songs mentioning brixton

[Pickman's model]

i'll start you off with 'guns of brixton', by the clash, and 'brixton busters', by the irish brigade:

Listen, listen, listen here's a song for Pearse and Nessan
Known as the Brixton Busters far and wide
Like a bolt right out of Heaven, they escaped from Brixton prison
The Provos they could not keep inside.

It happened on a Sunday, it became an 'on-the-run-day'
Both lads had been praying on their knees
Sure the warders thought it shockin when the gun came from the stocking
And the lads said, "Hand over the keys!".

[chorus]
Now they're movin, movin, movin, get those police dogs moving!
Get those doggies searching far and wide
It wasn't Semtex putty but a pistol in the gutty
That let the boys go outside for a ride.

Every branch man in the nation went crazy with frustration
They were ordered to quickly find the trail
When they lost them at the station, it cured their constipation!
No wonder they are still looking pale.

Now England learn your lesson, from lads like Pearse and Nessan
And the volunteers you hold in cells today
Though you beat them and mistreat them, you never will defeat them
They'll be back again to fight another day.

[chorus2]
Now they're movin, movin, movin, get those police dogs moving
Get those doggies searching far and wide
The Doctor's calculating the pension that is waiting
If he can't get those lads back inside.

Shut the gate! Shut the door! Don't let out anymore
Make sure there's nowhere they can hide
Searchig high, searching low, where the Hell did they go?
Provos they will not keep inside.

[nipsla]

And God created Brixton - Carter USM

I walked from my baby’s Brixton flat
Into a riot
I thought of maybe turning back
Till things were quiet
When all the buildings to be burned
Had been burned
And all the cars to overturn
Were overturned

Outside the prison they were screen testing the free
Open auditions for closed circuit T.V.
Your baby brother would be there outside the jail
Throwing bottles as the police sirens wailed
And a love song might not be suitable
But you look beautiful tonight

Death and disaster only make me love you more
The morning after the night that went before
When the brains of Brixton with conflicting points of views
Are outside The Ritzy on the local TV news

A love song might not be suitable
But you look beautiful tonight
And if you feel the same way as I feel
Everything will be alright

I was thinking,
Let’s forget about the car
And do some late night drinking
In a late night drinking bar
It isn’t far, well it’s my local anyway
I know the barman
And there’s a small vocal P.A.

Now the insurance man has left you with the news
That your third party fire and theft would be no use
And I know a love song isn’t suitable or right
But you look beautiful, beautiful tonight

And if you feel the same was as I feel
Everything will be alright

Tonight, Big Brother is watching you
And I am watching too
I will watch over you
Like a thunderbolt out of the blue
Something told me it was true
God created me and you
And God created Brixton too
Hallelujah!
Praise the Lord!
Tonight you can rest assured
The Father, Son, The Holy Ghost and I
Will love you more than most
Tonight

[Pickman's model]

conflict, the ungovernable force

Fuck off you, fuck your violent threats, your
attempts to control the nation. Fuck off you
fucked up racist cunt, understand the situation
Back off you slimy worthless prick, you ain't got
a clue what you're facing! Eat bricks you hed up
bastard shits, scabs; you'll get what you are
creating Who the fuck do you think you're pushing,
'stay in place or get it' I'd think again to save
your skin,'cos if you come to close You'll fucking
regret it, you whine on all the hell you like
Repeat your warnings of plastic bullets, the gas,
the batons, the water cannon The more you oppress
the more we'll resist Riots, there ain't been a
riot, but one's knockin' at your door You've seen
nothing yet but houselheld pets, but you'll feel
the lions claw Proclaiming laws last victory, of
containing rebel shower When the time Is right
you'll get the fight that will totally test your
power Inciting, provoking trouble, that you know
can easilt be beaten To maintain the Image that we
need you, so thus re-confirm your position You
might trick some you scheming scum, but you'll
never get our obedience You can batter, beat us,
even imprison, yet still you'll never ever defeat
us Belfast...Brixton...Toxteth...Totteham...St.
Pauls...Hansworth... Reclaim the streets, reclaim
the towns, reclaim the nation What revolution,
this revolution, we all wanted a peaceful solution
But this institution, that institution, smashed
all hope of getting through to them.
Confrontations, escalating violations of the law
Repercussions of the mass destruction which in the
end is sure to mean Them pumping out the bullets,
their protection from the poor We will win 'cos we
have to, we ain't got nothing to lose no more And
what they lose they undoubtedly will forfeit
forever "They've got the guns, but we've got the
numbers"

[david dissadent]

Does electric avenue count?

[Maurice Picarda]

Any time you're Lambeth way
Any evening, any day
You will find us all
Doing the Lambeth Walk. Oy!

Every little Lambeth gal
With her little Lambeth pal
You will find them all
Doing the Lambeth Walk. Oy!

[kained&able]

the intro to alabama 3's- woke up this morning mention coldharbour lane and indeed they have an album with coldharbour lane in. Think theres another couple of theres that mentions brixton as well.

electric avenue - eddie grant is named after the road in brixton as well.

They called us walking corpses
Unholy living dead
They had to lock us up
Put us in their british hell

Make sure your face is clean now
Cant have no dirty dead
All the corpses here are clean, boy
All the yanks in british hell

I dont wanna be here in your london dungeon
I dont wanna be here in your british hell
Aint no mystery why Im in misery in hell
Heres hoping youre swell

They called us walking corpses
Unholy living dead
They had to lock us up
Put us in their british hell

I dont wanna be here in your london dungeon
I dont wanna be here in your british hell
Aint no mystery why Im in misery in hell
Heres hoping youre swell

Make sure your face is clean now
Cant have no dirty dead
All the corpses here are clean, boy
All the yanks in british hell

I dont wanna be here in your london dungeon
I dont wanna be here in your british hell
Aint no mystery why Im in misery in hell

Heres hoping youre swell
Heres hoping youre swell
Heres hoping youre swell
Heres hoping youre swell

is apparently about brixton.

Oh and the streets have a song that meantions brixton i thinks its has it come to this.


dave

[wiskey]

urban got there already http://www.urban75.org/brixton/features/songs.html

[DJWrongspeed]

Enduser's Dubplate12, youtube link presumably this is a sampled dancehall track, is he saying 'Brixton' i always thought so perhaps someone can correct me ?

[HobgoblinMan]

The Streets, song from first album says "Brixton's burning up". 1st track I think "Turn The Page".

[Pickman's model]

Does electric avenue count?

yes

[Spion]

5 nights of bleeding - LKJ

Madness, madness
Madness tight on the heads of the rebels
The bitterness erup's like a heart blas'
Broke glass, ritual of blood an' a-burnin'
Served by a cruelin' fighting
5 nights of horror and of bleeding
Broke glass, cold blades as sharp as the eyes of hate
And the stabbin', it's
War amongs' the rebels
Madness, madness, war

Night number one was in Brixton
Sofrano B sound system
'im was a-beatin' up the riddim with a fire
'im comin' down his reggae reggae wire
It was a sound checkin' down your spinal column
A bad music tearin' up your flesh
An' the rebels dem start a fighting
De youth dem just tun wild, it's
War amongs' the rebels
Madness, madness, war

Night number two down at Sheppard's
Right up Railton road
It was a night name friday when ev'ryone was high on brew or drew
A pound or two worth of Kali
Sound comin' down of the king's music iron
The riddim just bubblin' an' backfirin'
Ragin' an' risin'
When suddenly the music cut -
Steelblade drinkin' blood in darkness, it's
War amongs' the rebels
Madness, madness, war

Night number three, over the river
Right outside the Rainbow
Inside James Brown was screamin soul
Outside the rebels were freezin' cold
Babylonian tyrants descended
Bounced on the brothers who were bold
So with a flick of the wris', a jab and a stab
The song of hate was sounded
The pile of oppression was vomited
And two policemen wounded
Righteous, righteous war

Night number four at the blues dance, abuse dance
Two rooms packed and the pressure pushin' up
Hot, hotheads
Ritual of blood in the blues dance
Broke glass splintering, fire
Axes, blades, brain blas'
Rebellion rushin' down the wrong road
Storm blowin' down the wrong tree
And Leroy bleeds near death on the fourth night
In a blues dance, on a black rebellious night, it's
War amongs' the rebels
Madness, madness, war

Night number five at the Telegraph
Vengeance walk thru de doors
So slow, so smooth
So tight and ripe and -smash!
Broke glass, a bottle finds a head
And the shell of the fire heard -crack!
The victim feels fear
Finds hands, holds knife, finds throat
Oh, the stabbins and the bleedin' and the blood, it's
War amongs' the rebels
Madness, madness, war

[redsnapper]

Big Audio Dynamite - The Battle Of All Saints' Road

A couple of years ago down Ladbroke Grove
The Dreads uptight sitting on a treasure trove
A skinny white dude came in and took a chair
He had a black leather jacket and greased back hair

Well they ain`t seen nothing like it down the Mangrove
Plugged his guitar into a flat iron stove
Now all the brothers they began to stare
Hillybilly cat blew `em on their derriere

It`s the booze that picks you up
And throws you against the wall
Sometimes there`s a drought
Can`t get no sense at all

Now they had the grass he had the song
The Rocker and the Ras began to get along
Looking around for something to bang
They all joined in and this is what they sang...

We fired our guns and the coppers kept a coming
There wasn`t quite as many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began a running
Over Vauxhall Bridge and Via Pimlico

Cow foot curry herbage and macheté
`57 Chevy in a Rondolet
Red stripe BM a game of dominoes
Zebra serenade the honky`s and negros

Well it ain`t Mozart

Nowadays all quiet on the All Saints Road
Cops and yups come in by the truckload
A condo stands where the grass used to grow
Race attacks filofax and nobody goes

It`s the booze that picks you up
And throws you against the wall
Lost my vallet and my mind at the carnival

Seven Eleven McDonalds and Ho-Jo`s
Gettys` on the jetty watch the river flow
The Lambeth walk`s like 42nd Street
Folks I gotta tell you this town can`t be beat

Wadda dem-dem-dem.......

[DaveCinzano]

Renegade Soundwave - Brixton
Genaside II - Sirens Of Acre Lane

(Both titular references rather than lyrical mentions.)

[dodgepot]

one of flowered up's songs did. can't remember which one or the exact lyrics, though.

[DaveCinzano]

Good call, Dodgers

[ska invita]

Renegade Soundwave - Brixton
Genaside II - Sirens Of Acre Lane

(Both titular references rather than lyrical mentions.)

Genaside II - Death Of The Kamikazee (Eye Left My Wallet In Brixton Kentucky Mix)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mucWaTu6KdM

[electrogirl]

FUCKERY! by Amy Winehouse

fuckery

[lunatrick]

5 nights of bleeding - LKJ

Madness, madness
Madness tight on the heads of the rebels
The bitterness erup's like a heart blas'
Broke glass, ritual of blood an' a-burnin'
Served by a cruelin' fighting
5 nights of horror and of bleeding
Broke glass, cold blades as sharp as the eyes of hate
And the stabbin', it's
War amongs' the rebels
Madness, madness, war

Night number one was in Brixton
Sofrano B sound system
'im was a-beatin' up the riddim with a fire
'im comin' down his reggae reggae wire
It was a sound checkin' down your spinal column
A bad music tearin' up your flesh
An' the rebels dem start a fighting
De youth dem just tun wild, it's
War amongs' the rebels
Madness, madness, war

Night number two down at Sheppard's
Right up Railton road
It was a night name friday when ev'ryone was high on brew or drew
A pound or two worth of Kali
Sound comin' down of the king's music iron
The riddim just bubblin' an' backfirin'
Ragin' an' risin'
When suddenly the music cut -
Steelblade drinkin' blood in darkness, it's
War amongs' the rebels
Madness, madness, war

Night number three, over the river
Right outside the Rainbow
Inside James Brown was screamin soul
Outside the rebels were freezin' cold
Babylonian tyrants descended
Bounced on the brothers who were bold
So with a flick of the wris', a jab and a stab
The song of hate was sounded
The pile of oppression was vomited
And two policemen wounded
Righteous, righteous war

Night number four at the blues dance, abuse dance
Two rooms packed and the pressure pushin' up
Hot, hotheads
Ritual of blood in the blues dance
Broke glass splintering, fire
Axes, blades, brain blas'
Rebellion rushin' down the wrong road
Storm blowin' down the wrong tree
And Leroy bleeds near death on the fourth night
In a blues dance, on a black rebellious night, it's
War amongs' the rebels
Madness, madness, war

Night number five at the Telegraph
Vengeance walk thru de doors
So slow, so smooth
So tight and ripe and -smash!
Broke glass, a bottle finds a head
And the shell of the fire heard -crack!
The victim feels fear
Finds hands, holds knife, finds throat
Oh, the stabbins and the bleedin' and the blood, it's
War amongs' the rebels
Madness, madness, war

that tune is so evocative..stone cold classic. bit depressing also I presume about the riots?

[Paulie Tandoori]

conflict, the ungovernable force

Fuck off you, fuck your violent threats, your
attempts to control the nation. Fuck off you
fucked up racist cunt, understand the situation
Back off you slimy worthless prick, you ain't got
a clue what you're facing! Eat bricks you hed up
bastard shits, scabs; you'll get what you are
creating Who the fuck do you think you're pushing,
'stay in place or get it' I'd think again to save
your skin,'cos if you come to close You'll fucking
regret it, you whine on all the hell you like
Repeat your warnings of plastic bullets, the gas,
the batons, the water cannon The more you oppress
the more we'll resist Riots, there ain't been a
riot, but one's knockin' at your door You've seen
nothing yet but houselheld pets, but you'll feel
the lions claw Proclaiming laws last victory, of
containing rebel shower When the time Is right
you'll get the fight that will totally test your
power Inciting, provoking trouble, that you know
can easilt be beaten To maintain the Image that we
need you, so thus re-confirm your position You
might trick some you scheming scum, but you'll
never get our obedience You can batter, beat us,
even imprison, yet still you'll never ever defeat
us Belfast...Brixton...Toxteth...Totteham...St.
Pauls...Hansworth... Reclaim the streets, reclaim
the towns, reclaim the nation What revolution,
this revolution, we all wanted a peaceful solution
But this institution, that institution, smashed
all hope of getting through to them.
Confrontations, escalating violations of the law
Repercussions of the mass destruction which in the
end is sure to mean Them pumping out the bullets,
their protection from the poor We will win 'cos we
have to, we ain't got nothing to lose no more And
what they lose they undoubtedly will forfeit
forever "They've got the guns, but we've got the
numbers"

tune

[RaverDrew]

The megaphone guy from the fascist rally in the background of Pink Floyd's "Waiting for the Worms" mentions Brixton...

"Will the Audience convene at one fifteen, outside Brixton town hall, where we will be...

WAITING !!!

The Worms will convene outside Brixton Town Hall. We'll be moving along at about 12 o'clock down Stockwell Road {?and then we'll cross at?} {Abbot's Road} and we'll be covering some distance, twelve minutes to three we'll be moving along Lambeth Road towards Vauxhall Bridge. Now when we get to the other side of Vauxhall Bridge we're in Westminster {Borough } area. It's quite possible we may encounter some Jew boys and from now on {?we've got to be careful?} by the way we go. At eighteen after midday, {?we'll all be at Hyde Park! and there we'll continue?..."

[hipipol]

Stepping on a 2b Bus

Solomom - where he talks about...

"let me tell ya bout them girl name Jane
She live a Brixton, Water Lane
She go ta Babylon, run a complain,
She tell them address, tell them me name,
She say I man samfie her gold chain"

Forgotten Brixton hero on the mic that boy

[Andy the Don]

Sonny's Lettah(sic) - Linton Kwesi Johnson
Ok it's a poem really but is has been put to music.

[chintz]

Trustafarian - Junior Blanks mentions Brixton, can't remember the exact line but is something like "your Millionaire Daddy in a Essex mansion, you try so hard to be from Brixton"

( you can download the album free and legally from http://www.knuckleheads.co.uk/blanks/)

[twistedAM]

Chip Taylor/Jon Langford - Brixton
Duke Special - Brixton Leaves
Red House Painters - Brockwell Park

[RaverDrew]

Ram John Holder - Brixton Blues (AKA Porkpie from Desmond's)