The Clash featuring Ellen Foley

1980 — Sandinista!
2 Hitsville U.K. 4:22
15 Corner Soul 2:42
1980 — Sandinista! Outtake
Blonde Rock ‘n’ Roll 1:18
1982 — Combat Rock
2 Car Jamming 3:53
7 Overpowered by Funk 4:55

All songs written and produced by The Clash
Sandinista! recorded and mixed by Bill Price
Combat Rock mixed by Glyn Johns

The Clash is
Joe Strummer: Guitars, Vocals
Mick Jones: Guitars, Vocals
Paul Simonon: Bass, Vocals
Topper Headon: Drums, Vocals

Ellen Foley – co-lead vocals on “Hitsville U.K.” and “Blonde Rock ‘n’ Roll”, backing vocals, percussion
Norman Watt-Roy – bass guitar on “Hitsville U.K.”
Lew Lewis — harmonica on “Corner Soul”

Hitsville U.K.

They cried the tears, they shed the fears up and down the land
They stole guitars or used guitars so the tape would understand
Without even the slightest hope of a 1000 sales
Just as if, as if there was, a Hitsville in U.K.
I know the boy was all alone, til the Hitsville hit U.K.

Remember:
They say true talent will allways emerge in time
When lightening hits small wonder its fast rough factory trade
No expense accounts, or lunch discounts or hypeing up the charts
The band went in, ‘n knocked ‘em dead, in 2 min. 59
I know the boy was all alone, til the Hitsville hit U.K.

No slimy deals, with smarmy eels – in Hitsville U.K.
Let’s shaken say, well operate – in Hitsville U.K.
I know the boy was all alone, til the Hitsville hit U.K.

The mutants, creeps and musclemen are shaking like a leaf
It blows a hole in the radio when it hasnt sounded good all week
A miken boom, in your living room – in Hitsville U.K.
No consumer trials, or A.O.R., in Hitsville U.K.
I know the boy was all alone, til the Hitsville hit U.K.

Now the boys and girls are not alone, now the Hitsville hit U.K.
I know the boys and girls are not alone, now the Hitsville hit U.K.
I know the boys and girls are not alone, now the Hitsville hit U.K.
I know the boys and girls are not alone, now the Hitsville hit U.K. …

Corner Soul

Is the music of grove skin rock
Soaked in the diesel of was boys war?
Blood, black gold and the face of a judge
Is the music calling for a river of blood?

Beat the drums tonight, Alphonso
Spread the news all over the grove
The big meeting has decided
That total war must burn on the grove

Does it mean I should take my machete
To chop my way through the path of life?
Does it mean I should run with the dog pack
Is that the way to be the one to survive?

Never need a gun says Tai Chi
Move on up to dragon snaps his tail
Fall back on still waters
Hammer with his eye on the nail

Is the music of grove skin rock
Soaked in the diesel of was boys war?
Blood, black gold and the face of a judge
Is the music calling for a river of blood?

Spread the word tonight please, Sammy
They’re searching every house on the grove
Don’t go alone now, Sammy!
The wind has blown away the corner soul

Tell the news for me, Sammy
They’re searching every place on the grove
But don’t go down alone new, Sammy!
The wind has blown away the corner soul

Is the music of grove skin rock
Soaked in the diesel of was boys war?
Blood, black gold and the face of a judge
Is the music calling for a river of blood?

Is the music calling for was boys war?
Is the music calling for a river of blood?

(war boys war)

Is the music calling for a river of blood? …

Blonde Rock ‘n’ Roll

Joe Strummer: There’s a blonde girl I can’t get out of my mind
Ellen Foley: Don’t think of her!
Joe Strummer: I’m gonna lose my job and I’m gonna fall right behind
Ellen Foley: Don’t think of her!
Joe Strummer: Ohh, reposess my car, put me under control
Ellen Foley: Don’t think of her, don’t think of her!
Joe Strummer: You could have everything if I could repossess my soul

Itty little bitty
Blonde Rock ‘n’ Roll
She brings me song
She brings me soul
Itty little bitty
Blonde Rock ‘n’ Roll

Joe Strummer: Oh, she was the best girl that I ever had
Ellen Foley: Don’t think of her, don’t think of her!
Joe Strummer: This is plain to see and now she won’t be back
Ellen Foley: Don’t think of her, don’t think of her!
Joe Strummer: Sell her with her love cos the time has rolled
Ellen Foley: Don’t think of her, don’t think of her!
Joe Strummer: I would give everything to repossess my soul

Itty little bitty
Blonde Rock ‘n’ Roll
She brings me song
She brings me soul
Itty little bitty
Blonde Rock ‘n’ Roll

Car Jamming

Tonight they’re closing up the world
N’sweeping smoke from cigarettes
And what is that
Funky multi-national anthem rocking from a thousand
King Kong cassette decks
And then a shyboy from Missouri
Boots blown off in a sixties war
Riding aluminium crutches
Now he knows the welfare kindness
Agent Orange color-blindness
As we works from door to door
The violence in the carpets
The arrow of his wife (in a car jam)
Drives the slum-bum dweller
To grind his hunting knife (in a car jam)
In homesteads of cigar box
The radios hive like bees (in a car jam)
The body in the icebox
Has no date for freeze (in a car jam)

In a car jam

Selling is what selling sells
But only saints on the seven avenues
Can sell the seven hells
Fanning the drug afflicted leperizing sword
Once inisde, the executive
He never leaves his home
Now, gorillas drag their victims
Hyenas try to sue (in a car jam)
Snakes find grass in concrete
There is no city zoo (in a car jam)
By ventilation units
Where towers meet the streets (in a car jam)
The ragged stand in bags soaking heat up through their feet (in a car jam)
This was the only kindness, and it was accidental too

In a car jam

In a car jam

Now shaking single-engined planes trafficking stereos from Cuba
Buzzed the holy zealot mass and drowned out Missa Luba
They drowned out Missa Luba
They drowned out Missa Luba
They drowned out Missa Luba
I thought I saw Lauren Bacall
I thought I saw Lauren Bacall (in a car jam)
Hey fellas, hey fellas
Lauren Bacall (in a car jam)
In a car jam
Yeah, I don’t believe it
In a car jam
Ah, yeah, positively-absolutely …

In a car jam
In a car jam
In a car jam
In a car jam …

Overpowered by Funk

If you ain't reggae for it, funk out
No-one knocking at your door, funk out
Overpowered by funk, funk out
It's combatative, repetitive
Don't life just funk you out?
Asinine, stupefying
Can the clone-line dry you out?

Part of the swarming mass, funk out
Slugged by the new increase, funk out
Scared of the human bomb, funk out
Overpowered by funk, funk out
Buy dog food, rogue elephants
Tarzan on a ticker tape
Ooo-ooh
Breakfast cereals
You know you can't escape

Overpowered by funk
Don't you love our Western ways?
Car crashed by funk
Don't you love our Western ways?

Benny Goodman, trial by jury
A phone box-full of books
“It's morning, you know!”
Dustcarts at sunrise
No-one gets off the hooks …

Car crashed …

Food for the hungry millions, funk out!
Home for the floating people, funk out!

Over-drunk on power …

This is a message from Futura, don't prophisize the future
I liven up the culture because I'm deadly as a vulture
I paint on civilization, I had this realization
It's environmentally wack, so presenting my attack
You know, I'll brighten up your shack
I'm down by law and that's a fact
Just give me a wall, any building, dull or tall
I spray clandestine night subway
I cover with red-purple on top of grey, hey
No slashing cause it ain't the way, the T.A. blew forty mil’ they say
We threw it down by night and they scrubbed it off by day
OK tourists, picture frame, tickets here for the graffiti train
Funk power
Over-and-out

Funk-funk-funk
Funk-funk-funk-funk-funk
Funk-funk-funk
Funk-funk-funk-funk-funk, ha
Funk out, ha!
Funk out …