They sang the red flag. They wore the black one. But after they died it was Mockingbird Hill. #TheClash #SpanishBombs

Back home the buses went up in flashes. The Irish tomb was drenched in blood. #TheClash #SpanishBombs

Spanish songs in Andalucia. The shooting sites in the days of '39. #TheClash #SpanishBombs

Oh, please, leave the ventana open. Fredrico Lorca is dead and gone. #TheClash #SpanishBombs

Spanish weeks in my disco casino. The freedom fighters died upon the hill. #TheClash #SpanishBombs

Spanish bombs shatter the hotels. My senorita's rose was nipped in the bud. #TheClash #SpanishBombs

Bullet holes in the cemetery walls. The black cars of the Guardia Civil. #TheClash #SpanishBombs

With trenches full of poets. The ragged army, fixin' bayonets to fight the other line. #TheClash #SpanishBombs

Spanish bombs on the Costa Rica. I'm flying in on a DC 10 tonight. #TheClash #SpanishBombs

Spanish bombs, yo te quiero infinito. yo te acuerda oh mi coraz. #TheClash #SpanishBombs

The hillsides ring with "Free the people". Or can I hear the echo from the days of '39? #TheClash #SpanishBombs

Spanish bombs rock the province. I'm hearing music from another time. #TheClash #SpanishBombs

They sang the red flag. They wore the black one. But after they died it was Mockingbird Hill. #TheClash #SpanishBombs

Back home the buses went up in flashes. The Irish tomb was drenched in blood. #TheClash #SpanishBombs

Spanish songs in Andalucia. The shooting sites in the days of '39. #TheClash #SpanishBombs