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R.I.P. Joe Strummer
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| bearing 2002-12-23, 12:57 pm |
| Joe Strummer the Guitarist, lead vocalist and songwriter in 'The Clash' died at home on Sunday from a Heart attack aged 50.
He was instrumental in bringing British music kicking and screaming out of the flared trousers and long hair era. And also changed the face of World music along with The Sex Pistols.
He will be sorely missed... | |
| HOOLIGAN 2002-12-23, 12:59 pm |
| Sad,
RIP joe. | |
| Mr. Linux Guy 2002-12-23, 2:16 pm |
| In the last year or so we've lost Joey and Dee Dee Ramone, John Entwistle, George Harrison and now this.  | |
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| It's been a sad year punk | |
| WPFossil 2002-12-23, 3:20 pm |
| The Clash were great. He'll be missed. | |
| bigdaddychud 2002-12-23, 4:01 pm |
| Very sad.. 2 very importand groups to me growing up were The Ramones and The Clash.
Thankfully their music will live on. | |
| thecomeons 2002-12-23, 5:35 pm |
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If you can play on the fiddle
How's about a British jig and reel?
Speaking King's English in quotation
As railhead towns feel the steel mills rust water froze
In the generation
Clear as winter ice
This is your paradise | |
| RichardJW 2002-12-23, 5:45 pm |
| Ode to Strummer:
Thy beauteous music interwoven with fine reference to themes which uplift and make whole the soul.
Are forever gone! Tis in the deepest winter we biddest thy adieu, our friend, our mentor and our deepest consolator..
No whore on a bed in Vegas did perchance to catch thee in sweetest adultery stone dead in the morning!
Not for thee this recompense even in this darkest hour oh thee of indescribable virtue and .... sh*t! ... I forget.
Writers block! Damn!
Guns of Brixton: PEEOOWW!! PEEOOOWW!!!
Last man standing. | |
| gr33nd4yg1rl 2002-12-23, 6:01 pm |
| R.I.P. | |
| iggy4270 2002-12-24, 2:52 am |
| Very sad indeed. Rest in Peace Joe. | |
| jojogun 2002-12-24, 3:24 am |
| ian dury was a graeter loss | |
| WPFossil 2002-12-24, 9:13 am |
| London calling to the faraway towns
Now that war is declared-and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls
London calling, now don't look at us
Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain't got no swing
'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing
The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in
Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
London is drowning-and I live by the river
London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, an' go it alone
London calling upon the zombies of death
Quit holding out-and draw another breath
London calling-and I don't wanna shout
But while we were talking-I saw you nodding out
London calling, see we ain't got no highs
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes
Now get this
London calling, yeah, I was there, too
An' you know what they said? Well, some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
After all this, won't you give me a smile?
I never felt so much a' like | |
| gr33nd4yg1rl 2002-12-24, 1:22 pm |
| quote:
Originally posted by WPFossil
London calling to the faraway towns
Now that war is declared-and battle come down
London calling to the underworld
Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls
London calling, now don't look at us
Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
London calling, see we ain't got no swing
'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing
The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in
Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
London is drowning-and I live by the river
London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, an' go it alone
London calling upon the zombies of death
Quit holding out-and draw another breath
London calling-and I don't wanna shout
But while we were talking-I saw you nodding out
London calling, see we ain't got no highs
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes
Now get this
London calling, yeah, I was there, too
An' you know what they said? Well, some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
After all this, won't you give me a smile?
I never felt so much a' like
too sad |
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