Joe Strummer, The Mescaleros все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Hey ho hey!
Its the acid test.
Got a busy day, I'm wearing a vest

Hey ho hey
Try not to get bent
Got a busy day, I'm wearing a vest

The sirens' risin'
There's a distant blues dance on a crowded street
The temperature's a-risin'
Soon you're gonna be runnin' down

Those burnin' streets, come on
The century that's hardly on its feet
And the late news breaks early

Late news breaking this just in yeah, cool 'n' out!
God sure baked a lot of fruitcake, baby
When Adam met the Eden lady
They're walking the streets
And they're driving cars
They're all over the country
And they're running ours
They're walking on the wounded who won the war

Yeah, oh
One of those top nights of the year
And I see everyone's here
Oh, took me a long time to get it
But when its taken time
Think and don't forget it

You gotta live in this world, go diggin' the new

I hope you dream of freedom
Under the moon in the dragon room
Inside the mind of a soul confined
Don't talk about soon, in the dragon room
Under the scream of a jet machine
Who knows in the hills
Who knows when she will
When all the hidden pity in the forbidden city comes out

Well I'll tell you one thing that I know
You don't face your demons down
You gotta grapple 'em Jack and pin 'em to the ground
The devil may care, maybe God he won't
You better make sure you check on the do's and the don'ts
Crawl up a mountain
To reach where the eagles fly
To show you can glimpse from the mountain top

I took a tram into the fourth dimension
'Cause I had the blues, the blues of throwing it all away
Just gimme a Tequila, I'll slam it the 4-D way
And when I got there you know it had certain similarities

Like no smoking anywhere
And hiding in the khazi to avoid paying the fare
4-D Tequila anyone

I see a million walk the city mile
The ticker-tape kings and the juveniles
Will anybody tell me which way to go
Will anybody come back on the C.B. radio
I'm counting the stars and the telegraph poles
And each one represents the hopes of a soul
You'd think that God wouldn't be so hard
When you see all the little children running

Well, so long liberty
Let's forget you didn't show
Not in my time
But in our sons' and daughters' time
When you get the feeling
Call and you got a room
Meantime, we're cutting our hands at the kebab shop
In the streets of fear