There’s
been a lot of talk lately about the Clash and their
incisive,
pointed lyrics. But as it often goes in rock ‘n ‘ roll;
when you
break down their lyrics you often see that they
are
slogans that make great anthems, they are not poetry
or Das
Capital. And you know what? That’s cool with me.
Studying
lyrics for deeper meaning is for chumps. My
favorite
Clash song has long been “Complete Control,”
a song
with incomprehensible lyrics. Imagine the letdown
when I
finally looked up the lyrics a couple of years ago
and found
out it was just Joe Strummer bitching about his
record
company. In other words, Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Workin’
For MCA”
done by a less-tough, less-populist band. But the
relentless,
riffing sound and Strummer’s call-to-arms voice
make “Complete
Control” one of the all-time brilliant rockers.
I loved
the Clash’s passion, their humor, and their willingness
to take a
stand. And seeing Westway to the World knocked
me up the
head and made me see how truly great of a live
band they
were. So give me the whooooo-ooooh-hooohs of
“White Man
in Hammersmith Palais”, the C-O-N control from
“Complete
Control” and the ohhhhh-yeahhhhhs in their cover
of
“Pressure Drop.” When I hear those, they truly were the
only band
that mattered.