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Tema: The Clash

  1. #31

    Odgovor: The Clash

    This Is England

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

    This is England
    This knife of Sheffield steel
    This is England
    This is how we feel

    Time on his hands freezing in those clothes
    He won't go for the carrot
    They beat him by the pole
    Some sunny day confronted by his soul
    He's out at sea, too far off, he can't go home

    This is England
    What we're supposed to die for
    This is England
    And we're never gonna cry no more

    Black shadow of the Vincent
    Falls on a Triumph line
    I got my motorcycle jacket
    But I'm walking all the time
    South Atlantic wind blows
    Ice from a dying creed
    I see no glory
    When will we be free

    This is England
    We can chain you to the rail
    This is England
    We can kill you in a jail

    The British boots go kick them
    Got 'em in the head
    Police ain't watchin'
    The newspapers been read
    Who cares to protest
    A (???) in the eye like a flare
    Out came the batons and
    The British warned themselves

    This is England
    The land of (il)legal dances
    This is England
    Land of a thousand stances
    This is England
    This knife of Sheffield steel
    This is England
    This is how we feel
    This is England
    This is England
    nattydread is coming to dinner

  2. #32

    Odgovor: The Clash

    Know Your Rights

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

    Number 1
    You have the right not to be killed
    Murder is a CRIME!
    Unless it was done by a
    Policeman or aristocrat
    Know your rights

    And Number 2
    You have the right to food money
    Providing of course you
    Don't mind a little
    Investigation, humiliation
    And if you cross your fingers
    Rehabilitation

    Know your rights
    These are your rights
    Wang

    Know these rights

    Number 3
    You have the right to free
    Speech as long as you're not
    Dumb enough to actually try it.

    Know your rights
    These are your rights
    All three of 'em
    It has been suggested
    In some quarters that this is not enough!
    Well..............................

    Get off the streets
    Get off the streets
    Run
    You don't have a home to go to
    Smush

    Finally then I will read you your rights

    You have the right to remain silent
    You are warned that anything you say
    Can and will be taken down
    And used as evidence against you

    Listen to this
    Run
    nattydread is coming to dinner

  3. #33

    Odgovor: The Clash

    Should I Stay Or Should I Go?

    Darling you gotta 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 know
    Should I stay or should I go?

    Always tease tease tease
    You're happy when I'm on my knees
    One day is fine, next is 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
    An' if I stay it will be double
    So come on and let me know

    This indecision's bugging me
    If you don't want me, set me free
    Exactly who'm I'm supposed to be
    Don't you know which clothes even fit me?
    Come on and let me know
    Should I cool it or should I blow?

    Should I stay or should I go now?
    If I go there will be trouble
    And if I stay it will be double
    So you gotta let me know
    Should I stay or should I go?
    nattydread is coming to dinner

  4. #34

    Odgovor: The Clash

    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 shakin' to the top
    The sheik he drove his Cadillac
    He went a' cruisnin' down the ville
    The muezzin was a' standing
    On the radiator grille

    The 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 ban that boogie sound
    Degenerate the faithful
    With that crazy Casbah sound
    But the Bedouin they brought out
    The electric camel drum
    The local guitar picker
    Got his guitar picking thumb
    As soon as the shareef
    Had cleared the square
    They began to wail

    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
    The temple band took five
    The crowd caught a wiff
    Of that crazy Casbah jive

    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

    As soon as the shareef was
    Outta their hair
    The jet pilots wailed

    He thinks it's not kosher
    Fundamentally he can't take it.
    You know he really hates it.
    nattydread is coming to dinner

  5. #35

    Odgovor: The Clash

    много сам слушао клеш раније.и то тај први албум са ког извлачиш текстове.најјача ствар је ипак garageland!!!!!
    лицем ка ветру
    с ветром уз лице

  6. #36

    Odgovor: The Clash

    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 New York City

    Who shot the shot?
    Who got shot tonite?

    Not even five enforcement agencies can save their own.
    Never mind the people
    Tonite it's raining on the Angels of the City
    Did anyone prophesize these people?

    Only Travis
    Come in Travis
    One of these days I'm gonna get myself organized.

    All the animals come out at night.
    Queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick venal.
    Some day a real rain will come and wash all the scum off the streets.

    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 on bicycles 2x2
    Can stop the blood and feathers flying

    Waring 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 their
    Wall to wall
    You saved the worled
    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 midnite
    Hey, but this is serious
    She can't even get back home

    I come from a long way off
    And I know a lifegiver over a lifetaker
    For the same reason no-one ever pointed
    A gun at a policeman
    Talking about the Red Angels of New York City
    Yeah
    nattydread is coming to dinner

  7. #37

    Odgovor: The Clash

    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 papa papa papa papa-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 Papa-san
    Please take me home
    Oh Papa-san
    Everybody they wanna go home
    So Mamma-san says

    You wanna play mind-crazed 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
    nattydread is coming to dinner

  8. #38

    Odgovor: The Clash

    Ghetto Defendant

    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
    nattydread is coming to dinner

  9. #39

    Odgovor: The Clash

    Inoculated City

    The soldier boy for his soliders pay
    Obeys the seargent at arms whatever he says

    The seargent will for his seargent's pay
    Obey the captain 'til his dying day
    The captain will for his captain's pay
    Obey the general order of 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
    nattydread is coming to dinner

  10. #40

    Odgovor: The Clash

    Death is a Star

    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.
    nattydread is coming to dinner

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