Arquivo da tag: the clash

nandão mandou pra gente (ou the battle is gettin’ hotter)…

Armagideon Time
Stay around don’t play around
This old town and all
Seems like I got to travel on
A lot of people won’t get no supper tonight
A lot of people won’t get no justice tonight
The battle is gettin’ hotter
In this iration
Armagideon time
A lot of people runnin’ and a hiding tonight
A lot of people won’t get no justice tonight
Remember to kick it over
No one will guide you
Armagideon time

serico & the clash, outubro1981, lyceum/londres…

conforme anunciado no #375, aqui estão algumas das fotografias clicadas pelo mitológico serico quando o the clash se apresentou por sete dias no lyceum/londres, em outubro1981.

pois bem, o fio desencapado penetrou em cinco shows! como? hahahahaha… acho que nem ele sabe. o fato é que, num desses, nosso ídolo estava com a xeretinha na mão e coladão no palco… mesmo massacrado pela turba insana de adoradores de joe strummer & seus bluecaps, ele conseguiu clicar algumas vezes. imagina a pressão?

esses negativos foram enviados pra mim logo após a temporada no lyceum… cheguei a fazer uma camiseta, no final de 81, com a primeira imagem da sequência.

“sandinista” foi lançado em dezembro1980 e neguinho tava seco pra rever a banda em casa. segura…

serico forévis…

o príncipe de brixton e do núcleo bandeirante


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“White Man In Hammersmith Palais”

Midnight to six man
For the first time from Jamaica
Dillinger and Leroy Smart
Delroy Wilson, your cool operator

Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae
With backing bands sound systems
And if they’ve got anything to say
There’s many black ears here to listen

But it was Four Tops all night with encores from stage right
Charging from the bass knives to the treble
But onstage they ain’t got no roots rock rebel
Onstage they ain’t got no…roots rock rebel

Dress back jump back this is a bluebeat attack
‘Cos it won’t get you anywhere
Fooling with your guns
The British Army is waiting out there
An’ it weighs fifteen hundred tons

White youth, black youth
Better find another solution
Why not phone up Robin Hood
And ask him for some wealth distribution

Punk rockers in the UK
They won’t notice anyway
They’re all too busy fighting
For a good place under the lighting

The new groups are not concerned
With what there is to be learned
They got Burton suits, ha you think it’s funny
Turning rebellion into money

All over people changing their votes
Along with their overcoats
If Adolf Hitler flew in today
They’d send a limousine anyway

I’m the all night drug-prowling wolf
Who looks so sick in the sun
I’m the white man in the Palais
Just lookin’ for fun

I’m only
Looking for fun