Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Noir Music from The Clash



 SOMEBODY GOT MURDERED – THE CLASH

 Somebody got murdered,
His name cannot be found,
A small stain on the pavement,
They'll scrub it off the ground.


GUNS OF BRIXTON – THE CLASH

 
When they kick at your front door,
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head,
Or on the trigger of your gun.








LONDON CALLING -- THE CLASH


London calling to the imitation zone,
Forget it, brother, you can go it alone,
London calling to the zombies of death,
Quit holding out, and draw another breath,
London calling, and I don’t wanna shout,
But while we were talking, I saw you nodding out,
London calling, see we ain’t got no high,
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes.

The ice age is coming, the sun’s zooming in,
Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin,
A nuclear error, but I have no fear,
‘Cause London is drowning, and I live by the river.


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