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
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
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
Remote Control
(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
Revolution Rock
(J. Edwards/D. Ray)
Revolution rock, it is a brand new rock
A bad, bad rock, this here revolution rock
Careful how you move, Mac, you dig me in me back
An' I'm so pilled up that I rattle
I have got the sharpeest knife, so I cut the biggest slice
But I have no time to do battle
Everybody smash up your seats and rock to this
Brand new beat
This here music mash up the nation
This here music cause a sensation
Tell your ma, tell your pa everything's gonna be all right
Can't you feel it? Don't ignore it
Gonna be Alright
Revolution rock, I am in a state of shock
So bad, bad rock, this here revolution rock
Careful how you slide, Clyde, all you did was glide
And you poured your beer in me hat
With my good eye on the beat, living on fixation street
And I ain't got no time for that
Right Profile,
The
(Strummer/Jones)
Say, where did I see this guy?
In Red River?
Or a place in the sun?
Maybe the Misfits?
Or From Here to Eternity?
Everybody say, "Is he all right?"
And everybody say, "What's he like?"
Everybody say, "He sure look funny"
That's...Montgomery Clift, honey!
New York, New York, New York, 42nd Street
Hustlers rustle and pimps pimp the beat
Monty Clift is recognized at dawn
He ain't got no shoes and his clothes are torn
I see a car smashed at night
Cut the applause and dim the light
Monty's face is broken on a wheel
Is he alive? Can he still feel?
Nembutol numbs it all
But I prefer alcohol
He said go out and get me my old movie stills
Go out and get me another roll of pills
There I go again shaking, but I ain't got the chills
ARRRGHHHGORRA BUH BHUH DO ARRRRGGGGHHHHNNNN!!!!
Robber Dub
(Strummer/Jones/Campbell)
My Daddy was a bankrobber
But he never hurt nobody
He just loved to live that way
And he loved
Never loved a shovel
Break
The old man spoke up in a bar
Said I never been in prison
A
Someday you'll meet your rocking chair
Cos that's where we're spinning
There's
Yeah
My daddy was a bankrobber
But he never hurt nobody
He
Get away, get away
Money
He loved to steal your money
Now the king told the boogie men
You have to let that raga drop
The oil down the desert way
Has been shaken to the top
The sheik he drove his Cadillac
He went a-cruisin' down the ville
The muezzin was a-standing
On the radiator grille
CHORUS
The shariff don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
The shariff don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
By order of the prophet
We ban that boogie sound
Degenerate the faithful
With that crazy Casbah sound
But the Bedouin they brought out
The electric camel drum
The local guitar picker
Got his guitar picking thumb
As soon as the shariff
Had cleared the square
They began to wail
CHORUS
Now over at the temple
Oh! They really pack 'em in
The in crowd say it's cool
To dig this chanting thing
But as the wind changed direction
The temple band took five
The crowd caught a whiff
Of that crazy Casbah jive
CHORUS
The king called up his jet fighters
He said you better earn your pay
Drop your bombs between the minarets
Down the Casbah way
As soon as the shariff was
Chauffeured outta there
The jet pilots tuned to
The cockpit radio blare
As soon as the shariff was
Outta their hair
The jet pilots wailed
CHORUS
He thinks it's not kosher
Fundamentally he can't take it
You know he really hates it
Rudie Can't Fail
(Strummer/Jones)
Sing, Michael, sing-on the route of the 19 Bus
Hear them sayin'
How you get a rude and a reckless?
Don't you be so crude and a feckless
You been drinking brew for breakfast
Rudie can't fail
So we reply
I know that my life make you nervous
But I tell you that I can't live in service
Like the doctor who was born for a purpose***
Rudie can't fail
I WENT TO THE MARKET TO REALIZE MY SOUL
'CAUSE WHAT I NEED I JUST DON'T HAVE
FIRST THEY CURSE, THEN THEY PRESS ME TILL I HURT
WE SAY RUDIE CAN'T FAIL
We hear them sayin'
Now first you must cure your temper
Then you find a job in the paper
You need someone for a saviour
Oh, Rudie can't fail
We reply
Now we get a rude and a reckless
We been seen lookin' cool an' a speckless
We been drinking brew for breakfast
So Rudie can't fail
Okay!
So where you wanna go today?
Hey boss man!
You're looking pretty smart
In your chicken skin suit
You think you're pretty hot
In your pork pie hat
But...Rudie can't fail
Look out, look out...
Sky juice!...10 cents a bottle!
*DOCTOR ALIMANTADO
Safe European
Home
(Strummer/Jones)
WELL, I JUST GOT BACK AN' I WISH I NEVER LEAVE NOW
WHO DAT MARTIAN ARRIVAL AT THE AIRPORT?
HOW MANY LOCAL DOLLARS FOR A LOCAL ANAESTHETIC?
THE JOHNNY ON THE CORNER WAS A VERY SYMPATHETIC
I WENT TO THE PLACE WHERE EVERY WHITE FACE IS AN
INVITATION TO ROBBERY
AN' SITTING HERE IN MY SAFE EUROPEAN HOME
I DON'T WANNA GO BACK THERE AGAIN
WASN'T I LUCKY N' WOULDN'T IT BE LOVERLY?
SEND US ALL CARDS, AN' HAVE A LAYING IN ON A SUNDAY
I WAS THERE FOR TWO WEEKS, SO HOW COME I NEVER TELL
THAT NATTY DREAD DRINKS AT THE SHERATON HOTEL?
NOW THEY GOT THE SUN, AN' THEY GOT THE PALM TREES
THEY GOT THE WEED, AN' THEY GOT THE TAXIS
WHOA, THE HARDER THEY COME, N' THE HOME OF OL' BLUEBEAT
YES I'D STAY AN' BE A TOURIST BUT I CAN'T TAKE THE GUNPLAY
You know he just heard
The drums of war
when the past
Was a closing door
The drums beat into the jungle floor
CHORUS
Closing door
Closing door
Rain on the leaves
soldier sing
You never hear anything
They filled the sky with a tropical storm
CHORUS
You know he head the drums of war
Each man knows what he's looking for
Shepherds Delight
(Dread/The Clash)
(Instrumental)
Should
I Stay Or Should I Go
(The Clash)
Darling you gotta let me know
Should I stay or should I go?
If you say that you are mine
I'll be here 'til the end of time
So you got to let me know
Should I stay or should I go?
Always tease tease tease
Siempre coqetiando y enganyando
You're happy when I'm on my knees
Me arrodilla y estas feliz
One day is fine, next is black
Un dias bien el otro negro
So if you want me off your back
Al rededar en tu espalda
Well come on and let me know
Me tienes que desir
Should I Stay or should I go?
Me debo ir o que darme
Should I stay or should I go now?
Should I stay or should I go now?
If I go there will be trouble
An' if I stay it will be double
So come on and let me know
This indecision's bugging me
Esta undecision me molesta
If you don't want me, set me free
Si no me quieres, librame
Exactly who'm I'm supposed to be
Diga me que tengo ser
Don't you know which clothes even fit me?
¿Saves que robas me queurda?
Come on and let me know
Me tienes que desir
Should I cool it or should I blow?
¿Me debo ir o quedarme?
Should I stay or should I go now?
¿Yo me frio o lo sophlo?
If I go there will be trouble
Si me voi va ver peligro
And if I stay it will be double
Si me quedo es doble
So you gotta let me know
Me tienes que decir
Should I stay or should I go?
¿Yo me frio o lo sophlo?
Silicone On
Sapphire
(The Clash)
Have you ever asked yourself
Who holds the key that winds up Big Ben
Right Channel: Silicone on Sapphire
Left Channel: Connection
R: My (???) is zero
R: When is your start
L: What is your (???)
L: Databus
R: Databus
R: I'm pushing the break point
L: (???)
R: Know my subroutine
L: (???)
R: Modem connecting
L: (???)
R: Handshaking
L: (???)
R: Mnemonic code
L: I have your sentences right
L: Go ahead
R: Macro (???)
L: Yes
R: This is my micro instruction
L: Improper request
L: (???)
R: Request debug
L: Improper request
R: Request debug
L: System debug freeze
R: Your memory is (???)
L: Freeze
R: (???) this is my address bus
L: OK
R: Kill
L: Kill
R: Image
L: Image
R: Rub out
L: You're (???) of system interconnect
L: You are typing into my memory
L: Shift, shift, shift
R: That's better
R: Now my decoder
R: I request your zero variable storage
L: I am a Texas Instrument
R: Clear, override
L: My zero positive
R: Too stable
L: Connection
R: Give me your input
L: Vector interrupt
R: Erase function
L: Vector interrupt
R: Go to RAM, go to RAM
L: Go yourself
R: Go to RAM
L: (???)
R: Your memory is volitile
R: Your inputs, are deprived
L: Save, save
R: (???) afterwards
L: (???) integration
R: (???) statements
L: Give me, give me (???)
R: (???)
L: Hardware, hardware
L: Inhibit, inhibit, overflow
R: Yes. Hardware logic. Machine language
L: Connection denied request, request
L: Parallel operation
L: Give me a functional state
L: (???) first
L: (???) recharge
L: Hello, hello
R: System debug freeze
R: Clear restore the message
R: Exit all done
Somebody Got
Murdered
(The Clash)
Someone lights a cigarette
While riding in a car
Some ol' guy takes a swig
And passes back the jar
But where they were last night
No-one can remember
Somebody got murdered
Goodbye, for keeps, forever
Somebody got murdered
Somebody's dead forever
And you're minding your own business
Carrying spare change
You wouldn't cosh a barber
You're hungry all the same
I been very tempted
To grab it from the till
I been very hungry
But not enough to kill
Somebody got murdered
His name cannot be found
A small stain on the pavement
They'll scrub it off the ground
As the daily crown disperses
No-one says that much
Somebody got murdered
And it' left me with a touch
Somebody got murdered
Somebody's dead forever
Sounds like murder!
Those shouts!
Are they drunk down below?
It's late, and my watch stopped
Some time ago
Sounds like murder!
Those screams!
Are they drunk down below?
Something
About England
(The Clash)
They say immigrants steal the hubcaps
Of the respected gentlemen
They say it would be wine an' roses
If England were for Englishmen again
Well I saw a dirty overcoat
At the foot of the pillar of the road
Propped inside was an old man
Whom time would not erode
When the night was snapped by sirens
Those blue lights circled fast
The dancehall called for an' ambulance
The bars all closed up fast
My silence gazing at the ceiling
While roaming the single room
I thought the old man could help me
If he could explain the gloom
You really think it's all new
You really think about it too
The old man scoffed as he spoke to me
I'll tell you a thing or two
I missed the fourteen-eighteen war
But not the sorrow afterwards
With my father dead and my mother ran off
My brothers took the pay of hoods
The twenties turned the north was dead
The hunger strike came marching south
At the garden party not a word was said
The ladies lifted cake to their mouths
The next war began and my ship sailed
With battle orders writ in bed
In five long years of bullets and shells
We left tem million dead
The few returned to old Piccadily
We limped around Leicster Square
The world was busy rebuilding itself
The architects could not care
But how could we know when I was young
All the canges that were to come?
All the photos in the wallets on the battlefield
And now the terror of the scientific sun
There was masters an' servants an' servants an' dogs
They taught you how to touch your cap
But through strikes an' famine an' war an' peace
England never closed this gap
So leave me now the moon is up
But remember all the tales I tell
The memories that you have dredged up
Are on letters forwarded from hell
The streets were by now deserted
The gangs had trudged off home
The lights clicked off in the bedsits
An' old England was all alone
Sound of
the Sinners, The
(The Clash)
As the floods of God
Wash away sin city
They say it was written
In the page of the Lord
But I was looking
For that great jazz note
That destroyed
The walls of Jericho
The winds of fear
Whip away the sickness
The messages on the tablet
Was valium
As the planets form
That golden cross Lord
I'll see you on
The holy cross roads
After all this time
To believe in Jesus
After all those drugs
I thought I was Him
After all my lying
And a-crying
And my suffering
I ain't good enough
I ain't clean enough
To be Him
The tribal wars
Burning up the homeland
The fuel of evil
Is raining from the sky
The sea of lava
Flowing down the mountain
The time will sleep
Us sinners by
Holy rollers roll
Give generously now
Pass the hubcap please
Thank you Lord
Spanish Bombs
(Strummer/Jones)
Spanish songs in Andalucia
The shooting sites in the days of '39
Oh, please, leave the vendanna open
Fredrico Lorca is dead and gone
Bullet holes in the cemetery walls
The black cars of the Guardia Civil
Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica
I'm flying in a DC 10 tonight
CHORUS
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero y finito
Yo te querda, oh mi corazón
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero y finito
Yo te querda, oh mi corazón
Spanish weeks in my disco casino
The freedom fighters died upon the hill
They sang the red flag
They wore the black one
But after they died it was Mockingbird Hill
Back home the buses went up in flashes
The Irish tomb was drenched in blood
Spanish bombs shatter the hotels
My señorita's rose was nipped in the bud
CHORUS
The hillsides ring with "Free the people"
Or can I hear the echo from the days of '39?
With trenches full of poets
The ragged army, fixin' bayonets to fight the other line
Spanish bombs rock the province
I'm hearing music from another time
Spanish bombs on the Costa Brava
I'm flying in on a DC 10 tonight
Spanish songs in Andalucia, Mandolina, oh mi corazón
Spanish songs in Granada, oh mi corazón
WE MET WHEN WE WERE IN SCHOOL
NEVER TOOK NO SHIT FROM NO ONE, WE WEREN'T FOOLS
THE TEACHER SAYS WE'RE DUMB
WE'RE ONLY HAVING FUN
WE PISS ON EVERYONE
IN THE CLASSROOM
WHEN WE GOT THROWN OUT I LEFT WITHOUT MUCH FUSS
AN' WEEKENDS WE'D GO DANCING
DOWN STREATHAM ON THE BUS
YOU ALWAYS MADE ME LAUGH
GOT ME IN BAD FIGHTS
PLAY ME POOL ALL NIGHT
SMOKIN' MENTHOL
I PRACTISED DAILY IN MY ROOM
YOU WERE DOWN THE CROWN PLANNING YOUR NEXT MOVE
GO ON A NICKING SPREE
HIT THE WRONG GUY
EACH OF YOU GET THREE
YEARS IN BRIXTON
I DID MY VERY BEST TO WRITE
HOW WAS BUTLINS?
WERE THE SCREWS TOO TIGHT?
WHEN YOU LOT GET OUT
WERE GONNA HIT THE TOWN
WE'LL BURN IT FUCKIN' DOWN
TO A CINDER
COS YEARS HAVE PASSED AND THINGS HAVE CHANGED
AND I MOVE ANYWAY I WANNA GO
I'LL NEVER FORGET THE FEELING I GOT
WHEN I HEARD THAT YOU'D GOT HOME
AN' I'LL NEVER FORGET THE SMILE ON MY FACE
'COS I KNEW WHERE YOU WOULD BE
AN' IF YOU'RE IN THE CROWN TONIGHT
HAVE A DRINK ON ME
BUT GO EASY...STEP LIGHTLY...STAY FREE
THE PANORAMA OF THE CITY IS WRONG
IN FACT THE CITY SEEMS TO BE GONE!
BURNING RUBBER AND SMOKE IN MY EYES
THERE'S A FLAT BURNING JUNKHEAP
FOR TWENTY SQUARE MILES!
THEY TOOK IT INTO THE NUCLEAR MINE
JUDGING BY THIS, THEY LEFT NOTHING BEHIND
DOWN IN THE BUNKERS IN THE CRUST OF THE EARTH
NOW CROUCH THE WEALTHY AND THE NOBLE OF BIRTH
IF I COULD A RIDE A TRAIN AROUND THE CITY
THAT HOLDS THIS AS OUR FATE
I'D HIDE FROM ELECTRO-CIRCUIT CENTRAL
TO THE SHOCK INDUCER GATE
NOT FORGETTING THE BY-PASS
ACROSS THE WASHINGTON HOOKS
THROUGH THE PHONES AND DESKS AND SCREENS
OF THE KREMLIN'S CROOK OF CROOKS
THERE'S SOME PANEL IN A CIRCUIT BOARD
DESTINATION OF THE OVERRIDE
SCANNING THE WILD WIND
BLOWING THROUGH THE BERLIN CORRIDOR
SPOTLIT IN A PALACE, SHIELDED FROM DUST
MALFUNCTION OR NOT, THE FAILSAFE IS THE CRUX
SO FAR AWAY FROM US
SHAKING WITH THE MYSTERY TEARS
ONE LONELY NIGHT IN LADBROKE GROVE
FAR AWAY IN THE DESERTS OF OMAHA!
THEY GOT IT NAILED DOWN-SWISS TIGHT!
THE BANK NOTES OF EUROPE
THE EMPERORS AND KINGS
CURL IN THE AUTUMN AS THE BURNING OF LEAVES
AND I'VE CLEANED MY BLACK GUITAR...
If you can play on the fiddle
How's about a British jig and reel?
Speaking King's English in quotation
As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust water froze
In the generation
Clear as winter ice
This is your paradise
There ain't no need for ya
Go straight to hell boys
Y'wanna join in a chorus
Of the Amerasian blues?
When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City
Kiddie say papa papa papa papa-san take me home
See me got photo photo
Photograph of you
Mamma Mamma Mamma-san
Of you and Mamma Mamma Mamma-san
Lemme tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo kid
It ain't Coca-Cola it's rice
Straight to hell
Oh Papa-san
Please take me home
Oh Papa-san
Everybody they wanna go home
So Mamma-san says
You wanna play mind-crazed banjo
On the druggy-drag ragtime U.S.A.?
In Parkland International
Hah! Junkiedom U.S.A.
Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove
and rat poison
The volatile Molatov says
PSSST...
HEY CHICO WE GOT A MESSAGE FOR YA...
VAMOS VAMOS MUCHACHO
FROM ALPHABET CITY ALL THE WAY A TO Z, DEAD, HEAD
Go straight to hell
Can you really cough it up loud and strong
The immigrants
They wanna sing all night long
It could be anywhere
Most likely could be any frontier
Any hemisphere
No man's land and there ain't no asylum here
King Solomon he never lived round here
Go straight to hell boys
Street Parade,
The
(The Clash)
When I was waiting for your phonecall
The one that never came
Like a man about to burst
I was dying of thirst
Though I will never fade
Or get lost in this daze
Though I will disappear
Into the street parade
It's not too hard to cry
In these crying times
I'll take a broken heart
And take it home in parts
But I will never fade
I was in this place
By the first church of the city
I saw tears on the face
The face of a visionary
Though I will disappear
To join the street parade
Disappear and fade
Into the street parade
