When they kick out your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head? Or on the trigger of your gun?
When the law breaks in How you gonna go? Shot down on the pavement Or waiting in death row
You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to OooooooOOO THE GUNS OF! OooooooOOO THE GUNS OF! OooooooOOO THE GUNS OF! BRIXTON!
You see, he feels like Ivan Born under the Brixton sun His game is called survivin' At the end of the harder they come
They say, 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! But you'll have to answer to OooooooOOO THE GUNS OF! OooooooOOO THE GUNS OF! OooooooOOO THE GUNS OF! BRIXTON! Well The money, it feels good And your life, you like it well But surely your time will come As in heaven, as in hell With your secret handshakes, your just nothing for them to take on Police gangwar takes it toll, as they fight to keep control.
You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to OooooooOOO THE GUNS OF! OooooooOOO THE GUNS OF! OooooooOOO THE GUNS OF! BRIXXXXTON!
When they kick out your front door!! How you gonna come?! With your hands on your head?! Or on the trigger of your gun! When the law breaks in! How you gonna go? Shot down on the pavement! Or Waiting in death row? You can crush us, you can bruise us you can even shoot us, but OooooooOOO THE GUNS OF! OooooooOOO THE GUNS OF! BRIXTON!!!
London calling to the faraway towns Now war is declared - and battle come down London calling to the underworld Come out of the cupboard,you boys and girls London calling, now don't look to us Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust London calling, see we ain't got no swing 'Cept for the reign of that truncheon thing
CHORUS The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin Engines stop running, but I have no fear Cause London is burning and I, I live by the river
London calling to the imitation zone Forget it, brother, you can go at 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
CHORUS x2 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, I live by the river
Now get this London calling, yes, I was there, too An' you know what they said? Well, some of it was true! London calling at the top of the dial And after all this, won't you give me a smile? London Calling
I never felt so much alike, like-a, like-a...
GUNS OF BRIXTON FTW :stallard: :stallard: :stallard:
Spanish songs in andalucía The shooting sites in the days of ’39 Oh, please, leave the ventana open Federico 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 te quiero infinito Yo te quiero, oh mi corazón Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito Yo te quiero, oh mi corazón
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 señorita’s rose was nipped in the bud
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 andalucía, mandolina, oh mi corazón Spanish songs in granada, oh mi corazón
The Clash is Ska, Although the song I was singing was a inner terrestrials cover who are punk ska, and to add to that inner terrestrials drummer is paco who was the drummer of conflict who are the biggest punk band ever I don't see why you have the emoticon as if you can judge punk
I can judge you.
I don't like you. Therefore, if you like punk, I hate punk. Why be proud of such shitty music?
USMA2010No. I can judge you. I don't like you. Therefore, if you like punk, I hate punk. Why be proud of such shitty music?
I like punk, sure, wouldn't consider myself a punk or anything, but I seriously doubt you have ever heard 'punk' music or ever will hm, reasons to be proud of conflict - Besides the musicians being musically talented (paco one of the greatest drummers ever) and being very political and standing up for their ideas to the point that most of them dont even own places but squat instead and donate every penny they make to charitys and each member of the band being personally banned by margret thatcher from playing music for 10 years and them being partly resonsible for the Brixton riots - Dunno.
The Clash=Punk. The Aquabats=Ska.
Clash isn't like usual punk. Look at me, I'm Pink Floyd fan, everyone nows that British punk lovers hate Pink Floyd. So, if you count one and one - Clash, at least the LC-Album is not typical Punk, it's more Rock - and Rock rules!
God save the queen her fascist regime It made you a moron a potential h bomb !
God save the queen she ain’t no human being There is no future in england’s dreaming
Don’t be told what you want don’t be told what you need There’s no future no future no future for you
God save the queen we mean it man (God save window leen) We love our queen God saves (God save... human beings)
God save the queen cos tourists are money And our figurehead is not what she seems Oh God save history God save your mad parade Oh lord God have mercy all crimes are paid
When there’s no future how can there be sin We’re the flowers in the dustbin We’re the poison in your human machine We’re the future your future
God save the queen we mean it man There is no future in england’s dreaming
No future for you no future for me No future no future for you