interrupting all programs
Wrapping presents, listening to The Clash and feeling oh so mournful.
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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
Them that see ghetology as an urban Viet Nam
Giving deadly exhibitions of murder by napalmThis 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 shroudForces have been looting
My humanity
Curfews have been curbing
The end of libertyHands of law have sorted through
My identity
But now this sound is brave
And wants to be free - anyway to be freeThis is Radio Clash on pirate satellite
This is not free Europe
Nor 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 tightA-riggy diggy dig dang dang
Go back to urban 'Nam
That part where he says "and wants to be freeeeeeeeeee" was always my favorite part. I'm on my fourth listen in a row.
Brent and Solonor were both kind enough to leave links to audio of this song in this morning's eulogy to Joe Strummer. Solly's version is of his band covering the song, check it out. And then listen to Radio Clash, which Brent provided.
I can't believe he's dead. I think I'm going to cry, and I don't normally do that over the death of someone I didn't know personally. But you have understand - this is my youth. This is part of my life, my history, my soul.
I'm feeling old and sad and like something is missing.
This is Radio Clash from pirate satellite
Comments
You're freaking me out just a little, posting the same photo and the lyrics to the MP3 I put up this morning. I'm right there with you on the crying thing. We were lucky to have such a hero, but damn, he was so not done yet.
Posted by: Jessica | December 23, 2002 09:24 PM
It is a sad day ... he definitely was a hero.
Posted by: Billy | December 23, 2002 09:35 PM
I love the clash. he will truly be missed. As soon as I heard when I got home, I immediately started singing this very song. Very sad news indeed. Oh and uh, thanks ;)
Posted by: kat | December 23, 2002 09:36 PM
Death is a Star
"And I was gripped by that deadly phantom..."
Posted by: brian | December 23, 2002 10:20 PM
I experienced much the same thing when Chick Hearn died earlier this year. For me he was, for nearly 10 years, the very voice of that which I loved most as a kid: basketball. When he died, the crush of memories, experiences, hopes, glories and failures was overwhelming. The sensations of a whole period of life were suddenly thrown back.
Posted by: marc | December 23, 2002 10:24 PM
We're getting old. I bought my my first Clash record in 1979 at the tender age of 19. Time flies.
You have a safe, happy and fun holiday.
Best Wishes
Posted by: Brent | December 23, 2002 11:33 PM
fuck.
Posted by: hoopty | December 23, 2002 11:34 PM
Though we are mortal, the Clash live on.
Posted by: sara | March 17, 2003 06:17 PM