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Janie Jones Tablature
(Strummer/Jones)
E
HE'S IN LOVE WITH ROCK’N’ROLL WOAAHH
E
HE'S IN LOVE WITH GETTIN' STONED WOAAHH
E
HE'S IN LOVE WITH JANIE JONES
E
BUT HE DON'T LIKE HIS BORING JOB, NO...
B
AN' HE KNOWS WHAT HE’S GOT TO DO
E
SO HE KNOWS HE’S GONNA HAVE FUN WITH YOU
YOU LUCKY LADY!
A
AN' HE KNOWS WHEN THE EVENING COMES
WHEN HIS JOB IS DONE
E
HE’LL BE OVER IN HIS CAR FOR YOU
AN' 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!
AN’ 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!
E
HE'S IN LOVE WITH ROCK’N’ROLL WOAAHH
E
HE'S IN LOVE WITH GETTIN' STONED WOAAHH
E
HE'S IN LOVE WITH JANIE JONES
E
BUT HE DON'T LIKE HIS BORING JOB, NO...
C# E C#
WOAH WOAH
A B E
LET THEM KNOW - LET THEM KNOW
Jimmy Jazz Tablature
Version 1
Chord Chart:
E--0-------2-------2-------2---
B--2-------1-------2-------3---
G--2-------2-------2-------2---
D--2-------1-------4-------0---
A--0---------------4-----------
E--------------------------2---
A d#dim F#m D
INTRO: A// D#dim// F#m// D// A// E// A D A E
A// D#dim// F#m// D// A// E// A D A E
(Don't forget to whistle..)
VERSE: A d#dim
The police walked in for Jimmy Jazz
f#m D
I said, he ain't here, but he sure went past
A E A D A E
Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Jazz
Sattamassagana for Jimmy Dread
Cut off his ears and chop off his head
Police came looking for Jimmy Jazz
SOLO
E----------------------------------------------------------
B-------------------------------------------------------3--
G------2/14------2-4b(6)-2-----2-4b(5)-4b(5)-4b(5)-4b(5)---
D-2h4--------2-4-----------2s4-----------------------------
A----------------------------------------------------------
E----------------------------------------------------------
E--------5------------------
B----------7-5--------------
G--7b(9)-------7b(9)r-5-----
D-----------------------7---
A---------------------------
E---------------------------
(just the recognisable intro bit.
The guitar solo continues into the horn solo but basically
repeats the same style switching between the major and minor
pentatonic scales. I seem to remember a trip up to the Am
12 position as well as some Robbie Robertson style pinched
harmonics. Best you just play around with it and see what
happens.)
So if you're gonna take a message 'cross the town
Maybe put it down somewhere over the other side
See it gets to Jimmy Jazz
Don't you bother me, not anymore
I can't take this tale, oh, no more
It's all around, Jimmy Jazz
J-a-zee zee J-a-zed zed
J-a-zed zed Jimmy Jazz
And then it sucks, he said, suck that
So go look all around, you can try your luck, brother
And see what you found
But I guarantee you it ain't your day your day, it ain't
your day.
Chop Chop!
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Version 2
Transcribed by Luke Knox (lukeknox@iname.com)
Chord Chart:
E--0----0----2-----2---
B--2----0----2-----3---
G--2----1----2-----2---
D--2----2----4-----0---
A--0----2----4---------
E------------2---------
A E F#m D
The chord progression throughout the whole song is this:
(all these chords are strummed 3x) A F#m A D A E
(these are each strummed once) A D A E
A F#m
The police walked in for Jimmy Jazz
A D
I said, he ain't here, but he sure went past
A E A D A E
Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Jazz
A F#m
Sattamassagana for Jimmy Dread
A D
Cut off his ears and chop off his head
A E A D A E
Police cam looking for Jimmy Jazz
A F#m
So if you're gonna take a message 'cross the town
A D
Maybe put it down somewhere over the other side
A E A D A E
See it gets to Jimmy Jazz
A F#m
Don't you bother me, not anymore
A D
I can't take this tale, oh, no more
A E A D A E
It's all around, Jimmy Jazz
A F#m A D
J-a-zee zee J-a-zed zed
A E A D A E
J-a-zed zed Jimmy Jazz
A
And then it sucks, he said, suck that
A F#m A
So go look all around, you can try your luck, brother
D
And see what you found
A E A D A
But I guarantee you it ain't your day your day, it ain't
E
your day.
A
Chop Chop!
Solo:
E----------------------------------------------5s0--------
B-----------------2---2-------2-2-2-2h0---5b-5-----3-1----
G------2///14-2-2---2-------2-----------2---------------2-
D-2s4-------------------2s4-------------------------------
A---------------------------------------------------------
E---------------------------------------------------------
E-----------------------------0-2-5-9-12-9-12-9s7-9-7-5----
B-1-3-5-3-1----------------1b2-----------------------------
G----------------2-2-----2---------------------------------
D------------2s4-----2s4-----------------------------------
A----------------------------------------------------------
E----------------------------------------------------------
There's another riff played after the solo,
but it's pretty much the same type of scale thingy. I hope this makes some sense to you.
The Clash rule!
Julie's in the Drug Squad Tablature
(Strummer/Jones)
(Intro) A D/A A D/A A D/A A D/A A
A
IT'S LUCY IN THE SKY AND ALL KINDS OF APPLE PIE
SHE GIGGLES AT THE SCREEN 'COS IT LOOKS SO GREEN
D
THERE'S CARPETS ON THE PAVEMENT
A
AND FEATHERS IN HER EYE
E Bm D
BUT SOONER OR LATER, HER NEW FRIENDS WILL REALISE
A
THAT JULIE'S BEEN WORKING FOR THE DRUG SQUAD
WELL IT SEEMED LIKE A DREAM, TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
STASH IT IN THE BANK WHILE THE TABLETS GROW HIGH
IN THEIR MILLIONS
AND EVERYBODY'S HIGH (HI, MAN...)
BUT THERE'S SOMEONE LOOKING DOWN
FROM THAT MOUNTAINSIDE
'COS JULIE'S BEEN WORKING FOR THE DRUG SQUAD
D
AND IT'S TEN YEARS FOR YOU
A
NINETEEN FOR YOU
D
AND YOU CAN GET OUT IN TWENTY-FIVE
A E A
THAT IS IF YOU'RE STILL ALIVE
(Bridge) D A E D A
AN' 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
'COS JULIE WAS WORKING FOB 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!
Junco Partner
Sorry about the lyrics. Strummer doing Jamacain isn't easy to
figure out.
Choose your favorite dreadlock strumming and chord positioning.
NC F
Down the road came a Junco Partner
Bb F
For he was loaded as can be
F
He was knocked out, knocked out loaded
C7 F
He was a'wobblin' all over the street
F
Singing 6 months ain't no sentence
Bb F
And one year ain't no time
F
I was born in Angola
C7 F
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
Now I ain't got no more money
I'm gonna pawn my watch and chain
I would have pawned my seat Gabriella
But the smart girl wouldn't sign her name
....
Give me headstone when I die
Kingston Advice Tablature
(The Clash) G Cm6 In these days you can get no rice G Cm6 No razor blades but you can get knife G Cm6 In these days see the people run G Cm6 They have no food but the boy have gun G Cm6 In these days they don't throw the stone G Cm6 Nor use the voice they use the gun alone G Cm6 In these days to be an oddity G Cm6 Be hunted down like a scarcity A G/A Dm/A In these days don't beg for life A G/A Dm/A Wanna take Kingston advice? A G/A Dm/A C G 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
Know Your Rights Tablature
Riff 1 (played in middle of the verse)
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-2---1---2---1---2---1---------------
-----------------------------4-----2-
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-2---1---2---1---2--1------9----8----6----------
----------------------------------9----8----6---
-----------------------------------7----6----4--
Ab
This is a public service announcement
B Bb Ab
With guitar
Ab
Know your rights all three of them
Ab
Number 1
Ab
You have the right not to be killed
Ab
Murder is a CRIME!
Riff 1 B Bb Ab
Unless it was done by a
Ab E Gb
Policeman or aristocrat
B Bb Ab
Know your rights
And Number 2
You have the right to food money
Providing of course you
Don't mind a little
Investigation, humiliation
And if you cross your fingers
Rehabilitation
Know your rights
These are your rights
Wang
Know these rights
Number 3
You have the right to free
Speech as long as you're not
Dumb enough to actually try it.
Know your rights
These are your rights
All three of 'em
It has been suggested
In some quarters that this is not enough!
Well..............................
Get off the streets
Get off the streets
Run
You don't have a home to go to
Smush
Finally then I will read you your rights
You have the right to remain silent
You are warned that anything you say
Can and will be taken down
And used as evidence against you
Listen to this
Run
Koka Kola Tablature
G is played on the third fret.
NC
Elevator! Going up!
G G
In the gleaming corridors of the 51st floor
G B A
The money can be made if you really want some more
Executive decision-a clinical precision
Jumping from the windows-filled with indecision
G C A
I get good advice from the advertising world
Treat me nice says the party girl
Koke adds life where there isn't any
G
So freeze, man, freeze
It's the pause that refreshes in the corridors of power
When top men need a top up long before the happy hour
Your snakeskin suit and your alligator boot
You won't need a launderette, you can send them to the vet!
I get my advice from the advertising world
Treat me nice says the party girl
Koke adds life where there isn't any
So freeze, man, freeze
Bm A
Koka Kola advertising and kokaine
Strolling down the Broadway in the rain
Neon light sign says it
I read it in the paper-they're crazy!
Suit your life, maybe so
In the White House-I know
All Over Berlin (they've been doing it for years)
And in Manhattan!
Coming through the door is a snub nose 44
What the barrel can't snort it can spatter on the floor
Your eyeballs feel like pinballs
And your tongue feels like a fish
You're leaping from the windows-saying don't
Ayaiiiiirrrghhh! *@!!*@!!*!
Don't give me none of this!
I get good advice from the advertising world
Treat me nice says the party girl
Koke adds life where there isn't any
So freeze, man, freeze
NC
Hit the deck!
Last Gang in Town Tablature
(Strummer/Jones)
F Bb F
Everybody's looking for last gang in town
F Bb F
You better watch out for they're all comin' around
F
The sport of today is exciting
C F/A F
The in crowd are into infighting
When some punk sees some rock-olla
C F
It's rock and roll all over
C F
In every street and every station
C F
Kids fight like different nations
Bb F/A
And it's brawn against brain
Gm F
And it's knife against chain
Bb F/A
But it's all young blood
C
Flowing down the drain
Fm
The Crops hit the Stiffs
An' the Spikes whipped the Quiffs
Eb Bb
They're all looking 'round
Bb Ab F
For the last gang in town
Meanwhile down in black town
Those old soul rebels are haingin' around
An' when some punk come alooking for sound
Rastaferi goes to ground
The white heart flipped his pocket dipped
'Cos a black sharp knife never slips
And they never say to one antoher
That tomorrow we might kill our brothers
Down from the edge of London
The rockabily rebels came
From another edge of London
Skinhead gangs call out their name
But not the Zydeco kids
From the high rise
Though they can't be recognized
When you hear a cajun fiddle
Then you're nearly in the middle
Of the last gang in town
(Outro) A F A F
Lightning Strikes (Not Once But Twice) Tablature
Intro: Verses: (repeat this)
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--------------------|------------------------
--------------------|------------------------
--7-7--5-5--4-------|----7-5-4--------7-5-4--
---------------5-7--|----------5-7-----------
--------------------|--5------------5--------
Chorus:
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-4s5--X--X--5--5--
-6s7--X--X--7--7--
-5s6--X--X--6--6--
-6s7--X--X--7--7--
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^^^ do a fingering like a C7, only slide it up to the fifth fret.
This actually makes it an E7, but it sounds better fingering it
this way.
London's Burning Tablature
(Strummer/Jones) LONDON’S BURNING! LONDON'S BURNING! G F C D G F C D G F C D G F C F ALL ACROSS THE TOWN, ALL ACROSS THE NIGHT G F C F EVERYBODY'S DRIVING WITH FULL HEADLIGHTS G F C F BLACK OR WHITE TURN IT ON, FACE THE NEW RELIGION G EVERYBODY’S SITTING ’ROUND WATCHING TELEVISION! G F C D LONDON'S BURNING WITH BOREDOM NOW G F C D LONDON'S BURNING DIAL 99999 I’M UP AND DOWN THE WESTWAY, IN AN’ 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
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