yo te querda, oh
mi corazón 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 corazón Spanish songs in Granada, oh mi corazón.
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 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 And it's not hear It disappear I'm all lost.
The 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, "What's he like?"
Everybody say, "He sure look funny" That's... Montgomery Clift, honey!
New York, New York, New York, 42nd Street Hustlers rustle and pimps pimp
the beat Monty Clift is recognized at dawn He ain't got no shoes and his
clothes are torn I see a car smashed at night Cut the applause and dim
the light Monty's face is broken on a wheel Is he alive? Can he still
feel? Nembutol numbs it all But I prefer alcohol He said go out and
get me my old movie stills Go out and get me another roll of pills There
I go again shaking, but I ain't got the chills arghgora buh bhuh do arghn!
The Card Cheat
There's a solitary man crying, "Hold me" It's only
because he's lonely If the keeper of time runs slowly He won't be alive
for long! If he only had time to tell of all of the things he planned
With a card up his sleeve, what would he achieve? It means nothing!
To the opium den and the barroom gin In the Belmont chair playing violins
The gambler's face cracks into a grin As he lays down the king of spades
But the dealer just stares There's something wrong here, he thinks The
gambler is seized and forced to his knees And shot dead He only wanted
more time Away from the darkest door But his luck it gave in As the dawn
light crept in And he lay on the floor From the Hundred Year War to the
Crimea With a lance and a musket and a Roman spear To all of the men who
have stood with no fear In the service of the King Before you met your
fate be sure you Did not forsake your lover May not be around anymore.
Death Or Glory
Every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world
And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl Love 'n hate tattooed across
the knuckles of his hands The hands that slap his kids around cause they
don't understand How death or glory becomes just another story How death
or glory becomes just another story 'n every gimmick hungry yob digging
gold from rock 'n roll Grabs the mike to tell us he'll die before he's
sold But i believe in this... and it's been tested by research That he
who fucks nun will later join the church From every dingy basement on every
dingy street I hear every dragging handclap over every dragging beat That's
just the beat of time... the beat that must go on If you been trying for
years... then we already heard your song.
Clampdown
What are we gonna do now? Taking off his
turban, they said, is this man a Jew? cause they're working for the
clampdown They put up a poster saying we earn more than you! When
we're working for the clampdown We will teach our twisted speech To the
young believers We will train our blue-eyed men To be young believers The
judge said five to ten-but I say double that again I'm not working for
the clampdown No man born with a living soul Can be working for the clampdown
Kick over the wall cause government's to fall How can you refuse it?
Let fury have the hour, anger can be power 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, 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?
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's
in me till this day 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 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 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.
Bankrobber
my daddy was a bankrobber, but he never hurt nobody.
he just loved to steal your money. some is rich and some is poor.
that's the way the world is. but i don't believe in lying back.
sayin' how bad your luck is. so we came to jazz it up. we never
loved a shovel. break your back to earn your pay. and don't
forget to grovel. the old man spoke up in a bar. said i never
been in prison. a lifetime serving one machine is ten times worse
than prison. imagine if all the boys in jail could get out now together.
whadda you think they'd want to say to us? while we was being clever.
someday you'll meet your rocking chair. cause that's where we're
spinning. there's no point to wanna comb your hair when it's grey
and thinning. run rabbit run. strike out boys, for the hills.
i can find that hole in the wall. and i know that they never will.
Police On My Back (Eddy Grant
cover song)
Well I'm running police on my back I've been hiding
police on my back There was a shootingİ 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 Won't you give me all the speed I lack.
The 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' Gypsies on the pavement 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 and sweat some more The sun will sink and 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', you're sweatin' 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!
The 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's wife takes a government car 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.
The Call Up
It's up to you not to heed the call-up and you
must not act the way you were brought 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 and I
should be with her There is a town... unlike any other It's up to you not
to hear the call-up and you must not act the way you were brought up Who
give you work an' why should you do it? At fifty five minutes past eleven
There is a rose... Yeah!
Somebody Got Murdered
Someone lights a cigarette While riding in a car
Some old 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's dead forever And you're minding your own
business Carrying spare change You wouldn't cosh a barber 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'll scrub it off the ground As the daily
crown disperses No-one says that much Somebody got murdered And it left
me with a touch Somebody got murdered Somebody's dead forever 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?
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 verdas... 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? and if you can find a Afghan rebel 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 and check the British bullets in his armoury Que?
Sandinista!
Broadway
"It ain't my fault It's 6 'o'clock in the morning"
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 and I ain't had no lunch I been on delivery and received
every punch Suddenly I noticed that it weren't quite the same Feel different
one morning maybe it was the rain But everywhere I looked all over the
city They're runnin' in and out of the bars Someone stopped for a pick-up
driving one of those cars Y'see I always wanted one of those cars Long
black and shiny and 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 cause I can
see the light all night tonight this night right now Coming on forward
motion across the ocean and 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.
Lightning Strikes (Not Once But Twice) (Live)
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 little
birdies wing Look out, look out, old New York New York's coming and New
York talks Hey! Strike! Not once... Strike! But twice! Get out your money...
peel a slab Roll some notes and 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's feet 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's light! Strike! 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 and there's the road down into London Town 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!
Every Little Bit Hurts
Every little bit hurts Every little bit hurts Every
night I cry Every night I sigh Every night I wonder why You treat me cold
But I can't let you go Every little (???) Every little (???) Say you're
coming home But you never phone Leave me all alone My love is strong for
you I do long for you I can't take this loneliness You're giving me Can't
go on Giving my life away Come back to me Darling you'll see I can give
all the things That you wanted before If you'll stay Every little bit hurts
Every little bit hurts Every night I cry Every night I sigh Every night
I wonder why You hurt me Desert me I can't take this lonliness You're giving
me I can't go on Giving my life away Come back to me Darling you'll see
I can give all the things That you wanted before If you'll stay Every little
bit hurts Every little bit hurts Every night I cry Every night I sigh Every
night I wonder why You treat me cold But I can't let you go Every little
bit hurts Every little bit.
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'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...
Midnight To Stevens
i searched through the drinkers. each propped
over his glass. i ran through each bar until i found guy at last.
guy you've been to the doctor. no i don't think it wise. took
one of his pills. boiled the blood in my eyes. when you played
the master mix to the company man. took three million worldwide to
make him understand. you don't work for peanuts. but they'll
push you too. it's that company trick. we're all jumping through.
bet you ain't had no food now. since you last went to sleep.
the wild seed that was sowed will take forever to reap. what days
and nights though. rocking out of ham yard. oh skip that fandango.
bring the blues back down hard. though chuck would never admit it.
at the door of the jail there stood guy stevens. and he was waving
the bail. guy you've finished the booze and you run out of speed.
but the wild side of life is the one that we need.
This Is Radio Clash
interrupting all programes. 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.
not 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.
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's
shoe back 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 of death. screens flick in unison. some gaze
at the soul. from the tiers and 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 be 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's shoe back.
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.
Ghetto Defendant (Allen Ginsberg cover song)
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.
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 shaken to the top The
sheik he drove his Cadillac He went a-cruisin' down the ville The muezzin
was a-standing On the radiator grille The shariff don't like it Rockin'
the Casbah Rock the Casbah The shariff don't like it Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah 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 shariff Had cleared the square They began to wail
The shariff don't like it Rockin' the Casbah Rock the Casbah The shariff
don't like it Rockin' the Casbah 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 whiff Of that crazy Casbah jive The shariff don't like
it Rockin' the Casbah Rock the Casbah The shariff don't like it Rockin'
the Casbah 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 shariff was Chauffeured outta there The jet pilots
tuned to The cockpit radio blare As soon as the shariff was Outta their
hair The jet pilots wailed The shariff don't like it Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah The shariff don't like it Rockin' the Casbah Rock the Casbah
He thinks it's not kosher Fundamentally he can't take it You know he really
hates it.
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 me 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? Should I stay or should I go now? If I go there will
be trouble and if I stay it will be double So come on and let me know This
indecision's bugging me 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 queurda? 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?
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 ya 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.
The 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.