[ti:Something About England]
[ar:The Clash]
[00:00.00] 作词 : Clash
[00:00.50]They say immigrants steal the hubcaps
[00:04.04]Of the respected gentlemen
[00:07.89]They say it would be wine an' roses
[00:12.24]If England were for Englishmen again
[00:18.78]I saw a dirty overcoat
[00:21.68]At the foot of the pillar of the road
[00:25.63]Propped inside was an old man
[00:28.97]Whom time would not erode
[00:32.52]When the night was snapped by sirens
[00:35.81]Those blue lights circled past
[00:39.42]The dance hall called for an' ambulance
[00:42.98]The bars all closed up fast
[00:46.48]My silence gazing at the ceiling
[00:49.86]While roaming the single room
[00:53.48]I thought the old man could help me
[00:56.97]If he could explain the gloom
[01:00.56]You really think it's all new “
[01:03.66]You really think about it too “
[01:07.55]The old man scoffed as he spoke to me
[01:10.84]I'll tell you a thing or two “
[01:15.10]I missed the fourteen-eighteen war
[01:18.16]But not the sorrow afterwards
[01:21.36]With my father dead and my mother ran off
[01:25.08]My brothers took the pay of hoods
[01:28.72]The twenties turned the north was dead
[01:32.01]The hunger strike came marching south
[01:35.43]At the garden party not a word was said
[01:39.20]The ladies lifted cake to their mouths
[01:42.82]The next war began and my ship sailed
[01:46.30]With battle orders writ in bed
[01:49.75]In five long years of bullets and shells
[01:53.25]We left ten million dead
[01:56.80]The few returned to old Piccadilly
[02:00.20]We limped around Lester Square
[02:03.73]The world was busy rebuilding itself
[02:07.23]The architects could not care
[02:10.89]But how could we know when I was young
[02:13.99]All the changes that were to come?
[02:17.26]All the photos in the wallets on the battlefield
[02:21.02]And now the terror of the scientific sun
[02:24.21]There was masters an' servants an' servants an' dogs
[02:28.03]They taught you how to touch your cap
[02:31.65]But through strikes an' famine an' war an' peace
[02:35.17]England never closed this gap
[02:38.69]So leave me now the moon is up
[02:42.07]But remember all the tales I tell
[02:46.40]The memories that you have dredged up
[02:49.90]Are on letters forwarded from hell
[03:21.67]The streets were now deserted
[03:25.16]The gangs had trudged off home
[03:28.80]The lights clicked off in the bedsits
[03:32.44]Old England was all alone