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parte 3 di 10
Deny
(Strummer/Jones)
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 AN' 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 AN' 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 FORM -
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
(Strummer/Rhodes)
Yes I am the dictator
the more guns I got the better Yes I am the liquidator I carry the old Beretta You know there once was freedom You know how dangerous that can be The people used to dance & sing & they used to run wild in the streets But now I am the voice Howling from your radio From my armour plated Cadillac You'll hear what I say goes Yes I am the dictator I satisfy the U.S. team I always do my killing in the woods
& keep the city gutters clean Cos I need a few more dollars For my fighter pilot to be free To dive bomb on the population If they go running wild in the streets Yes I am that voice...etc Yes I am the crusador
I spent twenty years in exile But now I am the invader
& I'm never never gonna die Yes I am the dictator my name
is on your ballot sheet But until my box has your cross
you know the form is incomplete And you know........etc
(Strummer/Rhodes)
Gonna be a dirty punk Gonna rock your neighborhood Do the sound of rebel funk Turn it up loud like it should I could hear your momma scream She's gonna waste herself away When your daddy smashed that TV screen I understand what he had to say I'm going to get me a big, big, big Big, Big car Then I'm gonna drive, drive, drive I'm gonna drive so far Up your boulevard Up your boulevard So far up your boulevard Gonna be a dirty punk While my brother dresses clean He used to be the local hunk The girls all ride in my machine(?) How bout the time I made him drunk And he insult my brotherhood I shout out I am a dirty punk Gonna rock your neighbohood I'm going to get a big, big, big Big, Big car Then I'm gonna drive, drive, drive I'm gonna drive so far Up your boulevard Up your boulevard So far up your boulevard Gonna get a big, big, big Go faster! Then I'm gonna go! Big! Let's go to (???) Up your boulevard Up your boulevard Go so far up your boulevard Gonna drive my big, big, big Big, Big car Then I'm gonna drive, drive, drive I'm gonna drive so far Up your boulevard Up your boulevard So far up your boulevard
(Strummer/Jones)
Drug stabbing time Well I got working on the Ford line A paying off the big fine Drug stabbin' time Drug stabbin' time Is from nine to nine Nobody wantsa user Nobody needs a loser So kick him out that door An' don't answer it no more Drug stabbin' time It's a Greenwich Mean Time Your friends all hate each other you think You've got another But who's at the door? Don't answer it no more Drug stabbin time In a bedroom crime There's a tape recording on a telephone line An' it's ringin from the floor So don't answer it no more Now I was lying in my room It was raining drugs all afternoon. I hear this car pull up outside Comes to a stop like, skreeee Someone's in a hurry 'N someone better worry 'Cos these four guys all had on their feet A pair of black shoes shining and neat I thinks Blackshoes on No that's bad news Here they come charging up the stairs alright Sonny just tell us where Drug stabbin time Don't ask me mate Working on the Ford line Paying off the big fine Drug stabbin' time
(Traditional;
Arranged by Strummer/Jones)
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 AN' 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 AN' 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 AN' 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
(The
Clash)
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 an' 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
(Ed
Cobb)
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
(Strummer/Rhodes)
This here finger of mine Is gonna point to the beat, right on time This finger points in a brand new dance This finger points for a new romance This here finger's got no ring It'll point at anything This finger points gonna pop tonight Gonna point at the best girl in sight Don't talk shop Fingerpop Don't talk shop Fingerpop Girls, girls round the floor Are you wondering what you came for Why do these boys stand in groups Are they urban tribes of fighting troops Girls, girls it's time to act Time to beat gonna make contact Make it plain and make it clear Just point out who you want to hear Don't talk shop Round the house Fingerpop Dont' talk shop (???) Man or mouse Don't talk shop Fingerpop Don't talk shop Fingerpop Boys, boys cat got your tongue Can't you see she's the prettiest one Better act real hurt Just turn around kickin' the dirt This here (???) is on selling street Tell the girl who you want to meet This here finger gonna point tonight Gonna point at the best girl in sight Gonna move Gonna move Gonna move Gonna move Girls, girls go around the floor Can't remember what you came here for Don't talk shop Fingerpop Don't talk shop Fingerpop This here finger of mine Gonna point to the beat, right on time This finger points in a brand new dance This finger points for a new romance This here finger's got no ring And it gets to point at anything This finger points rock tonight Gonna point at the best girl in sight
(The
Clash)
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
(Strummer/Jones)
Well they were given the grapes that go ripe in the sun That loosen the screws at the back of the tongue But they told no one
where they had begun-four horsemen They were given al lthe foods of vanity And all the instant promises of immortality Buyt they bit the dust screamin'
insanity!-four horsemen One was over the edge, one was over the cliff One was lickin' em dry with a bloody great spliff When they picked up the hiker
he didn't want the lift From the horsemen But you! You're not searching, are you now? You're not looking anyhow You're never gonna ride that lonely mile Or put yourself up on trial Oh, you told me how your life was so bad An' I agree that it does seem sad But that's the price that you gotta pay If you're lazing all around all day Four horsement coming right through Four horsemen and they're pissing by you They make you look like you're wearing a truss Four hosemen and it's gonna be us Well they gave useverything for bending the mind ANd we cleaned out their pockets
and we drank 'em blind IT's a long way to the finish
so don't get left behind By those horsemen And they gave us the grapes
that went ripe in the sun That loosen the scews at the back of the tongue But we still told nothing 'bout what was to come Four horsemen
(Strummer/Jones)
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 An' 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
(Strummer/Jones)
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 an' 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 an' 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
(The
Clash)
CLASH LYRICS / ALLEN GINSBERG LYRICS / 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
(Strummer/Jones)
THE HIGH STREET SHOPS ARE BOARDED UP AN' 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 'COS 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 TV GROOVY TIMES FOREVER MORE GROOVY TIMES
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