1. 1977
2. Listen
3. Jail Guitar-Doors
4. City Of The Dead
5. The Prisoner
6. Pressure Drop (Frederick Toots' Hibbert)
7. 1-2 Crush On You
8. Groovy Times
9. Gates Of The West
10. Capital Radio Two
11. Time Is Tight (Booker T. Jones) (Instrumental)
12. Justice Tonight / Kick It Over (Willi
Williams)
13. Robber Dub
14. The Cool Out (Instrumental)
15. Stop The World
16. The Magnificent Dance
17. Radio Clash
18. First Night Back In London
19. Long Time Jerk
20. Cool Confusion
21. Mustapha Dance
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.
Listen
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.
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.
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.
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?
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.
Capital Radio Two
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.
Time Is Tight (Booker T. Jones) (Instrumental)
Justice Tonight/Kick It Over (Willi Williams)
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. justice tonight. runnin' and a
hiding tonight. justice tonight. remember to kick it over.
no one will guide you through armegideon time. it's armagideon.
it's not christmas time. a lot of people. a lot of people use
a calculator. a lot of people won't get no supper tonight.
a lot of people sittin' down by the light. the battle is gettin'
hotter. armagideon time. armagideon. remember to kick
it over. armagideon time. a lot of people ain't got no supper
tonight. a lot of people got to stand out back.
Robber Dub
My Daddy was a bankrobber But he never hurt nobody
He just loved to live that way And he loved Never loved a shovel Break
The old man spoke up in a bar Said I never been in prison A Someday you'll
meet your rocking chair cause that's where we're spinning There's Yeah
My daddy was a bankrobber But he never hurt nobody He Get away, get away
Money He loved to steal your money.
The Cool Out (Instrumental)
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...
The Magnificent Dance
Don't you ever stop Long enough to start Take your
car out of that gear Don't you ever stop Long enough to start Get your
car out of that gear.
Radio Clash
This is Radio Clash Stealing all transmissions
Beaming from the mountaintop Using aural ammunition With extreme prejudice
On a terminator mission This is Radio Clash Consider your position Step
it up, get down low Breaking news flash Assassination The whole country
has been shot Evil will abate In Revelation In the Ministry of Whitewash
Wait, wait Don't switch off the death Yes, we have the latest score (????)
Islanders: 101 and Home Yard: 44 This is Radio Clash And we count your
thoughts When lightning splits the sky in half Sharper than a sword And
in the thundercloud You see another cloud Bones as big as sticks Even angels
were in hell on the morning of the sixth Like buckets of venom in (????)
They've got a master plan Human wars over there And we'll come and knock
'em down And he reaches the other side first Gets a job in the dirty old
town And he reaches the other side first Gets a job in the dirty old town
This is not free This is not free Europe No, no, no, no, no Nor an armed
force network This is Radio Clash Stealing all transmission Beaming from
the mountaintop Aural ammunition A riggy diggy dig dang dang This is Radio
Clash Stealing information By his will as a (???) Use careful confirmation
Bribery, extortion Legal legislation Security is life indeed Accept no
other explanation This is Radio Clash On pirate satellite Orbiting your
living room Everybody hold on tight.
First Night Back In London
The mini cab The driver is black This time of night
You better sit in the back Got a few smokes Under your hat The cops are
lookin' out For the petrol on the black This time I think So what the hell
There's that female I know too well Why should I lean Get out my mind again
I ridin' in the back alone The stranger rides again To see my lovely town
That always brings you down Where every drifter drifts For many miles around
We take a casual drive For two miles up the road The cops pull us over
And search right through our clothes They give him hell They check him
on the air I sit there with the drugs in my hair As soon as I get home
I call Heathrow Want a standby fare to Borneo.
Long Time Jerk
gonna scrape the trouble off my boots! as
they were dancing in the evening and the light shone through the trees.
yhis girl my eye was following. ssked the band to play her a beat.
singin' she'd do that long time jerk. she hit me where it hurts.
ohhh your heart. now my heart will burst. oh no. ah,
but it took me back to that wonderland i witnessed long ago. babbling
words of preachers. sayin', "don't bury me no more". ohh...
and i've forgotten how to worry. and i don't know how to run.
against the odds i realize this struggle could be won! we dance long
time jerk. she did it to me first. ohhh my heart. with
that long time jerk. ah! say... do that long time jerk.
bring on those tapes from the past, they make you look better in a mirror.
feel that long time jerkin' between the taker and the giver. feel
that... long time jerk. she hit me where it hurts. oh i felt
my heart. now my heart will burst. i've forgotten how to worry.
and i don't know how to run. against the odds i realize this struggle
could be fun! oh, through lanes and streets and houses and reversing
rush of time. she made me re-invent the world before inventing time.
long time jerk. oh, she hit me where it hurts. ohhhhh my heart.
long time jerk. long, long, long, long, long. long time.
long time jerk.
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.
Mustapha Dance
The sheik he drove his cadillac Shareef Rockin
the casbah Rock He thinks it's not kosher Fundamentally he can't take it
You know he really hates it Really, really hates it.