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parte 1 di 10
1-2 Crush on You
(Strummer/Jones)
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 CUM CLEAN, I GOTTA CUM CLEAN OOH, 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 `COS LIVES SO FAR AWAY BUT HIS I-TALIAN CHAUFFEUR SHOWS UP EVERY DAY BUT I'LL GET YOU IN THE CORNER, I'LL GET YOU ALL ALONE I GOTTA CUM 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 YET?
(Strummer/Jones)
IN 1977 I HOPE I GO TO HEAVEN COS I BEEN TOO LONG ON THE DOLE AND I CAN'T WORK AT ALL DANGER STRANGER YOU BETTER PAINT 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 PAINT 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 'COS 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
(Strummer/Jones)
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 AN' 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 EVERY TIME I MISS IT 'COS I AIN'T GOT A TICKET 48 HOURS NEEDS 48 THRILLS KICKING FOR KICKS
All
the Young Punks (New Boots and Contracts)
(Strummer/Jones)
Hanging about down the market street I spent a lot of time on my feet When I saw some passing yabbos We did chance to speak I knew how to sing y' know an They knew how to pose An' one of them had a Les Paul Heart attack machine All the young punks Laugh your life Cos there ain't much to cry for All the young cunts Live it now Cos there ain't much to die for Everybody wants to bum A ride on the rock 'n' roller coaster And we went out Got our name in small print on the poster Of course we got a manger Though he ain't the mafia A contract is a contract When they get 'em out on yer You gotta drag yourself to work Drag yourself to sleep You're dead from the neck up By the middle of the week Face front you got the future shining Like a piece of gold But I swear as we get closer It look more like a lump of coal But it's better than some factory Now that's no place to waste your youth I worked there for a week once I luckily got the boot
(Strummer/Rhodes)
Are you ready for Are you ready for War War War High above the satellites View the Earth (???) nights Europe switches off those lights Are you ready for War, all in all this sentimental War, wall to wall with the regimental War, with all the things continental Are you red War War War There's no use runnin' a mobile home Everywhere is a target zone Hell is ringing on the red, red phone Are you ready for War, all that is futuristic War, all that is realistic War, all that will be ballistic Are you red War War War Are you ready for Are you ready for Vodka chilled in the Kremlin bar Ride on the rocky (???) and hold my arm Raise my glass and break it on the bar Are you ready for War, all in all this sentimental War, wall to wall with the regimental War, with all the things continental Are you red Are you ready for War War War
(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
(The
Clash)
Now the corporations stopped! Stopped pushing fast food Been a multiple shooting Downtown at the bank Reluctantly the panic begins To catch fire But it did not affect The steady sale of jun The state office looked It looked like Hollywood With make-up bleeding all over the cracks Wo he blew his lines Facing the cameras He suffered the first CHORUS All live heart attack Oh you've caught an even atom tan The motor-cyanide Cyanide suicide He finally found the brick wall in his life Shining up his engine He dressed right up for it At the top of the speedo He crumpled the bike There's plenty people runnin' runnin' for cover- Hoping at best to hold off al the rest Once last stand at the bunker fire Machine gun and pitchfork and breast CHORUS But it isn't so easy So easy for lovers Chained in love Stained at the top of the tower The pink hearse is leaving at funeral speed Driving your heart Away with the flowers All night I waited I waited for a horseman His ever faithful His Indian friend I'm not the only one Of the caped crusader fan club watching the sky For mankind's friend CHORUS Oh you've caught an even atom tan Calamine
(Strummer/Jones)
MY DADDY WAS A BANKROBBER BUT HE NEVER HURT NOBODY HE JUST LOVED TO LIVE THAT WAY AND HE 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 SAYlN' HOW BAD YOUR LUCK IS SO WE CAME TO JAZZ IT UP WE NEVER LOVED A SHOVEL BREAK YOUR BACK TO EARN YOUR PAY AN' 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 COS 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
(Vince
Taylor)
Driiiiiiiive!!! Driiiiiiiive!!! 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!
(The
Clash)
"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 'N 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 an out of the bars Someone stopped for a pick-up driving
one of those cars Y'see I allways wanted one of those cars Long black 'n shiny an' 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 Cos I can see the light
all night tonight this night right now Coming on forward motion across the ocean An' 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
(The
Clash)
It's up to you not to heed the call-up 'N' 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 an' I should be with her There is a town - unlike any other It's up to you not to hear the call-up 'N' 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!
(Strummer/Jones)
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 'COS 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
(The
Clash)
Tonight they're closing up the world N' sweeping smoke from cigarettes And what is that funk multi-national Anthem rocking from a thousand King Kong cassette decks Then a shyboy from Missouri Boots blown off in a '60s war Riding aluminium crutches Now he knows the welfare kindness n' Agent Orange color blindness As we works from door to door The violence in the carpets The mirror of his wife Drives the slum-bum dweller To grind his hunting knife In homesteads of cigar box-radios Hive like bees The body in the ice Box has no date for freeeeeze CHORUS In a car jam Selling is what selling sells But only saints of the 7 avenues can sell The hells Fanning the drug afflicted leperizing acne Once inisde the executive He never leaves his home Gorillas drag their victiims Hyenas try to sue Snakes find grass in concrete There is no city zoo by Ventilation units where towers Meet the streets The ragged stand in bags Soaking heat up through their feet This was the donly kindness And it was accidental too CHORUS Now shaking single engined planes Traffik-king stereos from Cuba Buzzed the holy zealot mass And drowned out Missa Luba And drowned out Missa Luba I thought I saw Lauren Bacall I thought I saw Lauren Bacall I swear Hey fellas Lauren Bacall In a car jam Yeah I don't believe it In a car jam Ah yeah positively absolutely CHORUS
(Strummer/Jones)
There's a solitary man crying, "Hold me." It's only because he's a-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
(Strummer/Jones)
The 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 an' 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
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