it's not about the violence it's not about the drugs it's just about about the love love for the music love for the bass there's no need for all this badness in the place...
Brixton, in Lambeth... The town over from Croydon along the A23 before Westminster Brixton, my neck of the woods... They started their own local currency; put David Bowie on the B£10 note because he was born in Brixton. This is Brixton; Home of The Clash I once saw this nice guitar, a Travis Bean; Caught my attention in Soho. ... It's no longer there, I asked how much it was, and he said £8, 000.00 I was like 'Figures' (Because it's a Travis Bean)... I'm going to paraphrase what he said next as, I don't know The Clash well enough to know the members names..; 'It belonged to the guitarist (or Bassist) from The Clash' I forget who he said he was in The Clash, but that Travis Bean was his and that added to the price. It's a nice guitar, and I'm glad I got see it for as long as I did for it being a Travis Bean (that's what that guitar is called, it's a Travis Bean) caught my eye right away in the their display. I digress, Brixton.. This was shot in Brixton, so, whatever; Look at my country.
Remember Barbara It rained all day on Brest that day And you walked smiling Flushed enraptured streaming-wet In the rain Remember Barbara It rained all day on Brest that day And I ran into you in Siam Street You were smiling And I smiled too Remember Barbara You whom I didn't know You who didn't know me Remember Remember that day still Don't forget A man was taking cover on a porch And he cried your name Barbara And you ran to him in the rain Streaming-wet enraptured flushed And you threw yourself in his arms Remember that Barbara And don't be mad if I speak familiarly I speak familiarly to everyone I love Even if I've seen them only once I speak familiarly to all who are in love Even if I don't know them Remember Barbara Don't forget That good and happy rain On your happy face On that happy town That rain upon the sea Upon the arsenal Upon the Ushant boat Oh Barbara What shitstupidity the war Now what's become of you Under this iron rain Of fire and steel and blood And he who held you in his arms Amorously Is he dead and gone or still so much alive Oh Barbara It's rained all day on Brest today As it was raining before But it isn't the same anymore And everything is wrecked It's a rain of mourning terrible and desolate Nor is it still a storm Of iron and steel and blood But simply clouds That die like dogs Dogs that disappear In the downpour drowning Brest And float away to rot A long way off A long long way from Brest Of which there's nothing left.
When Desmond Dekker got famous, he moved to Thornton Heath and lived 10 minutes away from me in Thornton Heath Pond; and some local musicians (older than myself) knew him personally and he was quite local in Thornton Heath.
This guy came from Gypsy Hill, used to see him shopping around Sainsbury's as well as the actor who played Claudius from I, Claudius.. I once heard this song in a shop in America...
Spoiler I don't own silver and I don't own gold Nothing you can have What I own is right infront of your eyes My hands are empty, but my heart is full Of something you can't see So I have something worth even more If you lose your hope and fall down You can stay right here with me Like a rock to lean on in the storm I'll never leave you I'll follow you through fire and water Over land and sea I'll love you til my hear stops From the tallest mountain and deepest valley, I will walk Through time and space, to you I give all my days And when the winds are blowing I will dance with you If the sun is burning I will cool you down If you lose your hope and fall down You can stay right here with me Like a rock to lean on in the storm I'll never leave you I'll follow you through fire and water Over land and sea I'll love you til my hear stops From the tallest mountain and deepest valley, I will walk Through time and space, to you I give all my days
It's difficult to define the musical genre of this group They themselves call it "a heavy psychedelic twist". Attributes correspond to Soviet official stylistics, sounding to the Soviet musical groups of the 1970s. In the people, the work of this group was jokingly called "party rock". In the sense of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union The text of this song is primitive. Multiple republishing of the phrase "I told you so! And you did not listen to me. And it happened, as I told you"
I'm still immensely proud of these guys coming from Soho. This song was recorded on Dean St. I'm on Greek St.
This... My father once told me when I was listening to this 'I was mates with her Dad!'.. So me and this woman here can say our fathers knew each other; This song came out in the 1960s, I was born in 1986.
This is my Great Aunt who died in America way before I was born. She and Noel Coward used to visit my father and his family in WWII London (his mother/my grandmother was her niece).