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London calling to the faraway towns
Now that war is declared-and battle come down London calling to the underworld Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls London calling, now don't look at us All that phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust London calling, see we ain't got no swing 'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing CHORUS The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin A nuclear error, but I have no fear London is drowning-and I live by the river London calling to the imitation zone Forget it, brother, an' go it alone London calling upon the zombies of death Quit holding out-and draw another breath London calling-and I don't wanna shout But when we were talking-I saw you nodding out London calling, see we ain't got no highs Except for that one with the yellowy eyes CHORUS Now get this London calling, yeah, I was there, too An' you know what they said? Well, some of it was true! London calling at the top of the dial After all this, won't you give me a smile? I never felt so much a' like |
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| 2. |
| 2:08 |
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Driiiiiiiive!!!
Driiiiiiiive!!! 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 comin' back!" Baby, baby, won't you hear my plea? C'mon, sugar, just come on back to me She said, "Balls to you, Big Daddy." She ain't never coming back! Baby, baby, won't you hear my plea? Oh c'mon, just hear my plea She said, "Balls to you, Daddy." She ain't coming back to me Baby, baby drove up in a Cadillac I said, "Jesus Christ! Where'd you get that cadillac?" She said, "Balls to you, Daddy." She ain't never coming back! |
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| 3. |
| 3:55 |
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The police walked in for Jimmy Jazz
I said, he ain't here, but he sure went past Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Jazz Sattamassagana for Jimmy Dread Cut off his ears and chop off his head Police came looking for Jimmy Jazz So if you're gonna take a message 'cross this town Maybe put it down somewhere over the other side See it gets to Jimmy Jazz Don't you bother me, not anymore I can't take this tale, oh, no more It's all around, Jimmy Jazz J-a-zee zee J-a-zed zed J-a-zed zed Jimmy Jazz And then it sucks, he said, suck that! So go look all around, you can try your luck, brother ANd see what you found But I guarantee that it ain't your day Chop! Chop! |
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| 4. |
| 2:44 |
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Well, I got a friend who's a man
What man? The man who keeps me from the lovely He gives me what I need What you need? What you got? I need it all so badly CHORUS Oh, anything I want he gives it to me Anything I want he gives it, but not for free It's hateful And it's paid for and I'm so grateful to be nowhere This year I've lost some friends Some friends? What friends? I dunno, I ain't even noticed You see, I gotta go out again Again? My friend I gotta see that mainman I killed all my nerves My nerves? What swerves? And I can't drive so steady I've lost my memory My mind? Behind! I can't see so clearly CHORUS |
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| 5. |
| 3:29 |
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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 REALISE 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! |
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| 6. |
| 3:19 |
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Spanish songs in Andaluc?
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 in a DC 10 tonight CHORUS Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito Yo te quiero, oh mi coraz? Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito Yo te quiero, oh mi coraz? 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 se?rita'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 Andaluc?, mandolina, oh mi coraz? Spanish songs in Granada, oh mi coraz? |
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| 7. |
| 3:54 |
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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!!!! |
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| 8. |
| 3:47 |
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CHORUS
I'm all lost in the supermarket I can no longer shop happily I came in here for that 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 Over which I never could see I heard the people who lived on the ceiling Scream and fight most scarily Hearing that noise was my first ever feeling That's how it's been all around me CHORUS I'm all tuned in, I see all the programmes I save coupons from packets of tea I've got my giant hit discoteque album I empty a bottle and I feel a bit free The kids in the halls and the pipes in the walls Make me noises for company Long distance callers make long distance calls And the silence makes me lonely CHORUS And it's not hear It disappear I'm all lost |
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| 9. |
| 3:49 |
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What are we gonna do now?
Taking off his turban, they said, is this man a Jew? 'Cause they're working for the clampdown They put up a poster saying we earn more than you! When we're working for the clampdown We will teach our twisted speech To the young believers We will train our blue-eyed men To be young believers The judge said five to ten-but I say double that again I'm not working for the clampdown No man born with a living soul Can be working for the clampdown Kick over the wall 'cause government's to fall How can you refuse it? Let fury have the hour, anger can be power D'you know that you can use it? The voices in your head are calling Stop wasting your time, there's nothing coming Only a fool would think someone could save you The men at the factory are old and cunning You don't owe nothing, so boy get runnin' It's the best years of your life they want to steal You grow up and you calm down You're working for the clampdown You start wearing the blue and brown You're working for the clampdown So you got someone to boss around It makes you feel big now You drift until you brutalize You made your first kill now In these days of evil presidentes Working for the clampdown But lately one or two has fully paid their due For working for the clampdown But ha! Gitalong! Gitalong! And I've given away no secrets Who's barmy now? |
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| 3:10 |
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When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun When the law break in How you gonna go? Shot down on the pavement Or waiting on death row You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton The money feels good And your life you like it well But surely your time will come As in heaven, as in hell You see, he feels like Ivan Born under the Brixton sun His game is called survivin' At the end of the harder they come You know it means no mercy They caught him with a gun No need for the Black Maria Goodbye to the Brixton sun You can crush us You can bruise us Yes, even shoot us But oh-the guns of Brixton When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun You can crush us You can bruise us Yes, even shoot us But oh-the guns of Brixton Shot down on the pavement Waiting in death row His game is called survivin' As in heaven as in hell You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton |
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| 3:10 |
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Stagger Lee met Billy and they go down to gambling
Stagger Lee throwed seven Billy said that he throwed eight So Billy said, hey Stagger! I'm gonna make my big attack I'm gonna have to leave my knife in your back Why do you try to cheat? And trample people under your feet Don't you know it is wrong? To cheat the trying man So you better stop, it is the wrong 'em boyo You lie, steal, cheat and deceit In such a small, small game Don't you know it is wrong Billy Boy has been shot And Stagger Lee's come out on top Don't you know it is wrong To cheat the trying man To cheat Stagger man You'd better stop So you must start all over again-all over again You got to play it, Billy, play, You got to play it, Billy, play And you will find it is the right 'em boyo But if you must lie and deceit And trample people under your feet Don't you know it is wrong It is the wrong 'em boyo |
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| 3:55 |
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Every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the
world And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl Love 'n' hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands The hands that slap his kids around 'Cause they don't understand How death or glory becomes just another story How death or glory becomes just another story 'N' every gimmick hungry Yob digging gold from rock 'n' roll Grabs the mike to tell us He'll die before he's sold But i believe in this-and It's been tested by research That he who fucks nun will later join the church From every dingy basement on every dingy street I hear every dragging handclap over Every dragging beat That's just the beat of time-the beat That must go on If you been trying for years-then We already heard your song |
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| 13. |
| 1:48 |
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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 Koke adds life where there isn't any So freeze, man, freeze It's the pause that refreshes In the corridors of power When top men need a top up long before the happy hour Your snakeskin suit and your alligator boot You won't need a launderette, You can send them to the vet! I get my advice from the advertising world Treat me nice says the party girl Koke adds life where there isn't any So freeze, man, freeze Koka Kola advertising and kokaine Strolling down the Broadway in the rain Neon light sign says it I read it in the paper-they're crazy! Suit your life, maybe so In the White House-I know All Over Berlin (they've been doing it for years) And in Manhattan! Coming through the door is a snub nose 44 What the barrel can't snort it can spatter on the floor Your eyeballs feel like pinballs And your tongue feels like a fish You're leaping from the windows-saying don't Ayaiiiiirrrghhh! *@!!*@!!*! Don't give me none of this! I get good advice from the advertising world Treat me nice says the party girl Koke adds life where there isn't any So freeze, man, freeze Hit the deck! |
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| 3:49 |
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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! To the opium den and the barroom gin In the Belmont chair playing violins The gambler's face cracks into a grin As he lays down the king of spades But the dealer just stares There's something wrong here, he thinks The gambler is seized and forced to his knees And shot dead He only wanted more time Away from the darkest door But his luck it gave in As the dawn light crept in And he lay on the floor From the Hundred Year War to the Crimea With a lance and a musket and a Roman spear To all of the men who have stood with no fear In the service of the King Before you met your fate be sure you Did not forsake your lover May not be around anymore |
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| 4:03 |
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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 When you make lovers rock But woops! there goes the strength that you need To make real cool lovers rock 'Cause a genuine lover takes off his clothes And he can make a lover in a thousand go's An' she don't need that thing that she had to swallow |
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| 2:56 |
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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 One was over the edge, one was over the cliff One was lickin' em dry with a bloody great spliff When they picked up the hiker He didn't want the lift From the horsemen But you! You're not searching, are you now? You're not looking anyhow You're never gonna ride that lonely mile Or put yourself up on trial Oh, you told me how your life was so bad An' I agree that it does seem sad But that's the price that you gotta pay If you're lazing all around all day Four horsement coming right through Four horsemen and they're pissing by you They make you look like you're wearing a truss Four hosemen and it's gonna be us Well they gave useverything For bending the mind ANd we cleaned out their pockets And we drank 'em blind IT's a long way to the finish So don't get left behind By those horsemen And they gave us the grapes that went ripe in the sun That loosen the scews at the back of the tongue But we still told nothing 'bout what was to come Four horsemen |
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| 3:06 |
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If it's true that a rich man leads a sad life
N' that's what they from day to day Then what do all the poor do with their lives? Have nothing to say on judgment day? I've been beat up, I've been thrown Out but I'm not down, I'm not down I've been shown up, but I've grown up And I'm not down, I'm not down On my own I faced a gang of jeering in strange streets When my nerves were pumping and I Fought my fear in, I did not run I was not done And I have lived that kind of day When one of your sorrows will go away It goes down and down and hit the floor Down and down and down some more Depression But I now there'll be some way When I can swing everything back my way Like skyscrapers rising up Floor by floor, I'm not giving up So you rock around and think that You're the toughest In the world, the whole wide world But you're streets away from where It gets the roughest You ain't been there |
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| 5:33 |
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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 Arl-right 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 strete And I ai't got no time for that |
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| 3:10 |
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Say you stand by your man
Tell me something I don't understand You said you love me and that's a fact Then you left me, said you felt trapped Well some things you can explain away But my heartache's in me till this day CHORUS Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way All the times When we were close I'll remember these things the most I see all my dreams come tumbling down I won't be happy without you around So all alone I keep the wolves at bay There is only one thing that I can say CHORUS You must explain why this must be Did you lie when you spoke to me Did you stand by me No, not at all Now I got a job But it don't pay I need new clothes I need somewhere to stay But without all these things I can do But without your love I won't make it through But you don't understand my point of view I suppose there's nothing I can do CHORUS You must explain why this must be Did you lie when you spoke to me? Did you stand by me Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way Did you stand by me No, not at all Did you stand by me No way |
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