Techno D-day - Joe Strummer, The Mescaleros

Well, it was a techno d-day

Out on Omaha Beach

I was a reserve DJ

Playing Columbian mountain beats

Andres Landero

Ay mi sombrero

Hold onto your hats

We gotta go

Because the noise inspectors with the sound detectors

Were coming on down the beach

And the counselors want to pounce on us

And there we go disturbing the peace

And the Cornish sun had only just begun

To sink into the western sea

So to keep it low so the cops don’t know

I spun my Harry Belafonte

On a techno d-day, a techno d-day

Out on Omaha Beach

Where the troops believe in a life of freedom

And this is all about free speech

The day became night by the campfire light

The crowd began testifying

Using the headphones for a mic, four tenors delight

I sang another new sound is dying

On a techno d-day, a techno d-day

Where the long arm of the law can’t reach

On a techno d-day, a techno d-day

We waited out on Omaha Beach

Behind me in the booth was the techno crew

Ready with the crucial beats

Still they said keep it low, spin your calypso

We’re waiting for Babylon to retreat

The crowd was ready to riot, they were sick of being quiet

We’re still waiting for the signal to go

Then the walkie-talkie gear spat out the all-clear

And the boys hit the decks in full flow

On a techno d-day, a techno d-day

Way out on Omaha Beach

Where the troops believe in a life of freedom

And this is all about free speech

Techno d-day, a techno d-day

Way out on Omaha Beach

Where the troops believe in a life of freedom

And this is about free speech

Techno d-day, a techno d-day

Sometimes you have to get out of reach

It was a techno d-day, a techno d-day

And this is all about free speech