Something About England-The Clash

[ti:Something About England] [ar:The Clash] [al:Sandinista!] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Something About England - The Clash (碰撞乐队) [00:01.63]They say immigrants steal the hubcaps [00:03.39] [00:04.25]Of the respected gentlemen [00:07.26] [00:07.98]They say it would be wine an' roses [00:10.93] [00:12.50]If England were for Englishmen again [00:14.73] [00:18.89]Well I saw a dirty overcoat [00:21.20] [00:21.84]At the foot of the pillar of the road [00:24.17] [00:25.87]Propped inside was an old man [00:29.06]Whom time would not erode [00:30.58] [00:32.68]When the night was snapped by sirens [00:34.79] [00:35.84]Those blue lights circled fast [00:37.39]The dancehall called for an' ambulance [00:42.23] [00:42.93]The bars all closed up fast [00:45.22] [00:46.28]My silence gazing at the ceiling [00:49.98]While roaming the single room [00:53.95]I thought the old man could help me [00:57.21]If he could explain the gloom [01:01.00]You really think it's all new [01:04.04]You really think about it too [01:06.17] [01:08.06]The old man scoffed as he spoke to me [01:10.55] [01:11.47]I'll tell you a thing or two [01:13.41] [01:15.21]I missed the fourteen-eighteen war [01:17.73] [01:18.68]But not the sorrow afterwards [01:21.17] [01:21.77]With my father dead and my mother ran off [01:24.96] [01:25.52]My brothers took the pay of hoods [01:27.89] [01:29.17]The twenties turned the north was dead [01:31.43]The hunger strike came marching south [01:35.72] [01:36.34]At the garden party not a word was said [01:39.08] [01:39.84]The ladies lifted cake to their mouths [01:42.42] [01:43.30]The next war began and my ship sailed [01:45.94] [01:46.73]With battle orders writ in bed [01:49.08] [01:49.97]In five long years of bullets and shells [01:53.18] [01:53.79]We left tem million dead [01:55.83] [01:57.31]The few returned to old Piccadily [02:00.81]We limped around Leicster Square [02:04.30]The world was busy rebuilding itself [02:07.09] [02:07.86]The architects could not care [02:10.25] [02:11.61]But how could we know when I was young [02:14.77]All the canges that were to come [02:17.66] [02:18.19]All the photos in the wallets on the battlefield [02:21.14] [02:21.72]And now the terror of the scientific sun [02:24.97]There was masters an' servants an' servants an' dogs [02:29.03]They taught you how to touch your cap [02:31.63] [02:32.29]But through strikes an' famine an' war an' peace [02:34.92] [02:35.56]England never closed this gap [02:37.75] [02:39.36]So leave me now the moon is up [02:42.08] [02:42.72]But remember all the tales I tell [02:45.22] [02:46.67]The memories that you have dredged up [02:49.89]Are on letters forwarded from hell [02:51.92] [03:22.09]The streets were by now deserted [03:25.45]The gangs had trudged off home [03:31.17]The lights clicked off in the bedsits [03:33.16]An' old England was all alone