Touch vinyl from the sleeve
my first at age thirteen
Combat Rock by The Clash
Hot from the Netherlands
with a poster inside
Topper still in the shot
Even with the return
of Terry Chimes the band
couldn't last Tory Crimes
For instance couldn't keep
internal politics
from making a mad dash
Until there were but two
Joe and Paul made a hash
of the band's last album
Try again fail again
fail better the magic
all but gone fairy dust
Unwritten the future
Strummer erased the board
the writing on the wall
Relax take a chill pill
but that wasn't his way
no drugs but pot he got
Everyone the message
he was in charge the force
to reckon with the times
Indeed come full circle
then explode into stars
at least for Mick he read
Smoke signals the Young Turk
blew his way should he stay
or should he go in sum
Under contract he played
guitar hero then left
when he saw no more trust
Nothing lasts forever
even Ali the G.O.A.T.
must retire got the call
Wonders never cease peace
finds the world through struggle
battles hard fought the cost
Real lives lost disappear
forever gone for good
for better or for worse
In music as marriage
all partners must be all
in no heroin dead
Trigger fingers shoot blanks
Nicky got the memo
got clean of junk lives lost
To smack an endless scroll
the roll call the call-up
to kill to die the hearse
Enters the cemetery
to drop off a dead soul
the spirit takes its leave
Nothing left but a corpse
put the black vinyl back
return it to its sleeve
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