I guess in quite a lot of ways I grew up just like you
A bolshy kid who didn�t think the way they told him to
You kicked over the statues, a roots rock rebel star
Who knew that punk was more than just the sound of a guitar
And I�ll always remember that night at the Rainbow
When you wrote a soundtrack for my life,
Comandante Joe.

So many bands back then were like too many bands today
A bunch of blokes who made a noise with bugger all to say
The Clash were always out in front, you put the rest to shame
Your words were calls to action, your music was a flame
You were our common Dante, and you raised an inferno
And you wrote a soundtrack for my life,
Comandante Joe.

Reggae in the Palais
Midnight till six!
Rockin� Reds in Brockwell Park!
Sten guns in Knightsbridge!
Up and down the Westway
In and out the lights!
Clash City Rockers!
Know Your Rights!

I guess in quite a lot of ways I grew up just like you
A bolshy kid who didn�t think the way they told him to
Like you I always knew that words and music held the key
As you did for so many, you showed the way to me
Although I never met you, I�m so sad to see you go
�Cos you wrote a soundtrack for my life,
Comandante Joe.


in memory of Joe Strummer 1952 � 2002



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