Make sure

Sing it, sing it now
Taking cover in the bunker tonight
Waiting for Bo Diddley’s headlights

If music could talk
I feel alright
Gotta Fender Stratosphere (Fender Stratosphere)

Which means this side’s asleep

I can do anything tonight (It means)
It's in neon lights and global rights (Whatever)
Frank? He's on the phone (Your mind can bring)
He wants to see there ain't no German girl outside (Like the apple fell off the tree, ya know)
Pah (But who cares), fell right on his head (When it’s warm inside?)
With music
Special mystery of music
Yeah many years ago (Tragically) there was a man who said (? Exchanging slaves for majesties), “I am a shaman, a voodoo shaman” (Modern waves of tragedy)
Got in trouble, whoa, so he's going out, mixing up and Haiti, oh
(Packing a two pease, coat, pair of shoes)
And the crickets (A shiny grey mexican suit), Buddy Holly said it was
The blue eyed traffic came sashaying by 'cause tonight the sailor boys have hit Shanghai
The sailor boys have hit Shanghai
If music could talk…”, they say
The kick-out traffic goes creaking by
I smash my glass and shout, “Shanghi”
I feel kinda lonely
Standing out
Well now, my drummer friend comes shooting by (On the floor of Electric Ladyland)
He said, “Errol Flynn will never die” (‘Cause this is a good question Samson)
Oh no, who am I to question why?
Are you partly Arabic?
Mocking bird, closer and closer
And are you lonesome baby, you tonight?
And do ya need a country cowboy who's just (Chi man) thin and tight in those, (Whatcho all about?) brr, bus depot jeans?
Oh, Chi man, whatcho all about? (With a squirt resistant and stud, stud, stud, stud)
Hey stoner (Yeah, I don’t wanna, I can not talk), get over there in the spliffbunker one
Because (Say it all in one go because) London Bridge was sold somehow (I say it, ah, occasionally once or twice a day) but it was too old anyhow
I feel alive enough to say (When Uncle Sam has broken down), “Ya’ll make a speach to today” (Well, we'll make him down in old Japan), behind the gangway (Say, “…”)
I jump onto the table and I say, “Let's see what the drummerman has got to say about…”
(Well, there ain't no better blend) He said, “Is it Errol Flynn's birthday or not?” (Than Joe Ely and his Texas Men)
September the twelft (They got married there) until October (Where the wind blows)
Got your nose
Well, I ain't seen none like that scenery (If they pack a two piece, coat, pair of shoes)
You can see from a bus if you pay the price (We got the shiny grey Mexican suits)
Wave my arms around (That’s just eh, wasting a great big corporation and the entire fund)
(And the end skyhigh, the girders of Wall Street
(And the temples of money and the high priests (Flag one of those taxi's maybe) of the expense account)
(I saw a girl somewhere somehow)
And I’m wasting the whole thing (Forever sticks in my mind somehow), because (I almost got three lines) I come down in Yamaha (And a pair of two's), ha, ha (Like a lucky roll of dice that you...)
They make the best pianos (You cast)
It’s time you step-up (Flowing, flowing)
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If Music Could Talk Lyrics

Clash – If Music Could Talk Lyrics

Songwriters: STRUMMER, JOE / JONES, MICK / HEADON, TOPPER / SIMONON, PAUL
If Music Could Talk lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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