White Man In Hammersmith Palais

The Clash wrote and played a lot of power rock songs, and a lot of reggae songs. But only once did they write a song that was truly both, and this is it.

This is the studio version:



here's an acoustic version:



and finally, enjoy Joe Strummer and the Mescaleros live:



Midnight to six man
For the first time from Jamaica
Dillinger and Leroy Smart
Delroy Wilson, your cool operator

Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae
With backing bands sound systems
And if they've got anything to say
There's many black ears here to listen

But it was Four Tops all night
with encores from stage right
Charging from the bass knives to the treble
But onstage they ain't got no roots rock rebel
Onstage they ain't got no roots rock rebel

Dress back jump back
this is a bluebeat attack

'Cos it won't get you anywhere
Fooling with your guns
The British Army is waiting out there
An' it weighs fifteen hundred tons

White youth, black youth
Better find another solution
Why not phone up Robin Hood
and ask him for some wealth distribution?

Punk rockers in the UK
They won't notice anyway
They're all too busy fighting
For a good place under the lighting

The new groups are not concerned
With what there is to be learned
They got Burton suits -- ha, you think it's funny?
Turning rebellion into money

All over people changing their votes
Along with their overcoats
If Adolf Hitler flew in today
They'd send a limousine anyway

I'm the all night drug-prowling wolf
Who looks so sick in the sun
I'm the white man in the Palais
Just, oh, lookin' for fun

I'm only looking for fun
Oh, please, mister, just leave me alone
And I'm only looking for fun

Maid In Heaven

Here's a beautiful song by Be Bop Deluxe, from the 1975 album "Futurama," when the band was a trio (Bill Nelson: words & music, guitars & lead vocal; Charles Tumahai: bass & harmony vocal; Simon Fox: drums):



From the BBC sessions, later in 1975, as a quartet, with Andrew Clarke on keyboards:



From "Tramcar To Tomorrow" with a special bonus track, "Bringer of light to the feast"



More recently, Bill Nelson and the Gentlemen Rocketeers:



She's a maid in heaven
he's a knight on the tiles
a bat out of hell, oh well
it's just a question of style

It's a time for giving
in the two-star hotel
where breakfast in bed per head
is just the price of a smile

I know
it's not easy to live this way
just an hour and a fleeting kiss
till the morning

Silent night of wonders
day breaks through the door
so broken and torn, reborn
two shadows thrown on the floor

Hold me now, go lightly
take the rough with the smooth
a token of love, my love
was made in heaven for you
made in heaven for you
made in heaven for you

Crying To The Sky

This gorgeous song by Be Bop Deluxe features two of the most awesome guitar solos ever!

It would be beautiful enough without them, but oh my!

From the album "Sunburst Finish"

Bill Nelson: words & music; guitars & lead vocals
Charles Tumahai: bass
Andrew Clarke: keyboards
Simon Fox: drums

This video isn't much to look at, but give it a listen:



Crying to the sky
searching for a silver lining
hoping that the clouds I'm climbing
aren't hiding rain

Nowhere left to go
every show now disappoints me
still the ghost of love lost haunts me
till my dying day

I could fly away
over this river of tears
but I think I'll stay
to face all my troubles and fight like a man
I won't fear
love is near

Crying to the sky
weeping like a silver fountain
praying on the holy mountain that it won't rain

I could say goodbye
follow the sun and moon
but that would be a lie
my heart's in your hand
and I'm leading a band full of blues
just for you

Crying to the sky
searching for a silver lining
hoping that the clouds I'm climbing
aren't hiding rain

I Don't Need No Doctor

Here's Ray Charles:



John Scofield with John Mayer:



John Mayer without John Scofield:



Personally, I prefer Humble Pie:



I don't need no doctor
'Cause I know what's ailing me
I don't need no doctor
'Cause I know what's ailing me
All I need is my baby
You don't know I'm in misery

I don't need no doctor
I don't need no doctor

I don't need no doctor
My prescription tells me that
I don't need no doctor
My prescription tells me that
All I need is my baby
You don't know I'm in misery

I don't need no doctor
I don't need no doctor
I don't need no doctor
I don't need no doctor

Well the doctor said I need rest
He put me on the critical list
Keeping me safe from harm
All I need is her sweet charm
He gave me a medicated lotion
but it didn't soothe my emotion

I don't need no doctor
I don't need no doctor
I don't need no doctor
I don't need no doctor

I don't need no doctor
I don't need no doctor
I don't need no doctor
I don't need no doctor

Burn

Here's a song that needs no explanation ... from Bruce Cockburn:



Look away across the bay
Yankee gunboat come this way
Uncle Sam gonna save the day
Come tomorrow we all gonna pay...
And it's burn baby burn
When am I going to get my turn

Something dead under the bed
Local diplomats hang their heads
Never mind what the government said
They're either lying or they've been misled...
And it's burn baby burn
When am I going to get my turn

Phillipines was yesterday
Santiago and Greece today
How would they ever make the late news pay
If they didn't have the CIA?
And it's burn baby burn
When am I going to get my turn

Here it comes, the loaded gun
"Must keep the Commies on the run"
You'd buy or bury everyone
For liberty and life and just plain fun
And it's burn baby burn
When am I going to get my turn