1. The Magnificent Seven
2. Hitsville U.K.
3. Junco Partner
4. Ivan Meets G.I. Joe
5. The Leader
6. Something About England
7. Rebel Waltz
8. Look Here (Mose Allison cover song)
9. The Crooked Beat
10. Somebody Got Murdered
11. One More Time
12. One More Dub
13. Lightning Strikes (Not Once But Twice)
14. Up In Heaven (Not Only Here)
15. Corner Soul
16. Let's Go Crazy
17. If Music Could Talk
18. The Sound Of The Sinners
1. Police On My Back (Eddy Grant cover
song)
2. Midnight Log
3. The Equalizer
4. The Call Up
5. Washington Bullets
6. Broadway
7. Lose This Skin (Tymon Dogg cover song)
8. Charlie Don't Surf
9. Mensforth Hill
10. Junkie Slip
11. Kingston Advice
12. The Street Parade
13. Version City
14. Living In Fame
15. Silicone On Sapphire
16. Version Pardner
17. Career Opportunities
18. Shepherds Delight (Instrumental)
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!
Hitsville U.K.
They cried the tears, they shed the fears Up and
down the land They stole guitars or used guitars So the tape would understand
Without even the slightest hope of a 1000 sales Just as if, as if there
was, a hitsville in U.K. I know the boy was all alone, til the hitsville
hit U.K. They say true talent will allways emerge in time When lightening
hits small wonder Its fast rough factory trade No expense accounts, or
lunch discounts Or hypeing up the charts The band went in, and knocked
'em dead, in 2 min. 59 No slimy deals, with smarmy eels - in hitsville
U.K. Lets shake'n say, we'll operate - in hitsville U.K. The mutants, creeps
and musclemen Are shaking like a leaf It blows a hole in the radio When
it hasnt sounded good all week A mike'n boom, in your living room - in
hitsville U.K. No consumer trials, or A.O.R., in hitsville U.K. Now the
boys and girls are not alone Now the hitsville's hit U.K.
Junco Partner
Down the road came a Junco Partner For he was loaded
as can be He was knocked out, knocked out loaded He was a'wobblin' all
over the street Singing 6 months ain't no sentence And one year ain't no
time I was born in Angola Serving 14 to 99 Well I wish I had me $1 million
dollars Oh one million to call my own I would raise meat and say, "grow
for me baby" I would raise me a tobacco farm Well I wish I would have me
a great deal of money Yeah and mighty good things all over town Now I ain't
got no more money All of my good friends are putting me down So now I gotta
pawn my rifle and pistol Yeah I'm gonna pawn my watch and chain I would
have pawned my seat Gabriella But the smart girl she wouldn't sign her
name Give me headstone when I die.
Ivan Meets G.I. Joe
So you're on the floor, at 54 Think you can last...
at the Palace Does your body go to the to and fro? But tonight's the night...
or didn't you know That Ivan meets G.I. Joe He tried his tricks... that
Ruskie bear The United Nations said it's all fair He did the radiation...
the chemical plague But he could not win... with a cossack spin The Vostok
Bomb... the Stalin strike He tried every move... he tried to hitch hike
He drilled a hole... like a Russian star He made every move in his repertoire
When Ivan meet G.I. Joe Now it was G.I. Joe's turn to blow He turned it
on... cool and slow He tried a payphone call to the Pentagon A radar scan
- a leviathan He wiped the Earth... clean as a plate What does it take
to make a Ruskie break? But the crowd are bored and off they go Over the
road to watch China blow! When Ivan meets G.I. Joe
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.
Something About England
They say immigrants steal the hubcaps Of the respected
gentlemen They say it would be wine and roses If England were for Englishmen
again Well I saw a dirty overcoat At the foot of the pillar of the road
Propped inside was an old man Whom time would not erode When the night
was snapped by sirens Those blue lights circled fast The dancehall called
for and ambulance The bars all closed up fast My silence gazing at the
ceiling While roaming the single room I thought the old man could help
me If he could explain the gloom You really think it's all new You really
think about it too The old man scoffed as he spoke to me I'll tell you
a thing or two I missed the 1418 war But not the sorrow afterwards With
my father dead and my mother ran off My brothers took the pay of hoods
The twenties turned the north was dead The hunger strike came marching
south At the garden party not a word was said The ladies lifted cake to
their mouths The next war began and my ship sailed With battle orders writ
in bed In five long years of bullets and shells We left tem million dead
The few returned to old Piccadily We limped around Leicster Square The
world was busy rebuilding itself The architects could not care But how
could we know when I was young All the canges that were to come? All the
photos in the wallets on the battlefield And now the terror of the scientific
sun There was masters and servants and servants and dogs They taught you
how to touch your cap But through strikes and famine and war and peace
England never closed this gap So leave me now the moon is up But remember
all the tales I tell The memories that you have dredged up Are on letters
forwarded from hell The streets were by now deserted The gangs had trudged
off home The lights clicked off in the bedsits and old England was all
alone.
Rebel Waltz
I slept and I dreamed of a time long ago I saw
an army of rebels, dancing on air I dreamed as I slept, I could see the
campfires A song of the battle, that was born in the flames and the rebels
were waltzing on air I danced with a girl to the tune of a waltz that was
written to be danced on the battlefield I danced to the tune of a voice
of a girl A voice that called "Stand till we fall we stand till all the
boys fall" As we danced came the news that the war was not won 5 armies
were coming, with carrige and gun Through the heart of the camp swept the
news from the front A cloud crossed the moon, a child cried for food We
knew the war could not be won So we danced with a rifle, to the rhythm
of the gun in a glade through the trees i saw my only one Then the earth
seemed to rise hell hot as the sun The soldiers were dying, there was tune
to the sighing The song was an old rebel one As the smoke of our hopes
rose high from the field My eyes played tricks through the moon and the
trees I slept as I dreamed I saw the army rise A voice began to call, stand
till you fall The tune was an old rebel one.
Look Here (Mose Allison cover song)
Look here! What do you think you're Gonna
be doin' next year? No lie... How you know you're not Gonna up and
die? No doubt... Soon enough your friends Will find you out Take
care... You know you might not have Too much time to spare I say... How
long have you been acting Up this way? One knows... When you gonna
get Your own floorshow I'm hip... And you could use a button On your lip
Look here What do you think you're Gonna be doing next year I'm hip!
The Crooked Beat
Start the car lets make a midnight run Across the
river to South London To dance to the latest hi-fi sound Of bass, guitar
and drum Seeking out a rhythm that can take the pressure off Stepping in
and out of that crooked crooked beat Take a piece of cloth, a coin for
thirst For the sweat will start to run With a cymbal splash, a word of
truth And a rocking bass and drum Seeking out a rhythm that can take the
pressure on Stepping in and out of that crooked crooked beat So one by
one they come on down From the tower blocks of my home town Stepping with
the rhythm of the rockers beat Drowning out the pressure of the crooked
beat Seeking out a rhythm that can take the tension on Stepping in and
out of that crooked crooked beat It has crooked past this crooked street
Where cars patrol this crooked beat Badges flsh and sirens wail They'll
be taking one and all to jail Prance! Prance! You want a law
to dance?
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?
One More Time
Must I get a witness? for all this misery There's
no need to, brothers everybody can see That its one more time in the ghetto
you know One more time if you please now One more time to the dying man
They say one more time if you please The old lady kicks karate For just
a little walk down the street The little baby he knows kung fu He tries
it on those he meets cause its a one more time! You don't need no silicone
to calculate poverty Watch when Watts town burns again The bus goes to
Montgomery cause it's a one more time in the ghetto One more time if you
please One more time for the dying man One more time to be free.
One More Dub
stop wastin' time. right. one more
breath. one more time in the ghetto. one more time if you please.
one. one more time for the dying man. one more time if you
please now. one more time.
Lightning Strikes (Not Once But Twice)
Now lightning strikes in old New York It may be
dark but I wanna talk It might rain, it might snow Too many things I got
to know If this is spring than it's time to sing Never mind the 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!
Up In Heaven (Not Only Here)
The towers of London, these crumbling rocks Reality
estates that the hero's got And every hour's maked by the chime of a clock
And whatcha gonna do when the darkness surrounds? You can piss in the lifts
which have broken down You can watch from the debris the last bedroom light
We're invisible here just past midnight The wives hate their husbands and
their husbands don't care Their children daub slogans to prove they lived
there A giant pipe organ up in the air You can't live in a home which should
not have been built By the bourgeoise clerks who bear no guilt When the
wind hits this building this building it tilts One day it will surely fall
to the ground... Fear is just another commodity here They sell us peeping
holes to peek when we hear A bang on the door resoundingly clear Who would
really want to move in here? The children play faraway, the corridors are
bare This room is a cage its like captivity How can anyone exist in such
misery? It has been said not only here "Allianza dollars are spent To raise
the towering buildings For the weary bones of the workers To go back in
the morning To be strong in the morning"
Corner Soul
Is the music of grove skin rock Soaked in the diesel
of was boys war? Blood, black gold and the face of a judge Is the music
calling for a river of blood? Beat the drums tonight, Alphonso Spread the
news all over the grove The big meeting has decided That total was must
burn on the grove Does it mean I should take my machete To chop my way
through the path of life? Does it mean I should run with the dog pack Is
that the way to be the one to survive? Never need a gun says Tai Chi Move
on up to dragon snaps his tail Fall back on still waters Hammer with his
eye on the nail Spread the word tonight please, Sammy They're searching
everyhouse on the grove Don't go alone now, Sammy! The wind has blown away
the corner soul Tell the news for me, Sammy They're searching every place
on the grove But don't go down alone new, Sammy! The wind has blown away
the croner soul Is the music calling for a river of blood?
Let's Go Crazy
Summon up the mas! Play on the pan! Staring dreads
are jerking their locks As the white star liner sank in the docks But on
the drummers face, there is a look of dread As he drums away 400 years
of dread The dancer man-in the power of mas Is smoking ti the mighty sparrow's
blast But you better be careful You still got to watch yourself You wanna
be crazy So you wanna go crazy Let's go crazy So you wanna be crazy Then
let's go crazy Let's go crazy The lawful force are here of course For special
offenders for the special court But the young men know when the sun has
set Darkness comes to settle the debt Owed by a year of S.U.S. and suspect
Indiscriminate use of the power of arrest They're waiting for the sun to
set The mighty observer who keeps his cabinets hot A great meeting of rhythm
and face A humming of values and a children's place But the sticks man
gives the copper good excuse To shut off the ganja and control the juice
To control the juice So you wanna go crazy? Then let's go crazy So take
it on crazy! So they get all crazy Bricks and bottles corrugated iron Shields
and helmets carnival time and moa ambassa, sledgehammer sound Ray symbolic
from jamdown town.
If Music Could Talk
Left Channel
Make sure! Taking cover in the bunker tonight Waiting
for Bo Diddley's headlights I feel alright Gotta Fender Stratosphere I
can do anything tonight It's in neon lights and global rights Frank? He's
on the phone There ain't no German girl outside But who cares when its
warm inside? With music Special mystery of music tragically Exchanging
slaves for majesties Modern waves of tragedy Packing a to pience colt pair
of shoots A shiny grey mexican suit The blue eyed traffic can sashay by
cause tonight the sailor boys have hit Shanghai The kick-out traffic goes
creaking by I smash my glass and shout shanghi My drummer friend comes
shooting by He said Errol Flynn will never die Oh no! Who am I to question
why? And are you lonesome tonight And do ya need a country cowboy Who's
just thin and tight in those Brrrr bus depot jeans With a squirt resistant
stud stud Hey stoner Get over there in the spliffbunker one Becos London
Bridge was sold somehow But it was too old anyhow When Uncle Sam has broken
down We'll make him down in old Japan Say yeee Well there ain't no better
blend Than Joe Ely and his Texas Men Where the wind blows I ain't seen
none like that scenery You can see from a bus if you pay the price Wave
my arms around Flag one of those taxi's maybe I saw a girl somewhere somehow
Forever sticks in my mind somehow I've just got three lines And a pair
of two's Like a lucky roll of dice that you You cast.
Right Channel
If music could talk! Which means Whatever your
mind can bring Like the apple fell off the tree Pah! Fell right on his
head Yeah many years ago There was a man who said I am a shaman A voodoo
shaman Got in trouble so he's going out Mixing up and Haiti! Oh! And the
crickets Buddy Holly said it was Brrr Brrr yiii! If music could talk you
know I feel kinda lonely Standing out on the floor Of Electric Ladyland...
cause this is a good question Samson Are you partly Arabic? Chi man! Whatcho
all about I don't want to I can't hope to Say it all in one go Occasionally
once or twice A day I feel alive enough to say Let's hear what the drummerman's
Got to say about He said is it Errol Flynn's birthday or not? Sept 12 until
October If they pack 2 piece Colt pair of shoots We got the shiny grey
Mexican suits I'm just wasting a great big Corporation and the entire fund
The girders of Wall Street And thetemples of money And the high priests
Of the expense account And Im wasting the whole thing I come down in Yamaha-ha
They make the best pianos-time to step-up.
The Sound Of The Sinners
As the floods of God Wash away sin city They say
it was written In the page of the Lord But I was looking For that great
jazz note That destroyed The walls of Jericho The winds of fear Whip away
the sickness The messages on the tablet Was valium As the planets form
That golden cross Lord I'll see you on The holy cross roads After all this
time To believe in Jesus After all those drugs I thought I was Him After
all my lying And a-crying And my suffering I ain't good enough I ain't
clean enough To be Him The tribal wars Burning up the homeland The fuel
of evil Is raining from the sky The sea of lava Flowing down the mountain
The time will sleep Us sinners by Holy rollers roll Give generously now
Pass the hubcap please Thank you Lord.
Police On My
Back (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.
Midnight Log
Working for the devil You'll have to pay his tax
That means going to see him Down among the racks You do his work so fine
He'll remember you Worried for my friend As he shows me round the flat
Where I don't wanna find him His lips and eyelids black He don't believe
my speech That lines can and should be drawn Like if he had a shotgun The
barrels would be sawn Swallowed by the river Swollen by the rains That
leakin' old computer Of fingerprints and names Swimming in the river That
floods the neighborhood I would call to you But it would do no good Voting
for the law That's the general occupation First comes the public safety
Second comes the nation You won't believe me now But there's been some
illumination The wisest cops have realized They fucked the operation Cooking
up the books A respected occupation The anchor and foundation of multi-corporations
They don't believe in crime They don't know that it exists But to understand
What's right and wrong The lawyers work in shifts and speaking of the devil
He ain't been seen for years except every 20 mins He zooms between me ears
I don't believe in books But I read all the time For ciphers to the riddles
and reasons to the rhymes.
The Equaliser
No! Gangboss no! We don't want the whip! As you
get weaker... it will get harder So don't be like him Keep your bones of
effort and strngth Don't sell them to him We don't want no gangboss We
want to equalize To my fathers fathers fathers father Work was no joy When
his son had grown of age You got to work now boy Never ceasing for many
years Want to follow that boy? Till half and half is equalized Put down
the tools See the car see the house See the fabulous jewels See the world
you have built it with shoulders of iron See the world but it is not yours
say the stealers of Zion Geneva Wall Street Who makes them so fat? Well
well me and you better think about that In overdrive whooo Till humanize
is equalize Put down the tools Every face on every side Throw down the
tools Stay at home Don't check with Rome paint strike on the door It's
one to one the fight is on so don't go to war We don't need no gangboss
We have to equalize.
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!
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.
Lose This Skin (Tymon Dogg cover song)
Come with me. I won't hide We're going on a ride
We meet each day, use time to see While we're young and almost free I've
got to lose this skin I'm imprisoned in Got to lose this skin I'm imprisoned
in Do not turn or hate to see All the things you think we've got Do not
turn or hate to see What happened to the wife of Lot We're alone or so
they say We're not on our own in that way When we're alone it's real tough
going We can take a part in someone else's play Come with me, I thought
he said But that's not him anymore, he's dead What's it like to be so free
So free it looks like lost to me.
Charlie Don't Surf
Charlie don't surf and we think he should Charlie
don't surf and you know that it ain't no good Charlie don't surf for his
hamburger Momma Charlie's gonna be a napalm star Everybody wants to rule
the world Must be something we get from birth One truth is we never learn
Satellites will make space burn We've been told to keep the strangers out
We don't like them starting to hang around We don't like them all over
town Across the world we are going to blow them down Charlie don't surf
and we think he should Charlie don't surf and you know that it ain't no
good Charlie don't surf for his hamburger Momma Charlie's gonna be a napalm
star The reign of the super powers must be over So many armies can't free
the earth Soon the rock will roll over Africa is choking on their Coca
Cola It's a one a way street in a one horse town One way people starting
to brag around You can laugh, put them down These one way people gonna
blow us down Charlie don't surf and we think he should Charlie don't surf
and you know that it ain't no good Charlie don't surf for his hamburger
Momma Charlie's gonna be a napalm star Charlie don't surf he'll never learn
Charlie don't surf though he's got a gun Charlie don't surf think that
he should Charlie don't surf we really think he should Charlie don't surf
Charlie don't surf and we think he should Charlie don't surf and you know
that it ain't no good Charlie don't surf for his hamburger Momma Charlie
don't surf.
Mensforth Hill
Junkie Slip
I wasn't going that far The junkie slip! I said
I wasn't doin' it The junkie slip! Yea thought I'd find a rhythm in the
junkie town Thought I'd find a rhythm when the junkies hang around Thought
I'd go out walking to the junkie kind of beat Setting on those bars that
the junkies meet The junkie slip! Nail it down The junkie slip! This side
of town The junkie slip! And whatcha knowing before you's a doing The things
they's a-knowing You pawn your coat and your car Pawned your cigar and
your old guitar You pawned your guitar and your saxaphone You're pawning
everything in your mother's home cause it's a junkie slip! Just like rock
n' roll A junkie slip! Like Johnnny did the stroll And you know it feels
alright But what's that feeling on a Saturday night? You're itching itching
itching in your pillow in the day You're itching itching itching and you
gave your coat away Itching itching itching and then in your sleeping bag
There's a little packet that youthought you never had It's a junkie slip!
Every night Junkie slip! Cold water fright It's a junkie slip And an old
spoon cooky cooky cooky kooky afternoon All afternoon and in the middle
of the night You're worse for the difference and it don't sleep tight Don't
pull the curtains fon't put on the light C-c-c-cause it's a junkie slip!
What's goin' on? Was early night I lit the fire Finish alright Yeh Edi-Edi-Edi-Yeh
Edi-Juan Him going to live with indian Come in the car, it's an old machine
Riding from Brookway on a magazine Be on that corner with a magazine Do
ya do ya do ya follow your friends? Do I hear you saying that you're going
back again? It's a junkie slip! Where? Did it end? But did it ah did it
did it ever end? When did it ever end? Don't ask me when on a Wednesday
night Don't ask me when on a Thrusday night I said oh? Who the hell are
you? You said oh! Well you met me I said I can guess why.
Kingston Advice
In these days you can get no rice No razor blades
but you can get knife In these days see the people run They have no food
but the boy have gun In these days they don't throw the stone Nor use the
voice they use the gun alone In these days to be an oddity Be hunted down
like a scarcity In these days don't beg for life Wanna take Kingston advice?
Oh please don't beg for your life In these days the beat is militant Must
be a clash there's no alternative In these days nations are militant We
have slavery under government In these days in the firmament I look for
signs that are permanent In these days with no love to give The world will
turn with no one left to live In these days I don't know what to do The
more I see the more I'm destitute In these days I don't know what to sing
The more I know the less my tune can swing In these days you can get no
rice No razor blades but you can get knife In these days see the people
run They have no food but the boy have gun.
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.
Version City
There is a train at Version City Waiting for the
rhythm mail If you can jump then jump right now She can pull you through
to better days Is that the train that the speak off The one I heard in
my younger days All great bluesmen have rode her I'm jumping up gonna ride
that train There's a lonely soul out on the crossroads He's waiting there
in the pouring rain He's looking for that great ride yeh That'll take him
to oh what's her name So I rode that train from Version City For ninety-nine
and one half days Never heard such rhythm sound It was in my soul which
was on the train We went straight through Syndrum Inc. Up and over the
Acapella Pass Then Gibson Town and Fenderville All stations to the Mesa
Boogie Ranch We saw that soul out on the cross roads Waitin' there in the
pouring rain We called hey engine slow your rhythms See he wants to ride
the version train We rode that train from Version City For ninety-nine
and one half years I never seen such funky country While riding with the
engineers Could not fill no application Before I rode this rhythm train
Could not work at my station Before I rode the version train There is a
train at Version City Waiting for the rhythm mail If you can jump then
jump right now She can pull you through to better days.
Living In Fame
Silicone On Sapphire
Have you ever asked yourself, "Who holds the key
that winds up Big Ben?"
Right Channel: Silicone on Sapphire
Left Channel: Connection
R: My (???) is zero When is your start. L:
What is your (???) Databus. R: Databus I'm pushing the break point.
L: (???). R: Know my subroutine. L: (???). R: Modem connecting.
L: (???). R: Handshaking. L: (???). R: Mnemonic code.
L: I have your sentences right Go ahead. R: Macro (???). L:
Yes. R: This is my micro instruction. L: Improper request (???).
R: Request debug. L: Improper request. R: Request debug.
L: System debug freeze. R: Your memory is (???). L: Freeze.
R: (???) this is my address bus. L: OK. R: Kill. L: Kill.
R: Image. L: Image. R: Rub out. L: You're (???) of system
interconnect You are typing into my memory Shift, shift, shift. R:
That's better Now my decoder I request your zero variable storage.
L: I am a Texas Instrument. R: Clear, override. L: My zero
positive. R: Too stable. L: Connection. R: Give me your
input. L: Vector interrupt. R: Erase function. L: Vector
interrupt. R: Go to RAM, go to RAM. L: Go yourself. R:
Go to RAM. L: (???). R: Your memory is volitile Your inputs,
are deprived. L: Save, save. R: (???) afterwards. L:
(???) integration. R: (???) statements. L: Give me, give me
(???). R: (???). L: Hardware, hardware Inhibit, inhibit, overflow.
R: Yes. Hardware logic. Machine language. L: Connection denied request,
request Parallel operation Give me a functional state (???) first (???)
recharge Hello, hello. R: System debug freeze Clear restore the message
Exit all done.
Version Pardner
Down the road came a Junco Partner For he was loaded
as can be He was knocked out, knocked out loaded He was wobblin' all over
the street Singing six Six Well I wish I would have me a great deal of
money Yeah and a... mighty Give me Down Junco Partner Well I'm down.
Career Opportunities
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.
Shepherds Delight (Instrumental)