Joe: And making sure that those people in the crowd who have children there is something left here for them later in the centuries
Mick: One! Two! Three! Four!
London Calling
This is Radio Clash
Joe: US Army Style!
Somebody Got Murdered
(Lyric variations:)
Joe: Sounds like Murder! those shouts / [are they playin’?] / Shout / Yeah well they must be a hang down barking down that lonesome old freeway [now] all y’all got those pump backs guns stashing all the way hey go night style hey go night style burn, burn it away! Hey you know what I say watch yourself tonight burn it away
Joe: Yeah, I know there’s s’posed to be… I know the human race is s’posed to get down on its knees in front of all of this new technology and kiss the micro-chip circuits - it doesn’t impress me ever much! When there ain’t nothin’ but a, “YOU BUY! YOU MAKE – YOU BUY – YOU DIE!” That’s the motto of America. “YOU GET BORN TO BUY IT!” And I tell you, those people out in East L.A., they ain’t gonna stay there forever. And if there’s anything gonna be in the future, it’s gonna be from all parts of everything, not just one white way down the middle of the road! So if anybody out there ever grows up – FOR FUCK’S SAKE!
Rock the Casbah
Paul: Guns of Brixton
Guns of Brixton
Paul: Strummer on Bass!
Joe: Yeah anybody out there – (interrupted by Mick starting the opening guitar riff to “Know Your Rights”)
Know Your Rights
Koka Kola
Hate and War
Joe: Okay, uh… This here song is now known as, “The F-plan Beverly Hills Reggae Song!”
Armagideon Time
Freestyle:
Joe: Hey! A lotta people - Eeeyayeeyayeeyayee A lotta people – Use a calculator What ! A lot of people sittin’ down by the light - A lot of people can’t get no [hope] to go tonight - One more thing to say – an’ I’m a start with a… THE ETHIOPIAN DIET! LOSE FIVE HUNDRED POUNDS! Success Guaranteed OR YOUR MONEY BACK! YES, YOUR MONEY BACK! Yes or your money back…
Joe: Yeah, there’s a new English bloke on the drums here. He’s called Peter Howard.
(Comments on instrumental or lyrical performance: Strummer uses “Easter time” instead of his usual, “Christmas Time.”)
Bullocks! Bullocks! Come on, don’t, you don’t have to fake it I mean, man, he’s paying twenty-five dollars to go out there so uh… you know, do what you like.
Also um… a lot of you seem to have had sp… um… speech operations. You don’t, can’t talk or shout back or, I need some hostility here you know - Aughrhgh! YEAH! I need some feeling of some sort! Yeah! Some collective, you know – “Hey we’re all alive at the same time at once!,” you know…
Well, as it’s Sunday tomorrow, I hope you’ll join me…
Sound of the Sinners
Joe: Yeah ah… I s’pose, uh… You don’t wanna hear me goin’ about this and that, what’s up my ass, huh? Try this on for size, “Well, Hi Everybody - Ain’t it groovy?!” Aintcha sick’a hearin’ that for the last hundred and fifty years? Look, I know you’re all standing there looking at the stage, but I’m here to tell you that the people that are on this stage and are come on and have been on it already - we’re at nowhere! Absolutely nowhere! Can you understand that?
Mick: One! Two! Three! Four!
Safe European Home
Police on my back
Brand New Cadillac
I fought the law
Joe: Ah yeah, still here, huh?
I'm so bored with the USA
Train in Vain
Mag7
Straight to Hell
Should I Stay or Should I go?
Mick: One! - Two! - One! Two! Three!
Clampdown
(Lyric variations:)
Joe: Begging to be melted down... Well, what is the beat of a modern city? Yeah, I don't wanna [stalk/stop?] the streets. Well [?] look like [?] it's gonna be cool idea to walk down that one. Well, [?] Take it or leave it! What a landscape in the modern city! Well! Hey little Baby! Hey little Baby! Burn down! ... Yohhhh! Meanwhile... they don't even know how to build a nuclear power station... Don't kid yourself! They ain't got no fuckin' idea! Whoa, the world is being melted down! Aahhh! Breakin' down! [?...] Whaa! Workin' for the Clampdown! Workin' for the Clampdown! Workin' in [Harlem?] now! Workin' in the [Parliament?]! Well I say working out all day and night! I get tired of they're so fucking efficient. Who..., they've got it all worked out... Yeah, it's a big deal, innit? Well, we can wash 'em all and we can say Bye Bye 'cause they're all gonna run for a hole in the ground and there ain't gonna be nobody... one of us down there. They're gonna go, "See you later, gnag! Good luck with Strontium ninety in your bones!" Yeahm a nation of bald head - bald head come to pass! So it came to pass at {geiger?] counties!
