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SUNDAY, MAY 4, 2008- 4:19 am
The clash are the more incredible band i ever heard, iam uruguaian with irish-italian blood(and half spain, by the way NOT SPAIN, vasco, from euskadi, EUSKALERRIA, lol..) so my english sock. Nevertheless i cant understand these songs enougth to feel, that all songs of the clash indetify me. the rock is best, and clash is best of rock. i have a own band, iam voice and guitar and we are trying to trasmit a mesage.to do this we are trying to be like the clash , altough
that is imposible because copy is never like original so we are taking the amazing estile of the clash and mixing with our own style to create a band that we called, Heffer, the name is in honor of the cow of the tv show ROCOS MODERN LIFE, because as Heffer wolfer we realise that all life we thinked we were something but we are not that. as heffer was tell that was a wolf by his family we been tall that we have to be some way by society, in the facts heffer was a cow and at final he realised, as we realise we dont have to be as society says, and that is what we want to trasmit.
so
be cool
the Old irish.
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Favorite Lyric
When they kick out 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, 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 out 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
And even shoot us
But oh- the guns of Brixton
Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game was 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
From: “Guns of brixton”
