1.If Music Could Talk
＊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
2.Junkie Slip
I wasn't going that far
The junkie slip!
I said i wasn't doin' it
The junkie slip!
Yea thought i'd find a rhythm in the junkie town
Thought i'd find a rhythm when the junkies hang around
Thought i'd go out walking to the junkie kind of beat
Setting on those bars that the junkies meet
The junkie slip!
Nail it down
The junkie slip!
This side of town
The junkie slip!
And whatcha knowing before you's a doin
The things they's a-knowing
You pawn your coat and your car
Pawned your cigar and your old guitar
You pawned your guitar and your saxaphone
You're pawning everything in your mother's home
Cos it's a junkie slip!
Just like rock n' roll
A junkie slip!
Like johnnny did the stroll
And you know it feels alright
But what's that feeling on a saturday night？
You're itching itching itching in your pillow in the day
You're itching itching itching and you gave your coat away
Itching itching itching and then in your sleeping bag
There's a little packet that youthought you never had
It's a junkie slip!
Every night
Junkie slip!
Cold water fright
It's a junkie slip
And an old spoon cooky cooky cooky kooky afternoon
All afternoon and in the middle of the night
You're worse for the difference and it don't sleep tight
Don't pull the curtains fon't put on the light
C-c-c-cos it's a junkie slip!
What's goin' on？
Was early night
I lit the fire
Finish alright
Yeh edi-edi-edi-yeh edi-juan
Him going to live with indian
Come in the car, it's an old machine
Riding from brookway on a magazine
Be on that corner with a magazine
Do ya do ya do ya follow your friends？
Do i hear you saying that you're going back again？
It's a junkie slip!
Where？ did it end？
But did it ah did it did it ever end？
When did it ever end？
Don't ask me when on a wednesday night
Don't ask me when on a thrusday night
I said oh？ who the hell are you？
You said oh! well you met me
I said i can guess why
3.Look Here
Clash, The
Sandinista!
Look Here
Look here!
What d'you think you're
Gonna be doin' next year？
No lie...
How you know you're not
Gonna up and die？
No doubt...
Soon enough your friends
Will find you out
Take care...
You know you might not have
Too much time to spare
I say...
How long have you been acting
Up this way？
One knows...
When you gonna get
Your own floorshow
I'm hip...
And you could use a button
On your lip
Look here
What d'you think you're
Gonna be doing next year
I'm hip!
4.Lose This Skin
Come with me. i won't hide
We're going on a ride
We meet each day, use time to see
While we're young and almost free
I've got to lose this skin i'm imprisoned in
Got to lose this skin i'm imprisoned in
Do not turn or hate to see
All the things you think we've got
Do not turn or hate to see
What happened to the wife of lot
We're alone or so they say
We're not on our own in that way
When we're alone it's real tough going
We can take a part in someone else's play
Come with me, i thought he said
But that's not him anymore, he's dead
What's it like to be so free
So free it looks like lost to me
5.Mensforth Hill
6.Shepherds Delight
7.Silicone On Sapphire
Clash, The
Sandinista!
Silicone On Sapphire
Have you ever asked yourself
Who holds the key that winds up big ben？
Right channel： silicone on sapphire
Left channel： connection
R： my prerogative is zero
L： when is your start
L： what is your data
R： databus
L： databus
R： i'm pushing your breakpoints
R： know my subroutine
L： motorola exor(？)sizer
R： modem connecting
L： in sync
R： buffer
R： handshaking
L： throughput
R： mnemonic code
L： i have your sentences right
L： go ahead
R： macro command
L： yes
R： this is my micro instruction
L： improper request
L： output failed
R： request debug
L： improper request
R： request debug
L： system debug freeze
R： your memory is volatile
L： freeze
R： log(？), add this is my address bus
L： log add
R： kill
L： kill
R： (？)
L： (？)
R： rub out
L： you're on 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, overrun
L： my zero positive
R： truth table
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
R： your memory is volitile
R： your inputs, are deprived
L： save, save
R： go to outputs
L： large scale integration
R： no source statements
L： give me, give me flowchart
L： hardware, firmware
L： inhibit, inhibit, overflow
R： yes. hardwired logic. machine language
L： connection deprived by request, request
L： parallel operation
L： give me push count stack
L： i must have your address first
L： take your datalog recharge
L： hello, hello
R： system debug freeze
R： clear restore and exit
R： exit all done
8.Police On My Back
Lyricist：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 won't come back
I've been running Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Runnin' Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
What have I done？ What have I done？
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
Won't you give me all the speed I lack
I've been running, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Runnin' Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
What have I done？ What have I done？
I'm running
I'm running
I keep running
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
Won't you help me find the speed I lack
I've been running Monday', Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
Runnin' Monday, Tuesday,Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday
What have I done？ What have I done？
'Cos I'm running
(Police on my back)
Hiding
(Police on my back)
Running
(Police on my back)
Hiding
(Police on my back)
I'm running down the railway track
Could you help me？ Police on my back
They will catch me if I dare drop back
They will kill me for the speed I lack
I've been running, I've been running
9.The Magnificent Seven
Lyricist：Mick Jones, John Mellor
The magnificent seven
Ring, ring, it's 7：00 A.M.
Move your 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
A.M., the FM, the P.M. too
Churning out that boogaloo
Gets you up and gets you out
But how long can you keep it up？
Gimme Honda, gimme Sony
So cheap and real phony
Hong Kong dollars and Indian cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot, what？ Don't stop, give it all you got
You lot, what？ Don't stop, yeah
You lot, what？ Don't stop, give it all you got
You lot, what？ Don't stop, yeah
Working for a rise, better my station
Take my baby to sophistication
She's seen the ads, she thinks it's nice
Better work hard, I seen the price
Never mind that it's time for the bus
We got to work an' you're one of us
Clocks go slow in a place of work
Minutes drag and the hours jerk
Wave b-b-bye to the boss
It's our profit, it's his loss
But anyway the lunch bells ring
Take one hour and do your thing
Cheesboiger
What do we have for entertainment？
Cops kickin' gypsies on the pavement
Now the news, snap to attention
The lunar landing of the dentist convention
Italian mobster shoots a lobster
Seafood restaurant gets out of hand
A car in the fridge, or a fridge in the car？
Like cowboys do in TV land
You lot, what？ Don't stop, give it all you got
You lot, what？ Don't stop, huh
You lot, what？ Don't stop, give it all you got, yeah
You lot, what？ Don't stop
So get back to work an' sweat some more
The sun will sink an' we'll get out the door
It's no good for man to work in cages
Hits the town, he drinks his wages
You're frettin', you're sweatin'
But did you notice you ain't gettin'？
You're frettin', you're sweatin'
But did you notice, you're not gettin' anywhere？
Don't you ever stop long enough to start？
To take your car outta that gear
Don't you ever stop long enough to start？
To get your car outta that gear
Karlo Marx and Fredrich Engels
Came to the checkout at the 7-11
Marx was skint, but he had sense
Engels lent him the necessary pence
What have we got？ Yeah, oh
What have we got？ Yeah, oh
What have we got？ Magnificence
What have we got？
Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went on to win 50 nil
You can be true, you can be false
You be given the same reward
Socrates and Milhous Nixon
Both went the same way through the kitchen
Plato the Greek or Rin Tin Tin
Who's more famous to the billion millions？
News flash, vacuum cleaner sucks up budgie
Ooh, bye, bye, bye, bye
Magnificent seven, magnificence
Magnificent seven
It's fucking long, in it？
10.Career Opportunities
Lyricist：Mick Jones, John Mellor
They offered me the office, offered me the shop
They said, I better take anything they got
Do you wanna make tea at the BBC？
Do you wanna be, do you wanna be a cop？
Career opportunities are the ones that never knock
Every job they offer you is to keep out the dock
Career opportunities, the ones that never knock
I hate the army and I hate the R.A.F
I don't wanna go fighting in the tropical heat
I hate the civil service rules
I won't open letter bombs for you
Career opportunities
Career opportunities
Career opportunities are the ones that never knock
Bus driver
And the ambulance man
And the ticket inspector
Don't understand
They're gonna have to introduce conscription
They're gonna have to take away my prescription
If they wanna get me making toys
If they wanna get me, well, I got not choice
Career opportunities are the ones that never knock
Every job they offer you is to keep out the dock
Career opportunities, the ones that never knock
Careers
Careers
Careers
Ain't a-never gonna knock
11.Lightning Strikes (Not Once but Twice)
Lyricist：Mick Jones, John Mellor
Now lightning strikes in old New York
It may be dark but I wanna talk
It might rain, it might snow
Too many things that I got to know
If this is spring then it's time to sing
Never mind the lil' birdies wing
Look out, look out, old New York
New York's coming an' New York talks
Hey, strike! Not once
Strike! But twice
Get out your money, peel a slab
Roll some notes an' hail a cab
Drive in church drive in back
Drive down Seventh in a tank
Take in the sights, feel the breeze
See New York's one and only tree
It can be found in Garbage park
But don't inspect it after dark
Strike! New York! Lightning!
Not once but twice
Accidental hike in the transit strike
Roller skate or ride a bike
Three to a car, Brooklyn Bridge
You won't get far if you're privileged
Graffiti Jack sprays in black
An Englishman, can he read it back？
Deli Joe he ought to know
He runs the gang on Pastrami Row
Strike! Lightning
Strike!
Because glass to glass, street to street
Buildings touch St. Peter's feet
From car to bar, from Prez to Shah
Everything is in the jar
4 winds blow 'cause the 4 winds know
Takes a special hustle to make a roll
Honey girl on her feet
I wish everything to make her sweet
Strike twice
Okay so roll
From Harlem, strike one
Lightining strike
Harlem slum to penthouse block
On every door I already knocked
There wasn't anybody that I didn't leave alone
Somebody lying under every stone
Everything that a man could need
Is in a bag down by my knee
That looks good, this ain't got seeds
Cheaper than booze down in the bowery
Lightning strike! Old New York!
Everything's light! Strike!
Hey ho, such a night
I'll see y'all when the lightning strike
A polaroid caught in the act
You're married too and that's a fact
But I won't peek and I won't squeak
Down by the trucks on Christopher Street
It's Cuban Day, Oi Vey
Chinese New Year let's call it a day
Stike! Lightening! Yeah
Hey Chi man that melody is Puerto Rican
Hey Chi man is what he's speaking
An' there's the road down into London Town
Where many cars get broken down
It's the Westway from Ladbroke Grove
Runs down to Old Hounslow
Just thought I'd mention the new extension
That run's down the 59th street intersection
Did you hear the news y'all？
London Town on the Broadway
Strike!
12.One More Time
Lyricist：Mick Jones, Joe Strummer
Must I get a witness for all this misery？
There's no need to, brothers, everybody can see
That it's, one more time in the ghetto
You know, one more time if you please, now？
One more time to the dying man
They say, â½One more time if you please？â
The old lady kicks karate
For just a little walk down the street
The little baby, he knows Kung Fu
He tries it on those he meets
'Cos it's a one more time
You don't need no silicone to calculate poverty
Watch when Watts town burns again
The bus goes to Montgomery
'Cos it's a one more time in the ghetto
One more time if you please
One more time for the dying man
One more time to be free
13.The Leader
Lyricist：Mick Jones, John Mellor
Atom secrets, secret leaflet
Have the boys found the leak yet？
The molehill sets the wheel in motion
His downfall picks up locomotion
You gotta give the people
Something good to read
On a Sunday
Now, the leader's wife takes a government car
In the dark to meet her minister
But the leader never leaves his door ajar
As he swings his whip from the Boer war
The people must have
Something good to read
On a Sunday
He wore a leather mask for his dinner guests
Totally nude and with deep respect
Proposed a toast to the votes he gets
The feeling of power and the thought of sex
The people must have
Something good to read
On a Sunday
Now the girl let the fat man touch her
Vodka fumes and the feel of a vulture
The driver waited in the embassy car
The fat man's trap was set for capture
So the girl let the thin man touch her
Mixing questions, drunken laughter
The ministry car was waiting there
A minister knows his own affair
The people must have
Something good to read
On a Sunday
14.Somebody Got Murdered
Lyricist：Mick Jones, John Mellor
Someone lights a cigarette
While riding in a car
Some ol' guy, takes a swing
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've been very tempted
To grab it from the till
I've been very hungry
But not enough to kill
Somebody got murdered
Somebody's dead forever
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？
Sounds like murder!
Those scoop!
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？
15.Let's Go Crazy
Lyricist：Mick Jones, John Mellor
Summon up the mas
Play on the pan
Staring dreads are jerking their locks
As the white star liner sank in the docks
But on the drummers face, there is a look of dread
As he drums away 400 years of dread
The dancer man-in the power of mas
Is smoking to the mighty sparrow's blast
But you better be careful
You still got to watch, watch yourself
You wanna be crazy
So you wanna go crazy
Let's go crazy
So you wanna be crazy
Then let's go crazy
Let's go crazy
The lawful force
Are here of course
For special offenders
For the special court
But the young men know when the sun has set
Darkness comes to settle the debt
Owed by a year of S.U.S. and suspect
Indiscriminate use of the power of arrest
They're waiting for the sun to set
They're waiting for the sun to set
So you wanna go crazy
So you wanna be crazy
Let's go crazy
So you wanna go crazy
Then let's go crazy
Let's go crazy
The mighty observer
Who keeps his cabinets hot
A great meeting of rhythm and face
A humming of values and a children's place
But the sticks man gives the copper good excuse
To shut off the ganja and control the juice
To control the juice
To control the juice
So take it on crazy
So take it on crazy
Let's go crazy
So take it on crazy
So take it on crazy
Let's go crazy
Bricks and bottles, corrugated iron
Shields and helmets, carnival time
So take it on crazy
'N moa ambassa
So take it on crazy
Sledgehammer sound
So take it on crazy
Ray symbolic
So take it on crazy
From jamdown town
16.Rebel Waltz
Lyricist：Mick Jones, John Mellor
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 camp-fires
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 song 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 carriage 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
17.One More Dub
Lyricist：Mick Jones, Joe Strummer
Stop wastin' time
Right
One more breath
One more time in the ghetto
And one more time if you please
One
One more time for the dying man
One more time if you please now
One more time
18.The Sound of the Sinners
Lyricist：Mick Jones, John Mellor
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 message on the tablets
Was Valium
The planets form
That golden cross, Lord
I'll see You on
The holy crossroads
After all this time
To believe in Jesus
After all these drugs
I thought I was Him
After all my lying and crying
And the suffering
I ain't good enough
I ain't clean enough
To be Him, no, no
The tribal wars
Are 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, by, by
After all these years
To believe in Jesus
After all these drugs
I thought I was Him
After all my lying and crying
And the suffering
I ain't good enough
I ain't clean enough
To be Him, no, no
Take one now
To Las Vegas
Give me success
To roll
Holy rollers roll
After all this time
To believe in Jesus
After all these drugs
I thought I was Him
After all my lying and crying
And the suffering
I ain't good enough
I ain't clean enough
To be Him, no, no
After all those years
To believe in Jesus
After all those drugs
I thought I was Him
After all my lying and crying
And the suffering
I ain't good enough
And I ain't clean enough
To be Him, take one now
Holy rollers roll
After all this time
To believe in Jesus
After all those drugs
I thought I was Him
After all my lying and crying
And the suffering
I ain't good enough
I ain't clean enough
To be Him, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
19.Something About England
Lyricist：Mick Jones, John Mellor
They say immigrants steal the hubcaps
Of the respected gentlemen
They say it would be wine an' roses
If England were for Englishmen again
I saw a dirty overcoat at the foot of the pillar of the road
Propped inside was an old man whose time would not erode
When the night was snapped by sirens those blue lights circled
past
The dance hall 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 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 written
red
In five long years of bullets and shells left ten million dead
The few returned to old Piccadilly we limped around Leicester
Square
The world was busy rebuilding itself the architects could not
care
How could we know when I was young all the changes 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
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 out in the bed sits
Old England was all alone
20.The Crooked Beat
Lyricist：Paul Simonon
Start the car, let's make a midnight run
Across the river to South London
To dance to the latest hi-fi sound
Of the bass, guitar and drum
Seeking out a rhythm that can take the tension off
Stepping in and out of that crooked, crooked beat
Take a piece of cloth, a coin for thirst
For the sweat will start to run
With a cymbal splash, a word of truth
And a rocking bass and drum
Seeking out a rhythm that can take the tension on
Stepping in and out of that crooked, crooked beat
One by one they come on down
From the tower blocks of my home town
Stepping with the rhythm of the musical beat
Drowning out the pressures of the crooked street
Seeking out a rhythm that can take the tension on
Stepping in and out of that crooked, crooked beat
It has crooked pas, this crooked street
Where cars patrol this crooked beat
Badges flash and sirens roll
They'll be taking one and all to jail
Oh Prance, Prance, you want a law to dance？
This particular one is a crooked, crooked street
Start the car, let's make a midnight run
Across the river to South London
To dance to the latest hi-fi sound
Of the bass, guitar and drum
Seeking out a
This particular one is a crooked, crooked street
21.Kingston Advice
Lyricist：Mick Jones, John Mellor
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
In these days, don't beg for life
Wanna take Kingston advice？
Oh please, don't beg for your life
In these days the beat is militant
Must be a clash, there's no alternative
In these days, nations are militant
We have slavery under government
In these days in the firmament
I look for signs that are permanent
In these days with no love to give
The world will turn with no one left to live
In these days, don't beg for life
Wanna take Kingston advice？
Oh please, don't beg for your life
In these days
In these days, I don't know what to do
The more I see, the more I'm destitute
In these days, I don't know what to sing
The more I know, the less my tune can swing
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, all the people run
In these days, let the boy have gun
In these days
22.Ivan Meets G.I. Joe
Lyricist：Topper Headon, Mick Jones, Joe Strummer
So you're on the floor, at 54
Think you can last at the palace
Does your body go to the to and fro？
Tonight's the night, oh didn't you know
That Ivan meets G.I. Joe
Ivan meets G.I. Joe
Ivan meets G.I. Joe
Ivan meets G.I. Joe
He tried his tricks, that Ruskie bear
The United Nations said it's all fair
He did the radiation, he did the chemical plague
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
Ivan meet G.I. Joe
Ivan meet G.I. Joe
Ivan meet G.I. Joe
Ivan meet G.I. Joe
Ivan meet G.I. Joe
Ivan meet G.I. Joe
Ivan meet G.I. Joe
It was G.I. Joe's turn to blow
He turned it on cool and slow
He tried a pay phone 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
Ivan meet G.I. Joe
Ivan meet G.I. Joe
Ivan meet G.I. Joe
Ivan meet G.I. Joe
23.Midnight Log
Lyricist：Mick Jones, John Mellor
Working for the devil you'll have to pay his tax
That means going to see him down among the racks
You don't believe in him, but he can wait for you
You do his work so fine he'll remember you
He'll remember you
Worried for my friend as he shows me round the flat
Where I don't wanna find him his lips an' eyelids black
He don't believe my speech that lines can and should be drawn
Like if he had a shotgun the barrels would be spawn
The barrels would be spawn
Swallowed by the river, swollen by the rains
That leaking' old computer of fingerprints and names
Swimming in the river that floods the neighborhood
I would call to you but it would do no good
But it would do no good
Voting for the law that's the general occupation
First comes the public safety, second comes the nation
You won't believe me now but there's been some illumination
The wisest cops have realized they fucked the operation
They fuck
Cooking up the books a respected occupation
The anchor and foundation of multi-corporations
They don't believe in crime, they don't know that it exists
But to understand what's right and wrong, the lawyers work in
shifts
The lawyers work in shifts
And speaking of the devil he ain't been seen for years
'Crept every 20 min he zooms between me ears
I don't believe in books, but I read all the time
For ciphers to the riddles and reasons to the rhymes
24.The Street Parade
Lyricist：Mick Jones, John Mellor
When I was waiting for your phone call
The one that never come
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 my broken heart
And take it home in parts
But I will never fade
Or get lost in this daze
Though I will disappear
Into the street parade
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
25.Hitsville U.K.
Lyricist：Mick Jones, Joe Strummer
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 thousand sales
Just as if, as if there was
Hitsville in U.K
I know the boy was all alone
Till the Hitsville hit U.K
Remember they say true talent
Will always emerge in time
When lightening hits small wonder
It's fast rough factory time
No expense accounts or lunch discounts
Or hyping up the charts
The band went in and knocked 'em dead
In two minitues fifty nine
I know the boy was all alone
Till the Hitsville hit U.K, so hit it
No slimy deals with smarmy eels
In Hitsville U.K
Let's shake and say, we'll operate
In Hitsville U.K
I know the boy was all alone
Till the Hitsville hit U.K
The mutants, creeps and muscle men
Are shaking like a leaf
It blows a hole in the radio
When it hasn't sounded good all week
A mike an' boom in your living room
In Hitsville U.K
No consumer trials, no I.O.R
In Hitsville U.K
I know the boy felt all alone
Till the Hitsville hit U.K
Now the boys and girls are not alone
Now that Hitsville hit U.K
I know the boys and girls are not alone
Now that Hitsville hit U.K
I know the boys and girls are not alone
Now that Hitsville hit U.K
I know the boys and girls are not alone
Now that Hitsville hit U.K
26.Charlie Don't Surf
Lyricist：Mick Jones, John Mellor
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 girls
One truth is we never learn
Satellites will make space burn
We've been told to keep the strangers out
We don't like them starting to hang around
We don't like them all over town
Across the world we are going to blow them down
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
The reign of the super powers must be over
So many armies can't free the earth
Soon the rock will roll over
Africa is choking on their Coca Cola
It's a one a way street in a one horse town
One way people starting to brag around
You can laugh, put them down
These one way people gonna blow us down, 'coz
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
Charlie don't surf he'll never learn
Charlie don't surf though he's got a gun
Charlie don't surf think that he should
Charlie don't surf we really think that he should
Charlie don't surf, Charlie don't surf
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 don't surf
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 don't surf
27.Up in Heaven (Not Only Here)
Lyricist：Mick Jones, John Mellor
The towers of London, these crumbling rocks
Reality estates that the hero's got
And every hour's marked by the chime of a clock
And whatcha gonna do when the darkness surrounds？
You can piss in the lifts which have broken down
You can watch from the debris the last bedroom light
We're invisible here just past midnight
And the wives hate their husbands and their husbands don't care
Their children daub slogans to prove they lived there
A giant pipe organ up in the air
You can't live in a home which should not have been built
By the bourgeoisie clerks who bear no guilt
When the wind hits this building this building it tilts
One day it will surely fall to the ground
Fear is just another commodity here
They sell us peeping holes to peek when we hear
A bang on the door resoundingly clear
Who would really want to move in here？
The children play faraway, the corridors are bare
This room is a cage it's like captivity
How can anyone exist in such misery？
It has been said not only here
Allianza dollars are spent
To raise the towering buildings
For the weary bones of the workers
To go back in the morning
It has been said not only here
Allianza dollars are spent
To raise the towering buildings
For the weary bones of the workers
To be strong in the morning
To go back in the disappearing
It has been said till there is no buildings
Allianza dollars are spent
To raise the towering buildings
For the weary bones of the workers
To be strong in the morning
28.Broadway
Lyricist：Mick Jones, John Mellor
'It ain't my fault it's 6 o'clock in the morning'
He said coming out of the night
When he found I had no coins to bum
He began to testify
Born in a depression
Born out of good luck
Born into misery
In the back of a truck
I'm telling you this mister
Don't be put off by looks
I been in the ring
Oh the loneliness
Used to knock me out harder than the rest
And I've worked for breakfast and I ain't had no lunch
Been on delivery and received every punch
Then suddenly I noticed
That it weren't quite the same
Feel different one morning
Maybe it was the rain
Everywhere I looked all over the city
They're runnin' in an out of the bars
Someone stopped for a pick-up
Driving one of those cars
You see I always wanted one of those cars
Long black n' shiny and pull up to the bars
Honk your horn, put down your windows
push yer button hear it coming in
You can say I can see the light
I can see the light roll
You forward, drive
Green lights, green lights
Intersection city coming
Running comeback
Home I run back
Not that strong now
Yes who's there now？
Can I help you？
Calling intel
Station light
Did you put your money in？ Did you put your money in？
Yes I put it in, yes I put it in, and I can see the light
Go, go, go it say go, I say go
She say go, so we say go
'Cause I can see the light
All night, tonight, this night, right now
Coming on, coming on, forward motion, across the ocean
And up the hills, yeh boys let's strike for the hills
While that petrol tank is full
Gimme a push, gimme a pull
Gimme a llama, gimme a mule
Gimme a donkey or gimme a horse
Down the avenue
Down the avenue
So fine
In style
29.Washington Bullets
Lyricist：Mick Jones, John Mellor
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
As every cell in Chile will tell
The cries of the tortured men
Remember Allende and the days before
Before the army came
Please remember Victor Jara, in the Santiago stadium
Es verdad, those Washington bullets again
And in the Bay of Pigs in 1961
Havana fought the playboy in the Cuban sun
For Castro is a color is a redder than red
Those Washington bullets want Castro dead
For Castro is the color
That will earn you a spray of lead
Sandinista
For the very first time ever
When they had a revolution in Nicaragua
There was no interference from America
Human rights in America
The people fought the leader and up he flew
With no Washington bullets what else could he do？
Sandinista
An' if you can find a Afghan rebel
That the Moscow bullets missed
Ask him what he thinks of voting communist
Ask the Dalai Lama in the hills of Tibet
How many monks did the Chinese get？
In a war torn swamp stop any mercenary
An' check the British bullets in his armory
Sandinista
Que？
Sandinista
Sandinista
30.The Call Up
Lyricist：Topper Headon, Mick Jones, Joe Strummer
It's up to you not to heed the call up
And you must not act the way you were brought up
Who knows the reason why you have grown up？
Who knows the plans or why they were drawn up？
It's up to you not to hear the call up
I don't wanna die
It's up to you not to hear the call up
I don't wanna kill
For he who will die
Is he who will kill
Maybe I wanna see the wheat fields
Over Kiev and down to the sea
It's up to you not to hear the call up
I don't wanna die
It's up to you not to hear the call up
I don't wanna kill
All the young people down the ages
They gladly marched off to die
Proud city fathers used to watch them
Tears in their eyes
It's up to you not to hear the call up
I don't wanna die
It's up to you not to hear the call up
I don't wanna kill
For he who will die
Is he who will kill
There is a rose that I want to live for
Although God knows, I may not have met her
There is a dance and I should be with her
There is a town unlike any other
It's up to you not to hear the call up
You must not act the way you were brought up
Who gives you work and why should you do it？
At fifty-five minutes past eleven, there is a rose, yeah!
It's up to you not to hear the call up
It's up to you not to hear the call up
Don't wanna die
There is a rose that I want to live for
It's up to you not to hear the call up
31.The Equaliser
Lyricist：Mick Jones, Joe Strummer
No! Gangboss no!
We don't want the whip!
As you get weaker
We don't want no gangboss
We want to equalize
We gang, we want to equalize till
No! Gangboss no!
We don't want the whip!
As you get weaker, it will get harder
So don't be like them
Your bones of effort and strength
Don't sell out to them
We don't want no gangboss
We want to equalize
We don't want no gangboss
We want to equalize
To my father's father's father work was no joy
When his son, grown of age, you've got to work now my boy
Father, father's father, they've had to work hard boy
Never ceasing for many years, want to follow that boy？
We don't want no gangboss
We want to equalize
We don't want no gangboss
We want to equalize
Till half and half is equalized, oh put down the tools
See the car, see the house, see the fabulous jewels
See the world you have built in with shoulders of iron
See the world but it is not yours say the stealers of Zion
We don't want no gangboss
We want to equalize
We don't need no gangboss
We want to equalize
Geneva, Wall street
Who makes them so fat？
Well well, me an' you
Better think about that in overdrive
Till humanize is equalize
Oh, put down the tools
Every face on every side
Throw down the tools
We don't want no gangboss
We want to equalize
We don't need no gangboss
We need to equalize
Going 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 need to equalize
We don't need no gangboss
We need to equalize
Move me on
32.Corner Soul
Lyricist：Mick Jones, John Mellor
Is the music of grove skin rock
Soaked in the diesel of war 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
That total war must burn on the grove
Does it mean I should take my machete
To chop our way through the path of life？
Does it mean I should run with the dog pack
Is that the way to be the one to survive？
'You never need a gun', says Tai Chi
Move on up to dragon snaps his tail
Fall back on still waters
Hammer with his eye on the nail
And is the music of grove skin rock
Soaked in the diesel of war boys war？
Blood, black gold and the face of a judge
Is the music calling for a river of blood？
Spread the word tonight please, Sammy
They're searchin' every house on the grove
But don't go alone now, Sammy
The wind has blown away the corner soul
Tell them news for me, Sammy
They're searchin' every place on the grove
But don't go down alone now, Sammy
The wind has blown away the corner soul
And is the music of grove skin rock
Soaked in the diesel of war boys war？
Blood, black gold and the face of a judge
Is the music calling for a river of blood？
Is the music calling for war boys war？
Is the music calling for a river of blood？
War boys war
Is the music calling for a river of blood？
33.Version City
Lyricist：Mick Jones, John Mellor
There is a train at Version city
Waiting for the rhythm mail
If you can jump then jump right now
She can pull you through to better days
Is that the train that they speak of
The one I heard in my younger days
All great bluesmen have rode her
I'm jumpin' up gonna ride that train
There's a lonely soul out on the crossroads
He's waiting there in the pouring rain
He's looking for that great ride yeah
That'll take him to oh what's her name？
So I rode that train from Version city
For ninety-nine an' one half days
I never heard such rhythm sound
It was in my soul which was on the train
We went straight through Syndrum junction
Up an' over the Acapella pass
Then Gibson town and Fenderville
All stations to the mesa boogie ranch
We saw that soul out on the cross roads
Waitin' there in the pouring rain
We called hey engine slow your rhythms
See he wants to ride the version train
We rode that train from Version city
For ninety-nine and one half years
I never seen such funky country
While riding with the engineers
I could not fill no application
Before I rode this rhythm train
I could not work at my station
Before I rode the version train
There is a train, there is a train at Version city
Waiting for the rhythm mail
If you can jump then jump right now
She can pull you through to better days
She can pull you through to better days
Pull you through to better days
Pull you through to better days
Pull you through to better days
34.Living in Fame
Lyricist：Topper Headon, Mick Jones, Paul Simonon, Joe Strummer
So you've got to live up to your name
Or else I'll put you to shame, listen
If you say you a selector
You a fe have good selection
A-and I say if you say you a de special
Man, I say I want to know your potential
You a say you a madness
You a say you a de best
But when I put you 'pon you feet
A-some a-some a say you can't play de beat
And I hear you say a Clash a you ruler
Say a Clash sound cooler, eh
Say a Clash sound sweeter
And now-a-days man a measure mile in a meter, eh
Live up to your name
Or else you die in shame
A-and a so me say fe live up to your name
A so me tell you say you die in shame
Some a dem a bodysnatcher
Some a dem a barracuda, eh
But who a know fe me Jah Jah
Fe me Jah a me creator, eh
Flying saucers, rock-and-roll
Natty Dread a fe be in control
It's all in the whirlwind
I say you've gone with the blockhead
A-and I say me say dat some a dem a Sex Pistol
Nipple erectors
And I'll tell you 'bout the X-generation
Me know dem a victimed
'Cause dem no know fe me sweet Jah Jah, eh
Clash a you ruler
Say a Clash sound cooler
A-and I tell you say a Clash sound sweeter
And now-a-days man measure mile in a meter
A none a dem deh measure gallon in a litre
And I tell you say me know dem a cheat ya
'Cause when you living inna fame
You got to live up to your name
Or else a suffer and you die inna shame
And I tell you say it's all in the game, eh
Some a say dem a selector
Dem a fe have good selection
Or else deh moving in the wrong direction
And deh no know dis a reggae vibration
A-and a so me say a Clash a you ruler
And dis ya one a say it a musically cooler, eh
Me say fe live up to your name
Or else you suffer and you die inna shame
'Cause when you living inna fame
A so me tell you say it's all in the game
And so me talkin' about
Specials and madness beats
Flying saucers, rock-and-roll
See you gone in the whirlwind
A-and I tell you say, a you a de blockhead
And some will tell you dat you dreader than dread
And a-some a say a Clash a you ruler
See a Clash sound cooler, aaye
Clash sound sweeter
Man a measure mile in a meter, eh
When you living inna fame
You got to live up to your name
Or else you suffer and you die inna shame
It's all in the game, eh
This is the game of life
We no wa' no strife
Game of life
We no wa' no strife, no no
Don't, no no no no
Fuckin' hell Mickey
35.Version Pardner
Lyricist：Headon Nicholas Bowen, Jones Michael Geoffrey, Mellor John,
Simonon Paul Gustave
Down the road came a Junco Partner
For he was loaded as can be
He was knocked out, knocked out loaded
He was a'wobblin' all over the street
Singing six
Six
Well, I would have me a great deal of money
Yeah and a-mighty
Give me Junco
Down
Down
Junco Partner
Well, I'm down
Down the road
36.Junco Partner
Lyricist：Headon Nicholas Bowen, Jones Michael Geoffrey, Mellor John,
Simonon Paul Gustave
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
Serving fourteen to ninety nine
Well I wish I had me one million dollars
Oh, one million to call my own, call my own
I would raise me, and say, 'Grow for me baby'
Raise me a tobacco farm
Take a walk, take a walk
Junco Partner
Well, when I had me a great deal of money
Yeah, I had mighty good things all over town
Now I ain't got no more money
All of my good friends they're putting me down
So now I gotta pawn my ratchet and pistol
Yeah I'm gonna pawn my watch and chain, chain, chain
I would have pawned my sweet Gabriella
But the smart girl she wouldn't sign her name
Down the road, down the road, down the road
Down the road came a Junco Partner
Boy, he was loaded as can be
He was knocked out, knocked out loaded, loaded, loaded, loaded
He was 'wobblin' all over the street
Take a walk, I can't walk
Down the road came a Junco Partner
Hey mister he called out to me
And it was three things he said
Junco Partner
Well I'm down, yes I'm getting thirsty
Pour me out a good beer, when I'm dry
Just, just give me whiskey, when I'm thirsty
Well give me headstone when I die
Down the road
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