LADBROKE GROVE
For twenty years I just keep looking
When I got the chance I turned away
For all you’ve done, for all you’ve given
I didn’t know what to say
Everybody says the door was open
Could have just gone up and shake your hand
But I couldn’t stop thinking
You’d meet thousands like me in every land
Looking back at highs and lows
I wish I’d been to every show
And I wish I’d been there on Ladbroke Grove
Yeah I wish I’d been there on Ladbroke Grove
I just wish that I’d been there in Ladbroke, Joe
And now I walk the streets of Camden
I’ve crossed your path a million times
Been by the Westway outside Wilmcote House
Where you cracked all those wicked rhymes
And there were times when I was thinking
I might bump into you some day
Maybe give something little back to you
And now it’s too bloody late
I keep wasting all my time
My life’s propelling away
I envy all the action
You seemed to pack into every day
When I want to refuel, I still look to you
High octane
And it’s all in vain
COMMENT
It’s no secret I’m a great “fan” of The Clash, and this is my very personal tribute to them and Joe Strummer. Ladbroke Grove is an area in west London where Strummer squatted around the time when The Clash formed. I’m still inpired by them musically, although that matters fuckall, from the look of things…. unfortunately!
Strummer died in December 2002, and I wrote this song not long after. Why couldn’t I write a tribute, like a thank you letter, before he left the scene?, even though he wouldn’t have heard it, at least there’d be a chance; or at the least, go up after a gig and say “thanks”!
I do hope maybe other Clash fans might appreciate this tune. And it does apply to everyday life; the importance to live every day like it’s the last one, and if you’ve got something important to say to someone, don’t wait too long.
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