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DISCID=0b0f4313
DTITLE=The Clash / LONDON CALLING
DYEAR=1979
DGENRE=Punk Rock
TTITLE0=LONDON CALLING
TTITLE1=BRAND NEW CADILLAC
TTITLE2=JIMMY JAZZ
TTITLE3=HATEFUL
TTITLE4=RUDIE CAN'T FAIL
TTITLE5=SPANISH BOMBS
TTITLE6=THE RIGHT PROFILE
TTITLE7=LOST IN THE SUPERMARKET
TTITLE8=CLAMPDOWN
TTITLE9=THE GUNS OF BRIXTON
TTITLE10=WRONG 'EM BOYO
TTITLE11=DEATH OR GLORY
TTITLE12=KOKA KOLA
TTITLE13=THE CARD CHEAT
TTITLE14=LOVER'S ROCK
TTITLE15=FOUR HORSEMEN
TTITLE16=ï¼©'M NOT DOWN
TTITLE17=REVOLUTION ROCK
TTITLE18=TRAIN IN VAIN
EXTD= YEAR: 1979
EXTT0=London Calling\n(Strummer/Jones)\n\nLondon calling to the faraway towns\nNow that war is declared-and battle come down\nLondon calling to the underworld\nCome out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls\nLondon calling, now don't look at us\nAll th
EXTT0=at phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust\nLondon calling, see we ain't got no swing\n'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing\n\nCHORUS\nThe ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in\nEngines stop running and the wheat is growing thin\nA nucleare
EXTT0=rror, but I have no fear\nLondon is drowning-and I live by the river\n\nLondoncalling to the imitation zone\nForget it, brother, an' go it alone\nLondon calling upon the zombies of death\nQuit holding out-and draw anotherbreath\nLondon calling-and 
EXTT0=I don't wanna shout\nBut when we were talking-I saw you nodding out\nLondon calling, see we ain't got no highs\nExceptfor that one with the yellowy eyes\n\nCHORUS\n\nNow get this\nLondon calling, yeah, I was there, too\nAn' you know what they said?
EXTT0= Well, someofit was true!\nLondon calling at the top of the dial\nAfter all this,won'tyou give me a smile?\n\nI never felt so much a' like
EXTT1=Brand New Cadillac\n(Vince Taylor)\n\nDriiiiiiiive!!!\nDriiiiiiiive!!!\n\nMy baby drove up in a brand new Cadillac\nYes she did!\nMy baby droveup in a brand new Cadillac\nShe said, "Hey, come here, Daddy!"\n"I ain'tnever comin' back!"\n\nBaby, baby
EXTT1=, won't you hear my plea?\nC'mon, sugar, just come on back to me\nShe said, "Balls to you, Big Daddy."\nShe ain't never coming back!\n\nBaby, baby, won't you hear my plea?\nOh c'mon,just hear my plea\nShe said, "Balls to you, Daddy."\nShe ain't com
EXTT1=ing back to me\n\nBaby, baby drove up in a Cadillac\nI said, "Jesus Christ! Where'd you get that cadillac?"\nShe said, "Balls to you, Daddy."\nShe ain't never coming back!
EXTT2=Jimmy Jazz\n(Strummer/Jones)\n\nThe police walked in for Jimmy Jazz\nI said, he ain't here, but he sure went past\nOh, you're looking for JimmyJazz\n\nSattamassagana for Jimmy Dread\nCut off his ears and chop off his head\nPolice came looking for J
EXTT2=immy Jazz\n\nSo if you're gonna take amessage 'cross this town\nMaybe put it down somewhere over the other side\nSee it gets to Jimmy Jazz\n\nDon't you bother me, not anymore\nI can'ttake this tale, oh, no more\nIt's all around, Jimmy Jazz\n\nJ-a-z
EXTT2=ee zeeJ-a-zed zed\nJ-a-zed zed Jimmy Jazz\nAnd then it sucks, he said, suckthat!\nSo go look all around, you can try your luck, brother\nANd see whatyou found\nBut I guarantee that it ain't your day\nChop! Chop!
EXTT3=Hateful\n(Strummer/Jones)\n\nWell, I got a friend who's a man\nWhat man?\n The man who keeps me from the lovely\nHe gives me what I need\nWhat you need? What you got?\nI need it all so badly\n\nCHORUS\nOh, anything I want he gives it to me\nAnythin
EXTT3=g I want he gives it, but not for free\nIt's hateful\nAnd it's paid for and I'm so grateful to be nowhere\n\nThis year I've lost some friends\nSome friends? What friends?\nI dunno, I ain't even noticed\n\nYou see, I gotta go out again\nAgain? My fr
EXTT3=iend\nIgotta see that mainman\n\nI killed all my nerves\nMy nerves? What swerves?\nAnd I can't drive so steady\n\nI've lost my memory\nMy mind? Behind!\nI can't see so clearly\n\nCHORUS
EXTT4=Rudie Can't Fail\n(Strummer/Jones)\n\nSing, Michael, sing-on the route of the 19 Bus\nHear them sayin'\nHow you get a rude and a reckless?\nDon't you be so crude and a feckless\nYou been drinking brew for breakfast\nRudie can't fail\n\nSo we reply\
EXTT4=nI know that my life make you nervous\nBut I tell you that I can't live in service\nLike the doctor who was born for a purpose***\nRudie can't fail\n\nI WENT TO THE MARKET TO REALISE MY SOUL\n'CAUSE WHAT I NEED I JUST DON'T HAVE\nFIRST THEY CURSE,T
EXTT4=HEN THEY PRESS ME TILL I HURT\nWE SAY RUDIE CAN'T FAIL\n\nWe hear them sayin'\nNow first you must cure your temper\nThen you find a job in the paper\nYou need someone for a saviour\nOh, Rudie can't fail\n\nWe reply\nNow weget a rude and a reckless\
EXTT4=nWe been seen lookin' cool an' a speckless\nWebeen drinking brew for breakfast\nSo Rudie can't fail\n\nOkay!\nSo whereyou wanna go today?\nHey boss man!\nYou're looking pretty smart\nIn yourchicken skin suit\n\nYou think you're pretty hot\nIn your 
EXTT4=pork pie hat\nBut...Rudie can't fail\nLook out, look out...\nSky juice!...10 centsabottle!\n\n*DOCTOR ALIMANTADO
EXTT5=Spanish Bombs\n(Strummer/Jones)\n\nSpanish songs in Andalucia\nThe shooting sites in the days of '39\nOh, please, leave the vendanna open\nFredrico Lorca is dead and gone\nBullet holes in the cemetery walls\nThe black cars of the Guardia Civil\nSpa
EXTT5=nish bombs on the Costa Rica\nI'm flying in a DC 10 tonight\n\nCHORUS\nSpanish bombs, yo tequierro y finito\nYote querda, oh mi corazon\nSpanish bombs, yo te quierro y finito\nYo te querda, oh mi corazon\n\nSpanish weeks in my disco casino\nThe fre
EXTT5=edom fighters died upon the hill\nThey sang the red flag\nThey wore the black one\nBut after they died it was Mockingbird Hill\nBack home the buses went up in flashes\nThe Irish tomb was drenched in blood\nSpanish bombs shatter the hotels\nMy senor
EXTT5=ita's rose was nipped in the bud\n\nCHORUS\n\nThe hillsides ring with "Free the people"\nOr can I hear the echo from the days of '39?\nWith trenches full of poets\nThe ragged army, fixin' bayonets to fight the other line\nSpanish bombs rock the pro
EXTT5=vince\nI'm hearing music from another time\nSpanish bombs on the Costa Brava\nI'm flying in on a DC 10 tonight\nSpanish songs in Andalucia, Mandolina, oh mi corazon\nSpanish songs in Granada, oh mi corazon
EXTT6=Right Profile, The\n(Strummer/Jones)\n\nSay, where did I see this guy?\nIn Red River?\nOr a place in the sun?\nMaybe the Misfits?\nOr From Hereto Eternity?\n\nEverybody say, "Is he all right?"\nAnd everybody say, "What's he like?"\nEverybody say, "
EXTT6=He sure look funny."\nThat's...Montgomery Clift, honey!\n\nNew York, New York, New York, 42nd Street\nHustlersrustle and pimps pimp the beat\nMonty Clift is recognized at dawn\nHe ain't got no shoes and his clothes are torn\n\nI see a car smashed a
EXTT6=t night\nCut the applause and dim the light\nMonty's face is broken on a wheel\nIs he alive? Can he still feel?\n\nNembutol numbs it all\nBut I prefer alcohol\n\nHe said go out and get me my old movie stills\nGo out and getme another roll of pills\
EXTT6=nThere I go again shaking, but I ain't got thechills\n\nARRRGHHHGORRA BUH BHUH DO ARRRRGGGGHHHHNNNN!!!!
EXTT7=Lost in the Supermarket\n(Strummer/Jones)\n\nCHORUS\nI'm all lost in the supermarket\nI can no longer shop happily\nI came in her for that special offer\nA guaranteed personality\n\nI wasn't born so much as I fell out\nNobody seemed to notice me\nW
EXTT7=e had a hedge back home in the suburbs\nOver which I never could see\n\nI heard the people who lived on the ceiling\nScream and fight most scarily\nHearing that noise was my first ever feeling\nThat's how it's been all around me\n\nCHORUS\n\nI'm al
EXTT7=l tunedin, I see all the programmes\nI save coupons from packets of tea\nI've got my giant hit discoteque album\nI empty a bottle and I feel a bit free\n\nThe kids in the halls and the pipes in the walls\nMake me noises forcompany\nLong distance ca
EXTT7=llers make long distance calls\nAnd the silencemakes me lonely\n\nCHORUS\n\nAnd it's not hear\nIt disappear\nI'm alllost
EXTT8=Clampdown\n(Strummer/Jones)\n\nWhat are we gonna do now?\nTaking off his turban, they said, is this man a Jew?\n'Cause they're working for the clampdown\nThey put up a poster saying we earn more than you!\nWhen we're working for the clampdown\nWe w
EXTT8=ill teach our twisted speech\nTo the young believers\nWe will train our blue-eyed men\nTo be young believers\n\nThe judge said five to ten-but I say double that again\nI'm not workingfor the clampdown\nNo man born with a living soul\nCan be working
EXTT8= for the clampdown\nKick over the wall 'cause government's to fall\nHow can yourefuse it?\nLet fury have the hour, anger can be power\nD'you know thatyou can use it?\n\nThe voices in your head are calling\nStop wasting yourtime, there's nothing com
EXTT8=ing\nOnly a fool would think someone could saveyou\nThe men at the factory are old and cunning\nYou don't owe nothing,so boy get runnin'\nIt's the best years of your life they want to steal\n\nYou grow up and you calm down\nYou're working for the c
EXTT8=lampdown\nYoustart wearing the blue and brown\nYou're working for the clampdown\nSoyou got someone to boss around\nIt makes you feel big now\nYou driftuntilyou brutalize\nYou made your first kill now\n\nIn these days of evil presidentes\nWorking fo
EXTT8=r the clampdown\nBut lately one or two has fully paid their due\nFor working for the clampdown\nBut ha! Gitalong! Gitalong!\n\nAnd I've given away no secrets\nWho's barmy now?
EXTT9=Guns of Brixton, The\n(Paul Simonon)\n\nWhen they kick at your front door\nHow you gonna come?\nWith your hands on your head\nOr on the triggerof your gun\n\nWhen the law break in\nHow you gonna go?\nShot down on the pavement\nOr waiting on death r
EXTT9=ow\n\nYou can crush us\nYou can bruiseus\nBut you'll have to answer to\nOh, the guns of Brixton\n\nThe money feels good\nAnd your life you like it well\nBut surely your time will come\nAs in heaven, as in hell\n\nYou see, he feels like Ivan\nBorn u
EXTT9=nder the Brixton sun\nHis game is called survivin'\nAt the end of the harder they come\n\nYou know it means no mercy\nThey caught him with a gun\nNo need for the Black Maria\nGoodbye to the Brixton sun\n\nYou can crush us\nYou can bruise us\nYes, e
EXTT9=ven shoot us\nBut oh-the guns of Brixton\n\nWhen they kick at your front door\nHow you gonna come?\nWith your hands on your head\nOr on the trigger of your gun\n\nYou can crush us\nYou can bruise us\nYes, even shoot us\nBut oh-the guns of Brixton\n
EXTT9=\nShot down on the pavement\nWaiting in death row\nHis game is called survivin'\nAs in heaven as in hell\n\nYou can crush us\nYou can bruise us\nBut you'll have to answer to\nOh, the guns of Brixton
EXTT10=Wrong 'Em Boyo\n(C. Alphanso)\n\nStagger Lee met Billy and they go down to gambling\nStagger Lee throwed seven\nBilly said that he throwed eight\nSo Billy said, hey Stagger! I'm gonna make my big attack\nI'm gonna have to leave my knife in your ba
EXTT10=ck\n\nWhy do you try to cheat?\nAnd trample people under your feet\nDon't you know it is wrong?\nTo cheat the trying man\nSo you better stop, it is the wrong 'em boyo\n\nYou lie,steal, cheat and deceit\nIn such a small, small game\nDon't you knowi
EXTT10=tis wrong\n\nBilly Boy has been shot\nAnd Stagger Lee's come out on top\nDon't you know it is wrong\nTo cheat the trying man\nTo cheat Staggerman\nYou'd better stop\nSo you must start all over again-all over again\nYou got to play it, Billy, play,
EXTT10= you got to play it, Billy, play\nAnd you will find it is the right 'em boyo\n\nBut if you must lie and deceit\nAnd trample people under your feet\nDon't you know it is wrong\nItisthe wrong 'em boyo
EXTT11=Death or Glory\n(Strummer/Jones)\n\nEvery cheap hood strikes a bargainwith the world\nAnd ends up making payments on a sofa or a girl\nLove 'n' hate tattooed across the knuckles of his hands\nThe hands that slaphis kids around 'cause they don't un
EXTT11=derstand\n\nHow death or glory becomes just another story\nHow death or glory becomes just another story\n'N' every gimmick hungry yob digging gold from rock 'n' roll\nGrabs the mike to tell us he'll die before he's sold\nBut i believe in this-and
EXTT11=it's been tested by research\nThat he who fucks nun will later join the church\n\nFrom every dingy basement on every dingy street\nI hear every dragging handclap over every dragging beat\nThat's just the beat of time-the beat that must go on\nIf y
EXTT11=ou been trying for years-then we already heard your song
EXTT12=Koka Kola\n(Strummer/Jones)\n\nElevator! Going up!\nIn the gleaming corridors of the 51st floor\nThe money can be made if you really want some more\nExecutive decision-a clinical precision\nJumping from the windows-filled with indecision\n\nI getg
EXTT12=ood advice from the advertising world\nTreat me nice says the party girl\nKoke adds life where there isn'tany\nSo freeze, man, freeze\n\nIt's the pause that refreshes in the corridors of power\nWhen top men need a top up long before the happy hour
EXTT12=\nYour snakeskin suit and your alligator boot\nYou won't need a launderette, you can send them to the vet!\n\nI get my advice from the advertising world\nTreat me nice says the party girl\nKoke adds life where there isn't any\nSo freeze, man, free
EXTT12=ze\n\nKoka Kola advertising and kokaine\nStrolling down the Broadway in the rain\nNeon light sign says it\nIread it in the paper-they're crazy!\nSuit your life, maybe so\nIn the White House-I know\nAll Over Berlin (they've been doing it for years)
EXTT12=\nAnd in Manhattan!\n\nComing through the door is a snub nose 44\nWhat the barrel can't snort it can spatter on the floor\nYour eyeballs feel likepinballs\nAnd your tongue feels like a fish\nYou're leaping from thewindows-saying don't\nAyaiiiiirrr
EXTT12=ghhh! *@!!*@!!*!\nDon't give me none of this!\n\nI get good advice from the advertising world\nTreat me nicesaysthe party girl\nKoke adds life where there isn't any\nSo freeze, man,freeze\nHit the deck!
EXTT13=Card Cheat, The\n(Strummer/Jones)\n\nThere's a solitary man crying, "Hold me."\nIt's only because he's a-lonely\nIf the keeper of time runs slowly\nHe won't be alive for long!\n\nIf he only had time to tell of all of the things he planned\nWith ac
EXTT13=ard up his sleeve, what would he achieve?\nIt means nothing!\n\nTo the opium den and the barroom gin\nIn the Belmont chair playing violins\nThe gambler's face cracks into a grin\nAs he lays down the king of spades\n\nBut the dealer just stares\nTh
EXTT13=ere's something wrong here, he thinks\nThe gambler is seized and forced to his knees\nAnd shot dead\n\nHe only wanted more time\nAway from the darkest door\nBut his luck it gave in\nAs the dawn light crept in\nAnd he lay on the floor\n\nFrom theHu
EXTT13=ndred Year War to the Crimea\nWith a lance and a musket and a Roman spear\nTo all of the men who have stood with no fear\nIn the service of the King\n\nBefore you met your fate besure you\nDid not forsake your lover\nMay not be around anymore
EXTT14=Lover's Rock\n(Strummer/Jones)\n\nYeh, you must treat your lover girl right\nIf you wanna make lover's rock\nYou must know a place you can kiss to make lovers rock\n'Cause everybody knows it's a crying shame\nButnobody knows the poor babie's name\
EXTT14=nWhen she forgot that thing that shehad to swallow\n\nYou Western man, you're free with your seed\nWhen youmake lovers rock\nBut woops! there goes the strength that you need\nTomake real cool lovers rock\n'Cause a genuine lover takes off his cloth
EXTT14=es\nAnd he can make a lover in a thousand go's\nAn' she don't need thatthing that she had to swallow
EXTT15=Four Horsemen\n(Strummer/Jones)\n\nWell they were given the grapes that go ripe in the sun\nThat loosen the screws at the back of the tongue\nBut they told no one where they had begun-four horsemen\n\nThey were given al lthe foods of vanity\nAnd a
EXTT15=ll the instant promises of immortality\nBuyt they bit the dust screamin' insanity!-four horsemen\n\nOne wasover the edge, one was over the cliff\nOne was lickin' em dry with a bloody great spliff\nWhen they picked up the hiker he didn't want the l
EXTT15=ift\nFrom the horsemen\n\nBut you!\nYou're not searching, are you now?\nYou're not looking anyhow\nYou're never gonna ride that lonely mile\nOrput yourself up on trial\nOh, you told me how your life was so bad\nAn' I agree that it does seem sad\nB
EXTT15=ut that's the price that you gotta pay\nIf you're lazing all around all day\nFour horsement coming right through\nFour horsemen and they're pissing by you\nThey make you look likeyou're wearing a truss\nFour hosemen and it's gonna be us\n\nWell th
EXTT15=eygave useverything for bending the mind\nANd we cleaned out their pockets and we drank 'em blind\nIT's a long way to the finish so don't get left behind\nBy those horsemen\n\nAnd they gave us the grapes that went ripein the sun\nThat loosen the s
EXTT15=cews at the back of the tongue\nBut we still told nothing 'bout what was to come\nFour horsemen
EXTT16=I'm Not Down\n(Strummer/Jones)\n\nIf it's true that a rich man leads asad life\nN' that's what they from day to day\nThen what do all the poor do with their lives?\nHave nothing to say on judgment day?\n\nI've been beat up, I've been thrown\nOut b
EXTT16=ut I'm not down, I'm not down\nI'vebeen shown up, but I've grown up\nAnd I'm not down, I'm not down\n\nOnmyown I faced a gang of jeering in strange streets\nWhen my nerves were pumping and I\nFought my fear in, I did not run\nI was not done\n\nAnd
EXTT16= Ihave lived that kind of day\nWhen one of your sorrows will go away\nItgoes down and down and hit the floor\nDown and down and down some more\nDepression\nBut I now there'll be some way\nWhen I can swing everythingback my way\nLike skyscrapers ri
EXTT16=sing up\nFloor by floor, I'm notgivingup\n\nSo you rock around and think that\nYou're the toughest\nIn theworld, the whole wide world\nBut you're streets away from where\nIt gets the roughest\nYou ain't been there
EXTT17=Revolution Rock\n(J. Edwards/D. Ray)\n\nRevolution rock, it is a brandnew rock\nA bad, bad rock, this here revolution rock\n\nCareful how youmove, Mac, you dig me in me back\nAn' I'm so pilled up that I rattle\nIhave got the sharpeest knife, so Ic
EXTT17=ut the biggest slice\nBut I havenotime to do battle\n\nEverybody smash up your seats and rock to this\nBrand new beat\nThis here music mash up the nation\nThis here music cause a sensation\nTell your ma, tell your pa everything's gonna be all righ
EXTT17=t\nCan't you feel it? DOn't ignore it\nGonna be Arl-right\n\nRevolution rock, I am in a state of shock\nSo bad, bad rock, this here revolution rock\n\nCareful how you slide, Clyde, all you did was glide\nAnd youpoured your beer in me hat\nWith my 
EXTT17=good eye on the beat, living on fixation strete\nAnd I ai't got no time for that
EXTT18=Train in Vain\n(Strummer/Jones)\n\nSay you stand by your man\nTell me something I don't understand\nYou said you love me and that's a fact\nThen you left me, said you felt trapped\n\nWell some things you can explain away\nBut my heartache's in met
EXTT18=ill this day\n\nCHORUS\nDid you stand by me\nNo, not at all\nDid you stand by me\nNo way\n\nAll the times\nWhen we were close\nI'll remember these things the most\nI see all my dreams come tumbling down\nI won't be happy without you around\n\nSoal
EXTT18=l alone I keep the wolves at bay\nThere is only one thing that I can say\n\nCHORUS\n\nYou must explain why this must be\nDid you lie when you spoke to me\n\nDid you stand by me\nNo, not at all\n\nNow I got a job\nBut it don't pay\nI need new cloth
EXTT18=es\nI need somewhere to stay\nBut without all these things I can do\nBut without your love I won't make it through\n\nBut you don't understand my point of view\nI suppose there's nothing I can do\n\nCHORUS\n\nYou must explain why this must be\nDid
EXTT18= you lie when you spoke to me?\n\nDid you stand by me\nDid you stand by me\nNo, not at all\nDid you stand by me\nNo way\nDid you stand by me\nNo,not at all\nDid you stand by me\nNo way
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