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I GET VIOLENT WHEN I'M FUCKED UP
I GET SILENT WHEN I'M DRUGGED UP
WANT EXCITEMENT, DON'T GET NONE, I GO WILD

I DON'T KNOW WHAT CAN BE DONE ABOUT IT
IF YOU PLAY THE GAME YOU GET NOTHING OUT OF IT
FIND OUT FOR YOURSELF TRY BEIN' A GOODY GOODY

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

01. Safe European Home
02. I Fought the Law
03. Jail Guitar Door
04. Drug Stabbing Time
05. City Of the Dead
06. Clash City Rockers
07. Tommy Gun
08. White Man In Hammersmith Palais

01. Intro
02. I’m So Bored With The USA
03. Complete Control
04. London Calling
05. Jail Guitar Doors
06. (White Man) In Hammersmith Palais
07. Drug Stabbing Time
08. Police And Thieves

01.Safe European Home
02.I’m So Bored With The USA
03.Complete Control
04.London Calling
05.(White Man In) Hammersmith Palais
06.Koka Kola
07.I Fought The Law
08.Jail Guitar Doors

01. Intro > 16 Tons > Clash City Rockers
02. Brand New Cadillac
03. Safe European Home
04. Jimmy Jazz
05. London Calling
06. Guns Of Brixton
07. Train In Vain
08. White Man In Hammersmith Palais

01. London Calling
02. Safe European Home
03. The Leader
04. Train in Vain
05. White Man in Hammersmith Palais
06. This is Radio Clash
07. Corner Soul
08. The Guns of Brixton

01. London Calling
02. Safe European Home
03. White Man In Hammersmith Palais
04. Brand New Cadillac
05. Charlie Don't Surf
06. Clampdown
07. Radio Clash
08. Armageddon Time

01. London Calling
02. Police On My Back
03. The Guns Of Brixton
04. The Magnificent Seven
05. Armagideon Time
06. The Magnificent Seven (Reprise)
07. Junco Partner
08. Spanish Bombs

Friday or Saturday, what does that mean?
Short space of time, it needs a heavy scene
Monday is coming like a jail on wheels

48 hours needs 48!
48 hours leads to 48!
48 hours is 48 thrills!
48 thrills!

London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared, and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls
London calling, now don't look to us
Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain't got no swing
'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing

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

Stay around dont play around
This old town and all
Seems like I got to travel on
A lot of people wont get no supper tonight
A lot of people wont get no justice tonight
The battle is gettin hotter
In this iration, armagideon time
A lot of people runnin and a hiding tonight

My Daddy was a bank robber,
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.
And that's the way the world is.
And I don't believe in lying back

Drive!!!
Drive!!!

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 coming back!"

Drive!!!
Drive!!!

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 coming back!"

Yes, its 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

Tonight they're closing up the world
N' sweeping smoke from cigarettes
And what is that funky multi-national
Anthem rocking from a thousand
King Kong cassette decks
Then this shyboy from Missouri
Boots blown off in a '60s war
Riding aluminium crutches

The offered me the office, offered me the shop
They said I'd better take anything they 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

[Chorus:]
Charlie don't surf and we think he should
Charlie don't surf and you know that it ain't no good
Charlie don't surf for his hamburger Momma
Charlie's gonna be a napalm star

Everybody wants to rule the world
Must be something we get from birth

I GET VIOLENT WHEN I'M FUCKED UP
I GET SILENT WHEN I'M DRUGGED UP
WANT EXCITEMENT, DON'T GET NONE, I GO WILD

I DON'T KNOW WHAT CAN BE DONE ABOUT IT
IF YOU PLAY THE GAME YOU GET NOTHING OUT OF IT
FIND OUT FOR YOURSELF TRY BEIN' A GOODY GOODY

The kingdom is ransacked
The jewels all taken back
And the chopper descends
They're hidden in the back
With a message written on a half-baked potato
The spool goes 'round
Sayin' I'm back here in this place
And I could cry

An I wanna move the town to the clash city
Rockers
You need a little jump of electrical shockers
You better leave town if you only wanna knock us
Nothing stands the pressure of the clash city rockers

You see the rate they come down the escalator
Now listen to the tube train accelerator

They said release 'Remote Control'
But we didn't want it on the label
They said, "Fly to Amsterdam"
The people laughed but the press went mad

Ooh ooh ooh someone's really smart
Ooh ooh ooh complete control, yeah that's a laugh

Is the music of grove (роща) skin rock
Soaked in (поглощать) the diesel of was boys war?
Blood, black gold and the face of a judge
Is the music calling for a river of blood?

Beat the drums tonight, Alphonso
Spread the news all over the grove
The big meeting has decided

And I was gripped by that deadly phantom
I followed him through hard jungles
As he stalked through the back lots
Strangling through the night shades

The thief of life
Moved onwards and outwards to love

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

When Johnny comes marching home again, hurrah, tala
He’s coming by bus or undergound, hurrah, tala
A woman’s eye will shed a tear
To see his face so beaten in fear
And it was just ‘round the corner in the English Civil War

It was still at the stage of clubs and fists, hurrah, tala
When that well-know face got beaten to bits, hurrah, tala

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

1977 The Clash (U.K.)

Back in the garage with my bullshit detector
Carbon monoxide making sure it's effective
People ringing up, making offers for my life
I just wanna stay in the garage all night

We're a garage band

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

Starved in metropolis
Hooked on necropolis
Addict of metropolis
Do the worm on the accropolis
Slamdance the cosmopolis
Enlighten the populace

Hungry darkness of living

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

Well, I got a friend who's a man
What man?
The man who keeps me from the lonely, the only
He gives me what I need
What you need? What you got?
I need it all so badly

CHORUS

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
Shes the best girl that I ever had

If it's true a rich man leads a sad life
That's what they say, from day to day
Then what do the poor do with their lives?
On judgment day, with nothin' to say?

I've been beat up, I've been thrown Out
But I'm not down, Oh I'm not down
I've been shown up, but I've grown up

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

The soldier boy for his soldiers pay
Obeys the sergeant at arms whatever he says

The sergeant will for his sergeant's pay
Obey the captain 'till his dying day

The captain will for his captain's pay
Obey the general order of battle play

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

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

He's in love with rock 'n' roll woah
He's in love with getting stoned woah
He's in love with Janie Jones woah
He don't like his boring job, no

He's in love with rock 'n' roll woah
He's in love with getting stoned woah
He's in love with Janie Jones woah

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

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

Down the road came a Junco Partner
Boy, he was loaded as can be
He was knocked out, knocked out loaded
He was a'wobblin' all over the street

Singing six months ain't no sentence
Yeah and one year ain't no time
I was born in Angola

In these days you can get no rice
No razor blades but you can get knife
In these days see the people run
They have no food but the boy have gun
In these days they don't throw the stone
Nor use the voice they use the gun alone
In these days to be an oddity
Be hunted down like a scarcity

This is a public service announcement
With guitar
Know your rights all three of them

Number 1
You have the right not to be killed
Murder is a CRIME!
Unless it was done by a

Elevator! Going up!
In the gleaming corridors of the 51st floor
The money can be made if you really want some more
Executive decision-a clinical precision
Jumping from the windows-filled with indecision

I get good advice from the advertising world
Treat me nice says the party girl

Has anybody got a cigarette
Haven't you declared a disaster zone
Ho! Your car is a total wreck
And I just can't go back home

My girl, if she had the dope
We'd get the messieurs on the phone
I still got to get up and go home

London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared - and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard,you boys and girls
London calling, now don't look to us
Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain't got no swing
'Cept for the reign of that truncheon thing

London's burning! London's burning!

All across the town, all across the night
Everybody's driving with full headlights
Black or white turn it on, face the new religion
Everybody's sitting 'round watching television!

London's burning with boredom now

I'm all lost in the supermarket
I can no longer shop happily
I came in here for the special offer
A guaranteed personality

I wasn't born so much as I fell out
Nobody seemed to notice me
We had a hedge back home in the suburbs

Yeh, you must treat your lover girl right
If you wanna make lover's rock
You must know a place you can kiss to make lovers rock
'Cause everybody knows it's a crying shame
But nobody knows the poor babie's name
When she forgot that thing that she had to swallow

You Western man, you're free with your seed

My Daddy was a bank robber,
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.
And that's the way the world is.
And I don't believe in lying back

Overpowered by Funk
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

Thieves: воры
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

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

I been running Monday Tuesday Wednesday
Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday
Runnin Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday

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

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

Who needs remote control
From the Civic Hall
Push your button, activate
You gotta work, you're late

It's so grey in London Town
Panda car crawling around
Here it come, eleven o'clock

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

Now the king told the boogie men
You have to let that raga drop
The oil down the desert way
Has been shakin' 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

(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

Well I just got back an’ I wish I never leave now (where’d you go?)
Who dat Martian arrival at the airport yeah? (Where’d you go?)
How many local dollars for a local anaesthetic? (Where’d you go?)
The Johnny on the corner wasn't very sympathetic (where’d you go?)

I went to the place where every white face is an invitation to robbery
Sitting here in my safe European home
Don’t wanna go back there again

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

Darling, you got to 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?

It's always tease, tease, tease

Darling you got to 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

Someone lights a cigarette
While riding in a car
Some ol' guy takes a swig
And passes back the jar (сильный шок; банка)
But where they were last night
No-one can remember
Somebody got murdered
Goodbye, for keeps (навсегда; окончательно), forever

Spanish songs in Andalucia
The shooting sites in the days of '39
Oh, please, leave the vendetta open
Fredrico Lorca is dead and gone
Bullet holes in the cemetery(кладбище) walls
The black cars of the Guardia Civil
Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica
I'm flying in on a DC 10 tonight

Spanish songs in Andalucia,
the shooting sites in the days of ’39.
Oh, please leave, the VENTANA open.
Federico 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 on in a DC-10 tonight.

"Straight to Hell"

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

Sometimes I feel I've got to
Run away I've got to
Get away
From the pain that you drive into the heart of me
The love we share
Seems to go nowhere
And I've lost my light
For I toss and turn I can't sleep at night

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!

When they kick out 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

Ring! Ring! It's 7:00 A.M.!
Move y'self to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
Knuckle merchants and you bankers, too
Must get up an' learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet

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?

I hear a gang fire on a human factory farm
Are they howling out or doing somebody harm
On a catwalk jungle somebody grabbed my arm
A voice spoke so cold it matched the weapon in her palm

This is England
This knife of Sheffield steel
This is England

Interrupting all programmes
This is radio clash from pirate satellite
Orbiting your living room,
Cashing in the bill of rights
Cuban army surplus or refusing all third lights
This is radio clash on pirate satellite
This sound does not subscribe
To the international plan

Patriots of the wasteland torching two hundred years
Dragging my spirit back deep into the dungeon again
Bring back crucification, cry the moral death's head legion
Using steel nails manufactured by the slaves in Asia

You wont fall for that, well law and order is a baton in the rib
You wont fall for that, just like your Mummy and your Daddy did

You ain't happy less you got one
Tommy gun
Ain't gonna shoot the place up
Just for fun
Maybe he wants to die for the money
Maybe he wants to kill for his country
Whatever he wants, he's gonna get it!

You say you stand by your man
Tell me something, I don't understand
You said you love me, and that's a fact
And then you left me, said you felt trapped

Well some things you can explain away
But the heartache's in me till this day

Oh! Mama, Mama look there
Your children are playing in that street again
Don't you know what happened down there?
A youth of fourteen got shot down there
The Kokane guns of Jamdown town
The killing clowns, the blood money men
Are shooting those Washington bullets again

White riot - I wanna riot
White riot - a riot of my own
White riot - I wanna riot
White riot - a riot of my own

Black people gotta lot a problems
But they don't mind throwing a brick
White people go to school

Stagger Lee met Billy
And they got down to gambling
Stagger Lee throwed seven
Billy said that he throwed eight (yeah)
And Billy said: „hey Stagger
I'm gonna make my big attack
I'm gonna have to leave my knife in your back
(Start all over again)