In The Pouring Rain
The Clash Lyrics


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(Strummer)

I could see as I rode in
The ships were gone and the pit fell in
A funeral bell tolled the hour in
A lonely drunkard slumbering

Not the twang of the guitar
Not even the siren wail of pain
Not the shadows of desire
Caught in the pouring pouring rain

Breeze black windows on date street
Where I was raised up on the cheap
(yeah, say!) ask no questions work and sleep
'til the old tango that's on date street

I can hear the sharpen of the pain
Some lucky stranger in the rain
Hear the sharpen of the rain
Lucky stranger ... in the rain

Hammers beat in dusty times
On these weedy rusted lines
Mocking the sun and optomistic signs
All these weedy gates of iron

The sun won't shine my way again
Lucky moon was on the wane
Oh I'll never see a star again
In the pouring pouring rain

A salty band played for the train
A sad trombone and some refrain
The future pointed to the weather vane
The old calypso died of shame

I hear the sharpen of the pain
Some lucky stranger in the rian
Hear the sharpen of the pain
Lucky stranger pouring rain





POURING RAIN !!!

Overall Meaning

The Clash's song, In The Pouring Rain, reflects on the hardships and struggles of working-class people, and how they have no choice but to persevere through difficult times. The lyrics start by describing the bleak landscape of a town that has been affected by harsh economic times. The ships, which could be seen in the past, are gone, and the pit has fallen in. A funeral bell tolls, signifying a death or loss, and a drunkard is found slumbering alone.


The next few lyrics describe the sound of the pouring rain, which is overwhelming and constant, blocking out every other noise. Even the twang of the guitar and the siren's wail of pain are drowned out by the rain. The shadows of desire, which refer to unfulfilled dreams and aspirations, are also caught in the pouring rain.


The lyrics then move to the singer's personal experience growing up on Date Street, a poor part of town. The people there are expected to work hard, and not question their surroundings. The sharpened pain here could be a metaphor for the struggle of daily life. The song concludes on a nostalgic and mournful note with the singer recalling pleasant memories of music and the future, but realizing that they will likely never experience these things again in the pouring rain.


Line by Line Meaning

I could see as I rode in
As I was traveling, I observed


The ships were gone and the pit fell in
The ships had disappeared and the pit had collapsed


A funeral bell tolled the hour in
I could hear the sound of a bell ringing for a funeral


A lonely drunkard slumbering
I saw a homeless person sleeping


Not the twang of the guitar
It wasn't the sound of a guitar being played


Not even the siren wail of pain
It wasn't even the sound of a siren signaling pain


Not the shadows of desire
It wasn't the feeling of wanting something


Caught in the pouring pouring rain
It was being trapped in heavy rain


Breeze black windows on date street
The windows on Date Street were dark and dingy


Where I was raised up on the cheap
I grew up in a poor area


(yeah, say!) ask no questions work and sleep
People lived there without questioning their lives, only working and sleeping


'til the old tango that's on date street
Until a popular place on Date Street known for a dance style


I can hear the sharpen of the pain
I can hear the intensity of the suffering


Some lucky stranger in the rain
Someone else who is fortunate enough to be in the rain


Hear the sharpen of the rain
The sound of the rain is piercing


Lucky stranger ... in the rain
Someone else who is fortunate enough to be in the rain


Hammers beat in dusty times
The sound of hammers striking in an unproductive period


On these weedy rusted lines
On these abandoned and decaying metal structures


Mocking the sun and optimistic signs
Defying hope and progress


All these weedy gates of iron
All these old gates that are overgrown with weeds


The sun won't shine my way again
I won't see the sun again


Lucky moon was on the wane
The moon was decreasing in size for me


Oh I'll never see a star again
I'll never see a star again


In the pouring pouring rain
In the heavy rain


A salty band played for the train
A band played near the train station


A sad trombone and some refrain
The band played a sad song with a repeating melody


The future pointed to the weather vane
The future was unpredictable, like the direction of a weather vane


The old calypso died of shame
The old calypso music style was no longer popular


Hear the sharpen of the pain
The sound of the suffering is intense


Some lucky stranger in the rain
Someone else who is fortunate enough to be in the rain


Hear the sharpen of the pain
The sound of the suffering is piercing


Lucky stranger pouring rain
Someone else who is fortunate enough to be in the heavy rain


POURING RAIN !!!
Emphasizing the weight and impact of the heavy rain




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@Scott_M23

I’m convinced no one actually dislikes post mick Jones clash. People are just afraid of saying it because the back lash they will receive. The live versions of all the MK2 songs in good quality are just as good as any Sandinista song.

@BadLuckLuke

...The Clash Mark II had some great songs like "North & South" and this one, plus they were a pretty cool live act ! ! !

@clash5j

It's been said before, but I'll say it again. There were some quality Clash songs written post Mick, but they were either left off Cut the Crap or recorded in such a way as to make them almost unrecognizable from how they were performed live

@deerhunter2218

Clash5j I disagree mate, when Michael got sacked the whole rhythm left the band, he and Johnny were great partners in lyrics and in the music itself, it was a shame they parted but great to see them at the charity gig for the firemen/women πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘

@williamlynd3052

Official live version is on the "Future is Unwritten" soundtrack. Studio versions are also included in the new Joe Strummer "001" boxed set.

@bertanderson2548

I was at that show in Seattle in 1984. My buddy and I had a great time.

@mustlovepretzels

Born on this day(August 21) John Graham Mellor aka Joe Strummer. R.I.P. Joe.

@michaelboyle2316

Great track, good sound

@DugyD97

Wish they recorded this in studio would of been good to hear it in crisp quality, but still brilliant raw :D

@mustlovepretzels

They did. Someone had posted it but obviously it was taken down.

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