(The Clash)
Tonight they're closing up the world
N' sweeping smoke from cigarettes
And what is that funk multi-national
Anthem rocking from a thousand
King Kong cassette decks
Then a shyboy from Missouri
Boots blown off in a '60s war
Riding aluminium crutches
Now he knows the welfare kindness n'
Agent Orange color blindness
As we works from door to door
The violence in the carpets
The mirror of his wife
Drives the slum-bum dweller
To grind his hunting knife
In homesteads of cigar box-radios
Hive like bees
The body in the ice
Box has no date for freeeeeze
[Chorus:]
In a car jam
Selling is what selling sells
But only saints of the 7 avenues can sell
The hells
Fanning the drug afflicted leperizing acne
Once inisde the executive
He never leaves his home
Gorillas drag their victiims
Hyenas try to sue
Snakes find grass in concrete
There is no city zoo by
Ventilation units where towers
Meet the streets
The ragged stand in bags
Soaking heat up through their feet
This was the donly kindness
And it was accidental too
[Chorus]
Now shaking single engined planes
Traffik-king stereos from Cuba
Buzzed the holy zealot mass
And drowned out Missa Luba
And drowned out Missa Luba
I thought I saw Lauren Bacall
I thought I saw Lauren Bacall
I swear
Hey fellas
Lauren Bacall
In a car jam
Yeah I don't believe it
In a car jam
Ah yeah positively absolutely
[Chorus]
The Clash - Combat Rock Album Lyrics
The Clash - Combat Rock Lyrics
Writer: JOE STRUMMER, MICK JONES, PAUL SIMONON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Should I Stay Or Should I Go
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
You're happy when I'm on my knees
One day it's fine and next it's black
So if you want me off your back
Well, come on and let me know
Should I stay or should I go?
Should I stay or should I go now?
Should I stay or should I go now?
If I go, there will be trouble
And if I stay it will be double
So come on and let me know
This indecision's bugging me (esta indecisión me molesta)
If you don't want me, set me free (si no me quieres, librarme)
Exactly whom I'm supposed to be (dígame que tengo ser)
Don't you know which clothes even fit me? (sabes que ropa me quedra)
Come on and let me know (me tienes que decir)
Should I cool it or should I blow? (me debo ir o quedarme)
Split
(Soplo, enfrió o lo soplo)
Should I stay or should I go now? (yo me enfrió o lo soplo)
Should I stay or should I go now? (yo me enfrió o lo soplo)
If I go there will be trouble (si me voy va a haber peligro)
And if I stay it will be double (si me quedo sera el doble)
So ya gotta let me know (me tienes que decir)
Should I cool it or should I blow? (me debo ir o quedarme)
Should I stay or should I go now? (tengo frío por los ojos)
If I go there will be trouble (si me voy va haber peligro)
And if I stay it wil be double (si me quedo sera el doble)
So ya gotta let me know me tienes que decir
Should I stay or should I go?
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
You're happy when I'm on my knees
One day it's fine and next it's black
So if you want me off your back
Well, come on and let me know
Should I stay or should I go?
Should I stay or should I go now?
Should I stay or should I go now?
If I go, there will be trouble
And if I stay it will be double
So come on and let me know
This indecision's bugging me (esta indecisión me molesta)
If you don't want me, set me free (si no me quieres, librarme)
Exactly whom I'm supposed to be (dígame que tengo ser)
Don't you know which clothes even fit me? (sabes que ropa me quedra)
Come on and let me know (me tienes que decir)
Should I cool it or should I blow? (me debo ir o quedarme)
Split
(Soplo, enfrió o lo soplo)
Should I stay or should I go now? (yo me enfrió o lo soplo)
Should I stay or should I go now? (yo me enfrió o lo soplo)
If I go there will be trouble (si me voy va a haber peligro)
And if I stay it will be double (si me quedo sera el doble)
So ya gotta let me know (me tienes que decir)
Should I cool it or should I blow? (me debo ir o quedarme)
Should I stay or should I go now? (tengo frío por los ojos)
If I go there will be trouble (si me voy va haber peligro)
And if I stay it wil be double (si me quedo sera el doble)
So ya gotta let me know me tienes que decir
Should I stay or should I go?
Writer: Joe Strummer, Mick Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Rock The Casbah
Now the king told the boogie men
"You have to let that raga drop"
The oil down the desert way
Has been shaken to the top
The Sheik he drove his Cadillac
He went a-cruisin' down the ville
The Muezzin was a-standin'
On the radiator grille, ow
Shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah, rock the Casbah
The Shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah, rock the Casbah
By order of the prophet
We'll ban that boogie sound
Degenerate the faithful
With that crazy Casbah sound
But the Bedouin they brought out an electric camel drum
The local guitar picker got his guitar pickin' thumb
As soon as the Shareef had cleared the square
They began to wail
Shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah, rock the Casbah
Shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah, rock the Casbah
Now, over at the temple
Oh, they really pack 'em in
The in-crowd say it's cool
To dig this chanting thing
But as the wind changed direction
And the temple band took five
The crowd caught a whiff
Of that crazy Casbah jive
Shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah, rock the Casbah
Shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah, rock the Casbah
The king called up his jet fighters
He said, "You better earn your pay
Drop your bombs between the minarets
Down the Casbah way"
As soon as the Shareef was chauffeured outta there
The jet pilots tuned to the cockpit radio blare
Soon as the Shareef was outta their hair
The jet pilots wail
Shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah, rock the Casbah
Shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah, rock the Casbah
Shareef don't like it, he thinks it's not kosher
Rockin' the Casbah, rock the Casbah
Shareef don't like it, fundamentally can't take it
Rockin' the Casbah, Rock the Casbah
Shareef don't like it, you know he really hates it
Rockin' the Casbah, rock the Casbah
Shareef don't like it, really, really hates it
"You have to let that raga drop"
The oil down the desert way
Has been shaken to the top
The Sheik he drove his Cadillac
He went a-cruisin' down the ville
The Muezzin was a-standin'
On the radiator grille, ow
Shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah, rock the Casbah
The Shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah, rock the Casbah
By order of the prophet
We'll ban that boogie sound
Degenerate the faithful
With that crazy Casbah sound
But the Bedouin they brought out an electric camel drum
The local guitar picker got his guitar pickin' thumb
As soon as the Shareef had cleared the square
They began to wail
Shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah, rock the Casbah
Shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah, rock the Casbah
Now, over at the temple
Oh, they really pack 'em in
The in-crowd say it's cool
To dig this chanting thing
But as the wind changed direction
And the temple band took five
The crowd caught a whiff
Of that crazy Casbah jive
Shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah, rock the Casbah
Shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah, rock the Casbah
The king called up his jet fighters
He said, "You better earn your pay
Drop your bombs between the minarets
Down the Casbah way"
As soon as the Shareef was chauffeured outta there
The jet pilots tuned to the cockpit radio blare
Soon as the Shareef was outta their hair
The jet pilots wail
Shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah, rock the Casbah
Shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah, rock the Casbah
Shareef don't like it, he thinks it's not kosher
Rockin' the Casbah, rock the Casbah
Shareef don't like it, fundamentally can't take it
Rockin' the Casbah, Rock the Casbah
Shareef don't like it, you know he really hates it
Rockin' the Casbah, rock the Casbah
Shareef don't like it, really, really hates it
Writer: Joe Strummer, Mick Jones, Topper Headon
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Red Angel Dragnet
I come from a long way away
And I know a fine thing when I see it
See it
For the same reason no one ever pointed a telescope at the sun
Talking about the Red Angels of N-Y City
Who shot the shot?
Who got shot tonight?
Who shot the shot?
Who got shot tonight?
Not even five enforcement agencies can save their own
Never mind the people
Tonight it's raining on the Angels of the City (who got shot tonight?)
Did anyone prophesize these people?
Only Travis
Come in, Travis
"All the animals come out at night
Queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal (who got shot tonight?)
Some day a real rain will come and wash all the scum off the streets"
(Who got shot tonight?) the city knows
"Thank god for the rain to wash the trash off the sidewalk
Listen you screwheads, here is a man who would not take it anymore
A man who stood up against the scum, the filth
Now I see clearly"
Personally I know the alley
Where Jack feeds on the birds of night
Not even bubbies bicycling (two-by-two) can stop the blood and feathers flying
(Who got shot tonight?)
(Who got shot tonight?)
(Who got shot tonight?)
Wearing overalls and for once and for all
What is the dream?
I'll tell it
To live like they do in the movies?
San Juan, you listening?
Yeah, I bet you are
Hands up for Hollywood (hooray!), I hear you
Snappy on the air, hang in there, wall to wall
You saved the world, what else, you saved the girl
Chmpagne on ice, no stranger to Alcatraz to boot
Or strip it down, chop it a little
Being reasonable
Just freedom to move, to live
For women to take a walk in the park at midnight (who got shot tonight?)
Hey, but this is serious, she can't even get back home (who got shot tonight?)
Who shot the shot that popped the cop that chopped the cop and made him drop?
"One of these days, I'm gonna get myself organizized"
And I know a fine thing when I see it
See it
For the same reason no one ever pointed a telescope at the sun
Talking about the Red Angels of N-Y City
Who shot the shot?
Who got shot tonight?
Who shot the shot?
Who got shot tonight?
Not even five enforcement agencies can save their own
Never mind the people
Tonight it's raining on the Angels of the City (who got shot tonight?)
Did anyone prophesize these people?
Only Travis
Come in, Travis
"All the animals come out at night
Queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal (who got shot tonight?)
Some day a real rain will come and wash all the scum off the streets"
(Who got shot tonight?) the city knows
"Thank god for the rain to wash the trash off the sidewalk
Listen you screwheads, here is a man who would not take it anymore
A man who stood up against the scum, the filth
Now I see clearly"
Personally I know the alley
Where Jack feeds on the birds of night
Not even bubbies bicycling (two-by-two) can stop the blood and feathers flying
(Who got shot tonight?)
(Who got shot tonight?)
(Who got shot tonight?)
Wearing overalls and for once and for all
What is the dream?
I'll tell it
To live like they do in the movies?
San Juan, you listening?
Yeah, I bet you are
Hands up for Hollywood (hooray!), I hear you
Snappy on the air, hang in there, wall to wall
You saved the world, what else, you saved the girl
Chmpagne on ice, no stranger to Alcatraz to boot
Or strip it down, chop it a little
Being reasonable
Just freedom to move, to live
For women to take a walk in the park at midnight (who got shot tonight?)
Hey, but this is serious, she can't even get back home (who got shot tonight?)
Who shot the shot that popped the cop that chopped the cop and made him drop?
"One of these days, I'm gonna get myself organizized"
Writer: JOE STRUMMER, PAUL SIMONON
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
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
This is your paradise
There ain't no need for ya
Go straight to hell boys
Y'wanna join in a chorus
Of the Amerasian blues?
When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City
Kiddie say poppa poppa poppa poppa
San take me home
See me got photo photo
Photograph of you
Mamma Mamma Mamma-san
Of you and Mamma Mamma Mamma-san
Lemme tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo kid.
It ain't Coca-Cola it's rice.
Straight to hell
Oh Poppa-san
Please take me home
Oh Poppa-san
Everybody they wanna go home
So Mamma-san says
You wanna play mindcrazed banjo
On the druggy+drag ragtime U.S.A.?
In Parkland International
Hah! Junkiedom U.S.A.
Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove
and rat poison
The volatile Molatov says-
Go straight to hell
Can you really cough it up loud and strong
The immigrants
They wanna sing all night long
It could be anywhere
Most likely could be any frontier
Any hemisphere
No man's land and there ain't no asylum here
King Solomon he never lived round here
Go straight to hell boys
How's about a British jig and reel?
Speaking King's English in quotation
As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust water froze
In the generation
Clear as winter ice
This is your paradise
There ain't no need for ya
Go straight to hell boys
Y'wanna join in a chorus
Of the Amerasian blues?
When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh City
Kiddie say poppa poppa poppa poppa
San take me home
See me got photo photo
Photograph of you
Mamma Mamma Mamma-san
Of you and Mamma Mamma Mamma-san
Lemme tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo kid.
It ain't Coca-Cola it's rice.
Straight to hell
Oh Poppa-san
Please take me home
Oh Poppa-san
Everybody they wanna go home
So Mamma-san says
You wanna play mindcrazed banjo
On the druggy+drag ragtime U.S.A.?
In Parkland International
Hah! Junkiedom U.S.A.
Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove
and rat poison
The volatile Molatov says-
Go straight to hell
Can you really cough it up loud and strong
The immigrants
They wanna sing all night long
It could be anywhere
Most likely could be any frontier
Any hemisphere
No man's land and there ain't no asylum here
King Solomon he never lived round here
Go straight to hell boys
Writer: JOE STRUMMER, MICK JONES, PAUL SIMONON, TOPPER HEADON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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
Can the clone line dry you out?
Part of the swarming mass? Funk out!
Slugged by the new increase?
Scared of the human bomb?
Overpowered by funk? Funk out!
Buy dog food
Rogue elephants
Tarzan on a ticker tape
Breakfast, serials?
You know you can't escape
Overpowered by funk
Don't you love our Western ways?
Car crashed by funk
Don't you love our Western ways?
Benny Goodman, trial by jury
A phone box-full of books
Dustcarts and sunrise
No-one gets off the hooks car crashed...
Food for the hungry millions? Funk out!
Home for the floating people?
Skin for the napalm victim?
Overdrunk on power
Funk out!
The final game will be solitaire
Overdrunk on power...funk out
Picture frame, tickets here
For the graffiti train
People at home show you care
Don't try
Fry me in your shockin' chairs
Funkpower over and out
This is a message from Futura
Don't prophisize the future
I liven up the culture
Because I'm deadly as a vulture
I paint on civilization
It's environmentally wack
So presenting my attack
I'll brighten up your shack
I'm down by law
That's a fact
Just give me a wall.
Any building dull or tall
I spray clandestine night subway
I cover red purple on top of grey
Hey, no slashing cuz it ain't the way
The T.A. blew 40 mil they say
We thew down by night
They scrubbed it off by day
OK tourists
No-one knocking at your door?
Overpowered by funk? Funk out!
Combatative, repetitive
Don't life just funk you out?
Asanine, stupifying
Can the clone line dry you out?
Part of the swarming mass? Funk out!
Slugged by the new increase?
Scared of the human bomb?
Overpowered by funk? Funk out!
Buy dog food
Rogue elephants
Tarzan on a ticker tape
Breakfast, serials?
You know you can't escape
Overpowered by funk
Don't you love our Western ways?
Car crashed by funk
Don't you love our Western ways?
Benny Goodman, trial by jury
A phone box-full of books
Dustcarts and sunrise
No-one gets off the hooks car crashed...
Food for the hungry millions? Funk out!
Home for the floating people?
Skin for the napalm victim?
Overdrunk on power
Funk out!
The final game will be solitaire
Overdrunk on power...funk out
Picture frame, tickets here
For the graffiti train
People at home show you care
Don't try
Fry me in your shockin' chairs
Funkpower over and out
This is a message from Futura
Don't prophisize the future
I liven up the culture
Because I'm deadly as a vulture
I paint on civilization
It's environmentally wack
So presenting my attack
I'll brighten up your shack
I'm down by law
That's a fact
Just give me a wall.
Any building dull or tall
I spray clandestine night subway
I cover red purple on top of grey
Hey, no slashing cuz it ain't the way
The T.A. blew 40 mil they say
We thew down by night
They scrubbed it off by day
OK tourists
Writer: JOE STRUMMER, MICK JONES, TOPPER HEADON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Atom Tan
Now, the corporations stopped (Stopped pushing fast food)
Been a multiple shooting (Downtown at the bank)
Reluctantly the panic (Begins to catch fire)
But it did not affect (The steady sale of jun)
Oh, the state office looked (it looked like Hollywood)
With make-up bleeding (all over the cracks)
Woah, he blew his lines (facing the cameras)
He suffered the first (all-live heart-attack)
Oh, you've caught an even atom tan
The motor-cyanide (cyanide suicide)
He finally found (the brick wall in his life)
Shining up his engine (he dressed right up for it)
At the top of the speedo (he crumpled the bike)
There's plenty people runnin' (runnin' for cover)
Hoping at best (to hold off all the rest)
Onw last stand (at the bunker fire)
Machine gun (and pitchfork and breast)
Oh, you've caught an even atom tan
But it isn't so easy (so easy for lovers)
Chained, love-stained (at the top of the tower)
The pink hearse is leaving (at funeral speed)
Driving your heart (away with the flowers)
All night I waited (I waited for a horseman)
And his ever-faithful (his Indian friend)
I'm not the only one (of the caped crusader fan club)
Watching the sky (for mankind's friend)
Oh, you've caught an even atom tan
Been a multiple shooting (Downtown at the bank)
Reluctantly the panic (Begins to catch fire)
But it did not affect (The steady sale of jun)
Oh, the state office looked (it looked like Hollywood)
With make-up bleeding (all over the cracks)
Woah, he blew his lines (facing the cameras)
He suffered the first (all-live heart-attack)
Oh, you've caught an even atom tan
The motor-cyanide (cyanide suicide)
He finally found (the brick wall in his life)
Shining up his engine (he dressed right up for it)
At the top of the speedo (he crumpled the bike)
There's plenty people runnin' (runnin' for cover)
Hoping at best (to hold off all the rest)
Onw last stand (at the bunker fire)
Machine gun (and pitchfork and breast)
Oh, you've caught an even atom tan
But it isn't so easy (so easy for lovers)
Chained, love-stained (at the top of the tower)
The pink hearse is leaving (at funeral speed)
Driving your heart (away with the flowers)
All night I waited (I waited for a horseman)
And his ever-faithful (his Indian friend)
I'm not the only one (of the caped crusader fan club)
Watching the sky (for mankind's friend)
Oh, you've caught an even atom tan
Writer: Joe Strummer, Mick Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Sean Flynn
(The Clash)
You know he just heard
The drums of war
when the past
Was a closing door
The drums beat into the jungle floor
[Chorus:]
Closing door
Closing door
Rain on the leaves
soldier sing
You never hear anything
They filled the sky with a tropical storm.
[Chorus]
You know he head the drums of war
Each man knows what he's looking for
You know he just heard
The drums of war
when the past
Was a closing door
The drums beat into the jungle floor
[Chorus:]
Closing door
Closing door
Rain on the leaves
soldier sing
You never hear anything
They filled the sky with a tropical storm.
[Chorus]
You know he head the drums of war
Each man knows what he's looking for
Writer: Joe Strummer, Mick Jones, Paul Simonon, Topper Headon
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Ghetto Defendant
(The Clash)
[/ Allen Ginsberg lyrics]
/ Do the worm on the accropolis
/ Slamdance the cosmopolis
/ Enlighten the populace
Hungry darkness of living
Who will thirst in the pit?
/ Hooked in metropolis
She spent a lifetime deciding
How to run from it
/ Addicts of metropolis
Once fate had a witness
And the years seemed like friends
/ Girlfriends
Her babies can dream
But dreams begin like the end
/ Shot into eternity
/ Methadone kitty
/ Iron serenity
Ghetto defendant
It is heroin pity
Not tear gas nor baton charge
That stops you taking the city
/ Strung out committee
Walled out of the city
Clubbed down from uptown
Sprayed pest from the nest
Run out to barrio town
/ The guards are itchy
Forced to watch at the feast
Then sweep up the night
Flipped pieces of coin
/ Broken bottles
Exchanged for birthright
/ Grafted in a jiffy
/ Strung out committee
/ Sitting pretty
/ Graphed in a jiffy
/ No pity, pretty
The ghetto prince of gutter poets
Was bounced out of the room
/ Jean Arthur Rimbaud
By the bodyguards of greed
For disturbing the tomb
/ 1873
His words like flamethrowers
/ Paris commune
Burnt the ghettos in their chests
His face was painted whiter
And he was laid to rest
/ Died in marseille
/ Buried in charleville
/ Shut up
Soap floods oil in water
All churn in the wake
On the great ship of progress
The crew can't find the brake
Klaxons are blaring
The admiral snores command
Submarines boil in oceans
While the armies fight with suns
[/ Allen Ginsberg lyrics]
/ Do the worm on the accropolis
/ Slamdance the cosmopolis
/ Enlighten the populace
Hungry darkness of living
Who will thirst in the pit?
/ Hooked in metropolis
She spent a lifetime deciding
How to run from it
/ Addicts of metropolis
Once fate had a witness
And the years seemed like friends
/ Girlfriends
Her babies can dream
But dreams begin like the end
/ Shot into eternity
/ Methadone kitty
/ Iron serenity
Ghetto defendant
It is heroin pity
Not tear gas nor baton charge
That stops you taking the city
/ Strung out committee
Walled out of the city
Clubbed down from uptown
Sprayed pest from the nest
Run out to barrio town
/ The guards are itchy
Forced to watch at the feast
Then sweep up the night
Flipped pieces of coin
/ Broken bottles
Exchanged for birthright
/ Grafted in a jiffy
/ Strung out committee
/ Sitting pretty
/ Graphed in a jiffy
/ No pity, pretty
The ghetto prince of gutter poets
Was bounced out of the room
/ Jean Arthur Rimbaud
By the bodyguards of greed
For disturbing the tomb
/ 1873
His words like flamethrowers
/ Paris commune
Burnt the ghettos in their chests
His face was painted whiter
And he was laid to rest
/ Died in marseille
/ Buried in charleville
/ Shut up
Soap floods oil in water
All churn in the wake
On the great ship of progress
The crew can't find the brake
Klaxons are blaring
The admiral snores command
Submarines boil in oceans
While the armies fight with suns
Writer: JOE STRUMMER, MICK JONES, PAUL SIMONON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Inoculated City
The soldier boy for his soliders pay
Obeys theeargent at arms whatever he says
The seargent will for his seargent's pay
Obeythe general order of the battle play
The generals bow to the government
Obey the charge you must not relent
What of the neighbors and the prophets in bars?
What are they saying in the publiz bazaar?
We are tired of the tune
You must not relent
At every stroke of the bell in the tower there goes
Another boy from another side
The bulletins that steady come in say those
Familiar words at the top of the hour
The jamming city increases its hum
And those terrible words continue to come
Through bras music of government hear those
Guns tattoo a roll on the drums
No-one mentions the neighboring war
No one knows what they're fighting for
We are tired of the tune
You must not relent
Obeys theeargent at arms whatever he says
The seargent will for his seargent's pay
Obeythe general order of the battle play
The generals bow to the government
Obey the charge you must not relent
What of the neighbors and the prophets in bars?
What are they saying in the publiz bazaar?
We are tired of the tune
You must not relent
At every stroke of the bell in the tower there goes
Another boy from another side
The bulletins that steady come in say those
Familiar words at the top of the hour
The jamming city increases its hum
And those terrible words continue to come
Through bras music of government hear those
Guns tattoo a roll on the drums
No-one mentions the neighboring war
No one knows what they're fighting for
We are tired of the tune
You must not relent
Writer: JOE STRUMMER, MICK JONES
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Death Is A Star
(The Clash)
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
In a one stop only motel
A storm bangs on the cheapest room
The phantom slips in to spill blood
Even on the sweetest honeymoon
The killer of love
Caught the last late Niagara bus
By chance or escaping from misery
Bu suddeness or in answer to pain
Smoking in the dark cinema
You could see the bad go down again
And the clouds are high in Spanish mountains
And a Ford roars through the night full of rain.
The killer's blood flows
But he loads his gun again
Make a grown man cry like a girl
To see the guns dying at sunset
In vain lovers claimed
But they never had met.
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
In a one stop only motel
A storm bangs on the cheapest room
The phantom slips in to spill blood
Even on the sweetest honeymoon
The killer of love
Caught the last late Niagara bus
By chance or escaping from misery
Bu suddeness or in answer to pain
Smoking in the dark cinema
You could see the bad go down again
And the clouds are high in Spanish mountains
And a Ford roars through the night full of rain.
The killer's blood flows
But he loads his gun again
Make a grown man cry like a girl
To see the guns dying at sunset
In vain lovers claimed
But they never had met.
Writer: JOE STRUMMER, MICK JONES
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Combat Rock is the fifth studio album by the English rock band the Clash, released on 14 May 1982 through CBS Records. In the United Kingdom, the album charted at number 2, spending 23 weeks in the UK charts and peaked at number 7 in the United States, spending 61 weeks on the chart.
The album was propelled by drummer Topper Headon's "Rock the Casbah" which became a staple on the newly launched MTV. Combat Rock continued the influence of funk and reggae like previous Clash albums, but also featured a more radio-friendly sound which alienated Clash fans. While the recording process went smoothly, the producing process of the album was tiring and full of infighting between Mick Jones and Joe Strummer. Headon's heroin addiction grew worse and he slowly became distant from the band while Strummer and bassist Paul Simonon reinstated Bernie Rhodes as manager, a move unwelcomed by Jones.
The band had disagreed on the creative process of the album and called in Glyn Johns to produce the more radio-friendly sound of Combat Rock. Lyrically, Combat Rock focuses on the Vietnam War, postcolonialism, the decline of American society, and authoritarianism.
Combat Rock is the group's best-selling album, being certified double platinum in the United States and reaching number 2 in the U.K. Reception to the album believed the band had reached its peak maturity with Combat Rock, as the album's sound was less anarchic but still as political as previous albums.
It contains two of the Clash's signature songs, the singles "Rock the Casbah" and "Should I Stay or Should I Go". "Rock the Casbah" became highly successful in the United States and proved to be the band's anticipated U.S breakthrough. "Should I Stay or Should I Go" was not as successful until being re-released in 1991 and topping the charts in their native United Kingdom.
Combat Rock is the last Clash album featuring the classic lineup of the Clash. Topper Headon (due to his heroin addiction) was fired days before the release of Combat Rock and Mick Jones was fired after the end of the Combat Rock tour in 1983. Combat Rock would be succeeded by the Clash's last album, Cut the Crap, recorded and released without Mick Jones or Topper Headon in 1985.
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The ClashThe album was propelled by drummer Topper Headon's "Rock the Casbah" which became a staple on the newly launched MTV. Combat Rock continued the influence of funk and reggae like previous Clash albums, but also featured a more radio-friendly sound which alienated Clash fans. While the recording process went smoothly, the producing process of the album was tiring and full of infighting between Mick Jones and Joe Strummer. Headon's heroin addiction grew worse and he slowly became distant from the band while Strummer and bassist Paul Simonon reinstated Bernie Rhodes as manager, a move unwelcomed by Jones.
The band had disagreed on the creative process of the album and called in Glyn Johns to produce the more radio-friendly sound of Combat Rock. Lyrically, Combat Rock focuses on the Vietnam War, postcolonialism, the decline of American society, and authoritarianism.
Combat Rock is the group's best-selling album, being certified double platinum in the United States and reaching number 2 in the U.K. Reception to the album believed the band had reached its peak maturity with Combat Rock, as the album's sound was less anarchic but still as political as previous albums.
It contains two of the Clash's signature songs, the singles "Rock the Casbah" and "Should I Stay or Should I Go". "Rock the Casbah" became highly successful in the United States and proved to be the band's anticipated U.S breakthrough. "Should I Stay or Should I Go" was not as successful until being re-released in 1991 and topping the charts in their native United Kingdom.
Combat Rock is the last Clash album featuring the classic lineup of the Clash. Topper Headon (due to his heroin addiction) was fired days before the release of Combat Rock and Mick Jones was fired after the end of the Combat Rock tour in 1983. Combat Rock would be succeeded by the Clash's last album, Cut the Crap, recorded and released without Mick Jones or Topper Headon in 1985.
Genre(s): Post-punk, new wave
Producer(s): The Clash, Glyn Johns
Length: 46:21
Released: May 14th, 1982
Year: 1982