Cover di Super Black Market Clash

Super Black Market Clash
Compilation - 1993 - Debaser id 13402

di The Clash

In 1977 I hope I go to heaven
I've 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

In 1977
Knives in West 11
Lent so lucky to be rich
Sten guns in Knightsbridge

Danger stranger
You better paint your face
No Elvis, Beatles or The Rolling Stones
In 1977

In 1977
You're on the never never
You think it can't go on forever
But the papers say it's better
I don't care 'cos I'm not all there
No Elvis, Beatles or The Rolling Stones

In 1977
Sod the Jubilee
In 1978
In 1979
Stayed in bed
In 1980
In 1981
The toilet don't work
In 1982
In 1983
Here comes the police
In 1984
Il tuo voto:
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
Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors

An' I'll tell you 'bout Pete, didn't want no fame
Gave all his money away
"Well there's something wrong, it'll be good for you, son"
And so they certified him insane

And then there's Keith, waiting for trial
Twenty-five thousand bail
If he goes down you won't hear his sound
But his friends carry on anyway
Fuck 'em!
Jail guitar doors
54/46 was my number
Jail guitar doors
Right now someone else has that number
Il tuo voto:
The prisoner meets the muppet hi-fi
North of watford junction
We get in but we don't have fun
An' we leave before the truncheons
So it's back to watch the day to day
Saga of working people
Hanging out the washing and clipping coupons
And generally being decent

Johnny too bad meets johnny be good
In the charing cross road
That's the only thing that happened today
Says the west end jungle code
And all the germans and all the french
Jam themselves down the tube
And re-enact the second world war
While the rude boys get rude!

And i look to my left
And i look to my right
And i'm looking for a man
I'm looking for a sign
I don't wanna be the prisoner

The prisoner lives in camden town
Selling revolution
The prisoner loads his tracking arm up
With self-disillusion
Your mother does the washing up
Your old man digs the garden
You're only free to dodge the cops
An' bunk the train to stardom
Il tuo voto:
It is you, oh yeah
It is you, oh yeah

I said a pressure drop,
Oh pressure, oh yeah
Pressure's gonna drop on you
I said pressure drop
Oh pressure, oh yeah
Pressure's gonna drop on you

I said when it drops
Oh you gonna feel it
Oh that you were doin' it wrong, wrong, wrong
Now when it drops
Oh you gonna feel it
That you were doin' it wrong and how

I said when it drops
You gonna feel it
That you've been doin' it wrong
Now when it drops, drop
You gonna feel it
That you've been doin' wrong

Now when it drops, drop
Feel it
You make the wrong move
Now when it drops, drop
You gonna feel it
That you've been it doin' wrong

I said, pressure drop
Oh pressure, oh yeah
Pressure's gonna drop on you
Pressure drop
Oh pressure, oh yeah
Pressure's gonna drop on you

Now when it drops on your dirty little head
Where you gonna go?
It's you, you, you
When it drop on, oh you're gonna feel it
What you're doing is wrong, wrong, wrong
Pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure...
I said a pressure drop
Il tuo voto:
Standing in a queue of a school canteen
guys on the corner they were laughin' at me
but I don't mind if they see it all
you know I gotta come clean
I gotta come clean
I got a crush on you

My mind don't need it but my body do
a little bit of loving and attention for you
although we're only strangers
they don't need to know
I gotta cum clean, I gotta cum clean
ooh, I got a crush on you

I wanna get serious right away
1-2, I got a crush on you
what you doin' today or any other day?
1-2, I got a crush on you
just one look and I go insane
1-2, I got a crush on you

Your daddy never comes to get you
`cos lives so far away
but his i-talian chauffeur shows up every day
but I'll get you in the corner, I'll get you all
alone
I gotta cum clean, I gotta come clean

I got a crush on you

1-2, I got a crush on you
1-2, I got a crush on you
1-2, I got a crush on you
I said 1-2
I got a crush on you
Il tuo voto:
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
but just like them we walk on an' we can't escape our fate
can't you hear the sighing
Eastside Jimmy and Southside Sue
both say they needed something new

So I'm standing at the gates of the west
I burn money at the lights of the sign
the city casts a shadow of the perfect crime
I'm standing at the gates of the east
I take my pulse and the pulse of my friend
the city casts a shadow, will I see you again?

The immigrants an' remnants of all the glory years
are clustered around the bar again for another round of beers
Little Richard's in the kitchen playing spoons and plates
he's telling the waitress he's great

Ah say I know somewhere back'n'forth in time
out on the dustbowls, deep in the roulette mine
or in a ghetto cellar only yesterday
there's a move into the future for the USA.

I hear them crying
Eastside Jimmy and Southside Sue
both said they needed something new

Standing at the gates of the west
in the shadow again
I'm standing at the gates of the west
in the shadow again
Il tuo voto:
Stay around don't play around
This old town and all
Seems like i got to travel on

A lot of people won't get no supper tonight
Justice tonight

Runnin and a hiding tonight
Justice tonight

Remember to kick it over
No one will guide you through armegideon time
It's armagideon
It's not christmas time

A lot of people
A lot of people use a calculator
A lot of people won't get no supper tonight
A lot of people sittin' down by the light

The battle is gettin hotter
Armagideon time
Armagideon

Remember to kick it over
Armagideon time

A lot of people ain't got no supper tonight
A lot of people got to stand out back
Il tuo voto:
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...
Il tuo voto:
Between cool confusion
And kung fu in the car park
Could the weekend be losing
That reactive spark

Even in the shebeen
Or down in the meat rack
Longtime I feel cold
To send cinderella's shoe back

Along the length of the wire
Party jam on the line
I can't hear a thing
Can't get no number nine

Now we must get in touch
If the night is to burn
Someone out there in luck
Lend me your star for a turn

As heroes fix their hair
Some are saving their breath
Just on the walkways tonight
For a glue bag death

Screens flick in unison
Some gaze at the soul
From the tiers and the heights
Go for the fifteenth floor stroll

It's immediately obvious;
Anybody star-gilt
Would have left this club
Way before it was built

This strikes you so late
As the guy with the broom
Sweeps you and the bottles
Right out of the room

Now I wash in the factory
Confess in the tile house
I don't need to bleed anybody
To strike out

Today my godfather
He sent a note from the jail
Said go get 'em kid
But don't get chained to the rail

Between cool confusion
And kung fu in the car park
Could the weekend be losing
That romantic spark

Even in the shebeen
Or down in the meat rack
Long time I feel cold
To send cinderella's shoe back
Il tuo voto:
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