The Clash — Straight To Hell
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Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind
Possessing and caressing me
Jai guru deva, om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes
They call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letterbox they
They tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe
Jai guru deva, om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Sounds of laughter shades of life are ringing
Through my open ears inciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on across the universe
Jai guru deva, om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva
Two, one-two-three-four!
Ev'rybody's talking 'bout
Bagism, Shagism, Dragism, Madism, Ragism, Tagism
This-ism, that-ism, is-m, is-m, is-m
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
Hit it
C'mon, ev'rybody's talking about
Ministers, sinisters, banisters and canisters
Bishops and Fishops and Rabbis and Popeyes and bye-bye, bye-byes
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
Let me tell you now
Ev'rybody's talking 'bout
Revolution, evolution, masturbation, flagellation, regulation, integrations
Meditations, United Nations, congratulations
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
Ev'rybody's talking 'bout
John and Yoko, Timmy Leary, Rosemary, Tommy Smothers, Bobby Dylan, Tommy Cooper
Derek Taylor, Norman Mailer, Alan Ginsberg, Hare Krishna, Hare, Hare Krishna
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
Heaven on earth
We need it now
I'm sick of all of this
Hanging around
Sick of sorrow
Sick of the pain
And sick of hearing again and again
That there's gonna be
Peace on earth
Where I grew up
There weren't many trees
Where there was we'd tear them down
And use them on our enemies
They say that what you mock
Will surely overtake you
And you become a monster
So the monster will not break you
And it's already gone too far
Who said that if you go in hard
You won't get hurt?
Jesus can you take the time
To throw a drowning man a line?
Peace on earth
Tell the ones who hear no sound
Whose sons are living in the ground
Peace on earth
No who's or why's
No one cries like a mother cries
For peace on earth
She never got to say goodbye
To see the colour in his eyes
Now he's in the dirt
Peace on earth
They're reading names out over the radio
All the folks the rest of us won't get to know
Seán And Julia Gareth, Ann and Breda
Their lives are bigger than any big idea
Jesus can you take the time
To throw a drowning man a line?
Peace on earth
To tell the ones who hear no sound
Whose sons are living in the ground
Peace on earth
Jesus in this song you wrote
The words are sticking in my throat
Peace on earth
Hear it every Christmas time
But hope and history won't rhyme
So what's it worth?
This peace on earth
Peace on earth
Peace on earth
Peace on earth
When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom
Let it be
And in my hour of darkness
She is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom
Let it be
Let it be, let it be
A-let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom
Let it be
And when the broken-hearted people
Living in the world agree
There will be an answer
Let it be
For though they may be parted
There is still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer
Let it be
Let it be, let it be
A-let it be, let it be
Yeah, there will be an answer
Let it be
Let it be, let it be
A-let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom
Let it be
Let it be, let it be
A-let it be, yeah, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom
Let it be
And when the night is cloudy
There is still a light that shines on me
Shine until tomorrow
Let it be
I wake up to the sound of music
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom
Let it be-e
Yeah, let it be, let it be
Let it be, yeah, let it be
Oh, there will be an answer
Let it be-e
Let it be, let it be
A-let it be, yeah, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom
Let it be
We livin' in a mean time and an aggressive time
a painful time, a time where cynicism rots to the vine
in a time where violence blocks the summer shine
lifetimes, go by in a flash
in search for love, in search for cash
everybody wanna be some fat tycoon
everybody wanna be on a tropic honeymoon
nobody wanna sing a little bit out of tune
or be the backbone of a rebel platoon
it's too soon to step out of line
you might get laughed at you might get fined
but do you feel me when I say I feel pain everyday
when I see the way my friends gotta slave
and never get ahead of bills they gotta pay
no way no way!
some make a living doing killilng Colombian penicillin
some are willing to play the villain they just chillin'
to pass the time, pass the information
or pass the wine
pass the buck or pass the baton
but you can't pass the police or the pentagon
the I.R.S. or the upper echelon
I think it's time to make a move on the contradiction
Bam-Bam, rock the nation
take over television and radio station
Bam-Bam the truth shall come
give the corporation some complication!
This is the dawning of our time I say it one more time
to emphasize the meaning of my rhyme
to rise above all the dirt and grime
add the right spice at the right time
fuck the constitution
are we part of the solution or are we part of the pollution
sittin' by and wonderin' why,
things ain't the way we like to find them to be, to be
for you and for me the people over there and the ones in between
check our habitation are we a peace lovin' nation
peace lovin' nation
I have a reasonable doubt I think I'll just spell it out
there's no need to scream or to shout
the N.R.A. just bought a man's soul
then he jumps up and shouts gun control
the government says that killin's a sin
unless you kill a murderer with a lethal syringe
so I ask again "are we peace lover's then"
some of them slang guns when they six years old
some of them end up in some six foot hole
this whole damn place seems to, lost control
so I raise my voice before I lose my soul
Bam-Bam, rock the nation
take over television and radio station
Bam-Bam the truth shall come
give the corporation some complication!
Bam-Bam, rock the nation
take over television and radio station
Bam-Bam the truth shall come
give the corporation some complication!
Radio Ragga Mike!
This is the way I'll express my feelings
vibe revealed and revolved spinnin on a record y'all
try to confiscate take what I communicate with
it's ancient gift of the lip steady creating
activating passin vocal vibrations to the blind plus the seeing
human doesn't mean just being
be coming don't believe it just belife it
belongings or beloved rehearse it or recite it
while shining drop your guns and move your tongues
battle motivation in no time lyrics come
sometimes fun others run their mouth or away
my mind co beaming like an early sunray
one day we'll get the picture and all combine
less the talking bout mines is mine and become one mind
every piece of the puzzle has its place
to build the piece of the puzzle called the human race
Taking it long enough we crush the formal journalistic
dyslexic critters talk backwards to rap words
I'm sure raising my hands with questions and demands
statements and a plan with a map of the land
Bam-Bam, rock the nation
take over television and radio station
Bam-Bam the truth shall come
give the corporation some complication!
Photographs of fancy tricks
To get your kicks at sixty-six
He thinks of all the lips that he licks
And all the girls that he's goin' to fix
She gave a little flirt, gave herself a little cuddle
But there's no place here for the mini-skirt waddle
Capital punishment, she's last year's model
They call her Natasha when she looks like Elsie
I don't want to go to Chelsea
Oh no, it does not move me
Even though I've seen the movie
I don't want to check your pulse
I don't want nobody else
I don't want to go to Chelsea
Everybody's got new orders
Be a nice girl and kiss the warders
Now the teacher is away
All the kids begin to play
Men come screaming, dressed in white coats
Shake you very gently by the throat
One's named Gus, one's named Alfie
I don't want to go to Chelsea
Oh no, it does not move me
Even though I've seen the movie
I don't want to check your pulse
I don't want nobody else
I don't want to go to Chelsea
Photographs of fancy tricks
To get your kicks at sixty-six
He thinks of all the lips that he licks
And all the girls that he's goin' to fix
She gave a little flirt, gave herself a little cuddle
But there's no place here for the mini-skirt waddle
Capital punishment, she's last year's model
They call her Natasha when she looks like Elsie
I don't want to go to Chelsea
Oh no, it does not move me
Even though I've seen the movie
I don't want to check your pulse
I don't want nobody else
I don't want to go to Chelsea
Ridin' down the highway
Goin' to a show
Stop in all the byways
Playin' rock 'n' roll
Gettin' robbed
Gettin' stoned
Gettin' beat up
Broken-boned
Gettin' had
Gettin' took
I tell you, folks
It's harder than it looks
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
If you think it's easy doin' one night stands
Try playin' in a rock roll band
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
Hotel, motel
Make you wanna cry
Ladies do the hard sell
Know the reason why
Gettin' old
Gettin' grey
Gettin' ripped off
Underpaid
Gettin' sold
Second hand
That's how it goes
Playin' in a band
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
If you wanna be a star of stage and screen
Look out, it's rough and mean
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
Well it's a long way
Well it's a long way, you should've told me
It's a long way
Such a long way
I would die for you
I would die for you
I've been dying just to feel you by my side
To know that you're mine
I will cry for you
I will cry for you
I will wash away your pain with all my tears
And drown your fear
I will pray for you
I will pray for you
I will sell my soul for something pure and true
Someone like you
See your face every place that I walk in
Hear your voice every time that I'm talking
You will believe in me
And I will never be ignored
I will burn for you
Feel pain for you
I will twist a knife and bleed my aching heart
And tear it apart
I will lie for you
Beg and steal for you
I will crawl on hands and knees until you see
You're just like me
Violate all the love that I'm missing
Throw away all the pain that I'm living
You will believe in me
And I can never be ignored
I would die for you
I would kill for you
I would steal for you
I'd do time for you
I will wait for you
I'd make room for you
I'd sail ships for you
To be close to you
To be part of you
'Cause I believe in you
I believe in you
I would die for you
Ooh it's so good, it's so good
It's so good, it's so good
It's so good
Ooh I'm in love, I'm in love
I'm in love, I'm in love
I'm in love
Ooh I feel love, I feel love
I feel love, I feel love
I feel love
I feel love
I feel love
Ooh fall and free, fall and free
Fall and free, fall and free
Fall and free
Ooh you and me, you and me
You and me, you and me
You and me
Ooh I feel love, I feel love
I feel love, I feel love
I feel love
I feel love
I feel love
I feel love
I feel love
Ooh, I got you, I got you
I got you, I got you
I got you
Ooh, What you do, what you do
What you do, what you do
What you do
Ooh, I feel love, I feel love
I feel love, I feel love
I feel love
I feel love
I feel love
I feel love
I feel love
I feel love
With one light on in one room
I know you're up when I get home
With one small step upon the stair
I know your look when I get there
If you were a king up there on your throne
Would you be wise enough to let me go?
For this queen you think you own
Wants to be a hunter again
I want to see the world alone again
To take a chance on life again
So let me go
The unread book and painful look
The TV's on, the sound is down
One long pause, then you begin
Oh, look what the cat's brought in
If you were a king up there on your throne
Would you be wise enough to let me go?
For this queen you think you own
Wants to be a hunter again
I want to see the world alone again
To take a chance on life again
So let me go, let me leave
For the crown you've placed upon my head feels too heavy now
And I don't know what to say to you, but I'll smile anyhow
And all the time I'm thinking, thinking
I want to be a hunter again
I want to see the world alone again
To take a chance on life again
So let me go
I want to be a hunter again
I want to see the world alone again
To take a chance on life again
So let me go, let me leave
Let me go
It's the dark night of my soul
And temptation's taking hold
But through the pain and the suffering
Through the heartache and trembling
I feel loved
I feel loved
As the darkness closes in
In my head, I hear whispering
Questioning and beckoning
But I'm not taken in
I feel loved
I feel loved
I feel loved
From the depths of my emptiness
Comes a feeling of inner bliss
I feel wanted, I feel desired
I can feel my soul on fire
I feel loved
I feel loved
I feel loved
I feel loved
I feel loved
I feel loved
I feel loved
I feel loved
I feel loved
I feel loved
Can you feel a little love?
As your bony fingers close around me
Long and spindly death becomes me
Heaven, can you see what I see?
Hey, you pale and sickly child
You're death and living reconciled
Been walking home a crooked mile
Paying debt to karma you party for a living
What you take won't kill you
But careful what you're giving
Mmm
There's no time for hesitating
Pain is ready, pain is waiting
Primed to do it's educating
Unwanted, uninvited kin
It creeps beneath your crawling skin
It lives without it lives within you
Feel the fever coming, you're shaking and twitching
You can scratch all over
But that won't stop you itching
Can you feel a little love?
Can you feel a little love?
Dream on, dream on
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Blame it on your karmic curse
Or shame upon the universe
It knows its lines, it's well rehearsed
It sucked you in, it dragged you down
To where there is no hallow ground
Where holiness is never found
Paying debt to karma you party for a living
What you take won't kill you
But careful what you're giving
Can you feel a little love?
Can you feel a little love?
Dream on, dream on
Can you feel a little love?
Can you feel a little love?
Dream on, dream on
Dream on, dream on
Dream on, dream on
Hey man, take a look out the window 'n' see what's happ'nin'
Hey man, it's rainin'
It's rainin' outside man
Aw, don't worry 'bout that
Everything's gonna be everything
We'll get into somethin' real nice you know
Sit back and groove on a rainy day
Yeah
Yeah I see what you mean brother, lay back and groove.
Rainy day, dream away
Ah let the sun take a holiday
Flowers bathe an' ah see the children play
Lay back and groove on a rainy day.
Well I can see a bunch of wet creatures, look at them on the run
The carnival traffic noise it sings the tune splashing up 'n'
Even the ducks can groove rain bathin' in the park side pool
And I'm leanin' out my window sill diggin' ev'rything
And ah and you too.
Rainy day, rain all day
Ain't no use in gettin' uptight
Just let it groove its own way
Let it drain your worries away yeah
Lay back and groove on a rainy day hey
Lay back and dream on a rainy day.
Well I don't have as many friends because
I'm not as pretty as I was
I've kicked myself at times because I've lied
So I will have to learn to stand my ground
I'll tell 'em I won't be around
I'll move on over to your town and hide
And you be the Captain
And I'll be no-one
And you can carry me away if you want to
And you can lay low
Just like your father and if
I tread upon your feet you just say so
'cause you're The Captain, I am no-one,
I tend to feel as though I owe one to you
Well I have handed all my efforts in
I searched here for my second wind
Is there somewhere here to let me in I asked
So I slammed the doors they slammed at me
I found the place I'm meant to be
I figured out my destiny at last
Did I forget to thank you for the ride
I hadn't tried I tend to runaway and hide
Must have been mid afternoon
I could tell by how far the child's shadow stretched out
And he walked with a purpose in his sneakers down the street
He had many questions like children often do
He said, "Tell me all your thoughts on God
Tell me, am I very far?"
Must have been late afternoon
On our way the sun broke free of the clouds
And we count only blue cars, skip the cracks in the street
And ask many questions like children often do
We said, "Tell me all your thoughts on God
'Cause I'd really like to meet her
And ask her why we're who we are"
Tell me all your thoughts on God
'Cause I'm on my way to see her
So tell me am I very far, am I very far now?
It's getting cold picked up the pace
How our shoes make hard noises in this place
Our clothes are stained
We pass many cross-eyed people
And ask many questions like children often do
Tell me all your thoughts on God
'Cause I'd really like to meet her
And ask her why we're who we are
Tell me all your thoughts on God
'Cause I'm on my way to see her
So tell me am I very far?
Am I very far now?
Am I very far now?
Am I very far now?
(Tell me all your thoughts on God)
(Tell me all your thoughts on God)
Sometimes I wanna take you down
Sometimes I wanna get you low
Brush your hair back from your eyes
Take you down, let the river flow
Sometimes I'm gonna walk the street
Behind the green sheet of glass
A million miles below their feet
A million miles, a million miles
I'll be with you, girl, like being low
Hey-hey-hey, like being stoned
I'll be with you, girl, like being low
Hey-hey-hey, like being stoned
A million poppies gonna make me sleep
Just one rose, it knows your name
A fruit is rusting on the vine
A fruit is calling from the trees
Hey, don't you wanna go down
Like some junkie cosmonaut?
A million miles below their feet
A million miles, a million miles
I'll be with you, girl, like being low
Hey-hey-hey, like being stoned
I'll be with you, girl, like being low
Hey-hey-hey, like being stoned
Blue, blue is the sun
A brown, brown is the sky
And green, green are her eyes
A million miles, a million miles
Hey, don't you wanna go down
Like some disgraced cosmonaut?
A million miles below their feet
A million miles, a million miles
I'll be with you, girl, like being low
Hey-hey-hey, like being stoned
I'll be with you, girl, like being low
Hey-hey-hey, like being stoned
I'll be with you, girl, like being low
Hey-hey-hey, like being stoned
I'll be with you, girl, like being low
Hey-hey-hey, like being stoned
Centred on silence
Counting on nothing
I saw you standing on the sea
And everything was
Dark except for
Sparks the wind struck from your hair
Sparks that turned to
Wings around you
Angel voices mixed with seabird cries
Fields of motion
Surging outward
Questions that contain their own replies
You were dancing
I saw you dancing
Throwing your arms toward the sky
Fingers opening
Like flares
Stars were shooting everywhere
Lines of power
Bursting outward
Along the channels of your song
Mercury waves flashed
Under your feet
Shots of silver in the shell-pink dawn
Once again she steals away
Then she reaches out to kiss me
And how she takes my breath away
Pretending that she don't miss me
Ooh, I would bleed to love her
Ooh, bleed to love her
Ooh, I would bleed to love her
And once again she calls to me
Then she vanishes in thin air
And how she takes my breath away (breath away)
Pretending that she's not there
Ooh, I would bleed to love her
Ooh, bleed to love her
Ooh, I would bleed to love her
Somebody's got to see this through
All the world is laughing at you
And somebody's got to sacrifice
If this whole thing's going to turn out right
Ooh, I would bleed to love her
Ooh, bleed to love her
Ooh, I would bleed to love her
Bleed to love her
Bleed to love her
Eurus
Afer Ventus
So the world goes round and round
With all you ever knew
They say the sky high above
Is Caribbean blue?
If every man says all he can
If every man is true
Do I believe the sky above
Is Caribbean blue?
Boreas
Zephyrus
If all you told was turned to gold
If all you dreamed was new
Imagine sky high above
In Caribbean blue
Eurus
Afer Ventus
Boreas
Zephyrus
Africus
If you can play on 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
There ain't no need for ya
Go straight to hell, boys
Go straight to hell, boys
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 papa-san, take me home
See me, got photo, photo, photograph of you
And mama, mama, mama-san
Of you and mama mama mama-san
Let me tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo, kid
It ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice
Straight to hell, boy
Go straight to hell, boy
Go straight to hell, boys
Go straight to hell, boy
Oh, papa-san, please take me home
Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home
So mama-san says
"You wanna play mind-crazed banjo
On the druggy-drag ragtime USA?
In Parkland International, hah, Junkiedom USA
Where Procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison"
The volatile Molatov says
"Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, straight to hell"
Can you 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
There ain't no asylum here
King Solomon, he never lived 'round here
Straight to hell, boy
Go straight to hell, boy
Go straight to hell, boys
Go straight to hell, boys
Oh, papa-san, please take me home
Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home now
They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind
Possessing and caressing me
Jai guru deva, om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes
They call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letterbox they
They tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe
Jai guru deva, om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Sounds of laughter shades of life are ringing
Through my open ears inciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on across the universe
Jai guru deva, om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva
Two, one-two-three-four!
Ev'rybody's talking 'bout
Bagism, Shagism, Dragism, Madism, Ragism, Tagism
This-ism, that-ism, is-m, is-m, is-m
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
Hit it
C'mon, ev'rybody's talking about
Ministers, sinisters, banisters and canisters
Bishops and Fishops and Rabbis and Popeyes and bye-bye, bye-byes
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
Let me tell you now
Ev'rybody's talking 'bout
Revolution, evolution, masturbation, flagellation, regulation, integrations
Meditations, United Nations, congratulations
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
Ev'rybody's talking 'bout
John and Yoko, Timmy Leary, Rosemary, Tommy Smothers, Bobby Dylan, Tommy Cooper
Derek Taylor, Norman Mailer, Alan Ginsberg, Hare Krishna, Hare, Hare Krishna
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance
Heaven on earth
We need it now
I'm sick of all of this
Hanging around
Sick of sorrow
Sick of the pain
And sick of hearing again and again
That there's gonna be
Peace on earth
Where I grew up
There weren't many trees
Where there was we'd tear them down
And use them on our enemies
They say that what you mock
Will surely overtake you
And you become a monster
So the monster will not break you
And it's already gone too far
Who said that if you go in hard
You won't get hurt?
Jesus can you take the time
To throw a drowning man a line?
Peace on earth
Tell the ones who hear no sound
Whose sons are living in the ground
Peace on earth
No who's or why's
No one cries like a mother cries
For peace on earth
She never got to say goodbye
To see the colour in his eyes
Now he's in the dirt
Peace on earth
They're reading names out over the radio
All the folks the rest of us won't get to know
Seán And Julia Gareth, Ann and Breda
Their lives are bigger than any big idea
Jesus can you take the time
To throw a drowning man a line?
Peace on earth
To tell the ones who hear no sound
Whose sons are living in the ground
Peace on earth
Jesus in this song you wrote
The words are sticking in my throat
Peace on earth
Hear it every Christmas time
But hope and history won't rhyme
So what's it worth?
This peace on earth
Peace on earth
Peace on earth
Peace on earth
When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom
Let it be
And in my hour of darkness
She is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom
Let it be
Let it be, let it be
A-let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom
Let it be
And when the broken-hearted people
Living in the world agree
There will be an answer
Let it be
For though they may be parted
There is still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer
Let it be
Let it be, let it be
A-let it be, let it be
Yeah, there will be an answer
Let it be
Let it be, let it be
A-let it be, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom
Let it be
Let it be, let it be
A-let it be, yeah, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom
Let it be
And when the night is cloudy
There is still a light that shines on me
Shine until tomorrow
Let it be
I wake up to the sound of music
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom
Let it be-e
Yeah, let it be, let it be
Let it be, yeah, let it be
Oh, there will be an answer
Let it be-e
Let it be, let it be
A-let it be, yeah, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom
Let it be
We livin' in a mean time and an aggressive time
a painful time, a time where cynicism rots to the vine
in a time where violence blocks the summer shine
lifetimes, go by in a flash
in search for love, in search for cash
everybody wanna be some fat tycoon
everybody wanna be on a tropic honeymoon
nobody wanna sing a little bit out of tune
or be the backbone of a rebel platoon
it's too soon to step out of line
you might get laughed at you might get fined
but do you feel me when I say I feel pain everyday
when I see the way my friends gotta slave
and never get ahead of bills they gotta pay
no way no way!
some make a living doing killilng Colombian penicillin
some are willing to play the villain they just chillin'
to pass the time, pass the information
or pass the wine
pass the buck or pass the baton
but you can't pass the police or the pentagon
the I.R.S. or the upper echelon
I think it's time to make a move on the contradiction
Bam-Bam, rock the nation
take over television and radio station
Bam-Bam the truth shall come
give the corporation some complication!
This is the dawning of our time I say it one more time
to emphasize the meaning of my rhyme
to rise above all the dirt and grime
add the right spice at the right time
fuck the constitution
are we part of the solution or are we part of the pollution
sittin' by and wonderin' why,
things ain't the way we like to find them to be, to be
for you and for me the people over there and the ones in between
check our habitation are we a peace lovin' nation
peace lovin' nation
I have a reasonable doubt I think I'll just spell it out
there's no need to scream or to shout
the N.R.A. just bought a man's soul
then he jumps up and shouts gun control
the government says that killin's a sin
unless you kill a murderer with a lethal syringe
so I ask again "are we peace lover's then"
some of them slang guns when they six years old
some of them end up in some six foot hole
this whole damn place seems to, lost control
so I raise my voice before I lose my soul
Bam-Bam, rock the nation
take over television and radio station
Bam-Bam the truth shall come
give the corporation some complication!
Bam-Bam, rock the nation
take over television and radio station
Bam-Bam the truth shall come
give the corporation some complication!
Radio Ragga Mike!
This is the way I'll express my feelings
vibe revealed and revolved spinnin on a record y'all
try to confiscate take what I communicate with
it's ancient gift of the lip steady creating
activating passin vocal vibrations to the blind plus the seeing
human doesn't mean just being
be coming don't believe it just belife it
belongings or beloved rehearse it or recite it
while shining drop your guns and move your tongues
battle motivation in no time lyrics come
sometimes fun others run their mouth or away
my mind co beaming like an early sunray
one day we'll get the picture and all combine
less the talking bout mines is mine and become one mind
every piece of the puzzle has its place
to build the piece of the puzzle called the human race
Taking it long enough we crush the formal journalistic
dyslexic critters talk backwards to rap words
I'm sure raising my hands with questions and demands
statements and a plan with a map of the land
Bam-Bam, rock the nation
take over television and radio station
Bam-Bam the truth shall come
give the corporation some complication!
Photographs of fancy tricks
To get your kicks at sixty-six
He thinks of all the lips that he licks
And all the girls that he's goin' to fix
She gave a little flirt, gave herself a little cuddle
But there's no place here for the mini-skirt waddle
Capital punishment, she's last year's model
They call her Natasha when she looks like Elsie
I don't want to go to Chelsea
Oh no, it does not move me
Even though I've seen the movie
I don't want to check your pulse
I don't want nobody else
I don't want to go to Chelsea
Everybody's got new orders
Be a nice girl and kiss the warders
Now the teacher is away
All the kids begin to play
Men come screaming, dressed in white coats
Shake you very gently by the throat
One's named Gus, one's named Alfie
I don't want to go to Chelsea
Oh no, it does not move me
Even though I've seen the movie
I don't want to check your pulse
I don't want nobody else
I don't want to go to Chelsea
Photographs of fancy tricks
To get your kicks at sixty-six
He thinks of all the lips that he licks
And all the girls that he's goin' to fix
She gave a little flirt, gave herself a little cuddle
But there's no place here for the mini-skirt waddle
Capital punishment, she's last year's model
They call her Natasha when she looks like Elsie
I don't want to go to Chelsea
Oh no, it does not move me
Even though I've seen the movie
I don't want to check your pulse
I don't want nobody else
I don't want to go to Chelsea
Ridin' down the highway
Goin' to a show
Stop in all the byways
Playin' rock 'n' roll
Gettin' robbed
Gettin' stoned
Gettin' beat up
Broken-boned
Gettin' had
Gettin' took
I tell you, folks
It's harder than it looks
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
If you think it's easy doin' one night stands
Try playin' in a rock roll band
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
Hotel, motel
Make you wanna cry
Ladies do the hard sell
Know the reason why
Gettin' old
Gettin' grey
Gettin' ripped off
Underpaid
Gettin' sold
Second hand
That's how it goes
Playin' in a band
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
If you wanna be a star of stage and screen
Look out, it's rough and mean
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
It's a long way to the top if you wanna rock 'n' roll
Well it's a long way
Well it's a long way, you should've told me
It's a long way
Such a long way
I would die for you
I would die for you
I've been dying just to feel you by my side
To know that you're mine
I will cry for you
I will cry for you
I will wash away your pain with all my tears
And drown your fear
I will pray for you
I will pray for you
I will sell my soul for something pure and true
Someone like you
See your face every place that I walk in
Hear your voice every time that I'm talking
You will believe in me
And I will never be ignored
I will burn for you
Feel pain for you
I will twist a knife and bleed my aching heart
And tear it apart
I will lie for you
Beg and steal for you
I will crawl on hands and knees until you see
You're just like me
Violate all the love that I'm missing
Throw away all the pain that I'm living
You will believe in me
And I can never be ignored
I would die for you
I would kill for you
I would steal for you
I'd do time for you
I will wait for you
I'd make room for you
I'd sail ships for you
To be close to you
To be part of you
'Cause I believe in you
I believe in you
I would die for you
Ooh it's so good, it's so good
It's so good, it's so good
It's so good
Ooh I'm in love, I'm in love
I'm in love, I'm in love
I'm in love
Ooh I feel love, I feel love
I feel love, I feel love
I feel love
I feel love
I feel love
Ooh fall and free, fall and free
Fall and free, fall and free
Fall and free
Ooh you and me, you and me
You and me, you and me
You and me
Ooh I feel love, I feel love
I feel love, I feel love
I feel love
I feel love
I feel love
I feel love
I feel love
Ooh, I got you, I got you
I got you, I got you
I got you
Ooh, What you do, what you do
What you do, what you do
What you do
Ooh, I feel love, I feel love
I feel love, I feel love
I feel love
I feel love
I feel love
I feel love
I feel love
I feel love
With one light on in one room
I know you're up when I get home
With one small step upon the stair
I know your look when I get there
If you were a king up there on your throne
Would you be wise enough to let me go?
For this queen you think you own
Wants to be a hunter again
I want to see the world alone again
To take a chance on life again
So let me go
The unread book and painful look
The TV's on, the sound is down
One long pause, then you begin
Oh, look what the cat's brought in
If you were a king up there on your throne
Would you be wise enough to let me go?
For this queen you think you own
Wants to be a hunter again
I want to see the world alone again
To take a chance on life again
So let me go, let me leave
For the crown you've placed upon my head feels too heavy now
And I don't know what to say to you, but I'll smile anyhow
And all the time I'm thinking, thinking
I want to be a hunter again
I want to see the world alone again
To take a chance on life again
So let me go
I want to be a hunter again
I want to see the world alone again
To take a chance on life again
So let me go, let me leave
Let me go
It's the dark night of my soul
And temptation's taking hold
But through the pain and the suffering
Through the heartache and trembling
I feel loved
I feel loved
As the darkness closes in
In my head, I hear whispering
Questioning and beckoning
But I'm not taken in
I feel loved
I feel loved
I feel loved
From the depths of my emptiness
Comes a feeling of inner bliss
I feel wanted, I feel desired
I can feel my soul on fire
I feel loved
I feel loved
I feel loved
I feel loved
I feel loved
I feel loved
I feel loved
I feel loved
I feel loved
I feel loved
Can you feel a little love?
As your bony fingers close around me
Long and spindly death becomes me
Heaven, can you see what I see?
Hey, you pale and sickly child
You're death and living reconciled
Been walking home a crooked mile
Paying debt to karma you party for a living
What you take won't kill you
But careful what you're giving
Mmm
There's no time for hesitating
Pain is ready, pain is waiting
Primed to do it's educating
Unwanted, uninvited kin
It creeps beneath your crawling skin
It lives without it lives within you
Feel the fever coming, you're shaking and twitching
You can scratch all over
But that won't stop you itching
Can you feel a little love?
Can you feel a little love?
Dream on, dream on
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Blame it on your karmic curse
Or shame upon the universe
It knows its lines, it's well rehearsed
It sucked you in, it dragged you down
To where there is no hallow ground
Where holiness is never found
Paying debt to karma you party for a living
What you take won't kill you
But careful what you're giving
Can you feel a little love?
Can you feel a little love?
Dream on, dream on
Can you feel a little love?
Can you feel a little love?
Dream on, dream on
Dream on, dream on
Dream on, dream on
Hey man, take a look out the window 'n' see what's happ'nin'
Hey man, it's rainin'
It's rainin' outside man
Aw, don't worry 'bout that
Everything's gonna be everything
We'll get into somethin' real nice you know
Sit back and groove on a rainy day
Yeah
Yeah I see what you mean brother, lay back and groove.
Rainy day, dream away
Ah let the sun take a holiday
Flowers bathe an' ah see the children play
Lay back and groove on a rainy day.
Well I can see a bunch of wet creatures, look at them on the run
The carnival traffic noise it sings the tune splashing up 'n'
Even the ducks can groove rain bathin' in the park side pool
And I'm leanin' out my window sill diggin' ev'rything
And ah and you too.
Rainy day, rain all day
Ain't no use in gettin' uptight
Just let it groove its own way
Let it drain your worries away yeah
Lay back and groove on a rainy day hey
Lay back and dream on a rainy day.
Well I don't have as many friends because
I'm not as pretty as I was
I've kicked myself at times because I've lied
So I will have to learn to stand my ground
I'll tell 'em I won't be around
I'll move on over to your town and hide
And you be the Captain
And I'll be no-one
And you can carry me away if you want to
And you can lay low
Just like your father and if
I tread upon your feet you just say so
'cause you're The Captain, I am no-one,
I tend to feel as though I owe one to you
Well I have handed all my efforts in
I searched here for my second wind
Is there somewhere here to let me in I asked
So I slammed the doors they slammed at me
I found the place I'm meant to be
I figured out my destiny at last
Did I forget to thank you for the ride
I hadn't tried I tend to runaway and hide
Must have been mid afternoon
I could tell by how far the child's shadow stretched out
And he walked with a purpose in his sneakers down the street
He had many questions like children often do
He said, "Tell me all your thoughts on God
Tell me, am I very far?"
Must have been late afternoon
On our way the sun broke free of the clouds
And we count only blue cars, skip the cracks in the street
And ask many questions like children often do
We said, "Tell me all your thoughts on God
'Cause I'd really like to meet her
And ask her why we're who we are"
Tell me all your thoughts on God
'Cause I'm on my way to see her
So tell me am I very far, am I very far now?
It's getting cold picked up the pace
How our shoes make hard noises in this place
Our clothes are stained
We pass many cross-eyed people
And ask many questions like children often do
Tell me all your thoughts on God
'Cause I'd really like to meet her
And ask her why we're who we are
Tell me all your thoughts on God
'Cause I'm on my way to see her
So tell me am I very far?
Am I very far now?
Am I very far now?
Am I very far now?
(Tell me all your thoughts on God)
(Tell me all your thoughts on God)
Sometimes I wanna take you down
Sometimes I wanna get you low
Brush your hair back from your eyes
Take you down, let the river flow
Sometimes I'm gonna walk the street
Behind the green sheet of glass
A million miles below their feet
A million miles, a million miles
I'll be with you, girl, like being low
Hey-hey-hey, like being stoned
I'll be with you, girl, like being low
Hey-hey-hey, like being stoned
A million poppies gonna make me sleep
Just one rose, it knows your name
A fruit is rusting on the vine
A fruit is calling from the trees
Hey, don't you wanna go down
Like some junkie cosmonaut?
A million miles below their feet
A million miles, a million miles
I'll be with you, girl, like being low
Hey-hey-hey, like being stoned
I'll be with you, girl, like being low
Hey-hey-hey, like being stoned
Blue, blue is the sun
A brown, brown is the sky
And green, green are her eyes
A million miles, a million miles
Hey, don't you wanna go down
Like some disgraced cosmonaut?
A million miles below their feet
A million miles, a million miles
I'll be with you, girl, like being low
Hey-hey-hey, like being stoned
I'll be with you, girl, like being low
Hey-hey-hey, like being stoned
I'll be with you, girl, like being low
Hey-hey-hey, like being stoned
I'll be with you, girl, like being low
Hey-hey-hey, like being stoned
Centred on silence
Counting on nothing
I saw you standing on the sea
And everything was
Dark except for
Sparks the wind struck from your hair
Sparks that turned to
Wings around you
Angel voices mixed with seabird cries
Fields of motion
Surging outward
Questions that contain their own replies
You were dancing
I saw you dancing
Throwing your arms toward the sky
Fingers opening
Like flares
Stars were shooting everywhere
Lines of power
Bursting outward
Along the channels of your song
Mercury waves flashed
Under your feet
Shots of silver in the shell-pink dawn
Once again she steals away
Then she reaches out to kiss me
And how she takes my breath away
Pretending that she don't miss me
Ooh, I would bleed to love her
Ooh, bleed to love her
Ooh, I would bleed to love her
And once again she calls to me
Then she vanishes in thin air
And how she takes my breath away (breath away)
Pretending that she's not there
Ooh, I would bleed to love her
Ooh, bleed to love her
Ooh, I would bleed to love her
Somebody's got to see this through
All the world is laughing at you
And somebody's got to sacrifice
If this whole thing's going to turn out right
Ooh, I would bleed to love her
Ooh, bleed to love her
Ooh, I would bleed to love her
Bleed to love her
Bleed to love her
Eurus
Afer Ventus
So the world goes round and round
With all you ever knew
They say the sky high above
Is Caribbean blue?
If every man says all he can
If every man is true
Do I believe the sky above
Is Caribbean blue?
Boreas
Zephyrus
If all you told was turned to gold
If all you dreamed was new
Imagine sky high above
In Caribbean blue
Eurus
Afer Ventus
Boreas
Zephyrus
Africus
If you can play on 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
There ain't no need for ya
Go straight to hell, boys
Go straight to hell, boys
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 papa-san, take me home
See me, got photo, photo, photograph of you
And mama, mama, mama-san
Of you and mama mama mama-san
Let me tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo, kid
It ain't Coca-Cola, it's rice
Straight to hell, boy
Go straight to hell, boy
Go straight to hell, boys
Go straight to hell, boy
Oh, papa-san, please take me home
Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home
So mama-san says
"You wanna play mind-crazed banjo
On the druggy-drag ragtime USA?
In Parkland International, hah, Junkiedom USA
Where Procaine proves the purest rock man groove and rat poison"
The volatile Molatov says
"Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, straight to hell"
Can you 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
There ain't no asylum here
King Solomon, he never lived 'round here
Straight to hell, boy
Go straight to hell, boy
Go straight to hell, boys
Go straight to hell, boys
Oh, papa-san, please take me home
Oh papa-san, everybody, they wanna go home now
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Ohhhhh so this is where paper planes comes from 
I still have the vinyl copy of this album that I bought... 42 years ago! This song still captivates me and hasn't lost any of its impact. Joe Strummer, you are missed.
exjunkie wrote:
Hope for the Future
My daughter played MIAs “Paper Planes” and i pointed out they sampled this song and played it for her. She was completely unaware and has since become a huge Clash fan. I also went to see The Cure with her a couple weeks ago. She quickly pointed out they didn’t like each other. My work here is done
Hope for the Future
Spiderwoman wrote:
It was a legit British look back in the day
I've heard of them, but don't know anything about The Clash. So question: is the guy looking like a character from Grease trying to be ironic, or was that a legit look back then?
It was a legit British look back in the day
college years, lonely weekends and the Clash.
I liked the Clash, but didn't really get them until I got this album and heard this song. I played this song over and over in my car cassette player. This song certainly captures a zeitgeist and definitely one I identified with. Anyway, thanks for playing this now!
Spiderwoman wrote:
Less 50's greaser and more Cafe Racer who were more Rocker, than Mods
I've heard of them, but don't know anything about The Clash. So question: is the guy looking like a character from Grease trying to be ironic, or was that a legit look back then?
Less 50's greaser and more Cafe Racer who were more Rocker, than Mods
I've heard of them, but don't know anything about The Clash. So question: is the guy looking like a character from Grease trying to be ironic, or was that a legit look back then?
Proclivities wrote:
It's weird that a laid back tune like this could elicit such similar and strong reactions from two different people. Mysteries indeed.
It's weird that a laid back tune like this could elicit such similar and strong reactions from two different people. Mysteries indeed.
The Clash, The ONLY Band that mattered! What a statement. I started listening in 1979. From London to Sandinista to Combat. WOW. So good. And all their solo stuff, Joe RIP, Mick and Paul's Havana 3 A.M were all so good. Amazing then and still amazing in 2024. I turn 66 in April.
My daughter played MIAs “Paper Planes” and i pointed out they sampled this song and played it for her. She was completely unaware and has since become a huge Clash fan. I also went to see The Cure with her a couple weeks ago. She quickly pointed out they didn’t like each other. My work here is done
coloradojohn wrote:
I thought you'd say the French Canadian girl came back into the story.
:)
I've always loved this mad, twisted ditty... It sure has differing effects on listeners, though! Sometime in '89 or so, while based in Shizuoka, after a dinner-date with a French Canadian gal I'd just met, I was driving my Honda City up a winding road full of hair-pin turns through terraces of caterpillar-like rows of tea trees on the slopes of Chiba-san to a spooky old temple built in 776 called Chiman-ji that she wanted me to show her, with my cassette of Combat Rock in the deck. As we got near the temple, as tendrils of fog wafted among the towering hinoki trees and the smell of mugwort drifted in through the open windows, this song came on. It didn't take long for her to try to put a stop to it... "Just what IS THIS we're listening to here?" she said, noticeably angry all out of proportion. "The Clash," I said, adding, "—What's wrong? Seems perfect, to me..." She pushed the Eject button and demanded, "Take me back to town. Now!" WTF?! All the way down, she kept fuming, "I can't believe that terrible, bizarre music that you played for me!"
17 years or so ago I was in LA visiting my architect friend, and we took a long stoned drive to Mineral King, where we were to park and start a trek that would take us several days off-trail way up into The Kaweah Peaks, and when it was my turn to choose the tunes, I put Combat Rock in. When this song came along, he couldn't stop raving about it, and made me rewind and play it multiple times. He loved it so much that he convinced me to let him borrow the tape for awhile. After our week-long camping and climbing trip, I went down to visit a friend in San Diego for a few days. When I came back, I asked if I could have my tape back. He told me that he'd been playing it, right after I'd left, and during this song, his wife had gotten furious, screamed at him, got up, took the tape out, and had either hid it somewhere or threw it out. WTF?! War? Politics? Nah... Music, Women, and Emotions are the real True Mysteries in Life.
I thought you'd say the French Canadian girl came back into the story.
:)
hmmm....never realized....PaperPlanes MIA uses the Clash's exact same opening riff...catchy, but?!?!
Tusk!
coloradojohn wrote:
What a get story! Thanks!
I've always loved this mad, twisted ditty... It sure has differing effects on listeners, though! Sometime in '89 or so, while based in Shizuoka, after a dinner-date with a French Canadian gal I'd just met, I was driving my Honda City up a winding road full of hair-pin turns through terraces of caterpillar-like rows of tea trees on the slopes of Chiba-san to a spooky old temple built in 776 called Chiman-ji that she wanted me to show her, with my cassette of Combat Rock in the deck. As we got near the temple, as tendrils of fog wafted among the towering hinoki trees and the smell of mugwort drifted in through the open windows, this song came on. It didn't take long for her to try to put a stop to it... "Just what IS THIS we're listening to here?" she said, noticeably angry all out of proportion. "The Clash," I said, adding, "—What's wrong? Seems perfect, to me..." She pushed the Eject button and demanded, "Take me back to town. Now!" WTF?! All the way down, she kept fuming, "I can't believe that terrible, bizarre music that you played for me!"
17 years or so ago I was in LA visiting my architect friend, and we took a long stoned drive to Mineral King, where we were to park and start a trek that would take us several days off-trail way up into The Kaweah Peaks, and when it was my turn to choose the tunes, I put Combat Rock in. When this song came along, he couldn't stop raving about it, and made me rewind and play it multiple times. He loved it so much that he convinced me to let him borrow the tape for awhile. After our week-long camping and climbing trip, I went down to visit a friend in San Diego for a few days. When I came back, I asked if I could have my tape back. He told me that he'd been playing it, right after I'd left, and during this song, his wife had gotten furious, screamed at him, got up, took the tape out, and had either hid it somewhere or threw it out. WTF?! War? Politics? Nah... Music, Women, and Emotions are the real True Mysteries in Life.
What a get story! Thanks!
I genuinely want to know if this would be offensive to Asian ethnic groups. I'm not Asian so I can't judge these lyrics.
I saw The Clash in 1980 at the Santa Monica Civic in California. It changed my musical taste forever! I grew up seeing all the classic rock bands; The Who, Stones, Eagles, Queen, Bowie, Pink Floyd and many, many more. Nothing wrong with that but very main stream. The Clash had a solo Jamaican guy singing with a boom box (wasn't received well) reggae wasn't too popular yet, then I believe the Specials played, blew my mind, and then The Clash...what energy! It just really opened my mind to checking out different styles of music in different venues, thanks guys! I read the comments and they get mixed reviews, love and hate, but you have to give them this much... they evoke emotions.
jukes1 wrote:
If you like this song, there's also the extended version, which just makes the awsomeness more awsomer.
If you like this song, there's also the extended version, which just makes the awsomeness more awsomer.
One of my faves of theirs - I'm far from their biggest fan, but they undeniably have some stellar songs - Guns of Brixton is just wow! 👍
As a song, this is in my top 10 all time. Having said that I do enjoy Lily Allen’s cover a bit better than this original (yes, Lily Allen). I’m not a Clash devotee although ironically I am sort of a Joe Strummer devotee, hmmm?
I wonder why the Hellboy franchise didn't use this song in one of their movies. "Go Straight To Hellboy" was a massive missed opportunity.
bkrans9 wrote:
Go straight to Hell
So back in 1982, this song made me cringe with it's Asian racism. (FYI, papa-san? That's Japanese...) But I told myself that the point of the song was to condemn U.S. Imperialism, so it was ok. I can now say unequivocally that it's not. I was right to cringe, and I knew it in 1982.
--And yes, I understand that it's depicting the hatred directed at Amer-Asian children in their Vietnamese homeland.
Go straight to Hell
Now we know where M.I. A got the melody for Paper Planes.
still my favorite Clash tune. So good.
Horrible.
bkrans9 wrote:
Also, it's a sucky-ass song musically.
So back in 1982, this song made me cringe with it's Asian racism. (FYI, papa-san? That's Japanese...) But I told myself that the point of the song was to condemn U.S. Imperialism, so it was ok. I can now say unequivocally that it's not. I was right to cringe, and I knew it in 1982.
--And yes, I understand that it's depicting the hatred directed at Amer-Asian children in their Vietnamese homeland.
Also, it's a sucky-ass song musically.
So back in 1982, this song made me cringe with it's Asian racism. (FYI, papa-san? That's Japanese...) But I told myself that the point of the song was to condemn U.S. Imperialism, so it was ok. I can now say unequivocally that it's not. I was right to cringe, and I knew it in 1982.
--And yes, I understand that it's depicting the hatred directed at Amer-Asian children in their Vietnamese homeland.
--And yes, I understand that it's depicting the hatred directed at Amer-Asian children in their Vietnamese homeland.
Except RP, it was never Joe Strummer & the Clash, it was only The Clash.
LastChance wrote:
Yes?
Whisky Tango Foxtrot....
Yes?
Larrygrrl wrote:
Nah, so did I.
Is it wrong that I really wanted this to be MIA?
Nah, so did I.
Is it wrong that I really wanted this to be MIA?
I bypassed Punk. because most was crap. So I never heard this until this year.
9 in my book.
9 in my book.
HEART RENDNG. iF YOU HAVE A HEART.
and very poignant in Trump's America.
and very poignant in Trump's America.
Mediocre song.
coloradojohn wrote:
For the record, I'm a laydee (I've had independent checks done an' everything) and I'd have been impressed as all hell if someone had played this to me in their car. But then, I've been told that I'm not 'normal'. Whatever that is...
War? Politics? Nah... Music, Women, and Emotions are the real True Mysteries in Life.
For the record, I'm a laydee (I've had independent checks done an' everything) and I'd have been impressed as all hell if someone had played this to me in their car. But then, I've been told that I'm not 'normal'. Whatever that is...
ziggytrix wrote:
Perlman, but have gained respect for Mr. Harbour's talent. Just wish he'd get some better roles- looking forward to Black Widow...
Go straight to Hellboy? Perlman or Harbour?
Perlman, but have gained respect for Mr. Harbour's talent. Just wish he'd get some better roles- looking forward to Black Widow...
blue-ice wrote:
Fifteen years later I can verify that your supposition is indeed true.
Seems a good splif would do this tune better than reality.
Fifteen years later I can verify that your supposition is indeed true.
If you like this song, check out the "extended" version they finally released on the Sound System box set
https://open.spotify.com/track/4NFBTkuQQ9f17DTGUHSveP
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J_4jpHiiZp0
https://open.spotify.com/track/4NFBTkuQQ9f17DTGUHSveP
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J_4jpHiiZp0
jonahboo wrote:
Cool band = cool song! The Clash is one of those bands where you really need to listen carefully to the lyrics in order to appreciate them. Their biting sarcasm and political criticism of the Thatcher/Reagan years is some of the best. If only we had listened to them, perhaps we would not be in the pickle we're in now.
Best Clash line: "Vacuum cleaner sucks up budgie."
Cheers to all RP listeners!
cool band = turd song
Cool band = cool song! The Clash is one of those bands where you really need to listen carefully to the lyrics in order to appreciate them. Their biting sarcasm and political criticism of the Thatcher/Reagan years is some of the best. If only we had listened to them, perhaps we would not be in the pickle we're in now.
Best Clash line: "Vacuum cleaner sucks up budgie."
Cheers to all RP listeners!
Now play MIA Paper Planes!
jukes1 wrote:
I don't prefer the Lilly Allen version but glad to listen to it ;-)
bruceandjenna wrote:
You might prefer Lily Allen’s clash-approved remake. I certainly do (love the original too).
Not part of my generation's music, so I'm not familiar with it. I was reading while listening, so didn't pay attention to the lyrics.
I found the music uninteresting. Don't hurt me.
I found the music uninteresting. Don't hurt me.
You might prefer Lily Allen’s clash-approved remake. I certainly do (love the original too).
I don't prefer the Lilly Allen version but glad to listen to it ;-)
That must have been the inspiration of Slumdog Millionaire's Paper Planes.
Weak album and even weaker movie. Lame Post Punk attempt at a Spaghetti Western. I was at the NY Film Festival Premiere and after party. There was a very loud, annoying Clash groupie there who kept interrupting the proceedings. That groupie became Courtney Love.
The Clash never made a bad album.
More Clash!
cool band = turd song
ace-marc wrote:
Vacuum cleaner sucks up budgie!
The World needs More Clash and More Strummer.
Vacuum cleaner sucks up budgie!
The World needs More Clash and More Strummer.
@rafiki that’s my first thought when I hear this piece.
I am ashamed I first thought about paper planes 
...And take your money
Go straight to Hellboy? Perlman or Harbour?
thundrpants wrote:
Paper Planes, actually.
M.I.A. samples the beginning motif in "All I Wanna Do." Brilliant!
Paper Planes, actually.
ouch
coloradojohn wrote:
Well I've always liked it. Its been one of my favorite Clash tunes since I heard it way back when.
I've always loved this mad, twisted ditty... It sure has differing effects on listeners, though! Sometime in '89 or so, while based in Shizuoka, after a dinner-date with a French Canadian gal I'd just met, I was driving my Honda City up a winding road full of hair-pin turns through terraces of caterpillar-like rows of tea trees on the slopes of Chiba-san to a spooky old temple built in 776 called Chiman-ji that she wanted me to show her, with my cassette of Combat Rock in the deck. As we got near the temple, as tendrils of fog wafted among the towering hinoki trees and the smell of mugwort drifted in through the open windows, this song came on. It didn't take long for her to try to put a stop to it... "Just what IS THIS we're listening to here?" she said, noticeably angry all out of proportion. "The Clash," I said, adding, "—What's wrong? Seems perfect, to me..." She pushed the Eject button and demanded, "Take me back to town. Now!" WTF?! All the way down, she kept fuming, "I can't believe that terrible, bizarre music that you played for me!"
17 years or so ago I was in LA visiting my architect friend, and we took a long stoned drive to Mineral King, where we were to park and start a trek that would take us several days off-trail way up into The Kaweah Peaks, and when it was my turn to choose the tunes, I put Combat Rock in. When this song came along, he couldn't stop raving about it, and made me rewind and play it multiple times. He loved it so much that he convinced me to let him borrow the tape for awhile. After our week-long camping and climbing trip, I went down to visit a friend in San Diego for a few days. When I came back, I asked if I could have my tape back. He told me that he'd been playing it, right after I'd left, and during this song, his wife had gotten furious, screamed at him, got up, took the tape out, and had either hid it somewhere or threw it out. WTF?! War? Politics? Nah... Music, Women, and Emotions are the real True Mysteries in Life.
17 years or so ago I was in LA visiting my architect friend, and we took a long stoned drive to Mineral King, where we were to park and start a trek that would take us several days off-trail way up into The Kaweah Peaks, and when it was my turn to choose the tunes, I put Combat Rock in. When this song came along, he couldn't stop raving about it, and made me rewind and play it multiple times. He loved it so much that he convinced me to let him borrow the tape for awhile. After our week-long camping and climbing trip, I went down to visit a friend in San Diego for a few days. When I came back, I asked if I could have my tape back. He told me that he'd been playing it, right after I'd left, and during this song, his wife had gotten furious, screamed at him, got up, took the tape out, and had either hid it somewhere or threw it out. WTF?! War? Politics? Nah... Music, Women, and Emotions are the real True Mysteries in Life.
Well I've always liked it. Its been one of my favorite Clash tunes since I heard it way back when.
M.I.A. samples the beginning motif in "All I Wanna Do." Brilliant!
bruceandjenna wrote:
You might prefer Lily Allen’s clash-approved remake. I certainly do (love the original too).
Not part of my generation's music, so I'm not familiar with it. I was reading while listening, so didn't pay attention to the lyrics.
I found the music uninteresting. Don't hurt me.
I found the music uninteresting. Don't hurt me.
You might prefer Lily Allen’s clash-approved remake. I certainly do (love the original too).
coloradojohn wrote:
It's weird that a laid back tune like this could elicit such similar and strong reactions from two different people. Mysteries indeed.
I've always loved this mad, twisted ditty... It sure has differing effects on listeners, though! Sometime in '89 or so, while based in Shizuoka, after a dinner-date with a French Canadian gal I'd just met...
...He told me that he'd been playing it, right after I'd left, and during this song, his wife had gotten furious, screamed at him, got up, took the tape out, and had either hid it somewhere or threw it out. WTF?! War? Politics? Nah... Music, Women, and Emotions are the real True Mysteries in Life.
...He told me that he'd been playing it, right after I'd left, and during this song, his wife had gotten furious, screamed at him, got up, took the tape out, and had either hid it somewhere or threw it out. WTF?! War? Politics? Nah... Music, Women, and Emotions are the real True Mysteries in Life.
It's weird that a laid back tune like this could elicit such similar and strong reactions from two different people. Mysteries indeed.
bruceandjenna wrote:
You're safe. A lot of great, famous songs are not one listen wonders. But with time....
Not part of my generation's music, so I'm not familiar with it. I was reading while listening, so didn't pay attention to the lyrics.
I found the music uninteresting. Don't hurt me.
I found the music uninteresting. Don't hurt me.
You're safe. A lot of great, famous songs are not one listen wonders. But with time....
we miss ya Joe
Not part of my generation's music, so I'm not familiar with it. I was reading while listening, so didn't pay attention to the lyrics.
I found the music uninteresting. Don't hurt me.
I found the music uninteresting. Don't hurt me.
ziggytrix wrote:
Cool stories! (not sarcastic)
That was an awesome story!!!!!
Cool stories! (not sarcastic)
That was an awesome story!!!!!
coloradojohn wrote:
Cool stories! (not sarcastic)
I've always loved this mad, twisted ditty... It sure has differing effects on listeners, though! Sometime in '89 or so, while based in Shizuoka, after a dinner-date with a French Canadian gal I'd just met, I was driving my Honda City up a winding road full of hair-pin turns through terraces of caterpillar-like rows of tea trees on the slopes of Chiba-san to a spooky old temple built in 776 called Chiman-ji that she wanted me to show her, with my cassette of Combat Rock in the deck. As we got near the temple, as tendrils of fog wafted among the towering hinoki trees and the smell of mugwort drifted in through the open windows, this song came on. It didn't take long for her to try to put a stop to it... "Just what IS THIS we're listening to here?" she said, noticeably angry all out of proportion. "The Clash," I said, adding, "—What's wrong? Seems perfect, to me..." She pushed the Eject button and demanded, "Take me back to town. Now!" WTF?! All the way down, she kept fuming, "I can't believe that terrible, bizarre music that you played for me!"
17 years or so ago I was in LA visiting my architect friend, and we took a long stoned drive to Mineral King, where we were to park and start a trek that would take us several days off-trail way up into The Kaweah Peaks, and when it was my turn to choose the tunes, I put Combat Rock in. When this song came along, he couldn't stop raving about it, and made me rewind and play it multiple times. He loved it so much that he convinced me to let him borrow the tape for awhile. After our week-long camping and climbing trip, I went down to visit a friend in San Diego for a few days. When I came back, I asked if I could have my tape back. He told me that he'd been playing it, right after I'd left, and during this song, his wife had gotten furious, screamed at him, got up, took the tape out, and had either hid it somewhere or threw it out. WTF?! War? Politics? Nah... Music, Women, and Emotions are the real True Mysteries in Life.
17 years or so ago I was in LA visiting my architect friend, and we took a long stoned drive to Mineral King, where we were to park and start a trek that would take us several days off-trail way up into The Kaweah Peaks, and when it was my turn to choose the tunes, I put Combat Rock in. When this song came along, he couldn't stop raving about it, and made me rewind and play it multiple times. He loved it so much that he convinced me to let him borrow the tape for awhile. After our week-long camping and climbing trip, I went down to visit a friend in San Diego for a few days. When I came back, I asked if I could have my tape back. He told me that he'd been playing it, right after I'd left, and during this song, his wife had gotten furious, screamed at him, got up, took the tape out, and had either hid it somewhere or threw it out. WTF?! War? Politics? Nah... Music, Women, and Emotions are the real True Mysteries in Life.
Cool stories! (not sarcastic)
love this wicked song!!!
80's flashback: Alex Cox's "Walker", scored by Strummer, inspired by Marlon Brando's "Burn!"
reagan thatcher and company, poppa bush and his cia central american manipulations,
Remember some american culture that had you do some research?
80's flashback: Alex Cox's "Walker", scored by Strummer, inspired by Marlon Brando's "Burn!"
reagan thatcher and company, poppa bush and his cia central american manipulations,
Remember some american culture that had you do some research?
I've always loved this mad, twisted ditty... It sure has differing effects on listeners, though! Sometime in '89 or so, while based in Shizuoka, after a dinner-date with a French Canadian gal I'd just met, I was driving my Honda City up a winding road full of hair-pin turns through terraces of caterpillar-like rows of tea trees on the slopes of Chiba-san to a spooky old temple built in 776 called Chiman-ji that she wanted me to show her, with my cassette of Combat Rock in the deck. As we got near the temple, as tendrils of fog wafted among the towering hinoki trees and the smell of mugwort drifted in through the open windows, this song came on. It didn't take long for her to try to put a stop to it... "Just what IS THIS we're listening to here?" she said, noticeably angry all out of proportion. "The Clash," I said, adding, "—What's wrong? Seems perfect, to me..." She pushed the Eject button and demanded, "Take me back to town. Now!" WTF?! All the way down, she kept fuming, "I can't believe that terrible, bizarre music that you played for me!"
17 years or so ago I was in LA visiting my architect friend, and we took a long stoned drive to Mineral King, where we were to park and start a trek that would take us several days off-trail way up into The Kaweah Peaks, and when it was my turn to choose the tunes, I put Combat Rock in. When this song came along, he couldn't stop raving about it, and made me rewind and play it multiple times. He loved it so much that he convinced me to let him borrow the tape for awhile. After our week-long camping and climbing trip, I went down to visit a friend in San Diego for a few days. When I came back, I asked if I could have my tape back. He told me that he'd been playing it, right after I'd left, and during this song, his wife had gotten furious, screamed at him, got up, took the tape out, and had either hid it somewhere or threw it out. WTF?! War? Politics? Nah... Music, Women, and Emotions are the real True Mysteries in Life.
17 years or so ago I was in LA visiting my architect friend, and we took a long stoned drive to Mineral King, where we were to park and start a trek that would take us several days off-trail way up into The Kaweah Peaks, and when it was my turn to choose the tunes, I put Combat Rock in. When this song came along, he couldn't stop raving about it, and made me rewind and play it multiple times. He loved it so much that he convinced me to let him borrow the tape for awhile. After our week-long camping and climbing trip, I went down to visit a friend in San Diego for a few days. When I came back, I asked if I could have my tape back. He told me that he'd been playing it, right after I'd left, and during this song, his wife had gotten furious, screamed at him, got up, took the tape out, and had either hid it somewhere or threw it out. WTF?! War? Politics? Nah... Music, Women, and Emotions are the real True Mysteries in Life.
I've always loved the audacity and terrible truth in this mad, twisted ditty...
Haven't heard this in ages - nice blast from the past!
gandalfbmg wrote:
Yes! Me too! I was like, "whoa, Bill"...
Call me crazy, but when I heard this start, I kind wished it was Paper Planes...
Yes! Me too! I was like, "whoa, Bill"...
Wondering if M.I.A. sampled this for Paper Planes?
DaMoGan wrote:
Bill and 'Becca, I see what you did there. From Johnny Cash — The Man Comes Around to this? That's why RP is better than any internet radio station with computer-generated playlists, even if they had the same music collection.
Nice catch DaMoGan- Missed that:) Agree!!
Bill and 'Becca, I see what you did there. From Johnny Cash — The Man Comes Around to this? That's why RP is better than any internet radio station with computer-generated playlists, even if they had the same music collection.
Nice catch DaMoGan- Missed that:) Agree!!
Why did political rock disappear? The Clash did it right!
Bill and 'Becca, I see what you did there. From Johnny Cash — The Man Comes Around to this? That's why RP is better than any internet radio station with computer-generated playlists, even if they had the same music collection.
steppr wrote:
I dunno I just really hate that M.I.A. ripped this song, Paper Planes is so vapid by comparison.
Same thought process here
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gandalfbmg wrote:
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gandalfbmg wrote:
Call me crazy, but when I heard this start, I kind wished it was Paper Planes...
I dunno I just really hate that M.I.A. ripped this song, Paper Planes is so vapid by comparison.
steppr wrote:
same
Same thought process here
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gandalfbmg wrote:
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gandalfbmg wrote:
Call me crazy, but when I heard this start, I kind wished it was Paper Planes...
same
Same thought process here
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gandalfbmg wrote:
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gandalfbmg wrote:
Call me crazy, but when I heard this start, I kind wished it was Paper Planes...
U nummer 1
Lemme' tell you about your blood, bamboo kid
It ain't coco cola, it's rice.
Sounds exactly like what a drunk GI would tell an Ameriasian son: bad poetry indeed.
It ain't coco cola, it's rice.
Sounds exactly like what a drunk GI would tell an Ameriasian son: bad poetry indeed.
thewiseking wrote:
bad poetry and oh so earnest
bad poetry and oh so earnest
try your best
gandalfbmg wrote:
You're crazy but I uploaded that and it got accepted. Never played of course, but hey. My mistake, it did get a couple of plays.
Call me crazy, but when I heard this start, I kind wished it was Paper Planes...
You're crazy but I uploaded that and it got accepted. Never played of course, but hey. My mistake, it did get a couple of plays.
gandalfbmg wrote:
Never knew MIA/Paper Planes had sampled this tune.
Call me crazy, but when I heard this start, I kind wished it was Paper Planes...
Never knew MIA/Paper Planes had sampled this tune.
Musically perhaps not their most catchy tune, but the sentiment in the lyric is second to none, except the line in the middle that goes:
Mama San says "dig-dig-dig-dig-dig-dig-dig-dig-dig-dig-did-dig-dig-dig-doog-doog-dug-dug-dug-dug-dug-dug"
Mama San says "dig-dig-dig-dig-dig-dig-dig-dig-dig-dig-did-dig-dig-dig-doog-doog-dug-dug-dug-dug-dug-dug"
jt1 wrote:Start with Janie Jones, the Clash, the Clash
I REALLY need to get some Clash albums. Once again, RP is educating me.
He just did it again!
Snorfalorpagus wrote:
And again. Absolutely superb.
Snorfalorpagus wrote:
And again. Absolutely superb.
Call me crazy, but when I heard this start, I kind wished it was Paper Planes...
please don't play this song, pleaseeee!
This song fucking resonates.
fil wrote:
And again. Absolutely superb.
From "Johnny Cash - The Man Comes Around" to this. One of the best segues ever.
And again. Absolutely superb.
thewiseking wrote:
Well, I still love this song although I think the Clash was overrated for an American audience. Fredriley has a very interesting take on The Clash as a band influencing British politics and culture.
The movie "Straight to Hell" was a mess from what I remember reading of it. Alex Cox rounded up his buddies to make a movie and have fun--I don't think he took it seriously. Joe Strummer according to an article I read (Q Magazine? Vanity Fair? something like that) totally threw himself into his role and was sleeping outside under a wagon during the filming.
Courtney Love? Courtney Love is a disaster. Crazy and disruptive as she might have been, she wasn't a groupie--looks like she was the leading lady in the movie. All the more reason to skip the film.
You can read another guy's take from imdb.com and decide for yourself. You get the sense that a studio gave Cox a bit of money but only got a home movie in return:
What's wrong with the kid? Sexual Tension.
This helps demonstrate that alot of what the Clash did was rubbish and sounds terribly dated.
btw, I was at the NY Film Festival Premiere of the film Straight to Hell, which was an absolute disaster. A crazy, distruptive groupie kept talking thru the film and I believe was thrown out. That groupie....................Courtney Love.
btw, I was at the NY Film Festival Premiere of the film Straight to Hell, which was an absolute disaster. A crazy, distruptive groupie kept talking thru the film and I believe was thrown out. That groupie....................Courtney Love.
Well, I still love this song although I think the Clash was overrated for an American audience. Fredriley has a very interesting take on The Clash as a band influencing British politics and culture.
The movie "Straight to Hell" was a mess from what I remember reading of it. Alex Cox rounded up his buddies to make a movie and have fun--I don't think he took it seriously. Joe Strummer according to an article I read (Q Magazine? Vanity Fair? something like that) totally threw himself into his role and was sleeping outside under a wagon during the filming.
Courtney Love? Courtney Love is a disaster. Crazy and disruptive as she might have been, she wasn't a groupie--looks like she was the leading lady in the movie. All the more reason to skip the film.
You can read another guy's take from imdb.com and decide for yourself. You get the sense that a studio gave Cox a bit of money but only got a home movie in return:
What's wrong with the kid? Sexual Tension.
This is a story of three desperadoes and a girl who accidentally go to a small town after screwing up an assassination job and robbing a bank. The town is owned by the McMahon family (the Pogues with a few others thrown in) all of whom are addicted to coffee and enjoy killing and being all in all bastards. There's tension, characters clashing and sexual. The film didn't have a whole lot of a plot, but that doesn't really matter much because it seems to be more of a spoof on spaghetti westerns and even the actors and actresses themselves. It takes repeated viewing to really get down what is going on and how the parties are related to each other, but that doesn't seem to matter quite so much. All in all, I recommend this film to those of you who love weird movies and everyone who remembers the 80's punk scene.
This is near the top of my favorite Clash tunes...
fil wrote:
He just did it again. That was awesome.
From "Johnny Cash - The Man Comes Around" to this. One of the best segues ever.
He just did it again. That was awesome.
Am I the only one out there...?
msymmes wrote:
msymmes wrote:
Joe was a genius!
Joe was a genius!
fil wrote:
Yes, this.
From "Johnny Cash - The Man Comes Around" to this. One of the best segues ever.
Yes, this.
''Man, those cats were kung fu fighting..''
Ditto fil 
. Brilliant!
. Brilliant! From "Johnny Cash - The Man Comes Around" to this. One of the best segues ever.
SO-HO TRUE! It's. The. Clash.
'Nuff said.
Luciano wrote:
'Nuff said.
Luciano wrote:
The Clash, always on a higher level. As to the lyrics, the theme itself sets this song milles ahead of other bands. The music fits the lyrics. It´s not a song to dance or to bang your head. It´s The Clash.
jackiewelsh wrote:
what an awesome segue fr cash!
From Cash to Clash, so to say.
what an awesome segue fr cash!From Cash to Clash, so to say.
I REALLY need to get some Clash albums. Once again, RP is educating me.
please make it stop.. oh, right! PSD!
jackiewelsh wrote:what an awesome segue fr cash!
Yes, love both very much -
what an awesome segue fr cash!Yes, love both very much -
what an awesome segue fr cash!
ubuntourist wrote:
That is wonderful. Best pun I've seen in awhile.
"Go straight to Hellboy"
That is wonderful. Best pun I've seen in awhile.
This is not my favorite Clash track by any stretch, but this does fit nicely after Johnny Cash's "The Man Comes Around." This is why I listen to RP instead of Pandora. I don't have either track and wouldn't have put them together.
80's flashback: Alex Cox's "Walker", scored by Strummer, inspired by Marlon Brando's "Burn!"
reagan thatcher and company, poppa bush and his cia central american manipulations,
Remember some american culture that had you do some research?
reagan thatcher and company, poppa bush and his cia central american manipulations,
Remember some american culture that had you do some research?
"Go straight to Hellboy"
The Clash, always on a higher level. As to the lyrics, the theme itself sets this song milles ahead of other bands. The music fits the lyrics. It´s not a song to dance or to bang your head. It´s The Clash.
socalhol wrote:
Thanks for sharing — now I think I need to check it out! Here's a photo of the Clash from that episode on NBC.com. And from there I see it was Season 8, Episode 3 (that aired Oct 9, 1982) — which can be watched on streaming Netflix, if you have that membership feature.
EDIT: oops, guess not — musical guests are NOT included. bastards
Here it is.
Thanks for sharing — now I think I need to check it out! Here's a photo of the Clash from that episode on NBC.com. And from there I see it was Season 8, Episode 3 (that aired Oct 9, 1982) — which can be watched on streaming Netflix, if you have that membership feature.
EDIT: oops, guess not — musical guests are NOT included. bastards
Here it is.
The "When the Man Comes Around"/"Straight to Hell" segue should win an Academy Award!
The lights dim.....the crowd surges forward with a roar.....The Pogues have used this as their walk-on music every time I have seen them since 2005. Whoo Hoo!
Boring. Could have been made with a 1980 drum machine and a microphone.
This is pure crap... Mute
toterola wrote:
Funny!
I couldn't disagree more about the continuing relevance of The Clash, but I would have given a small fortune to have seen Courtney tossed out on her ass!
of course the Clash continue to be relevant. Just not this stuff.
Funny!
I couldn't disagree more about the continuing relevance of The Clash, but I would have given a small fortune to have seen Courtney tossed out on her ass!
of course the Clash continue to be relevant. Just not this stuff.
thewiseking wrote:
Funny!
I couldn't disagree more about the continuing relevance of The Clash, but I would have given a small fortune to have seen Courtney tossed out on her ass!
This helps demonstrate that alot of what the Clash did was rubbish and sounds terribly dated.
btw, I was at the NY Film Festival Premiere of the film Straight to Hell, which was an absolute disaster. A crazy, distruptive groupie kept talking thru the film and I believe was thrown out. That groupie....................Courtney Love.
btw, I was at the NY Film Festival Premiere of the film Straight to Hell, which was an absolute disaster. A crazy, distruptive groupie kept talking thru the film and I believe was thrown out. That groupie....................Courtney Love.
Funny!
I couldn't disagree more about the continuing relevance of The Clash, but I would have given a small fortune to have seen Courtney tossed out on her ass!
Is it wrong that I really wanted this to be MIA?
yes