What are you listening to right now?

[broncosmitty]

 

[navamind]

Sugar's first new song in 31 years.

 

[Tai Chi≈Surfing]

 

[Tai Chi≈Surfing]

4 versions


The original:

Toots & the Maytals...





3 great covers:

Robert Palmer...



The Specials...



The Clash...

 

[Tai Chi≈Surfing]

 

[Tai Chi≈Surfing]

(The kingdom is ransacked
The jewels all taken back
And the chopper descends
They're hidden in the back
With a message on a half-baked tape
And the spool goes 'round
Sayin' I'm back here in this place
And I could cry
And there's smoke you could click on)

What are we gonna do now?

Takin' off his turban, they said, "Is this man a Jew?"
Workin' for the clampdown
They put up a poster sayin' "We earn more than you!"
We're workin' for the clampdown
We will teach our twisted speech
To the young believers
We will train our blue-eyed men
To be young believers
The judge said "Five to ten" but I say "Double that again"
I'm not (workin' for the clampdown)
No man born with a livin' soul
Can be (workin' for the clampdown)
Kick over the wall, cause governments to fall
How can you refuse it?
Let fury have the hour, anger can be power
D'you know that you can use it?

The voices in your head are callin'
Stop wasting your time, there's nothing comin'
Only a fool would think someone could save you
The men at the factory are old and cunning
You don't owe nothin', boy get running!
It's the best years of your life they want to steal

But, you grow up and you calm down
And you're (workin' for the clampdown)
You start wearin' blue and brown
And (workin' for the clampdown)

So you got someone to boss around
It makes ya' feel big now
You drift until you brutalize
Make your first kill now


In these days of evil presidentes
(Workin' for the clampdown)
But lately one or two has fully paid their dues
For (workin' for the clampdown)
Ha! Get along! Get along!
(Workin' for the clampdown)
Ha! Get along! Get along!
(Workin' for the clampdown)

Yeah I’m workin' hard in Harrisburg
Workin' hard in Petersburg
(Workin' for the clampdown)
(Workin' for the clampdown)
Ha! Get along! Get along
Beggin' to be melted down
(Get along, get along)
Work
Work
And I ain't giving away no secrets – ha!
Work
More work
More work
Work
Work
Work
Work

Who's barmy now?

 

[BigFin]

 

[Tai Chi≈Surfing]

One of my favorite albums of theirs.
From the Danny Kirwan & Bob Welch years.

 

[Tai Chi≈Surfing]

If you can play on the fiddle
How's about a British jig and reel?
Speaking King's English in quotation
As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust
Water froze In the generation
Clear as winter ice
This is your paradise
There ain't no need for ya
There ain't no need for ya
Go straight to hell boys
Go straight to hell boys
Wanna join in a chorus, of the Amerasian blues?
When it's Christmas out in Ho Chi Minh city
Kiddie say papa papa papa papa papa-san take me home
See me got photo, photo, photograph of you
And mamma mamma mamma-san
Of you and mamma mamma mamma-san
Lemme tell ya 'bout your blood bamboo kid
It ain't coca-cola it's rice
Straight to hell boys
Go straight to hell boy
Go straight to hell boys
Go straight to hell boys
Oh papa-sanPlease take me home
Oh papa-sanEverybody they wanna go home
So mamma-san says"You wanna play mind-crazed banjo
On the druggy-drag ragtime U.S.A?
In Parkland international
Hah, Junkiedom U.S.A
Where procaine proves the purest rock man groove
And rat poison
The volatile Molatov says Straight to hell
Can you cough it up loud and strong
The immigrants, they wanna sing all night long
It could be anywhere
Most likely could be any frontier
Any hemisphere No man's land
There ain't no asylum here
King Solomon he never lived 'round here
Straight to hell boy
Go straight to hell boy
Go straight to hell boys
Go straight to hell boys

 

[Tai Chi≈Surfing]

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
By suddenness 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 guns again

Make a grown man cry like a girl
To see the guns dying at sunset

In vain lovers claimed
That they never had met

Smoking in the dark cinema
See the bad go down again

 

[Brees#1]

 

[Tai Chi≈Surfing]

 

[Tai Chi≈Surfing]

 

[navamind]

 

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