If Music Could Talk Lyrics - Sandinista - The Clash

Make sure! 

Taking cover in the bunker tonight 

Waiting for bo diddley's headlights 

I feel alright 

Gotta fender stratosphere 

I can do anything tonight 

It's in neon lights an' global rights 

Frank? he's on the phone 

There ain't no german girl outside 

But who cares when it's warm inside? 

With music 

Special mystery of music tragically 

Exchanging slaves for majesties 

Modern waves of tragedy 

Packing a to pience colt pair of shoots 

A shiny grey mexican suit 

The blue eyed traffic can sashay by 

'cos tonight the sailor boys have hit shanghai 

The kick-out traffic goes creaking by 

I smash my glass and shout shanghi 

My drummer friend comes shooting by 

He said errol flynn will never die 

Oh no! who am I to question why? 

And are you lonesome tonight 

And do ya need a country cowboy 

Who's just thin and tight in those 

Brrrr bus depot jeans 

With a squirt resistant stud stud 

Hey stoner 

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Get over there in the spliffbunker one 

Becos london bridge was sold somehow 

But it was too old anyhow 

When uncle sam has broken down 

We'll make him down in old japan 

Say yeee 

Well there ain't no better blend 

Than joe ely and his texas men 

Where the wind blows 

I ain't seen none like that scenery 

You can see from a bus if you pay the price 

Wave my arms around 

Flag one of those taxi's maybe 

I saw a girl somewhere somehow 

Forever sticks in my mind somehow 

I've just got three lines 

And a pair of two's 

Like a lucky roll of dice that you 

You cast 

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*right channel* 

If music could talk! 

Which means 

Whatever your mind can bring 

Likethe apple fell off the tree 

Pah! fell right on his head 

Yeah many years ago 

There was a man who said 

I am a shaman 

A voodoo shaman 

Got in trouble so he's going out 

Mixing up and haiti! oh! 

And the crickets 

Buddy holly said it was 

Brrr brrr yiii! 

If music could talk you know 

I feel kinda lonely 

Standing out on the floor 

Of electric ladyland... 

Cos this is a good question samson 

Are you partly arabic? 

Chi man! whatcho all about 

I don't want to I can't hope to 

Say it all in one go 

Occasionally once or twice 

A day I feel alive enough to say 

Let's hear what the drummerman's 

Got to say about 

He said is it errol flynn's birthday or not? 

Sept 12 until october 

If they pack 2 piece 

Colt pair of shoots 

We got the shiny grey mexican suits 

I'm just wasting a great big 

Corporation and the entire fund 

The girders of wall street 

And thetemples of money 

And the high priests 

Of the expense account 

And I'm wasting the whole thing 

I come down in yamaha-ha 

They make the best pianos-time to step-up