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Spanish songs in Andalucia,
The shooting sites in the days of ’39
Oh, please leave, the ventana open
Federico Lorca is dead and gone
Bullet holes in the cemetery walls
The black cars of the Guardia Civil
Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica
I’m flying on in a DC-10 tonight

Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te quiero, oh mi corazón
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te quiero, oh mi corazón

Spanish weeks in my disco casino
The freedom fighters died upon the hill
They sang the red flag
They wore the black one
But after they died, it was Mockingbird Hill
Back home, the buses went up in flashes
The Irish tomb was drenched in blood
Spanish bombs shatter the hotels
My señorita’s rose was nipped in the bud

Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te quiero, oh mi corazón.
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te quiero, oh mi corazón.

The hillsides ring with “free the people”
Or can I hear the echo from the days of ’39
With trenches full of poets
The ragged army, fixing bayonets to fight the other line
Spanish bombs rock the province
I’m hearing music from another time
Spanish bombs on the Costa Brava
I’m flying in on a DC-10 tonight

Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te quiero, oh mi corazón.
Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito
Yo te quiero, oh mi corazón
oh mi corazón
oh mi corazón

Spanish songs in Andalucia
Mandolina, oh mi corazón
Spanish songs in Granada, oh mi corazón
Oh mi corazón
Oh mi corazón
Oh mi corazón

Spanish Bombs - The Clash

La vie est belle et c'est tant mieux!

Toute la journée derrière moi
Et toute la nuit sur le dos
Dans la chaleur ou dans l'froid
Ils me poussent sur les tréteaux
Leurs galas leurs récitals
J'en ai vraiment plein l'dos
Et à tous ces bourreaux
Je souhaite le supplice du pal

Ils vont me tuer
Je vais crever
Tous ils m'exploitent
Jusqu'à me battre

Et puis mon impresario
Il s'enrichit sur mon dos
Non coco faut l'faire
C'est pour minuterie
Les filles qui s'jettent sur moi
Celles qui escaladent le toit
Celles qui disent et moi et moi
Oh comme je m'en mords le chinois

Je n'en peux plus
Ils vont me tuer
Oui ils m'ont eu
Je vais crever

Mais l'pire c'est qu'mon parolier
Non seulement il est fou à lier
Mais il voudrait m'faire chanter
Que des histoires d'obsédés
Je n'dors plus je n'mange plus
J'ai maigri je suis aigri
J'suis malade j'fais plus pipi ni caca
J'suis pas vieux mais j'en peux plus

Je n'en peux plus
Ils vont me tuer
Oui ils m'ont eu
Je vais crever

Aidez-moi j'vous en supplie
A r'trouver l'goût d'la vie
Aidez-moi j'vous en conjure
J'me tape la tête contre les murs

Je n'en peux plus
Je vais pleurer
Je suis foutu
Ils vont me tuer

Au secours!
Au secours!
Au secours!
Au secours!
Au secours!

L'idole - Jacques Dutronc

Clashy

London calling to the faraway towns
Now war is declared
And battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard
You boys and girls
London calling
Now don't look to us
Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling
See we ain't got no swing
'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing

The ice age is coming
The sun's zooming in
Meltdown expected,
The wheat is growing thin
Engines stop running
A nuclear error
But I have no fear
Cause London is drowning and I
Live by the river

London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother,
You can go at it alone
London calling to the zombies of death
Quit holding out
And draw another breath
London calling
And I don't wanna shout
But while we were talking
I saw you nodded out
London calling
See we ain't got no high
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes

The ice age is coming,
The sun's zooming in
Engines stop running
The wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error
But I have no fear
Cause London is drowning and I
I live by the river

The ice age is coming,
The sun's zooming in
Engines stop running
The wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error
But I have no fear
Cause London is drowning and I
I live by the river

Now get this!

London calling, yes, I was there, too
An' you know what they said?
Well, some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
And after all this
Won't you give me a smile?
London Calling

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London Calling - The Clash