8. The Clash - London Calling

The Clash

 

Bursting with creative energy, the Clash's 1979 double album made up for the artistic and commercial disappointment of its predecessor, 1978's Give 'Em Enough Rope. Produced by ex-Mott the Hoople Guy Stevens, the band recorde what proved to be the best work of their career. Running from hard rock (the title track) to rockabilly ("Brand New Cadillac") to reggae ("Rudy Can't Fail") to pop (the Top 40 hit "Train in Vain"), the Clash knocked down all musical walls.
London Calling 
(Strummer/Jones) 
 
London calling to the faraway towns 
Now that war is declared-and battle come down 
London calling to the underworld 
Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls 
London calling, now don't look at us 
All that phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust 
London calling, see we ain't got no swing 
'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing 
 
CHORUS 
The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in 
Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin 
A nuclear error, but I have no fear 
London is drowning-and I live by the river 
 
London calling to the imitation zone 
Forget it, brother, an' go it alone 
London calling upon the zombies of death 
Quit holding out-and draw another breath 
London calling-and I don't wanna shout 
But when we were talking-I saw you nodding out 
London calling, see we ain't got no highs 
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes 
 
CHORUS 
 
Now get this 
London calling, yeah, I was there, too 
An' you know what they said? Well, some of it was true! 
London calling at the top of the dial 
After all this, won't you give me a smile? 
 
I never felt so much a' like 
 
 
 
Brand New Cadillac 
(Vince Taylor) 
 
Driiiiiiiive!!! 
Driiiiiiiive!!! 
 
My baby drove up in a brand new Cadillac 
Yes she did! 
My baby drove up in a brand new Cadillac 
She said, "Hey, come here, Daddy!" 
"I ain't never comin' back!" 
 
Baby, baby, won't you hear my plea? 
C'mon, sugar, just come on back to me 
She said, "Balls to you, Big Daddy." 
She ain't never coming back! 
 
Baby, baby, won't you hear my plea? 
Oh c'mon, just hear my plea 
She said, "Balls to you, Daddy." 
She ain't coming back to me 
 
Baby, baby drove up in a Cadillac 
I said, "Jesus Christ! Where'd you get that cadillac?" 
She said, "Balls to you, Daddy." 
She ain't never coming back! 
 
 
 
Jimmy Jazz 
(Strummer/Jones) 
 
The police walked in for Jimmy Jazz 
I said, he ain't here, but he sure went past 
Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Jazz 
 
Sattamassagana for Jimmy Dread 
Cut off his ears and chop off his head 
Police came looking for Jimmy Jazz 
 
So if you're gonna take a message 'cross this town 
Maybe put it down somewhere over the other side 
See it gets to Jimmy Jazz 
 
Don't you bother me, not anymore 
I can't take this tale, oh, no more 
It's all around, Jimmy Jazz 
 
J-a-zee zee J-a-zed zed 
J-a-zed zed Jimmy Jazz 
And then it sucks, he said, suck that! 
So go look all around, you can try your luck, brother 
ANd see what you found 
But I guarantee that it ain't your day 
Chop! Chop! 
 
 
 
Hateful 
(Strummer/Jones) 
 
Well, I got a friend who's a man 
What man? 
The man who keeps me from the lovely 
He gives me what I need 
What you need? What you got? 
I need it all so badly 
 
CHORUS 
Oh, anything I want he gives it to me 
Anything I want he gives it, but not for free 
It's hateful 
And it's paid for and I'm so grateful to be nowhere 
 
This year I've lost some friends 
Some friends? What friends? 
I dunno, I ain't even noticed 
 
You see, I gotta go out again 
Again? My friend 
I gotta see that mainman 
 
I killed all my nerves 
My nerves? What swerves? 
And I can't drive so steady 
 
I've lost my memory 
My mind? Behind! 
I can't see so clearly 
 
CHORUS 
 
 
 
Rudie Can't Fail 
(Strummer/Jones) 
 
Sing, Michael, sing-on the route of the 19 Bus 
Hear them sayin' 
How you get a rude and a reckless? 
Don't you be so crude and a feckless 
You been drinking brew for breakfast 
Rudie can't fail 
 
So we reply 
I know that my life make you nervous 
But I tell you that I can't live in service 
Like the doctor who was born for a purpose*** 
Rudie can't fail 
 
I WENT TO THE MARKET TO REALISE MY SOUL 
'CAUSE WHAT I NEED I JUST DON'T HAVE 
FIRST THEY CURSE, THEN THEY PRESS ME TILL I HURT 
WE SAY RUDIE CAN'T FAIL 
 
We hear them sayin' 
Now first you must cure your temper 
Then you find a job in the paper 
You need someone for a saviour 
Oh, Rudie can't fail 
 
We reply 
Now we get a rude and a reckless 
We been seen lookin' cool an' a speckless 
We been drinking brew for breakfast 
So Rudie can't fail 
 
Okay! 
So where you wanna go today? 
Hey boss man! 
You're looking pretty smart 
In your chicken skin suit 
 
You think you're pretty hot 
In your pork pie hat 
But...Rudie can't fail 
Look out, look out... 
Sky juice!...10 cents a bottle! 
 
*DOCTOR ALIMANTADO 
 
 
 
Spanish Bombs 
(Strummer/Jones) 
 
Spanish songs in Andalucia 
The shooting sites in the days of '39 
Oh, please, leave the vendanna open 
Fredrico Lorca is dead and gone 
Bullet holes in the cemetery walls 
The black cars of the Guardia Civil 
Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica 
I'm flying in a DC 10 tonight 
 
CHORUS 
Spanish bombs, yo tequierro y finito 
Yote querda, oh mi corazon 
Spanish bombs, yo te quierro y finito 
Yo te querda, oh mi corazon 
 
Spanish weeks in my disco casino 
The freedom fighters died upon the hill 
They sang the red flag 
They wore the black one 
But after they died it was Mockingbird Hill 
Back home the buses went up in flashes 
The Irish tomb was drenched in blood 
Spanish bombs shatter the hotels 
My senorita's rose was nipped in the bud 
 
CHORUS 
 
The hillsides ring with "Free the people" 
Or can I hear the echo from the days of '39? 
With trenches full of poets 
The ragged army, fixin' bayonets to fight the other line 
Spanish bombs rock the province 
I'm hearing music from another time 
Spanish bombs on the Costa Brava 
I'm flying in on a DC 10 tonight 
Spanish songs in Andalucia, Mandolina, oh mi corazon 
Spanish songs in Granada, oh mi corazon 
 
 
 
Right Profile, The 
(Strummer/Jones) 
 
Say, where did I see this guy? 
In Red River? 
Or a place in the sun? 
Maybe the Misfits? 
Or From Here to Eternity? 
 
Everybody say, "Is he all right?" 
And everybody say, "What's he like?" 
Everybody say, "He sure look funny." 
That's...Montgomery Clift, honey! 
 
New York, New York, New York, 42nd Street 
Hustlers rustle and pimps pimp the beat 
Monty Clift is recognized at dawn 
He ain't got no shoes and his clothes are torn 
 
I see a car smashed at night 
Cut the applause and dim the light 
Monty's face is broken on a wheel 
Is he alive? Can he still feel? 
 
Nembutol numbs it all 
But I prefer alcohol 
 
He said go out and get me my old movie stills 
Go out and get me another roll of pills 
There I go again shaking, but I ain't got the chills 
 
ARRRGHHHGORRA BUH BHUH DO ARRRRGGGGHHHHNNNN!!!! 
 
 
 
Lost in the Supermarket 
(Strummer/Jones) 
 
CHORUS 
I'm all lost in the supermarket 
I can no longer shop happily 
I came in her for that special offer 
A guaranteed personality 
 
I wasn't born so much as I fell out 
Nobody seemed to notice me 
We had a hedge back home in the suburbs 
Over which I never could see 
 
I heard the people who lived on the ceiling 
Scream and fight most scarily 
Hearing that noise was my first ever feeling 
That's how it's been all around me 
 
CHORUS 
 
I'm all tuned in, I see all the programmes 
I save coupons from packets of tea 
I've got my giant hit discoteque album 
I empty a bottle and I feel a bit free 
 
The kids in the halls and the pipes in the walls 
Make me noises for company 
Long distance callers make long distance calls 
And the silence makes me lonely 
 
CHORUS 
 
And it's not hear 
It disappear 
I'm all lost 
 
 
 
Clampdown 
(Strummer/Jones) 
 
What are we gonna do now? 
Taking off his turban, they said, is this man a Jew? 
'Cause they're working for the clampdown 
They put up a poster saying we earn more than you! 
When we're working for the clampdown 
We will teach our twisted speech 
To the young believers 
We will train our blue-eyed men 
To be young believers 
 
The judge said five to ten-but I say double that again 
I'm not working for the clampdown 
No man born with a living soul 
Can be working for the clampdown 
Kick over the wall 'cause government's to fall 
How can you refuse it? 
Let fury have the hour, anger can be power 
D'you know that you can use it? 
 
The voices in your head are calling 
Stop wasting your time, there's nothing coming 
Only a fool would think someone could save you 
The men at the factory are old and cunning 
You don't owe nothing, so boy get runnin' 
It's the best years of your life they want to steal 
 
You grow up and you calm down 
You're working for the clampdown 
You start wearing the blue and brown 
You're working for the clampdown 
So you got someone to boss around 
It makes you feel big now 
You drift until you brutalize 
You made your first kill now 
 
In these days of evil presidentes 
Working for the clampdown 
But lately one or two has fully paid their due 
For working for the clampdown 
But ha! Gitalong! Gitalong! 
 
And I've given away no secrets 
Who's barmy now? 
 
 
 
Guns of Brixton, The 
(Paul Simonon) 
 
When they kick at your front door 
How you gonna come? 
With your hands on your head 
Or on the trigger of your gun 
 
When the law break in 
How you gonna go? 
Shot down on the pavement 
Or waiting on death row 
 
You can crush us 
You can bruise us 
But you'll have to answer to 
Oh, the guns of Brixton 
 
The money feels good 
And your life you like it well 
But surely your time will come 
As in heaven, as in hell 
 
You see, he feels like Ivan 
Born under the Brixton sun 
His game is called survivin' 
At the end of the harder they come 
 
You know it means no mercy 
They caught him with a gun 
No need for the Black Maria 
Goodbye to the Brixton sun 
 
You can crush us 
You can bruise us 
Yes, even shoot us 
But oh-the guns of Brixton 
 
When they kick at your front door 
How you gonna come? 
With your hands on your head 
Or on the trigger of your gun 
 
You can crush us 
You can bruise us 
Yes, even shoot us 
But oh-the guns of Brixton 
 
Shot down on the pavement 
Waiting in death row 
His game is called survivin' 
As in heaven as in hell 
 
You can crush us 
You can bruise us 
But you'll have to answer to 
Oh, the guns of Brixton 
 
 
 
Wrong 'Em Boyo 
(C. Alphanso) 
 
Stagger Lee met Billy and they go down to gambling 
Stagger Lee throwed seven 
Billy said that he throwed eight 
So Billy said, hey Stagger! I'm gonna make my big attack 
I'm gonna have to leave my knife in your back 
 
Why do you try to cheat? 
And trample people under your feet 
Don't you know it is wrong? 
To cheat the trying man 
So you better stop, it is the wrong 'em boyo 
 
You lie, steal, cheat and deceit 
In such a small, small game 
Don't you know it is wrong 
 
Billy Boy has been shot 
And Stagger Lee's come out on top 
Don't you know it is wrong 
To cheat the trying man 
To cheat Stagger man 
You'd better stop 
So you must start all over again-all over again 
You got to play it, Billy, play, you got to play it, Billy, play 
And you will find it is the right 'em boyo 
 
But if you must lie and deceit 
And trample people under your feet 
Don't you know it is wrong 
It is the wrong 'em boyo 
 
 
 
Death or Glory 
(Strummer/Jones) 
 
Every cheap hood strikes a bargain with the world 
And ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl 
Love 'n' hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands 
The hands that slap his kids around 'cause they don't understand 
 
How death or glory becomes just another story 
How death or glory becomes just another story 
'N' every gimmick hungry yob digging gold from rock 'n' roll 
Grabs the mike to tell us he'll die before he's sold 
But i believe in this-and it's been tested by research 
That he who fucks nun will later join the church 
 
From every dingy basement on every dingy street 
I hear every dragging handclap over every dragging beat 
That's just the beat of time-the beat that must go on 
If you been trying for years-then we already heard your song 
 
 
 
Koka Kola 
(Strummer/Jones) 
 
Elevator! Going up! 
In the gleaming corridors of the 51st floor 
The money can be made if you really want some more 
Executive decision-a clinical precision 
Jumping from the windows-filled with indecision 
 
I get good advice from the advertising world 
Treat me nice says the party girl 
Koke adds life where there isn't any 
So freeze, man, freeze 
 
It's the pause that refreshes in the corridors of power 
When top men need a top up long before the happy hour 
Your snakeskin suit and your alligator boot 
You won't need a launderette, you can send them to the vet! 
 
I get my advice from the advertising world 
Treat me nice says the party girl 
Koke adds life where there isn't any 
So freeze, man, freeze 
 
Koka Kola advertising and kokaine 
Strolling down the Broadway in the rain 
Neon light sign says it 
I read it in the paper-they're crazy! 
Suit your life, maybe so 
In the White House-I know 
All Over Berlin (they've been doing it for years) 
And in Manhattan! 
 
Coming through the door is a snub nose 44 
What the barrel can't snort it can spatter on the floor 
Your eyeballs feel like pinballs 
And your tongue feels like a fish 
You're leaping from the windows-saying don't 
Ayaiiiiirrrghhh! *@!!*@!!*! 
Don't give me none of this! 
 
I get good advice from the advertising world 
Treat me nice says the party girl 
Koke adds life where there isn't any 
So freeze, man, freeze 
Hit the deck! 
 
 
 
Card Cheat, The 
(Strummer/Jones) 
 
There's a solitary man crying, "Hold me." 
It's only because he's a-lonely 
If the keeper of time runs slowly 
He won't be alive for long! 
 
If he only had time to tell of all of the things he planned 
With a card up his sleeve, what would he achieve? 
It means nothing! 
 
To the opium den and the barroom gin 
In the Belmont chair playing violins 
The gambler's face cracks into a grin 
As he lays down the king of spades 
 
But the dealer just stares 
There's something wrong here, he thinks 
The gambler is seized and forced to his knees 
And shot dead 
 
He only wanted more time 
Away from the darkest door 
But his luck it gave in 
As the dawn light crept in 
And he lay on the floor 
 
From the Hundred Year War to the Crimea 
With a lance and a musket and a Roman spear 
To all of the men who have stood with no fear 
In the service of the King 
 
Before you met your fate be sure you 
Did not forsake your lover 
May not be around anymore 
 
 
 
Lover's Rock 
(Strummer/Jones) 
 
Yeh, you must treat your lover girl right 
If you wanna make lover's rock 
You must know a place you can kiss to make lovers rock 
'Cause everybody knows it's a crying shame 
But nobody knows the poor babie's name 
When she forgot that thing that she had to swallow 
 
You Western man, you're free with your seed 
When you make lovers rock 
But woops! there goes the strength that you need 
To make real cool lovers rock 
'Cause a genuine lover takes off his clothes 
And he can make a lover in a thousand go's 
An' she don't need that thing that she had to swallow 
 
 
 
Four Horsemen 
(Strummer/Jones) 
 
Well they were given the grapes that go ripe in the sun 
That loosen the screws at the back of the tongue 
But they told no one where they had begun-four horsemen 
 
They were given al lthe foods of vanity 
And all the instant promises of immortality 
Buyt they bit the dust screamin' insanity!-four horsemen 
 
One was over the edge, one was over the cliff 
One was lickin' em dry with a bloody great spliff 
When they picked up the hiker he didn't want the lift 
From the horsemen 
 
But you! 
You're not searching, are you now? 
You're not looking anyhow 
You're never gonna ride that lonely mile 
Or put yourself up on trial 
Oh, you told me how your life was so bad 
An' I agree that it does seem sad 
But that's the price that you gotta pay 
If you're lazing all around all day 
Four horsement coming right through 
Four horsemen and they're pissing by you 
They make you look like you're wearing a truss 
Four hosemen and it's gonna be us 
 
Well they gave useverything for bending the mind 
ANd we cleaned out their pockets and we drank 'em blind 
IT's a long way to the finish so don't get left behind 
By those horsemen 
 
And they gave us the grapes that went ripe in the sun 
That loosen the scews at the back of the tongue 
But we still told nothing 'bout what was to come 
Four horsemen 
 
 
 
I'm Not Down 
(Strummer/Jones) 
 
If it's true that a rich man leads a sad life 
N' that's what they from day to day 
Then what do all the poor do with their lives? 
Have nothing to say on judgment day? 
 
I've been beat up, I've been thrown 
Out but I'm not down, I'm not down 
I've been shown up, but I've grown up 
And I'm not down, I'm not down 
 
On my own I faced a gang of jeering in strange streets 
When my nerves were pumping and I 
Fought my fear in, I did not run 
I was not done 
 
And I have lived that kind of day 
When one of your sorrows will go away 
It goes down and down and hit the floor 
Down and down and down some more 
Depression 
But I now there'll be some way 
When I can swing everything back my way 
Like skyscrapers rising up 
Floor by floor, I'm not giving up 
 
So you rock around and think that 
You're the toughest 
In the world, the whole wide world 
But you're streets away from where 
It gets the roughest 
You ain't been there 
 
 
 
Revolution Rock 
(J. Edwards/D. Ray) 
 
Revolution rock, it is a brand new rock 
A bad, bad rock, this here revolution rock 
 
Careful how you move, Mac, you dig me in me back 
An' I'm so pilled up that I rattle 
I have got the sharpeest knife, so I cut the biggest slice 
But I have no time to do battle 
 
Everybody smash up your seats and rock to this 
Brand new beat 
This here music mash up the nation 
This here music cause a sensation 
Tell your ma, tell your pa everything's gonna be all right 
Can't you feel it? DOn't ignore it 
Gonna be Arl-right 
 
Revolution rock, I am in a state of shock 
So bad, bad rock, this here revolution rock 
 
Careful how you slide, Clyde, all you did was glide 
And you poured your beer in me hat 
With my good eye on the beat, living on fixation strete 
And I ai't got no time for that 
 
 
 
Train in Vain 
(Strummer/Jones) 
 
Say you stand by your man 
Tell me something I don't understand 
You said you love me and that's a fact 
Then you left me, said you felt trapped 
 
Well some things you can explain away 
But my heartache's in me till this day 
 
CHORUS 
Did you stand by me 
No, not at all 
Did you stand by me 
No way 
 
All the times 
When we were close 
I'll remember these things the most 
I see all my dreams come tumbling down 
I won't be happy without you around 
 
So all alone I keep the wolves at bay 
There is only one thing that I can say 
 
CHORUS 
 
You must explain why this must be 
Did you lie when you spoke to me 
 
Did you stand by me 
No, not at all 
 
Now I got a job 
But it don't pay 
I need new clothes 
I need somewhere to stay 
But without all these things I can do 
But without your love I won't make it through 
 
But you don't understand my point of view 
I suppose there's nothing I can do 
 
CHORUS 
 
You must explain why this must be 
Did you lie when you spoke to me? 
 
Did you stand by me 
Did you stand by me 
No, not at all 
Did you stand by me 
No way 
Did you stand by me 
No, not at all 
Did you stand by me 
No way 

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