Booted Cocks "Time for Union"

Booted Cocks "Time for Union", LP (2008) Bootstomp Records.

KEEP THE FAITH

(Sin letras en el libreto)

START

Now is the time to do

Think what to do and take a stpe

Even if there is contradiction

Even if you'd regret later

Your awn way is only one

Look at now

The power to live now will be bigger later

And the power will convey to friends

Go forward without hesitation

Start to move with the mind

Don't be pushed you to think

Start to move with the mind

SING MY SONG

My unlimited desires are marching

Where is the foot gonne go?

When I come up against the great force

Where is the voice gonna go?

I just wanna sing my song

My song, breaks the worsts

Even if I realized thet I burnt myself out

THOSE DAYS

It was the first challenge

I ws always nervous

I couldn0t see the light

But it wasn't right

I didn't try to look at it

Let's go forward step by step

The littel light in the dark is getting bigger

Not one of those days...

Not searching a chance you can get

I will surely soak up the full light in

all of my body

THE ANSWER

Listen to the voice in the bottom of your heart

Nobody has decided your destination

When you look back at the way you've passed

Even if it's unwilling it's your choice

When you waver, lose something

There is nowhere to depend on

It's hard to convey putting it into words

The answer exists in yourself

I don't need the reason of anger

Revers of sadness

If it's excuse of superficial emotion

Ask yourself for preparing to go forward

Things that you can't attain by yourself

The mates are going to the same direction

Go forward holding a wish in each mind

ith the same answer by different words

You know the way you should go

The answer exists in yourself

RING THE SOUND

In the time has been passing

Someday's feelings come back suddenly

Running without my will

Rising up with the sound

The feeling coming up vividly turns carm

It also hurts me I realize that

I become strong then

Remember it someday

Whatever will happen then

Resound strongly

Face to myself becomung strong

Live with the sound

Be stronger with the sound

Be the sound to last in mind forever

Convey the sound

Ring to the mind

STEP ALONG

You standing in the daily force like crushing you

Are you pushed out? When are you going?

If you don't break anything there's no place

Left for your next step

If you don't crawl out of your own chaos

You can't go back even if you look back at the past

There was your aim but it can be your power too

Look at the future. What you bring there. Where you will go

Another daybreaks in a while without the time o thinking

Wich is waiting dazzilling shine or black clouds

The time never stop and passes without care

If you don't break anything. There's no place

Left for your next step

If you don't break the door of difficulty

Which appears in immediate on sudden

Tomorrow will come. Even if you are lying down

Tomorrow will come. Is it mere next day?

Tomorrow will come. It's up to you

Another daybreaks. Let's step along.

DELIGHTFUL MORNING

Cherries bloom proudly on the ground dyed red

The west sky is about to finish today

In the brand-new morning. Is there joy or grief?

I don't need money. It' just disguise

It's sorrowful to keep up appearances

What I want is delightful morning

It's an expedient dream to break up the deep sky

Which make me cry

Good-bye to the past time. Good bye to you

LOUD VOICE OF BOOTBOYS

It's neither a heaven not a hell here

Frightening that I'll die on the next turn

But friends' smiles calm mylife down

Don't cry man! You can hear the voice

Loud voice of Boot boys!

Eternal power surely exists

Feelings go ahead, don't go behind

Even the life fade away

Be proud of the undying

Boot boy's ambitions

TIME OF UNION

We give all power that we've saved ever

We make new creations

With the further new power

When each power conspire. It will multiply

We don't let them disturb us

It doesn't matter whatever they say

The will of four is only one

We create a new sensation from west

Listen to our shout

There is nothing to fear

We just rock out all four together

Now is the time to unite

I'm tired of repeating the same thing...

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Adolf And The Piss Artists ( APA ) - This Is Your Law

Adolf And The Piss Artists ( APA ) -This Is Your Law. Ep 1998, 45 Revolutions Records.





THIS IS YOUR LAW

This is your law, and it´s fueled by hate
Unequal justice at the hands of the state

You said we cold trust in you, but this is all your fault
We never could trust in you, because this is your law

Some kids in a brawl, you´re always around
You´re ready to beat some punks to the ground
But where are you when a woman screams rape
An innocent victim, you´re always too late

There is no justice at the ends of their guns
There is no justice at the hands of scum
There is no justice on our city streets
There is no justice foryou and me

SKUNX

Too many voices saying nothing
Loudmouth blueprints fro getting no where
They´ll leave you standing at the zero hour
A sacrifice to protect their power

Stand together shaved hair or spiked
Don´t seperate into different tribes
No needs for gangs, we don´t have to fight
Because even if you win, it doesn´t make you right

Rich kids anarchists quoting scripture
From close-minded fanzines that blur the picture
You censor those who dare resist
As only your views should exist

Bootboy thugs without a clue
You start a fight, that means nothing to you
Claim a crew to show your might
But whem you´re alone are you safe inside


FALSE IDOLS

Don´t believe the things that they say
Their vicious schemes to put us away
Don´t believe the things that you read
It´s propaganda just to hide their greed

Your false idols, we´ll burn them down
Smash your statues to the ground
We hate your leaders, your kings and queens
Your false idols don´t mean a thing to me

Keep your flags and crosses, they´re meaningless to me
´Cause I don´t need a government to tell me how to be
Keep your flags and crosses, they´re meaningless to me
I don´t need your fucking religions to tell me who to be


WE DON´T POSE

Don´t want to be a rock star
With my face on your magazine
Or some postcard punk for the techno age
Just an image on the screen
We ain´t prepackaged for mass appeal
So stardom is out of reach
It´s just stricly roots for urban revs
It´s the sound of the streets

We don´t pose
We don´t wear your trendy clothes
Don´t give a damn about who you know
`Cause we don´t fucking pose

Those rich kids in the suburbs
Dressed in their braces and boots
They´ve never had no dirt on their hands
And they come to the shows in suits
They´re downtown on the weekend
With theis pockets full os cash
They always try to hang with us
But they end up getting smashed

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Adolf And The Piss Artists ( A.P.A ) - Heroes?

Adolf And The Piss Artists ( APA ) - Heroes?. Ep 1997, 45 Revolutions Records.






HEROES

Where the hell are the heroes
Where the hell are the heroes
Where the hell are the heroes, in a foxhole full of mud
Where the hell are the heroes, choking on the smell of blood
Where the hell are the heroes, when you´ve lost your legs
Where the hell are the heroes, in a field piled up with dead

Chorus

Heroes are generals smiling on TV
Smiling bloody generals, not folder like you or me
Heroes are generals smiling on TV
Smiling bloody generals don´t give a fuck about you or me

Where the hell are the heroes, when the bombs explode
Where the hell are the heroes, laying dead in the road
Where the hell are the heroes, in the dark of night
Where the hell are the heroes, yeah when you´re scarred for life

Chorus

Where the hell are the heroes, when you´re caught in barbed wire
Where the hell are the heroes, when your skin´s on fire
Where the hell are the heroes, staring in the face of death
Where the hell are the heroes, when you´ve breathed your last breath

Chorus

DEATH OF HONOR

What´s it like to be a liar?
What´s it like to hide your eyes?
What´s it like to betray yout brother?
What´s it like to have no pride?

Chorus

It´s the death of honor, it´s the death of trust
Can´t you see, it´s the death of us

What´s it like to be a beggan?
What´s it like to be a thief?
What´s it like to stand for nothing?
What´s it like to sell your beliefs?

Chorus

What´s it like to be a coward?
What´s it like to run and hide?
What´s it like to be a traitor?
What´s it like to have no pride?

Chorus

TERMINATORS

Who do you think you work for, your family or the banks?
The ones who take forty years with nothing but a thanks
The ones who owned your parents are the ones who´ll own your kids
The ones who offer right to work, but no right to live
You can see them in their windows thet overlook the floor
Laughing on the telephone while we perform their chores
We never see their faces, but their names are on our checks
Theis parasitic purse strings are a noose around out necks

Chorus

They´re terminators - - they can take your life from you
The terminators - - they can put an end to you

We ask about their families, we laugh at their stupid jokes
It´s better to be on their good side to borrow when you´re brooke
They´re the ones who sign out paychecks, the ones who own our homes
The ones that we go begging to when looking for a loan
They feed upon our miseries, and loss a couple of crumbs
And praise their own benevolence for helping out the scum
If you dare to raise your voice they´ll shove you off the lot
And send you slumping home to out cities full of rot

Chorus

They flash a smily smile while promising a change
They´re just rich laxy vampires sucking blood from out veins
And they make all the profit from our work and from our sweal
And we accept their wages because that´s all we´ll ever get
W´re buried our fathers with the pennies they´ve saved
Is this our future, from out cradles to our graves?
They never give us a chance, and I guess they never will
50 years later, will terminators own us still?

Chorus

FOR ADOLFS ONLY (Sin Letra En Libreto )

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Split Post Mortem/Von Dänikens "Camino de Perdición"

Split Post Mortem/Von Dänikens "Camino de Perdición", EP (2009), Galiza em Punk/ Joe Pecsi Records. 

VON DÄNIKENS

WARRIORS

Sesenta mil macarras de las bandas más odiadas

Han acordado conquistar, unidos, la gran manzana

Enfundados con orgullo en sus trajes de batalla

Sólo veinte mil maderos no podrán contra su rabia

Pero el mierdoso de Luther, de los Rogues, lo ha estropeado

Le ha pegado un tiro a Cyrus y a los Warriors ha culpado.

Ellos no se rinden – Warriors

Luchan por sus vidas – Warriors

Doblan las esquinas – Warriors

Warri – Warriors

Bates y patadas – Warriors

Navajas y emboscadas – Warriors

Destino Coney Island – Warriors

Warri – Warriors

Cierto es que sus chalecos marrones son muy horteros

Pero los punks dan más pena con sus petos de granjero

Por no hablar de sus patines y uniformes avisperos

Parece que el guionista esnifaba pegamento

Ni los Oi! Boys de los Turnbull, ni los cutres de los Orphans

Ni las bolleras de Lisies, mancharán su honor y gloria

Ellos no se rinden – Warriors

Luchan por sus vidas – Warriors

Doblan las esquinas – Warriors

Warri – Warriors

Bates y patadas – Warriors

Navajas y emboscadas – Warriors

Destino Coney Island – Warriors

Warri – Warriors

(Solo)

Ellos no se rinden – Warriors

Luchan por sus vidas – Warriors

Doblan las esquinas – Warriors

Warri – Warriors

Bates y patadas – Warriors

Navajas y emboscadas – Warriors

Destino Coney Island – Warriors

Warri – Warriors

Warriors – Warriors – Warriors

Warriooooors – Warrioooors – Warrioooors – Warriors!!!

NOMAD BOOZERS

Isolated in this scary dull shithole

We have reinvented nomadism for our own purpose

In a new urban mode

Searching the dreamt home

Looking for new horizonts

... To conquer

Armed with backpacks full of cool punk cd’s

Instead of sheep flocks or the basic necessities

Rock’n’Roll is our food

Our old beloved barrooms

Are now demolised

...So What! Coz’

We’re nomad boozers

Emigrants

In our own city

Like sewer rats

As the tuaregs or the mongols

We’re always moving away

From one dirty pub

To another one

We’re nomad boozers

Itinerants

In our own shelters

Like nocturnal bats

As the ancient irish travellers

We’re always moving away

From one filthy pub

To another one

(Solo)

We’re banned from dozens of trendy bars

For bullying hippy wankers all the time

Rejected, expelled, in their bad books

But fuck’em all, burn‘em all.

POST MORTEM

SEN RASTRO

O M-16

Sorte unha bala

Rapaces do Mosad

Controlaron os teus pasos

A tua pista foi cegando

Como dobres de chacal

¡Non van deixar nen rastro!

Un pensamento xurdiu no vento

Un cheiro a rata no teu naris

Mochila ombreiro, fuxida mestra

¡Non vas deixar ne rastro!

Os chicos do KGB

Teñem povos simulados

A simpatica veciña

Precisión na súa tirada

(Estribillo)

Patosos con CNI

Pagan rondas no bar do barrio

Co cableado da CIA

Novas escoitas na túa cociña

(Estribillo)

JACK

Esta es una noche para hacer el mal

Coge tus herramientas y disponte a matar

La luna brilla llena en lo alto del cielo

Ilumina el camino hacia el próximo muerto

Mátalos, mátalos Jack

Mátalos, nunca entenderán tu realidad

Joven de familia desestructurada

Su mamá bebía y su papá le pegaba

Odio irracional, justicia divina

Buscaba la fe en la sangre de sus víctimas

(Estribillo)

Mucho tiempo libre y videojuegos sangrientos

Hicieron de Jack una bomba de tiempo

Todos se preguntan cómo pudo hacerlo

Un chico tan sano, sincero y apuesto

Mátalos, mátalos Jack.

Mátalos, todos estamos locos

 

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[Bio] Angela Rippon's Bum

ANGELA RIPPON'S BUM

Angela Rippon’s Bum es una banda surgida en Tilbury, en el condado de Essex en el sudeste de Inglaterra.. Tilbury era una ciudad bastante conflictiva, en la que eran bastante conocidos los Trojan Tilbury Skinheads (más tarde Tilbury Young Firm), por la violencia de sus peleas, y por ser una de la agrupaciones de skinheads más grande del momento (llegaron a ser unos 200). Incluso aparecieron en la cabeceras del periódico sensacionalista The Sun, con un artículo cuyo título era “Aggro Britain”. Eran habituales los paqui-bashing, en las que llegaban a participar judíos, y también las peleas entre hooligans del Wast Ham contra los hooligans del Chelasea.

En estas circunstancias se formó en 1980 la banda Angela Rippon’s Bum. Su nombre hace alusión al trasero de una conocida periodista de la época, Angela Rippon, que debía resultar interesante para el guitarrista, lo que conllevó ciertos problemas para la banda. Mick White se ofreció a ser el manager de la banda, promocionándola con posters y grafittis. Otra estratagema que utilizó fue la de llamar al periódico The Sun, pretendiéndose admirador de la periodista y comentando que le parecía desastroso que en su pueblo hubiese una banda de pop con el nombre del trasero de la susodicha. A los pocos días, ya había un periodista en Tilbury preguntando por la banda. Se escribió un artículo que fue publicado en The Sun y en The Sunday People, y que también fue mencionado en las radios a nivel nacional. No tardando, grabaron media docena de temas en estudio, incluyendo Skinheads Run Bersker y Bank Holidays, que fueron grabados en casettes y vendidos a todos aquellos que estuvieran interesados en el pueblo.

La banda sufrió numerosos cambios en su formación, aunque tuvo un eje constante: David Stricksons, guitarra. Es difícil encontrar información sobre las formaciones de la banda, pero sabemos que uno de los bajistas fue Kevin Earland y Tony Barrer su cantante, hasta que tuvo una pelea con algunos de los skinheads de la ciduad.

Pese a que la banda fue bastante inestable, eran reclamados para tocar en multitud de conciertos, con grupos como Last Resort, Business o The Exploited. En total, dieron 20 conciertos. Algunos de ellos terminaron en peleas. En el bar Red Lion, en Graversen, en el que ya habían tocado anteriormente, les prohibieron la entrada tras un concierto que acabó en disturbios con ultraderechistas. También tocaban a menudo en un bar llamado Skunx at the Blue Coat Boy, en Islington, bar abierto en 1982 para los punks y skinheads de la zona.

A pesar de su breve trayectoria, ya que en el año 1983 se disolvieron (se volvieron a juntar brevemente a finales de los 90), fueron una banda muy conocida. Su discografía es bastante breve. Aparecieron en el 7” “Back on the Streets”, con su tema “Fight for Your Lives”. También salió a la luz un EP llamado “Nice Arse Same About The Face”, con los temas: “Got It Sussed”, “Dirty Old Man” y “Living in England”, del que sólo existen 550 copias. En el año 2000, David Strickson reeditó 24 temas de la banda, incluidos los del EP, bajo el nombre de “Deaf and Dumb But Not Blind”.


(Entrevista aparecida en el fanzine "Soit Fier" #1 publicado en 2009 desde Granada, páginas 18 y 19)

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Traquenard - We Are The Frime

Traquenard - We Are The Frime. Ep Rudeboi!



PAS DE CHANCE

Depuis l`âge de 15 ´ans
Déjâ il sort du rang
Une jeunesse á faire criser ses vieux
A se raser les cheveux
Ses parents décédés
Ses études sont plantées
L´amée, l´usine, le turbin
Mais n´aura rien.

Tatoué sur sn bras
Ses amis et sa foie
Sa seule politique
Ses potes el la musique!

Sa semaine à peine achevée
Il part pour picoler
Avec ses potes pour s´dechirer
Mais surtout pour oublier
L´alcool, la baston
Paris en toile de fond
L´amée, l´usine, le turbin
Il n´a toujours rien.

Une gueule recousue
Pour les meufs c´est foutu
Une vie a subir
En vie de tout détruire...

CONTRACTUELLE

Toujours il faut payer
Souvent verbaisés
Toujours être aux aguets
Impossible d´y échapper
De bleu vêtues dans les rues
Elles bougent leurs gros culs

Contractuelle, contractuelle, traînée!
Contractuelle, contractuelle, je te hais!

Sous les ordres de gradés
Elles ne savent qu´exécuter
Putain! putain d´métier
Qui les fait racoller
Racoller! racoller!
Racollez bande de traînées!

J´te foutrai bien mon poing dans ta sale gueule!
J´te mettrai bien a fond de ma grande cave!
Je te ferai subir les pires sévices
Marie pervenche, Marie salope!
Marie pervenche on aura notre revanche!

LES POCHES

Cette chanson c´est pour les poches
Ceux qui dans les rades s´accrochent
A un comptoir, à une serveuse
A un ricard ou une pisseuse
Prés du zinc le cul vissé

En errant comme un grand duc
Qui s´arranche sans raquer
En retournant ces fils de pute

Collés au comptoir
Patron r´mets nous à boire!
Ta kro nous fait juste pisser
Patron paie tn godet!

Dans tous les troquets t´es triquard
Où passer ton samedi soir ?
Et dimanche, skinhead...malheur!
Les cheveux poussent´a l´intérieur!

Collés au comptoir
Sur le bar comme une ventouse
Collés au comptoir
Pour surveiller les binouzes!

TOXICO

Tu traînes dans les rues
Tu n´as qu´une idée dans le crâne
Vite trouver des thunes
Pour palper ta came

Ta fin à toi, tu l´as déjà trouvé
Au fond d´une seringue usagée

Si tu grelottes ce n´est pas parce qu´il fait froid
Si tu transpires, ne t´en prends pas au soleil
T´as une seringue plantée dans le bras
Et maintenant il faut que tu paises

Bras décharnés
Tu vas engraisser un porc
Pour la petite fée
Tu ressembles à un mort

Quand sur Saint Ouen se couche le soleil
Tu mates, envieux, le sac d´une vieille
Tu traînes dans les rues

Bras ballants
J´habite la goutte d´or
Rien à foutre de ces tox´
Mais j´en connais un à Stalingrad
Que la vue du shoot rend féroce
On ne vous dit pas : devenez des Saints
Car comme chantaient O.P.O nos copains

Nous notre trip on l´assume
On baise, on boit et même on fume
Mais regardes toi, merde!
Tu n´as plus de dignité

Un pauvre dealer
A fait de toi un déchet
Et quand le soir tombe sur Barbès
Pour un caillou tu vendrais tes fesses

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FatSkins "Thinkin' like a Fatskin"

FatSkins "Thinkin' like a Fatskin" CD 2005 Step One. 

FATSKIN HOOLIGAN
 
I'm a Fatskin Hooligan...Breakin' your law
I'm a Fatskin Hooligan...Trashin' your bars
I'm a Fatskin Hooligan...Won't play by your rules
I'm a Fatskin Hooligan...Fuck all of you fools

I'm a Fatskin Hooligan...Ugly as sin
I'm a Fatskin Hooligan...Gonna win
I'm a Fatskin Hooligan...Multiple scars
I'm a Fatskin Hooligan...Fightin' street wars

Hooligan, Hooligan, Hooligan, Hooligan
Oohh yeah (x4)

I'm a Fatskin Hooligan...Fuck all of you cops
I'm a Fatskin Hooligan...Gimmie my props
I'm a Fatskin Hooligan...Won't ever run
I'm a Fatskin Hooligan...Stick to my guns

Chorus

I'm a Fatskin Hooligan...Red, white, and blue
I'm a Fatskin Hooligan...Skinhead that's true
I'm a Fatskin Hooligan...Straight from your street
I'm a Fatskin Hooligan...We're truly elite

Chorus

THAT'S MY LIFE

Been workimg all week
Tryin' to get free
Waitin' for the weekend
To end my misery

Working like a dog the daily grind
Try to get ahead but I fall behind
Same ol' shit everyday
And no I won't get away
Spend my life bustin' ass
That's my life in the working class

Working all week trying to get free
Rent and bills are gonna ruin me
My boss, he's acting like a fuckin' jerk
That's my life just work, work, work


9 YEARS ON 
 Greasy hair with a deck in hand
A cloud up across the land
Nowhere to go there's no one to be
Not accepted by society
Tired of feelin' the same ol' shit
No sense of pride from within
Then we knew as soon as we saw
A rebirth, something to live for

Repeat verse 1

Want these moments to last forever
Great expectations, we're in this together
We've got dreams and we're gonna go far
Two young mates we're inseperable
Nine, we're nine, nine years on...we're nine years on
Nine, we're nine, nine years on...we're nine years on

Been taught all we needed to know
Levi's, boots, bovver and Oi!
Nothing before to call our own
We're skinheads, we never walk alone
You and me with a smile on our face
As we rampage across this place
Lookin' to sooth our hungry needs
Sex, booze and music, our nightly feast

Want these times to last forever
Great expectations we're in this together
We've got dreams and we're gonna go far
Two drunk mates we're inseperable
Nine, we're nine, nine years on...we're nine years on
Nine, we're nine, nine years on...we're nine years on

Hurts to talk about what happened next
It brings tears to my eyes, we were the best
We both made mistakes, we both turned our heads
Gotta do our damndest, we can't let this happen again

Chorus

GOOD TO GO

Goin' out with the boys
We're gonna drink and make some noise
Hit one bar and had a round
We gotta case and drank it down
Then we met up with Coggie and Skip
Went and watched the girlies strip
Rolled some hippies and we took their cash
Give another elbow bash

Cause we're always ready and we're good to go
G-O-O-D-T-O-G-O Good to go
Levi's, braces, Doc Martens, we're good to go
G-O-O-D-T-O-G-O Good to go

One a.m. we close the bar
Pissed all over that yuppies car
Kicked in the lights of a hippies' van
Got so drunk we couldn't stand
Threw some bottles at passing cars
Made some jocks see spinning stars
Had a laugh, we packed it in
And the next night we did it again

SMASH 'EM
 
Havin' a laugh, we're a havin' a say
We are the Fatskins this is why we play
You racist fuckers and you nazi scum
Only intent is to try to drop us down

We like to go out and have some fun
When those nazi's see us they'll take off and run
Sex and booze that's what we live for
But if you're talkin' shit we'll kick down your door

Smash them up, smash the right
You ignorant nazi bastards you'll see our might
Fuck your pawns and your ignorant bosses
In their swastika sheets and burning crosses
Smash them up, smash the right
And we'll see who'll preside tonight

What's happened to skinhead scene
When bootboys ran united all tough and mean
This is America the land of the free
You racist fuckers you're just a disease

How can you stand there in stars and stripes
Insulting our country with your bullshit plights
There will never be a revolution
America will always stand free and proud


OLD GLORY

My father's a veteran and his father before
Fought overseas to protect our shores
Saw his friends die and shed their blood
For two hundred yards of debris and mud

Old Glory will survive through wind and rain
Through terrorist action and national pain
No politician can drag her down
Stars and stripes can't touch the ground

Revolution to the Gulf war
We stand for freedom never ask for more
Always fight for life and liberty
Carrry on our flag Old Glory

Repeat verse 2

Never been beat, we've never been topped
America will never be stopped
Land of the free and home of the brave
Thanks Old Glory. we'll never be slaves

AMERICAN SKINS

We've got the boots and we've got braces
American angels with dirty faces
We know our roots and all the rest
American skins we are the best
Red, white and blue, black, white and brown
Skinhead, skinhead, running your town
The stars and stripes not the union jack
We all stick together when we're under attack

American skins...proud and strong
American skins...Can do no wrong
American skins...Born in liberty
American skins...Fighting to be free



TRUST

Media does it time and time again
They say that freedom is your biggest sin
Got no morals and they got no respect
While they kiss the ass of the politically correct

Invasion of privacy, deceitful lies
Masters of deception, they're tabloid spies
Money, money, money, that's their number one
With no regards to the damage they've done

You cant trust the cops and you cant trust the press
Government they take more and give you less
Breathing down our necks and they don't understand
I'm asking the question, who can we trust?

Cops they'll bust you with a drop of a hat
Can't live your lives with pressure like that
Tow the line or you get what you deserve
A beating from the blue boys who protect and serve

Chorus

Government they rob you and they tax you to death
Keep on taxin' til your dying breath
They're all big smiles when they're on t.v.
Stuffing their pockets with our money


SKINHEADS AND PUNKS

It all started in a shithole town
There was nothing to do just fuck around
Never a clue in what it was for
Destruction and violence it was never a bore
Skinheads and punks that were tight as fuck
The Vista boys were always ready to ruck
Destiny told us to take a new scene
Cause we were the tuff, the bold and the mean

Skinheads and punks
Ready to ruck
Skinheads and punks
Skinsheads and punks we're ready to ruck (x2)

So what the fuck?
Are you ready to ruck?
What the fuck?
We're skins and punks

Fuck with one and you're fucked by us all
Skinheads and punks that always stood tall
Fuck up a show it was all in good fun
Skinheads and punks that would never run
Remembering back to bottles and bricks
Throwing them all at some knife-crazed prick
A brick to his head and a beer to the chest
One crack of the bat the mother fucker was dead


NEVER LOOK BACK

I wonder where I'm going and no I'll never look back
An angry mother-fucker always breaking my back
Keepin' my chin up and I'm standing tall
Never gonna give up when my backs to the wall

Keepin' my chin up and I'm standing tall
Never gonna give up when my backs to the wall (x2)

Can't see my future or remember my past
Don't know my future but it's fading fast (x2)

Things are lookin' up from my years before
Sittin' in the slammer asking what for
Now I'm the man and I'm thinking straight
Life is so nice cause I control my fate

Now I'm the man and I'm thinking straight
Life is so nice cause I control my fate
Keepin' my chin up and I'm standing tall
Never gonna give up when my backs to the wall

Chorus

Verse 3

As I look back it's so plain to see
Skinhead, skinhead, it's the life for me

Now I'm the man who's thinkin' straight
Life is so nice I control my fate
Keepin' my chin up and I'm standing tall
Never gonna give up when my backs to the wall






THIKIN' LIKE A FATSKIN

There's so many hours in a day
That we can't think straight it's our only way
Don't fit in to your passive crowd
Viva los Fatskins we shout so proud

Bridge

Open your eyes why can't you see
That the ugly is the life for me
Never need nothing but booze and food
Thinkin like a Fatskin you should to
You disaprove of our violent ways
Never hear a word that we fucking say
Try to knock us down but we're coming up
Phoenix City Fatskins we'll never stop

Thinkin' like a Fatskin OI! OI! OI!
Thinkin' like a Fatskin American OI!
Thinkin' like a Fatskin OI! OI! OI!
Thinkin' like a Fatskin Fatskin OI!

Your women ain't safe when they cross our path
We smile and pimp just do the math
Next thing you know she's home with me
Fatskins are laughing as she's sucking me

Bridge

Thinkin and drinkin (x4)
Thinkin and drinkin like a Fatskin

Chorus X2

Thinkin' and drinkin' (x4)

Open your eyes why can't you see
The ugly is the life for me
Never need nothing but booze and food
Thinkin' like a Fatskin you should too!

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The Templars & Devilskins - Split Ep

The Templars & Devilskins - Split Ep, 2001. Oi! Strike Records




LAST TIME

Well i told you once and i told you twice
But you never listen to my advice
You don´t try very hard to please me
For what you know it should be easy

Chorus

Well this could be the last time
This could be the last time
May be the last time i don´t know
oh no

Well i´m sorry girl but can´t stay
Feeling like i do today
There´s too much and too much sorrow
Guess i feel th same tomorrow

Chorus

Well i told you once and i told you twice
Some will have to pay the price
Here´s a chance to change your mind
Cause i´ll be gone a long, long time

Chorus

SIMONE DA LOCARNO

Intorno al 1200 con un colpo di mano
Durante una battlaglia como contro milano
Simone da locarno viene catturato
E in una gabbia viene impreigionato

Rit: Son passati secoli
Ne sono sempre fiero
Simone da locarno
Il grande condottiero

Riesce a scappare lo prendono di nuovo
E suo figlio cessa di viver poco dopo
Passan tredici anni e naprono la gabbia
E vecchio, e stanco, ma ha in corpo troppa rabbia

Rit: Son passati...

Simone col suo esercito sconfigge napo a desio
Ed attua la vendetta che da tempo sognava
Lo chiude in una gabbia appesa al baradello
E in meno di due anni napo vi crepava

LA TUA RIVOLTA

Come un bravo soldatino sei stato addestrato
Nebbia fitta nel cervella sembri lobotomizzato
Smazzi volantini per le vie della citta
Nessuno sputto in faccia mai ti termera

Sei un demente! definciente!

Rit: La tua rivolta non potra mal iniziare
Sei schiavo di un partito ti sei fatto fregare
Cane fedele che segue il suo padrone
Ti stanno solo usando, povero coglione

L´attiudine nessuno l´na mai comperata
Non c´e ombra di cultura nella tua testa pelata
Parli a suon si slogans che conosci a menadito
E aspetti la rivolta pagata dal partito

Si un demente! deficiente!

Rit: La tua rivolta...

Ti senti il migliore, ti senti un ribelle
Con quello stemmino tatuato sulla pelle
Ti senti il migliore, ti senti un ribelle
Sei solo un buffone in anfibi e bretelle

Sei un demente! deficiente!

Rit: La tua rivolta...

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Unit Lost "Mainstream Misfits"

 Unit Lost "Mainstream Misfits", CD/LP 2004 Blind Beggar Records.

AMERICAN LIVES

Threethousand people died today
I go to work tomorrow
Two airplanes in the centre of World Trade
The worst since Pearl Harbour
Who's thinking about Bosnia and Vietnam now ... ?

(Estribillo)

Are American lives (2x) ... more worth than yours and mine?
Are American lives worth more

To give the victims respect and honour
They are entitled, there's nothing to say
But I can't help that I still wonder
Who's thinking about Bosnia and Vietnam now ... ?

(Estribillo)

YOU’RE GONE

What the hell is going on?
They seem to be everywhere
Able to rape their own flesh and blood
Mentally disturbed they just don't care

You never listened when I screamed
You took it all from me
You never listened when I screamed
But soon ...


(Estribillo)

You are gone!
My father did it to me
And so I will to you
That's how it works in our family
That's how we are getting through

You never listened when I screamed
You took it all from me
You never listened when I screamed
But soon ...

(Estribillo)

Politicians stand blindfolded
But now it's time to act
Drag them out on the streets
And release pitbulls to attack

You never listened when I screamed
You took it all from me
You never listened when I screamed
But soon ...

ONLY THE TRUTH

You think it works well
Because you don't know how it can be
You think it's nice in prison
You've forgotten what it's like to be free

The different say it to me
This is a fucked up society

You think it sounds great
Cause you have heard worse
It's really great to be the loser
You have never been the first

The different say it to me
This is a fucked up society

(Estribillo:)
 
Oh yeah, it's a confident smile
Oh yeah, but you don't know what's behind
Some want to see the ocean
But only get a gleam of a wave
Some afford to despute religion
Others have to believe and therefore pray

The different say it to me
This is a fucked up society

(Estribillo)

Starve they who are already starving
Feeding the already fed
The world is a refuge for demoralization and greed
Push down the inferiors, encourage the best
World is a refuge of insanity and unfeeling

WE’RE ALL OVER

My heart is crushed, the coach is unemployed
Cars, pubs and the train is destroyed
Our song fucking breaks the walls
But they run loose and the other scores
That anger comes, comes as a blow
It takes me where ever it will go
From the feet, straight to the brain
Through the heart, around in my veins

(Estribillo:)
In rain through pain - We're all over

You were fucking, fucking all alone
But suddenly the ball turns to a stone
We are nothing now, not even the best in town
Tomorrow's headlines gonna tell you that somehow we won

(Estribillo)

Crazy fans - Hooligans! (4x)

STREETS ARE BURNING

They underrated us
And for that they must bleed
They turned their backs on us
Played deaf when we screamed
Where do you go now?
Standing in shit to your knees
Where do you go now?
When it's no more sir, no more please

(Estribillo:)

Streets are burning - Burning!
No-one can put out this fire
Streets are burning - Burning! ... Feel
Streets are burning - Burning!
No-one can put out this fire
Streets are burning - Burning! ... Feel
They underrated us
 
And for that they must bleed
They turned their backs on us
Played deaf when we screamed
Where do you go now?
Standing in shit to you knees
Where do you go now?
When it's no more sir, no more please

(Estribillo)

... Bleed ... Feel

Where do you go now?
Standing in shit to you knees
Where do you go now?
When it's no more sir, no more please

YOU’LL NEVER WALK ALONE

Some people say that you are all I have
I say that you are all I need
You have always been loyal and true
Sometimes you break my heart,
But that ... that's alright
Because I know it was never your intention to

(Estribillo: )
 
Life can make you bitter
Life can make you sad
Life can make you shiver
But you'll never walk alone!

You've been there since I was a kid
Making me strong, proud and brave
We're always meant to be
If someone dishonoured your name
I defended you on the schoolyard
Now I'm doing it on the streets

(Estribillo)

Some people say that you are all I have
I say that you are all I need
You have always been loyal and true
Sometimes you break my heart,
But that ... that's alright
Because I know it was never your intention to

(Estribillo)

... But you'll never walk alone!

CHARTER IN HELL

Society asking me questions everyday
How I afford my life, how I afford to pay
It's not an easy walk, it's a charter in hell
I'm innocent guilty, I'm doomed to fail

(Estribillo: )
 
It's not an easy walk, it's a charter in hell
I'm innocent guilty, I'm doomed to fail (4x)

The state estimates the value of me and you
Lost in this hysteria, don't have a clue
Tracking down always one step behind
Hunt down, they take whatever they may find

(Estribillo)

I should have a piece of this fucked up society
But all I got is ignorance and misery
Ejected, we don't fulfill the norm
Those weak morals they have formed

Charter in hell ... (4x)

I'm innocent guilty, I'm doomed to fail - Charter in hell (4x)



MEN OF THE WORLD

The men of the world, they're fighting and lying to fulfill their dreams
The weak ones get hurt, but that's what it takes to get the success they need
Future never learns that history is the vision and sight of tomorrow
Like all books were burned, so we once again can put the world in disorder
... So we once again can put the world into chaos and disorder

(Estribillo: )
 
The men of the world (2x) - They're just like you and me
The men of the world (2x) -  They're just like they used to be

They're staring at the sky, tears are falling and they reach out their hands
It's the old question why that some seem blessed, when some are condemned
But I would take my eyes down, cause I heard the good guy is up there
So the horror just shown must been made by us or the one downstairs
 
... Must been made by ourselves or the one downstairs


(Estribillo)

... Like you and me
... Used to be

SAME SHIT

I'm sorry girl, but I just don't have it, have it in me
Sometimes I really miss you, but I want to be free


(Estribillo: )
 
Same shit every night and day - It just ain't my way

I respect family values and all those people out there
But thinking of me in the same position just makes me scared
No matter how old I am, I'm just a restless kid
Looking for new adventures, fighting, getting pissed

(Estribillo)

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Conemrad -1987

Conemrad -1987. Ep 2008, 4 Temas Extraidos De La Maketa " Soldados Del Asfalto" En 1987. Los 80 Pasan Factura.

MERCENARIO (1987)

Las sirenas oyes sonar

Agazapado en tu colina

Las bombas estallan a tu alrededor

Tu mente explota

Un dia mas tendras que aguantar

Sin dormir, comer, sin descansar

Mas tu hora debe al fin llegar

Y tus enemigos tendran que pagar

No lo dudes! y no lo dudes jamas

Mientras la muerte cerca esta

Esta es tu oportunidad, no la dejes escapar

Tus jefes nunca sabran

El infierno que has pasado

De ti siempre se aprovecharan

Para conseguir sus medallas

Para ti el dinero es el unico dios;

La humedad, la polvora, el unico olor

Todo consiste en sobrevivir

Para poder librar una batalla mas!

No lo dudes! y no lo dudes jamas

Mientras la muerte cerca esta

Esta es tu oportunidad, no la dejes escapar

Mercenario, ya sabes tu

No debes pensar en tu futuro!

Tu vida en juego siempre esta

Debes seguir luchando ya

Un lugar distinto conoceras

En la oscuridad la muerte esta

Y lucharas para sobrevivir

Hasta que llegue tu hora final

No lo dudes! no lo dudes jamas...

HISTORIA DE PADDY (1986)

Paddy era un parado mas

De los que tanto habian en Falls Road

Siempre supo que nada perderia

Que un dia le tocaria a el;si al el

No tendria que esperar mucho tiempo mas(bis)

Y vio caer bajo el fuego ingles

Y de los jodidos claks

A aquellos con quienes su vida paso

Siempre llendo de bar en bar, pobre Paddy

Hasta que llego el dia señalado

El momento que tanto espero

El remedio de poderse vengar de lo que le hizo sufrir

No lo tuvo que penar, y el al IRA se unio

...Y el al IRA se unio....

.

Ya era hora de pasar, del cocktel molotov al armalite

Quedaron atras los tiempos de aguantar

Por cada humillacion que haya

Un tanque que dinamitar!

Sabes bien que aun hay que luchar

Pero poco importa ya...

.

Al fin tuviste que decidir morirte de asco o malvivir

Pero hay otro camino que puedes seguir

El que cada irlandes sabe tan bien:

No tener mas remedio que ser

Un activista del IRA,

....Y el al IRA se unio....

.

Hoy la vida vuelve a comenzar

Sigue la frustracion, pero mejorara!

Ya conoces por fin cual es tu papel

Nunca te callaras, ni lo soportaras!

Ahora en el IRA estas, y ya sabes como hay que luchar

.

Mas llego el dia en que nadie queria pensar

Paddy, ya sabes, debe continuar,

mas no debes llorar!

Para un pais libre conseguir la lucha debe seguir

.....y el al IRA se unio!!!

.

HORA PUNTA (1986)

.

Llegas al metro como todos los dias

Despues de doce horas de aguantar al patron

Semana tras semana partiendote la espalda

Currando, sudando!! para que??

El anden como siempre, lleno de borregos

Codazos empujones, todo es tension

Debe conseguir subirte a ese, es tu ultima solucion!

.

El edor el sudor lo llena todo

Stress, hipertension, son parte de ti

No puedes, no debes! pensar en parar

Tu corazon falla, comienzas a morir

.

De blanca a morada, tu piel va cambiando

Suplicas ayuda, solo logras gemir

Te miran, se rien, te aplastan contra el suelo

Ahora lo sabes, te exprimieron hasta el fin

.

Solo fuiste un simple tornillo, de su maquinaria estatal

Ahora ya no sirves para nada

En la basura, al fin descansaras

Fuiste uno mas de esos borregos

Solo pensabas en trabajar

Debias mantener a una familia

Y ahora quien de ti se ocupara

.

ES HORA PUNTA, OTRO DIA COMIENZA IGUAL!

.

SUICIDIO(1987)

.

Un segundo nada mas, y tu vida va a terminar

Vas pasando revista a tu vida

Recordando momentos que dejaste atras

Mas ahora que es lo que te queda, tan solo, la soledad

Que facil hubiera sido recibir un poco de amistad

Pero ahora ya es demasiado tarde

Ellos tienen la culpa ... y que mas da!

.

Tan solo tienes 16, y nada tiene sentido ya

La cola en el paro es una batalla

Que sabes jamas vas a ganar

Era tu ultima oportunidad, la unica solucion

De empezar a luchar

Mas ni siquiera eso te dieron

Solo seras una victima mas

.

Tu padre es un derrotado

Que ahoga sus penas en un bar

Y cuando venia borracho, solo la sangre lo podia calmar

Tu madre era solo una sufrida

Recordando acaso un tiempo atras

Repitiendo siempre la misma frase

Quizas en a muerte este su felicidad

No tenias ningun amigo, pasabas las horas en un desvan

Huias siempre de la realidad

Pensando que....ahora

Solo Eres Un Cobarde!! Solo Eres Un Cobarde!!

.

Ya es demasiado tarde

Y no supiste tener valor para una derrota aceptar

Y es tarde, no pienses jamas en echarte atras,

Y en ganar solo debes pensar

Eres tan solo un perdedor

Tu ultima batalla te niegas a ganar

Podrias vencer a la muerte, salir de tu mundo,

A pelear! podras ayudar a mucha gente

Que igual que tu en est momento esta

Unirse todos, pelear y juntos conseguir La Libertad

.

No tenias ningun amigo...

Debes siempre tener valor, para una derrota aceptar

Y no es tarde, te queda aun una oportunidad

La vida un lecho de rosas jamas sera, nunca sera

Tendras que clavarte muchas espinas

Para el sol a la cara mirar!

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The Rejects - 2º Demo

The Rejects - 2º Demo, Lp 2004, Apalanqued Records




NOT ALONE

We´ve traveled long and far
And at dusk the moonlight gleams
Can someone take us home?

Our soul is at it´s end
It´s a choice between life & death
Can someone give us hope?

We won´t be fighting nobodys
Damm stupid wars and hypocrasy
And when all strength is gone
And all have lost hope...

Someone ake us home

All alone in this dirty world
I feel so unsure
But it don´t make no difference
Cause I´m counting on you.

SITUATIONS

I´ve been looking for somebody to kill to
Get a better feeling goin´up inside my head
Killed the man that I always was looking for,
& I´d still feel better to dead.

Just triying to find a way to help you,
But I´ve got no help for myself
All along it´s been the longest time since I´ve seen hope shine on my life
That´s what the situaions done.

Now I find myself, all alone
Askin´people for their help
I´´ll walk alone this streight line,
& think about all the loss & wasted time
I´ve nothing good on my mind,girl,
But I´ll walk that line.
There´s no time to loose,
Prepared for all situations
No path t choose,
Just a grave digged out by you...

CLASSWAR

Givin´us the same wages,
While the prices are goin´up
& about all of the poor workers,
For which no one gives a fuck.
& then you ask yourself that same old question,
Of why we fight & drink so much
Coz we´re the ones outhere reaking our backs everyday,
Just so that you can scratch your nuts!!!

War between the classes
A war for centuries lost
War between the classes
A war that will never be won
Oi!

Spending 8 daily hours
Working hard against that clock
& by th time you get out your shitty job
Your body is all fucked up
& we spend our wale life
Fightin´, yeah. Triying to reach the top
But the only top that is guaranteed
Is the one I´m pissing on!

SATURDAY NIGHT

Sick and tired of this kind of life
I wanna break the rules that keeps us tight
So you etter start to fight
Ooh!

I had to learn for myself
And I always walked on the hardest way
But I don´t care anyway
Ooh!

Saturday night
Things are gonna be allright
Saturday night
Together side by side
Saturday night
Let´s start up to fight

I´d choose my own way of life
I´veto carry the consequences ´tillthe day I´ll die
But I never look back again
Ooh!

We just wanna have some fun
When you see us comming you should better run
So let´s make it allright tonight
Ooh!

Saturday night
Things are gonna be allright
Saturday night
Together side by side
Saturday night
Let´s start up to fight

FEELINS UNSHOWN

Can´t remember the first time that I gumbled and I won
And I try yeah every fucking day to figure out where I come from
And it´s those same od dissapointments that freak me out and they make you run
And then your drunk again, yeah all by yourself with progression that is none

First time might make you forget yourway home
& get you where all started & you, started off alone
& than the next time you might even think the unknown
I´ll have the present & the past in feelings that are never shown

Now I´m standing here in paradise & there´s nothing that seems right
I came a long, long way to make it here & I´m wishing I´d never died
& maybe you could be that specal one to give all the reasons why
But I don´t think there´s not one chance on it, I know you´re not that kinda´guy

First time might make you forget yourway home
& get you where all started & you, started off alone
& than the next time you might even think the unknown
I´ll have the present & the past in feelings that are never shown

Do you ever wonder of that life is all about?
Or do just sit & ponder on that wear on this night on?

Do you wonder at all?
Or is all you life dominated by the superficial?
Do you wonder at all?
Or are the ones that are with you, make your decisions?

Do you wonder?
I wouldn´t die for you
Do you wonder?
The day you´ll ever go wonder
Do you wonder?
Oh yes, about the truth?
Do you wonder?
Yeah, do you wonder at all?

JUST ANOTHER PUNK-ROCK SONG

When things go wrong I like to sing this song
It makes me feel that I´m not alone
Is just this punk-rock song? Or maybe I´m going drunk?
It makes me feel that I´m not alone

TO LIVE / TO PRETEND?

Long gone memories turn blue skies into grey
& all life once meant falls quickly down the drain´

Runnin´out to the middle of nowhere, far away from identity
Try to make everything around me like a sub.reality

Try to live a better life
Try to make the world look nice

Slowly loosing all control, but not them
You´re not alone my friend
No time for enemies
Proudly running our own mission
With your music and your friends again
Have a good time
Yeah! ´till the day I die
Gonna rock on ´till the middle of the night

Try to livea better life
Try to make the world look nice

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Oi! A View from the Dead-End of the Street

"Oi! A View from the Dead-End Of the Street", by Garry Johnson, (1981) Babylon Books.

OI! THE INTRODUCTION

This is th story of Oi! – the movement; perhaps the most hated, abused and misunderstood youth movement of our time. After the disaster of Southall the musical and political establishment who had always ignored Oi! Are now trying to bury it. Every gig is banned and as we write, the 4 Skins single looks like having to come out on mail order. Whether this is the end or the beginning only time will tell.

When it comes to it Oi!was/is just too real for them. It scares them because they can’t take it over and make it Sunday supplement throw-away garbage. Punk was supposed to be street music but it was full of ponces, plastic, pseuds and pretenders, commercialised by the industry and exploited and betrayed by the ‘pioneers’. In contrast, Oi! Was always working class thru and thru.

Oi! Arose out of punk and out of skinhead. It was a movement of punks, skins, tearaways and rebels, kids who didn’t conform. Flee Street try and paint it as “just skinhead” and of course in their eyes “all skins are nazis”. In truth most skin hate all politicians with an equal cynical vengence. Everyone on the skin scene knows that compared to Sham days nazi activity at Oi! Gigs was non-existent.

Certainly neither Babylon Books nor I want anything to do with fascism. Neither d the bands or the vast mjority of the fans. In theory Labour would be our party, except Labour ain’t working class anymore. In practice they let us down worst cos they promise us most.

We talk about Southall later on, but the funny thing is, after it we copped stick from all sides. The Communists called us Nazis, The black, jewish, pakistani and left-wing kids into Oi! laughed at them. And yet the Nazis called us Commmunist when in practisce a Communist regime would crush Oi!’s Spirit of rebellion and populism as much as a Nazi one would. The real problem of the movement was rival football fans, but it was a problem we were fighting nd winning.

Nah, fuck all the politics and in fighting. Oi! was/is about street kids, urban rebels, having a laugh and having a say. Like I say later, “Street level points of view, songs written in the dole queue”. And the music is/was like the kids, firts raucous and untamed. The most exciting music on offer, the most real. The first true street movement since 1969 skinhead. Long Live Oi!

The Oi! movement has been attacked by the left, right and center of public opinion, rightly, wrongly and sometimes for the sake of it, by those who are realy genuinely interested and trying to help and understand it, by those who should and do know better, and by those who should and don’t know better. Why? Well, you tell me. I reckon it’s ‘cos people are scared of it and most people are scared of something new and of what they don’t understand, or in some cases don’t want to understand. Also a lot of anger and hatred felt towards the Oi! movement based on lies and rumours that are out about by various people and organisations for their own ends, the don’t care about spoiling it for the kids, or the music or the bands, so don’t you care about them, ignore their propaganada and their politics and they’ll go away, ‘cos Oi! ain’t about politics of any party, it’s ntipolitics, it’s the beat of the streets, it’s about having a laugh despite the fact that Maggie Thatcher and the tory government re trying their hardest to stop you from enjoying life. Of course the songs are violent and angry at times (So was punk), the music is hard, fast and agressive (so was punk) Oi! is anti-establishment, it’s also for and against exactly the same things that punk was, Oi! is new punk whether they like it or not, Oi! is here to stay and to grow given the change, into what punk first time round was meant to be, working class music, played by working class bands, for working class kids, and believe me if it changes or loses its way I’ll be the first to have nothing else to do with the Oi! movement, so remember what the voice of ’76 said. Follow No Leaders.

NO LAND OF .... ... HOPE & GLORY

The land of hope and glory, that’s a pretty sick joke, eh, cos this aint no green and pleasant land, eh, not where we live, not in thatcher’s britain 1981, not in the grey and concrete jungle or the new town wastelands with nearly 3 million on the dole, there ‘s still them and us, ‘land fit for heroes’ our parents and grandparents wew promised after the last war, well where is it eh? We still a divived nation, the have and the have nots.

The “long hot summer” of 1981 eh, the tory government talk of introducing national service, and the inner city councils have been taken over by Tony Benn clones in plimsoles and anoraks, the middle class social workers from the green belt who tell us how bad things are, and how we must stick together, and then they go home to Mummy and Daddy and spent the weekend in the country, tea with the vicar, foxhunting and croquet an the lawn, you know the sort who go on TV and claim to talk for you and me, the self-appointed voice of the working class, every time there’s a demo or a race riot, they preach to me and you in their toned down posh plum voices phoney working class accent, these are the enemy, the people who run and ruin our lives, the middel class liberals with right wing tory backgrounds, and right wing tory bank accounts.

All the politicians local and the national, the middel class trendies, the S.D.P., most of them own a couple of houses and send their kids to public schools, and call themselves the working class, and me and you went and go to overcrowed schools, that are short of teachers and when we leave school we can’t get a job, and then they have the nerve to say they understand and cry their crocodile tears on TV, but they don’t care, the don’t give a damn, they ain’t skint, they don’t live in the tower blocks, the town plannerss built them. They live in suburbia, the green belt, live round here, they wouldn’t dare, yeah this is a right bleeding land of hope and glory ain’t it, and it’s always been the same, the Labour party wants your vote, the working class cast of millions but it don’t want the cast of millions to have a say or to speak for itself eh, when did you last see a politician on TV from any party who used to work on a building site, drive a bus, or lives in a council house, or has got kids of his or her own on the dole or in a deadend factory job, never I bet, eh, and remember the labour party is the voice of the working class eh, what a laugh, a right bleeding con, there aint no party that talk for us, they’re all traitors.

And oh yeah, you got the tory party they don’t even think we exist, well not in peace time eh, the only wanna know us when they want us to fight and die in their wars, you konw put a gun in his hands and promise him the earth and all that kind of stuff, well I don’t reckon we’d fll for that next time, eh, we aint as stupid as they think we are, remember Thatcher and her mob wanna bring back National Service and if you get done for nicking a car or something she wants you to get 3 months hard labour in Detention centre, yeah, we got the tories card marked, eh, nothing out of ten.

Yeah, we’re just pawns, stuck in the middle of their power games, we’re the ones who get all the blame, we live in the real world not the Sunday colour supplement world of S.D.P. and the liberal party but the real life ‘drama’ of dole queues, street violence and they speak about it as if theu’re experts on everything, things like teenage crime and race riots, well, the last few riots, Brixton, Liverpool, weren’t race riots they was black and white working class side by side, against the police, the government, and the establishment, and that’s what scares them, the powers that be, ‘cos all over the country in the big cities black and white kids are realising they got more in common with each other, than they got against each other. “White working class got more in common with Black working class, than they have with rich middle class”. And this scares rhe rich and powerful.

And they talk about crime, the jobless, the ghetto, from the comfort of a TV studio, and then after a few gin’n’tonics they’re chaffeur driven home to the safety of the suburbs. And we always hear about the poor blacks from the middle class reds, but what about the poor whites, they aint got nothing either, they try to keep a wedge between us, it’s divide’n’ conquer that’s the order from the powers thet be, but two tone music and two tone bands are doing better job for black ‘n’ white unity than the race relations board will ever do.

Also we got Oi! music on the scene, working music for working class kids, at the moment it’s at the same stage as when punk first exploded on the scene, it’s fresh angry and full of street beat energy, and new bans are forming all over the place and if it don’t get fucked up by the middle class trendies and Suburban Rebels who jumped on the punk bandwagon ond destroyed it, you know the trendy posers and bands like Tom Robinson’s and Jimmy Pursey clones, the likes of Peter Hain and middle class mummy boys, you would-be urban terrorists. Yeah, if Oi! can keep well clear of these type of people it will take off but still keep the spirit of the street ‘cos Oi! ain’t about star trips, it’s about the bands having a drink and a chat with the fans, ‘cos you know without the fans the bands are fuck all, and without the bands the fans ain’t got nothing, so they need each other all for one and one for all.

Yeah we gotta keep the spirit of the blitz, the comradship, and let no outsiders spoil it for us, we ain’t got a land of hope and glory but we’ve got this scene to get us off the street and take our minds off the dole queue reality of Thatcher’s britain, yeah, this is ours. So remember Oi! is about having a few drinks, a laugh, a dance, a good time, and with ra rock’n’roll music fast and loud, with songs that deal with street level points of view, yeah, it’s ours, don’t spoil ot, it’s a way of life, ain’t it. Oi! Oi!

SKA TO OI!

From what I’ve been told by those who were real skins the first time round, the music they danced and listened to was ska/reggae, and the best can still be found on early Tighte Up albums that were released on the Trojan label, that are still around now and still very popular with the new wave of skins, but hard to get hold of.

Favourites of the time were names like Judge Dread, Desmond Dekker, Prince Buster, Pioneers, Upsetters and Dave & Ansell Collins, who had hits like Israelites, Double Barrell, Long Shot Kick the Bucket, plus club favourites like Al Capone, Skinhead Moonstomp, Barbwire, 54-56 Was My Number, Reggae In My Jeggae. The places that played this type of music for skins in their evening attire of tonic suits, brogues and Ben Sherman wew the Mecca dance halls, Tifanys and fo the younger skins the local youth club. Nearly all the music then was played by black musicians, except for novetly songs like Johnny Reggae and Judge Dread, a big white ex- soho bouncer, then along came a band who looked and dressed like skins, they were a young band called “Slade” they were the first skinhead group, and are still going strng, under a very different image, after being teenybop stars for quite a while.

But the group that relly sparked off the skin revival were Sham 69, who picked up a large football following and were led by one Jimmy Pursey. Also high in the ranking must be the Upstarts and the Rejects, who for a while had a skinhead following as well as laying the foundations for Oi! by attracting real punks and herberts. But then skinheads were on the way out, when along come two tone bands like Madness and The Specials.

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