London Town Page #2

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of Strummer's lyrics.

Like, um,

"White youth, black youth

"better find another solution.

"Why don't you phone up

Robin Hood

and ask him

for some wealth distribution?"

- So he's a rotten commie.

- It's about us getting along.

We're all in the same boat.

It's the rich

who are killing us.

- The rich?

Well, why didn't anyone tell me?

[laughs]

- Hey, Ronnie.

- Alright, Viv.

You're in luck, my friends.

Two tickets left.

- Oh, nice one.

- Of course.

Are you sure

you want to waste this on him?

- Now, now, Ronnie.

- Suit yourself.

Right, all out. I'm afraid

that's it, guys. Piss off.

- The little prat can barely

see over the table

and he's got

the last bleeding ticket?

- Yeah, and if you got

a problem with it

you can take it up with me.

- Hey.

- No, no, no. That's punk.

Start with this.

You know, you'd look good

with black hair

like Strummer.

He's a handsome-looking devil,

ain't he?

- Me with black hair?

If you say so.

- I do. Anyway, I've got to go.

My dad's gonna kill me.

- So that's it?

- What, you thought

I was gonna suck you off too?

- No, I...

- I might.

[laughs]

I'll meet you out front

before the show.

I said

something better change

I said

something better change

I said

something better change

Change change

something better change

Change change

- You won't get better

than that.

- I want that one

in there as well.

- That one?

That one should be 650

but if you buy this one

I'll give it to you for 625.

- Okay.

- How about that, hmm?

It's a bargain.

- What about this one here?

- This right here?

Now, this one should be 850

but if you buy both of them,

800 quid.

Shay! I thought you'd be here

hours ago.

Be right with you.

- What about the drums

at the back?

- The drums at the back,

I'll let you have that one

for 700 quid, okay?

- 700?

- Come on, it should be 750.

Have a look

at the ones on the left.

I'll let you have the whole lot

two guitars and the drum kit.

- Nine hundred.

- Two grand, two grand.

Two, two grand.

- Two grand?

- Yeah, alright? It'll be

far more expensive for me.

[piano music]

Go have a look at the drums.

Go on, the ones on the left.

[chuckles]

These punks

they're worse than the hippies.

Just get uglier and uglier.

- Better than disco.

- Truer words never spoken.

Come on.

I've got the parts for you.

If they 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

[music stops]

If they got anything to say

There's many black ears here

to listen

But it was Four Tops

all night

With encores

from stage right

But onstage

they ain't got no roots

Rock rebel

Dress back jump back..

- Shay, dinner!

'Cause it won't

get you anywhere

[music stops]

Shay!

- Why are you wearing mum's hat?

Daddy, Shay's wearing mum's hat.

- You trying to do me over, boy?

You trying to do me over?

[door opens]

I never want to see that thing

again.

You hear me?

And what have you

done to your hair?

- It's your fault she left.

[door shuts]

[door shuts]

- I got to take Alice

to the child minders

before we move the piano.

So set the straps

while I'm gone.

- I'm leaving early tonight

to go to a concert.

- Huh? What concert?

Who, who's gonna

look after Alice?

I've got to be in the taxi

all night.

And where, where, by the way

did you get the money

for a concert, huh?

- From you. I'm going.

[laughs]

- I know you think

you've got it all so figured out

but it's not as simple

as you think.

- Well, it's not exactly rocket

science, is it, either?

- I hope you don't get

that anger for me, boy

'cause it's only worth it

if it's worth it.

Come on, sweetie.

- I guess your music

really wasn't worth it.

Was it, dad?

[instrumental music]

Hey now

it's a matter of opinion

If you agree

Someone else

will say the opposite

Well hey now you won't

ever change the weather

Take what's there

if it's rain or if it's shine

Are you running too fast?

Are you walking..

- Come on boys, pull, pull.

[grunts]

- Oi, I like your hair.

A little Sid Vicious, are ya?

- Uh, Sid's a wanker.

[grunts]

- Who do you like then?

- The Clash.

- Come on, Shay.

You're not helping me, boy.

Move out of the way.

Out, go on, scoot.

Pull!

[groans]

Ah!

- Dad! Dad!

- Nurse. I'm looking for

the family of Nicholas Baker.

Hello.

Where's your mother?

- She's, she's on her way.

Is he gonna die?

- No, no.

He has sustained

some rather serious injuries

but he'll be fine.

I'm afraid we will have

to keep him in

for a few weeks, though.

- I want daddy.

- Can we see him?

- Daddy!

- Oh, hello.

Do you want

to sit beside him over here?

- Why is he just lying there?

Is he sleeping?

- Well, yes.

Um, the, the doctor

did, uh, an operation

so the, uh, doctor

put him to sleep

and, and he fixed his leg

and he put that cast on it.

And, and now he's just sleeping

to get better.

- When's mummy coming home?

- Soon.

- Well, what are we gonna do?

- Well, I don't know.

I'll think of something.

Here, eat your dinner.

- I don't like that, Shay.

- Well, you'll have to have it.

- Well, I don't want it.

- Alice, please.

- I don't want it.

- Alright, listen to me.

I'm gonna be like dad

for the next couple of weeks

so you're gonna have to do

what I say.

- But you're not an adult.

- Well, I better be.

Otherwise we're gonna be

in deep trouble.

Did you hear me?

[instrumental music]

Alice, I'm serious.

Go on, get ready for bed.

I'll keep it for later.

- It's rubbish.

- It is. Don't be cheeky.

[chuckles]

"Burned branches

crashed to the ground

"sending up great showers

of sparks.

"Can you imagine

how frightened the animals were?

"As soon as they could smell

the smell of burning

"and hear the distant crackling

of the fire

they began to run."

[instrumental music]

[indistinct chattering]

Vivian! Vivian!

[indistinct chattering]

- Alright!

Alright. Shut it! Shut it.

- Vivian!

- Yeah, alright.

Hey, I was starting to wonder.

Nice hair.

You alright?

- My dad's had an accident.

He's in hospital.

- What are you doing here then?

- I don't know.

I couldn't just sit there,

could I?

- Alright. Skinheads are here.

Better get inside

before there's trouble.

[rock music]

I want to move the town

to the clash city rockers

You need a little jump

of electrical shockers

You better leave town

if you only want to knock us

Nothing stands the pressure

of the clash city rockers

See the rate

they come down the escalator

Listen to the tube train

accelerator

Then you realize

that you got to have a purpose

Or this place is gonna

knock you out sooner or later

So don't complain

About

your useless employment

Jack it in

Forever tonight

Or shut your mouth

And pretend you enjoy it

Think of all the money

you've got

Yeah yeah

[guitar music]

Yes I want to move the town

to the clash city rockers

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