Corner Soul Lyrics

Is the music of grove skin rock

Soaked in the diesel of was boys war?

Blood, black gold and the face of a judge

Is the music calling for a river of blood?



Beat the drums tonight, Alphonso

Spread the news all over the grove

The big meeting has decided

That total was must burn on the grove



Does it mean I should take my machete

To chop my way through the path of life?

Does it mean I should run with the dog pack

Is that the way to be the one to survive?



Never need a gun says Tai Chi

Move on up to dragon snaps his tail

Fall back on still waters

Hammer with his eye on the nail



Spread the word tonight please, Sammy

They're searching everyhouse on the grove

Don't go alone now, Sammy!

The wind has blown away the corner soul



Tell the news for me, Sammy

They're searching every place on the grove

But don't go down alone new, Sammy!

The wind has blown away the croner soul



Is the music calling for a river of blood?







Crooked Beat, The

(The Clash)



Start the car lets make a midnight run

Across the river to South London

To dance to the latest hi-fi sound

Of bass, guitar and drum

Seeking out a rhythm that can take the pressure off

Stepping in and out of that crooked crooked beat



Take a piece of cloth, a coin for thirst

For the sweat will start to run

With a cymbal splash, a word of truth

And a rocking bass and drum

Seeking out a rhythm that can take the pressure on

Stepping in and out of that crooked crooked beat



So one by one they come on down

From the tower blocks of my home town

Stepping with the rhythm of the rockers beat

Drowning out the pressure of the crooked beat

Seeking out a rhythm that can take the tension on

Stepping in and out of that crooked crooked beat



It has crooked past this crooked street

Where cars patrol this crooked beat

Badges flsh and sirens wail

They'll be taking one and all to jail



Prance! Prance! You want a law to dance?







Death is a Star

(The Clash)



And I was gripped by that deadly phantom

I followed him through hard jungles

As he stalked through the back lots

Strangling through the night shades



The thief of life

Moved onwards and outwards to love



In a one stop only motel

A storm bangs on the cheapest room

The phantom slips in to spill blood

Even on the sweetest honeymoon



The killer of love

Caught the last late Niagara bus



By chance or escaping from misery

Bu suddeness or in answer to pain

Smoking in the dark cinema

You could see the bad go down again



And the clouds are high in Spanish mountains

And a Ford roars through the night full of rain.



The killer's blood flows

But he loads his gun again



Make a grown man cry like a girl

To see the guns dying at sunset



In vain lovers claimed

But they never had met.