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parte 4 di 10
Guns of Brixton, The
(Paul
Simonon)
When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun When the law break in How you gonna go? Shot down on the pavement Or waiting on death row You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton The money feels good And your life you like it well But surely your time will come As in heaven, as in hell You see, he feels like Ivan Born under the Brixton sun His game is called survivin' At the end of the harder they come You know it means no mercy They caught him with a gun No need for the Black Maria Goodbye to the Brixton sun You can crush us You can bruise us Yes, even shoot us But oh-the guns of Brixton When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun You can crush us You can bruise us Yes, even shoot us But oh-the guns of Brixton Shot down on the pavement Waiting in death row His game is called survivin' As in heaven as in hell You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton
(The
Clash)
I swear by Almighty God To tell the whole truth And nothing but the truth Guns guns They torture all the women and children Then they've put the men to the gun 'Cos across the human frontier Freedom's always on the run Guns guns a-shaking in terror Guns guns killing in error Guns guns guilty hands Guns guns shatter the lands A system built by the sweat of the many Creates assassins to kill off the few Take any place and call it a court house This is a place where no judge can stand Sue the lawyers and burn all the papers Unlock the key of the legal papers A jury of a billion faces Shouted out condemned out of hand Guns guns, and nobody's kidding Guns guns, or foolin' around Guns guns, the violence is singing Guns guns, a silence the sound 'N I Iike to be in Aferica A-beatin' on the final drum 'N I like to be in U.S.S.R. Makin' sure these things will come 'N I like to be in U.S.A. Pretending that the wars are done 'N I like to be in Europa Saying goodbye to everyone Guns guns there's guns on the roof Guns guns they're made to shoot
(Strummer/Jones)
Hate and war - the only things we got today An' if I close my eyes They will not go away You have to deal with it It is the currency Hate...hate...hate... The hate of a nation A million miles from home An' get war from the junkies Who don't like my form I'm gonna stay in the city Even when the house fall down I don't dream of a holiday When hate an' war come around Hate and war... I have the will to survive I cheat if I can't win If someone locks me out I kick my back in An' if I get aggression I give it to them two time back Every day it's just the same With hate an' war on my back Hate and war - I hate all the English Hate and war - they're just as bad as wops Hate and war - I hate all the politeness Hate and war - I hate all the cops I wanna walk down any street Looking like a creep I don't care if I get beat up By any Kebab Greek
(Strummer/Jones)
Well, I got a friend who's a man What man? The man who keeps me from the lovely He gives me what I need What you need? What you got? I need it all so badly CHORUS Oh, anything I want he gives it to me Anything I want he gives it, but not for free It's hateful And it's paid for and I'm so grateful
to be nowhere This year I've lost some friends Some friends? What friends? I dunno, I ain't even noticed You see, I gotta go out again Again? My friend I gotta see that mainman I killed all my nerves My nerves? What swerves? And I can't drive so steady I've lost my memory My mind? Behind! I can't see so clearly CHORUS
(The
Clash)
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, 'n 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.
(Sonny
Curtis)
Breakin' rocks in the hot sun I fought the law and the law won (twice) I needed money 'cause I had none I fought the law and the law won (twice) I left my baby and it feels so bad Guess my race is run She's the best girl that I ever had I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the Robbin' people with a six-gun I fought the law and the law won (twice) I lost my girl and I lost my fun I fought the law and the law won (twice) I left my baby and it feels so bad Guess my race is run She's the best girl that I ever had I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the I fought the law and the law won (7 times) I fought the law and the
(Strummer/Jones)
If it's true that a rich man leads a sad life N' that's what they from day to day Then what do all the poor do with their lives? Have nothing to say on judgment day? I've been beat up, I've been thrown Out but I'm not down, I'm not down I've been shown up, but I've grown up And I'm not down, I'm not down On my own I faced a gang of jeering
in strange streets When my nerves were pumping and I Fought my fear in, I did not run I was not done And I have lived that kind of day When one of your sorrows will go away It goes down and down and hit the floor Down and down and down some more Depression But I now there'll be some way When I can swing everything back my way Like skyscrapers rising up Floor by floor, I'm not giving up So you rock around and think that You're the toughest In the world, the whole wide world But you're streets away from where It gets the roughest You ain't been there
(Strummer/Jones)
Yankee soldier He wanna shoot some skag He met it in Cambodia But now he can't afford a bag Yankee dollar talk To the dictators of the world In fact it's giving orders An' they can't afford to miss a word I'm so bored with the U...S...A... But what can I do? Yankee detectives Are always on the TV 'Cos killers in America Work seven days a week Never mind the stars and stripes Let's print the Watergate Tapes I'll salute the New Wave And I hope nobody escapes I'm so bored with the U...S...A... But what can I do? Move up Starsky For the C.I.A. Suck on Kojak For the USA
(The
Clash/Dread)
*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 an' 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 'Cos 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 Likethe 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... Cos 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
(Strummer)
I could see as I rode in the ships were gone and the pit fell in a funeral bell tolled the hour in a lonely drunkard slumbering not the twang of the guitar not even the siren wail of pain not the shadows of desire caught in the pouring pouring rain breeze black windows on date street where I was raised up on the cheap (yeah, say!) ask no questions work and sleep 'til the old tango that's on date street I can hear the sharpen of the pain some lucky stranger in the rain hear the sharpen of the rain lucky stranger ... in the rain hammers beat in dusty times on these weedy rusted lines mocking the sun and optomistic signs all these weedy gates of iron the sun won't shine my way again lucky moon was on the wane oh I'll never see a star again in the pouring pouring rain a salty band played for the train a sad trombone and some refrain the future pointed to the weather vane the old calypso died of shame I hear the sharpen of the pain some lucky stranger in the rian hear the sharpen of the pain lucky stranger pouring rain POURING RAIN !!!
(The
Clash)
The soldier boy for his soliders pay Obeys theeargent at arms whatever he says The seargent will for his seargent's pay Obeythe general order of the battle play The generals bow to the government Obey the charge you must not relent What of the neighbors and the prophets in bars? What are they saying in the publiz bazaar? We are tired of the tune You must not relent At every stroke of the bell
in the tower there goes Another boy from another side The bulletins that steady come in say those Familiar words at the top of the hour The jamming city increases its hum And those terrible words continue to come Through bras music of government hear those Guns tattoo a roll on the drums No-one mentions the neighboring war No one knows what they're fighting for We are tired of the tune You must not relent
(The
Clash)
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
(Strummer/Jones)
Let me tell you 'bout 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 An' I'll tell you 'bout 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
(Strummer/Jones)
He's in love with rock'n'roll woaahh He's in love with gettin' stoned woaahh He's in love with Janie Jones But he don't like his boring job, no... An' he knows what he's got to do So he knows he's gonna have fun with you You lucky lady! An' he knows when the evening comes When his job is done 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! Let them know - how you feel
(Strummer/Jones)
The police walked in for Jimmy Jazz I said, he ain't here, but he sure went past 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 So if you're gonna take
a message 'cross this 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 that it ain't your day Chop! Chop!
(Strummer/Jones)
IT'S LUCY IN THE SKY AND ALL KINDS OF APPLE PIE SHE GIGGLES AT THE SCREEN 'COS IT LOOKS SO GREEN THERE'S CARPETS ON THE PAVEMENTS AND FEATHERS IN HER EYE BUT SOONER OR LATER, HER NEW FRIENDS WILL REALISE 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 AND IT'S TEN YEARS FOR YOU NINETEEN FOR YOU AND YOU CAN GET OUT IN TWENTY-FIVE THAT IS IF YOU'RE STILL ALIVE 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!
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