C'est beau, la fin d'un dictateur

Now the king told the boogie men
You have to let that raga drop
The oil down the desert way
Has been shakin' to the top
The sheik he drove his Cadillac
He went a' cruisnin' down the ville
The muezzin was a' standing
On the radiator grille

The shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
The shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah

By order of the Prophet
We ban that boogie sound
Degenerate the faithful
With that crazy Casbah sound
But the Bedouin they brought out
The electric camel drum
The local guitar picker
Got his guitar picking thumb
As soon as the shareef
Had cleared the square
They began to wail

The shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
The shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah

Now over at the temple
Oh! They really pack 'em in
The in crowd say it's cool
To dig this chanting thing
But as the wind changed direction
The temple band took five
The crowd caught a wiff
Of that crazy Casbah jive

The shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
The shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah

The king called up his jet fighters
He said you better earn your pay
Drop your bombs between the minarets
Down the Casbah way
As soon as the shareef was
Chauffeured outta there
The jet pilots tuned to
The cockpit radio blare
As soon as the shareef was
Outta their hair
The jet pilots wailed

The shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
The shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah

The shareef don't like it
He thinks it's not kosher
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
The shareef don't like it
Fundamentally he can't take it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
The shareef don't like it
You know he really hates it

The Clash - Rock the Casbah

Run Liꓘe Hell!

Well I'm running Police on my back I've been hiding Police on my back There was a shooting Police on my back And the victim well He wont come back I been running Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday Runnin' Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday What have I done? What have I done? Yes, I'm running Down the railway track Could you help me? Police on my back They will catch me If I dare drop back Wont you give me All the speed I lack I been running Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday Runnin' Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday What have I done? What have I done? I’m running ‘M running Running I'm running Fown the railway track Could you help me? Police on my back They will catch me If I dare drop back Wont you help me Find the speed I lack I been running Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday Runnin' Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday What have I done? What have I done? Cos I’m running (Police on my back) Hiding (Police on my back) Running (Police on my back) Hiding (Police on my back) I'm running Down the railway track Could you help me? Police on my back They will catch me If I dare drop back They will kill me For the speed I lack I’ve been running I’ve been running Police on my Back - The Clash (version originale: Eddy Grant) Et maintenant, en vidéo, ailleurs:

"N'oubliez pas: si c'est trop fort, c'est que vous êtes trop vieux"

Por vuestra libertad y la nuestra!

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

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

I never felt so much alike
Like-a, like-a...

London Calling - The Clash

Choisis ton camp camarade!

When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting in death row

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton

The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell

You see, he feels like Ivan
Born under the Brixton sun
His game is called survivin'
At the end of the harder they come

You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Maria
Goodbye to the Brixton sun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton

When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun

You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of Brixton

Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game is called survivin'
As in heaven as in hell

You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton

The Clash - Guns of Brixton