(the clash/dread)



*left channel*

Make sure!

Taking cover in the bunker tonight

Waiting for bo diddley's headlights

I feel alright

Gotta fender stratosphere

I can do anything tonight

It's in neon lights an' global rights

Frank? he's on the phone

There ain't no german girl outside

But who cares when its warm inside?

With music

Special mystery of music tragically

Exchanging slaves for majesties

Modern waves of tragedy

Packing a to pience colt pair of shoots

A shiny grey mexican suit

The blue eyed traffic can sashay by

'cos tonight the sailor boys have hit shanghai

The kick-out traffic goes creaking by

I smash my glass and shout shanghi

My drummer friend comes shooting by

He said errol flynn will never die

Oh no! who am i to question why?

And are you lonesome tonight

And do ya need a country cowboy

Who's just thin and tight in those

Brrrr bus depot jeans

With a squirt resistant stud stud

Hey stoner



Get over there in the spliffbunker one

Becos london bridge was sold somehow

But it was too old anyhow

When uncle sam has broken down

We'll make him down in old japan

Say yeee



Well there ain't no better blend

Than joe ely and his texas men

Where the wind blows

I ain't seen none like that scenery

You can see from a bus if you pay the price



Wave my arms around

Flag one of those taxi's maybe

I saw a girl somewhere somehow

Forever sticks in my mind somehow

I've just got three lines

And a pair of two's

Like a lucky roll of dice that you

You cast



*right channel*

If music could talk!

Which means

Whatever your mind can bring

Likethe apple fell off the tree

Pah! fell right on his head

Yeah many years ago



There was a man who said

I am a shaman

A voodoo shaman

Got in trouble so he's going out

Mixing up and haiti! oh!

And the crickets

Buddy holly said it was

Brrr brrr yiii!



If music could talk you know



I feel kinda lonely

Standing out on the floor

Of electric ladyland...

Cos this is a good question samson

Are you partly arabic?



Chi man! whatcho all about



I don't want to i can't hope to

Say it all in one go

Occasionally once or twice

A day i feel alive enough to say

Let's hear what the drummerman's

Got to say about

He said is it errol flynn's birthday or not?

Sept 12 until october

If they pack 2 piece

Colt pair of shoots

We got the shiny grey mexican suits

I'm just wasting a great big

Corporation and the entire fund

The girders of wall street

And thetemples of money

And the high priests

Of the expense account

And im wasting the whole thing

I come down in yamaha-ha

They make the best pianos-time to step-up