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parte 7 di 10
Overpowered by Funk
(The
Clash)
If you ain't reggae for it..funk out! No-one knocking at your door? Overpowered by funk? Funk out! Combatative, repetitive Don't life just funk you out? Asanine, stupifying Can the clone line dry you out? Part of the swarming mass? Funk out! Slugged by the new increase? Scared of the human bomb? Overpowered by funk? Funk out! Buy dog food Rogue elephants Tarzan on a ticker tape Breakfast, serials? You know you can't escape Overpowered by funk Don't you love our Western ways? Car crashed by funk Don't you love our Western ways? Benny Goodman, trial by jury A phone box-full of books Dustcarts and sunrise No-one gets off the hooks car crashed... Food for the hungry millions? Funk out! Home for the floating people? Skin for the napalm victim? Overdrunk on power Funk out! The final game will be solitaire Overdrunk on power...funk out Picture frame, tickets here For the graffiti train People at home show you care Don't try Fry me in your shockin' chairs Funkpower over and out This is a message from Futura Don't prophisize the future I liven up the culture Because I'm deadly as a vulture I paint on civilization It's environmentally wack So presenting my attack I'll brighten up your shack I'm down by law That's a fact Just give me a wall. Any building dull or tall I spray clandestine night subway I cover red purple on top of grey Hey, no slashing cuz it ain't the way The T.A. blew 40 mil they say We thew down by night They scrubbed it off by day OK tourists
(Strummer/Rhodes)
Spoken Voice: Hey (???) piranah Joe: Yup and the piranah got it V: Yeah, well if it's hooligan you want J: We British will tear upon the street V: (???) J: I see you've lived in Germany. V: Yankee (???) J: (???) V: (???) Sung I long for the prairie Of the wild frontier We got to take it to the space age (???) back at pioneers V:I thought I'd call a taxi J: Well what you got is a police car V: Are you gonna (???) cleanin'? J: (???) use a burglar V: (???) J: I'll say to give you a kiss V: No (???) J: Come on lets go out get smashed I long for the prairie Of the wild frontier We got to take it to the space age (???) back at pioneers V: What kind of food for the picnic J: Hey don't worry about our (???) V: (???) obviously then J: Well everyday seems the same V: No. I don't want (???) J: Look at you. Turn your plastic into gold. V: (???) J: Just get your face in a centerfold V: 2,3,4 I long for the prairie Of the wild frontier We got to take it to the space age (???) back at pioneers
(Junior
Murvin/Lee Perry)
Police and thieves in the streets Oh yeah! Scaring the nation with their guns and ammunition Police and thieves in the street Oh yeah! Fighting the nation with their guns and ammunition From Genesis to Revelation The next generation will be hear me From Genesis to Revelation The next generation will be hear me And all the crowd comes in day by day No one stop it in anyway And all the peacemaker turn war officer Hear what I say Vocal ad lib Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah From Genesis oh yeah Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah Scaring, fighting the nation Shooting, shooting their guns and ammunition Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah Police, police, police and thieves oh yeah Here come, here come, here come The station is bombed Get out get out get out you people If you don't wanna get blown up Vocal ad lib
(Eddy
Grant)
Well I'm running police on my back I've been hiding police on my back There was a shooting police on my back And the victim well he wont come back What have I done? I been running monday tuesday wednesday Thursday friday saturday sunday runnin monday tuesday wednesday thursday friday Saturday sunday Yes, I'm running down the railway track Could you help me? Police on my back They will catch me if I dare drop back Wont you give me all the speed I lack
(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
(Strummer/Jones)
THE PRISONER MEETS THE MUPPET HI-FI NORTH OF WATFORD JUNCTION WE GET IN BUT WE DON'T HAVE FUN AN' 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-DISILLUSION YOUR MOTHER DOES THE WASHING UP YOUR OLD MAN DIGS THE GARDEN YOU'RE ONLY FREE TO DODGE THE COPS AN' BUNK THE TRAIN TO STARDOM
(Strummer/Jones)
STANDING IN THE BOG OF A WEST END BAR GUY ON THE RIGHT LEANING OVER TOO FAR MONEY IN MY POCKET GONNA PUT IT IN THE SLOT OPEN UP THE PACK SEE WHAT TYPE I GOT I DIDN'T WANT TO HOLD YOU I DIDN'T WANT TO USE YOU PROTEX, PROTEX BLUE ALL WANNA DO IT'S A FAB PROTECTIVE FOR THAT TYPE OF A GIRL BUT EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT SHE USES IT WELL IT'S THE THERAPEUTIC STRUCTURE I CAN USE AT WILL BUT I DON'T THINK IT FITS MY B.D. DRILL SITTING IN A CARRIAGE OF A BAKERLOO EROTICA MY POCKET GOT A PACKET FOR YOU ADVERT ON THE ESCALATOR ON MY WAY HOME I DON'T NEED NO SKIN FLICKS, I WANNA BE ALONE I DIDN'T WANT TO HOLD YOU I DIDN'T WANT TO USE YOU PROTEX, PROTEX BLUE ALL I WANNA DO JOHNNY, JOHNNY
(The
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
(The
Clash)
I slept and I dreamed of a time long ago I saw an army of rebels, dancing on air I dreamed as I slept, I could see the campfires, A song of the battle, that was born in the flames, and the rebels were waltzing on air. I danced with a girl to the tune of a waltz that was written to be danced on the battlefield I danced to the tune of a voice of a girl A voice that called "Stand till we fall we stand till all the boys fall." As we danced came the news
that the war was not won 5 armies were coming, with carrige and gun Through the heart of the camp swept the news from the front A cloud crossed the moon, a child cried for food We knew the war could not be won. So we danced with a rifle, to the rhythm of the gun in a glade through the trees i saw my only one Then the earth seemed to rise hell hot as the sun The soldiers were dying,
there was tune to the sighing. The song was an old rebel one. As the smoke of our hopes rose high from the field My eyes played tricks through the moon
and the trees I slept as I dreamed I saw the army rise A voice began to call, stand till you fall The tune was an old rebel one.
(The
Clash)
I come from a long way away And I know a fine thing when I see it. See it For the same reason no one ever Pointed a telescope at the sun Talking about the Red Angels of New York City CHORUS Who shot the shot? Who got shot tonite? Not even five enforcement agencies
can save their own. Never mind the people Tonite it's raining on the Angels of the City Did anyone prophesize these people? Only Travis Come in Travis One of these days I'm gonna get myself organized. All the animals come out at night. Queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick venal. Some day a real rain will come and wash
all the scum off the streets. Thank god for the rain
to wash the trash off the sidewalk.
Listen you screwheads: Here is a man who would not take it anymore. A man who stood up against the scum, the filth. Now I see clearly. Personally I know the alley Where Jack feeds on the birds of night Not even bubbies on bicycles 2x2 Can stop the blood and feathers flying Waring overalls and for once and for all What is the dream? I'll tell it To live like they do in the movies San Juan you listening? Yeah I bet you are Hands up for Hollywood Hooray I hear you Snappy on the air Hang in their Wall to wall You saved the worled What else? You saved the girl Chmpagne on ice No stranger to Alcatraz To boot Or strip it down Chop it a little Being reasonable Just freedom to move To live For women to take a walk in the park at midnite Hey, but this is serious She can't even get back home I come from a long way off And I know a lifegiver over a lifetaker For the same reason no-one ever pointed A gun at a policeman Talking about the Red Angels of New York City Yeah
(Strummer/Jones)
Who needs remote control From the Civic Hall Push a button Activate You gotta work an' you're late It's so grey in London town With a panda car crawling around Here it comes Eleven o'clock Where can we go now? Can't make a noise Can't get no gear Can't make no money Can't get outta here Big business it don't like you It don't like the things you do You got no money So you got no power They think you're useless An' so you are - puuuuuuunnnnnk! They had a meeting in Mayfair They got you down an' They wanna keep you there It makes them worried Their bank accounts That's all that matters And you don't count Can't make no progress Can't get ahead Can't stop the regress Don't wanna be dead Look out' those rules and regulations Who needs the Parliament Sitting making laws all day They're all fat and old Queuing for the House of Lords Repression - gonna start on Tuesday Repression - gonna be a Dalek Repression - I am a robot Repression - I obey
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