The Clash - This Is Radio Clash

Interrupting all programmes

This is radio clash from pirate satellite

Orbiting your living room,
Cashing in the bill of rights
Cuban army surplus or refusing all third lights
This is radio clash on pirate satellite

This sound does not subscribe
To the international plan
In the psycho shadow of the white right hand
Then that see ghettology as an urban Vietnam
Giving deadly exhibitions of murder by napalm

This is radio clash tearing up the seven veils
This is radio clash please save us, not the whales
This is radio clash underneath a mushroom cloud
This is radio clash
You don't need that funeral shroud

Forces have been looting
My humanity
Curfews have been curbing
The end of liberty

Hands of law have sorted through
My identity
But now this sound is brave
And wants to be free - anyway to be free

This is radio clash on pirate satellite
This is not free Europe
Not an armed force network
This is radio clash using audio ammunition
This is radio clash can we get that world to listen?
This is radio clash using aural ammunition
This is radio clash can we get that world to listen?
This is radio clash on pirate satellite
Orbiting your living room,
Cashing in the bill of rights
This is radio clash on pirate satellite
This is radio clash everybody hold on tight

A-riggy diggy dig dang dang

Go back to urban 'nam

The Pogues - The Sick Bed of Cuchulainn

McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands
You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands

When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got syph down in Cologne
And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone
Frank Ryan bought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid
And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was cursing all the Yids
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair

And in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout
But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out
They took you out into the street and kicked you in the brains
So you walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair

You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl
There was lousy drunken bastards singing "Billy In The Bowl"
They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch
So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church

Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks
And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box
Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground
But you'll stick your head back out and shout "We'll have another round"
At the graveside of Cuchulainn we'll kneel around and pray
And God is in His heaven, and Billy's down by the bay

U2 - Hold me, Thrill me, Kiss me, Kill me

You don't know how you took it
You just know what you got
Oh lawdy, you been stealing from the thieves
And you got caught
In the headlights of a stretch car,
You're a star.

Dressing like your sister
Living like a tart
If they don't know what you're doin'
Babe it must be art,
You're a headache, in a suitcase
You're a star.

Oh, no, don't be shy
You don't have to go blind,
Hold me
Thrill me
Kiss me
Kill me.

You don't know how you got here
You just know you want out
Believing in yourself almost as much as you doubt,
You're a big smash
You wear it like a rash
Star.

Oh no, don't be shy
You need a crowd to cry,
Hold me
Thrill me
Kiss me
Kill me.

They want you to be Jesus
They'll got down on one knee
But they'll want their money back
If you're alive at thirty-three,
And you're turning tricks
With your crucifix.
You're a star, oh child

Of course you're not shy
You don't have to deny love,
Hold me
Thrill me
Kiss me

James - Tell her I said so

Here's to long life,
Here's to long life,
Here's to long life,
Here's to long life,
Here's to long life,
Here's to long life,
Here's to long life,
Here's to long life,

For the end i'm in a home,
All my friends have long since gone,
The staff are cold but rules are rules,
How can children be so cruel,
If i could leave i wouldn't stay,
Never thought id end this way,
Death is welcome while she waits,

Tell her i said so,
Tell her i said so,
Tell her i said so,
Tell her i said so,

At the window seasons change,
Here inside its all the same,
With the snow the birds have flown,
Tell her i said so,
Tell her i said so,
Tell her i said so,
Tell her i said so,

We all pray for longer life,
Longer life stuck in some home,
Homes a word cuts like a knife,
No-one chooses to grow old,
Put your mark upon my door,
I dont play here anymore,
This delay is just a bore

Tell her i said so,
Tell her i said so,
Tell her i said so,
Tell her i said so,
Tell her i said so,

Here's to life that's lived so long,

Here's to long life,
Here's to long life,
Here's to long life,
Here's to long life,
Here's to long life,
Here's to long life,

Here's to life that's lives too long.

R.E.M. - Low

Dusk is dawn is day
Where did it go?
I've been laughing
Fast and slow

Moving in a still frame
Howling at the moon
Morning found me laughing
Up and down, down

Low, low, low
Night suits me fine
And morning suits me fine
I've been so happy, happy
Way up high, high

In between
Down below
Low, low, low
Low, low, low

I skipped the part about love
It seems so silly and low
Low, low, low
Low, low, low

I said the morning
It isn't your time
Barefoot naked
I can see your lines

It doesn't bother me
If you are right
Your grass is grassy wet
Your light white is bright
Light white, light

I skipped the part about love
It seems so shallow and low
Low, low, low
Low, low, low

You and me
We know about time
We know how things go
They come and go
They live and grow
They pass and go
And glow and glow
Up and down
High and low
Low, low, low
Low, low, low

I skipped the part about love
It seems so silly and low
I skipped the part about love
It seems so shallow and low
Low, low, low
Low, low, low

I like your hands
All full of glory
All full of glory

John Lennon - Gimme some truth

I'm sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth

I've had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth

No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of Tricky Dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope

I'm sick to death of seeing things
From tight-lipped, condescending, mama's little chauvinists
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth now

I've had enough of watching scenes
Of schizophrenic, ego-centric, paranoiac, prima-donnas
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth

No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of Tricky Dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
It's money for dope
Money for rope

Ah, I'm sick to death of hearing things
from uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now

I've had enough of reading things
by neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now

All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth

Eddie Vedder - Broken Heart

Don't mind me, just let me be,
My eyes so far away
I don't need no sympathy...
The word gets overplayed

I'm alright, it's just tonight
I can't play the part
I'm alright, it's alright
It's just a broken heart

Don't have eyes for the world outside
They're closed and turned within
Trying to find the light inside
It's there, but yet growing dim

I'm alright, it's just tonight
I can't play the part
I'm alright, it's alright
It's just one broken heart.

Pearl Jam & Neil Young - I Got ID (I Got Shit)

My lips are shakin', my nails are bit off
Been a month since I've heard myself talk
All the advantage this life's got on me
Picture a cup in the middle of the sea

And I fight back in my mind...
Never let's me be right, oh...
I got memories, I got shit
So much it don't show...

I walked the line
When you held me in that night
I walked the line
When you held my hand that night...

An empty shell seems so easy to crack
Got all these questions, don't know who I could even ask
So I'll just lie alone and wait for the dream
Where I'm not ugly and you're lookin' at me

And I'll stay in a bed
Oh, goodbye, I've seen him
If just once, I could feel loved
Oh, stare back at me, yeah...

But I walked the line
When you held me in that night
Oh, I walked the line
When you held my hand that night
Oh, I walked the line
When you held me close at night
I paid the price, never held you in real life...

Nirvana - Polly

Polly wants a cracker
I think I should get off her first
I think she wants some water
To put out the blow torch

Isn't me
Have a seed
Let me clip
Dirty wings
Let me take a ride
Hurt yourself
Want some help
Help myself
Got some rope
Have been told
I promise you
Have been true
Let me take a ride
Hurt yourself
Want some help
Help myself

Polly wants a cracker
Maybe she would like moore food
Ask me to untie her
A chase would be nice for a few

Isn't me
Have a seed
Let me clip
Dirty wings
Let me take a ride
Hurt yourself
Want some help
Help myself
Got some rope
Have been told
I promise you
Have been true
Let me take a ride
Hurt yourself
Want some help
Help myself

Polly said

Polly says her back hurts
She's just as bored as me
She caught me off my guard
It amazes me, the will of instinct

Isn't me
Have a seed
Let me clip
Dirty wings
Let me take a ride
Hurt yourself
Want some my help
Help myself
I've got some rope
Have been told
I promise you
Have been true
Let me take a ride
Hurt yourself
Want some my help
Help myself

Sonic Youth - Escapades

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