Crooked Beat
The Clash Lyrics


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Start the car lets make a midnight run
Across the river to South London
To dance to the latest hi-fi sound
Of bass, guitar and drum
Seeking out a rhythm that can take the pressure off
Stepping in and out of that crooked crooked beat

Take a piece of cloth, a coin for thirst
For the sweat will start to run
With a cymbal splash, a word of truth
And a rocking bass and drum
Seeking out a rhythm that can take the pressure on
Stepping in and out of that crooked crooked beat

So one by one they come on down
From the tower blocks of my home town
Stepping with the rhythm of the rockers beat
Drowning out the pressure of the crooked beat
Seeking out a rhythm that can take the tension on
Stepping in and out of that crooked crooked beat

It has crooked past this crooked street
Where cars patrol this crooked beat
Badges flash and sirens wail
They'll be taking one and all to jail





Prance! Prance! You want a law to dance?

Overall Meaning

The Clash's "The Crooked Beat" is an ode to the South London subculture of rockers, which peaked in the 1960s. The song is about the joy of going out and finding relief in the music and the community it creates. It describes a midnight run to South London to dance to the latest hi-fi sound of bass, guitar, and drum, to step in and out of the crooked beat. This beat is a metaphor for the obstacles and pressures of everyday life, which can be forgotten in the liberation and catharsis of dance.


The second verse describes the preparations for the night ahead, with people grabbing pieces of cloth and coins for thirst, knowing that the sweat will start to run when they start dancing to the driving rhythm of the rockers beat. The crooked beat is again described as the antidote to the pressure of life, and the place where people can find relief from its burdens. The third verse portrays the community spirit of the rockers culture, with people coming down from the tower blocks of the town, stepping with the rhythm of the rockers beat, and drowning out the pressure of the crooked beat.


The final verse takes a darker turn, as the crooked beat is projected onto the streets, where the patrol cars patrol, the badges flash, and the sirens wail. The freedom and relief of the dance are contrasted with the authoritarianism and oppression of law enforcement. The final line "Prance! Prance! You want a law to dance?" is challenging the authorities who seek to control and repress people's expression and freedom.


Line by Line Meaning

Start the car lets make a midnight run
Let's go on a late-night drive


Across the river to South London
Driving to South London


To dance to the latest hi-fi sound
Going to dance to the newest music


Of bass, guitar and drum
Listening to a band with a bass, guitar and drums


Seeking out a rhythm that can take the pressure off
Looking for music that can relieve stress


Stepping in and out of that crooked crooked beat
Dancing to the song's unusual rhythm


Take a piece of cloth, a coin for thirst
Bring something to wipe sweat and money for drinks


For the sweat will start to run
Expecting to sweat while dancing


With a cymbal splash, a word of truth
The band plays a cymbal sound, singing honest lyrics


And a rocking bass and drum
The band plays a strong bass and drums


Seeking out a rhythm that can take the pressure on
Looking for music to handle stress


Stepping in and out of that crooked crooked beat
Dancing on the song's unusual rhythm


So one by one they come on down
People arrive one by one


From the tower blocks of my home town
From the high-rise buildings in the author's hometown


Stepping with the rhythm of the rockers beat
Dancing on the beat of the rockers


Drowning out the pressure of the crooked beat
Blocking out the stress of the song's strange rhythm


It has crooked past this crooked street
This street has a history of dishonesty


Where cars patrol this crooked beat
Police cars monitor this area


Badges flash and sirens wail
Police lights and sirens are active


They'll be taking one and all to jail
The police will arrest anyone breaking the law


Prance! Prance! You want a law to dance?
Making a statement about the police's strictness at clubs




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JOE STRUMMER, PAUL SIMONON

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@camiloalbertohernandezfaut4798

Enciende el auto, hagamos una carrera de medianoche.
Start the car lets make a midnight run

Al otro lado del río hacia el sur de Londres
Across the river to South London

Para bailar con el último sonido de alta fidelidad
To dance to the latest hi-fi sound

De bajo, guitarra y batería
Of bass, guitar and drum

Buscando un ritmo que pueda aliviar la presión
Seeking out a rhythm that can take the pressure off

Entrando y saliendo de ese ritmo torcido y torcido
Stepping in and out of that crooked crooked beat

Toma un trozo de tela, una moneda para la sed.
Take a piece of cloth, a coin for thirst

Porque el sudor empezará a correr
For the sweat will start to run

Con un toque de platillo, una palabra de verdad
With a cymbal splash, a word of truth

Y un bajo y un tambor rockeros
And a rocking bass and drum

Buscando un ritmo que pueda soportar la presión
Seeking out a rhythm that can take the pressure on

Entrando y saliendo de ese ritmo torcido y torcido
Stepping in and out of that crooked crooked beat

Entonces uno por uno van bajando
So one by one they come on down

Desde las torres de mi ciudad natal
From the tower blocks of my home town

Caminando al ritmo del ritmo de los rockeros.
Stepping with the rhythm of the rockers beat

Ahogando la presión del ritmo torcido
Drowning out the pressure of the crooked beat

Buscando un ritmo que pueda soportar la tensión.
Seeking out a rhythm that can take the tension on

Entrando y saliendo de ese ritmo torcido y torcido
Stepping in and out of that crooked crooked beat

Ha pasado por esta calle torcida
It has crooked past this crooked street

Donde los autos patrullan este ritmo torcido
Where cars patrol this crooked beat

Las insignias parpadean y las sirenas suenan
Badges flash and sirens wail

Llevarán a todos y cada uno a la cárcel.
They'll be taking one and all to jail

¡Cabriola!
Prance!

¡Cabriola!
Prance!

¿Quieres una ley para bailar?
You want a law to dance?

Fuente: LyricFind

Compositores: Joe Strummer / Paul Simonon

Letra de The Crooked Beat © Universal Music Publishing Group



All comments from YouTube:

@geekUSA101

Topper Headon = underrated drummer, he's got great chops

@casncage

This is one of my favs from Sandinista. Although the whole album is pure class :)

@thomasandersen6719

side one and two were great but the rest is utter garbage

@davebeach2343

This remains one of my favorite Clash songs. Poor kids trying to release pent up anger story with that bass line sounds real today. Thanks

@user-ow9sf1up4z

あーーーーーーー‼︎‼︎‼︎もー、これ大好きなんだよぉぉぉおぉぉおーーーー‼︎
CLASH最高。ずっと大好き。

@92krusher

So implement and yet so magical….One of the best songs by The Clash, Mikey Dread really rounded the dub feeling out completely. This album was so innovative especially given the Era it came out in. It’s so punk because it’s so different and isn’t that what punk is at the core? Being yourself regardless of perception.

@Evandrovacco

Clash eterno❤️

@RebeccaCoolidge

So underrated

@dw4353

Here before a million views anyone?

@lourdesrivera2351

Relevant today.

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