If Music Could Talk Lyrics by Clash, The

If Music Could Talk Lyrics

    (the clash/dread)

    *left channel*
    Make sure!
    Taking cover in the bunker tonight
    Waiting for bo diddley's headlights
    I feel alright
    Gotta fender stratosphere
    I can do anything tonight
    It's in neon lights an' global rights
    Frank? he's on the phone
    There ain't no german girl outside
    But who cares when its warm inside?
    With music
    Special mystery of music tragically
    Exchanging slaves for majesties
    Modern waves of tragedy
    Packing a to pience colt pair of shoots
    A shiny grey mexican suit
    The blue eyed traffic can sashay by
    'cos tonight the sailor boys have hit shanghai
    The kick-out traffic goes creaking by
    I smash my glass and shout shanghi
    My drummer friend comes shooting by
    He said errol flynn will never die
    Oh no! who am i to question why?
    And are you lonesome tonight
    And do ya need a country cowboy
    Who's just thin and tight in those
    Brrrr bus depot jeans
    With a squirt resistant stud stud
    Hey stoner

    Get over there in the spliffbunker one
    Becos london bridge was sold somehow
    But it was too old anyhow
    When uncle sam has broken down
    We'll make him down in old japan
    Say yeee

    Well there ain't no better blend
    Than joe ely and his texas men
    Where the wind blows
    I ain't seen none like that scenery
    You can see from a bus if you pay the price

    Wave my arms around
    Flag one of those taxi's maybe
    I saw a girl somewhere somehow
    Forever sticks in my mind somehow
    I've just got three lines
    And a pair of two's
    Like a lucky roll of dice that you
    You cast

    *right channel*
    If music could talk!
    Which means
    Whatever your mind can bring
    Likethe apple fell off the tree
    Pah! fell right on his head
    Yeah many years ago

    There was a man who said
    I am a shaman
    A voodoo shaman
    Got in trouble so he's going out
    Mixing up and haiti! oh!
    And the crickets
    Buddy holly said it was
    Brrr brrr yiii!

    If music could talk you know

    I feel kinda lonely
    Standing out on the floor
    Of electric ladyland...
    Cos this is a good question samson
    Are you partly arabic?

    Chi man! whatcho all about

    I don't want to i can't hope to
    Say it all in one go
    Occasionally once or twice
    A day i feel alive enough to say
    Let's hear what the drummerman's
    Got to say about
    He said is it errol flynn's birthday or not?
    Sept 12 until october
    If they pack 2 piece
    Colt pair of shoots
    We got the shiny grey mexican suits
    I'm just wasting a great big
    Corporation and the entire fund
    The girders of wall street
    And thetemples of money
    And the high priests
    Of the expense account
    And im wasting the whole thing
    I come down in yamaha-ha
    They make the best pianos-time to step-up

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