1. |
Tone Of The Times
03:26
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V1)There’s a growing sentiment tonight on
The Belfast streets.The people are sick
of the violence,hands up!who wants to live in peace?
But there seems to be that chosen few practiced
In the mantra of bigotry.More brainwashed fools
With the devils tools thinking murder will set them free.
Chorus
It’s the tone of the times.
It’s the sound of our streets.
There’s a heartbeat oh so sweet
Beneath the painted concrete.
We all have a backbone,
We all have a choice.
We all share the same problems
Why not share the same voice?
V2)Fear rules the town with the knife and the
Gun,with the youths marking territory.
Life’s too high a price when the gun owns
The mic and the message gets spread like disease.
There’s safety in gangs if you have not a spine
A no-respect stepping dread on the street.
Is there love to be found out in east London
Now or in the terrified communities.
Chorus
It’s the tone of the times.
It’s the sound of our streets.
There’s a heartbeat oh so sweet
Beneath the painted concrete.
We all have a backbone,
We all have a choice.
We all share the same problems
Why not share the same voice
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2. |
True Skin
03:44
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V1)From the halcyon days of 69
With the sound of Jamaica came the Skinhead style.
Way back in the days of the Reggae dance craze.
The Rudeboys and girls they would dance and sing.
Chorus
The True skin
Loves wine, loves women, loves song.
He’s got a heart like a lion and a champion.
He’s a working class man who’s roots are held strong
He’s got a heart like a lion and a champion.
V2)He’s looking SHARP in Sta-prest and Tonic suits.
In his crisp Ben Sherman and DM boots.
So all you boneheads sling your hook.
Sure “you don’t belong were you don’t have roots”!
Chorus
The True skin
Loves wine, loves women, loves song.
He’s got a heart like a lion and a champion.
He’s a working class man who’s roots are held strong
He’s got a heart like a lion and a champion.
“The Skin exudes style from his head to his feet.
He likes a bit of OI! And a Rocksteady beat.
He’s likes a few pints come Friday night and a
Bit of a rumble if the reasons are right.
You see its not about Race, its not about creed.
So keep your politics of our dance floor please.
The skin he loves wine, loves women, loves song
He’s got a heart like a lion and a champion.”
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3. |
What she gets
03:41
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V1)A woman past her prime but she’s still
Spoilt rotten. She’s just bitter cos she thinks
She’s been forgotten.
Something still shining inside of her eye’s.
Her mischief just comes in an older disguise.
Chorus
She’s never happy,
Keeps on staring daggers at me.
She’s never happy, no, no, no.
Sally never wants what she gets
V2)Back in her youth she would get her own way.
50 years on she’s still set in her ways.
Now she’s cursing at me cos she don’t
Like my meal.
She could not care less for the way that
I feel.
Chorus
She’s never happy,
Keeps on staring daggers at me.
She’s never happy, no, no, no.
Sally never wants what she gets
V3)I wish that I knew her way back in her prime.
To see her impatience grow with the time.
To find out what it takes to make this girl smile
And to dry up the tears of the old crocodile.
Chorus
She’s never happy,
Keeps on staring daggers at me.
She’s never happy, no, no, no.
Sally never wants what she gets
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4. |
Throw me a bone
03:54
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V1)10,000 “I love you’s”
Will not keep the wolf from the door.
You might be one in a million but I am
Still broke and still poor.
You call me a rough diamond.
All I got is my rhythm and rhymes.
I aint no bread winning
When we’re living in austerity’s
Time.
Chorus
Said girl we gotta make it on through
With what we got make it good.
I’m asking are we alone?
Somebody throw me a
Somebody throw me a bone.
V2)10,000 I.O.U’S
Working ten years in a job that you hate
A decade of reckless no saving.
I find it hard to put food on the plate.
And you could hardly call me frivolous
For Friday night I’ll be king at the bar.
Waking up Saturday morning wondering
Why my wages never go far.
Chorus
Said girl we gotta make it on through
With what we got make it good.
I’m asking are we alone?
Somebody throw me a
Somebody throw me a bone.
V3)10,000 Spent tickets,
Broken visions of a lottery win.
All the money I’ve wasted
It’s never gonna stop us dreaming.
To you and me that matters is
We’ve got what we need to get by.
There’s no talking to the grown-up children
who haven’t put a little aside.
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5. |
Plight
05:32
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V1)And if you come from all walks of life,
Put your hand in mine brother we will make it alright.
He’s come to my country to better himself
But some try to make it an intolerant Hell.
My poorest of brothers he comes here alone
Seeking menial labour so far from his home.
He works minimum wage every hour he can get.
Harassment comes daily. He just wants to forget.
Chorus
This is the plight of the immigrant.
We all want our rights in this world.
Why for them is it different.
A flag is just a rag. A borders just a line
That constantly reminds us
Of our ignorance.
V2) “They’re taking our jobs” that’s all that you say
While you sit on your bone idle arse everyday.
Well how would you feel just to walk in his shoes.
When the only English you know is just racist abuse.
My poorest of brothers he comes here alone.
To earn a little money for his family back home.
He’s waiting on tables he’s cleaning your streets.
He breaks his back at his job just to be called a thief.
Chorus
This is the plight of the immigrant.
We all want our rights in this world.
Why for them is it different.
A flag is just a rag. A borders just a line
That constantly reminds us
Of our ignorance.
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6. |
Horse Dub
02:04
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7. |
The Man They Call Horse
02:18
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V1)Do you want to get stoned?
Do you like to get high?
It just so happens I know a guy, who no joke
He loves to breathe smoke.
Do you remember that first ever spliff?
It came before your first ever kiss and no joke
You fell in love with the smoke.
Chorus
So fill up a bowl and we
will get stoned in due course.
If you want to get high
You’re looking for the man they call HORSE!
V2)So when you’re craving that sweet
Collie weed.
He’ll fix you up, give you just what you need
And no joke that bong makes you choke.
So roll a spliff for the herbalist man.
Who rid the nation of irritation ,no joke
So pass around the toke.
Chorus
So fill up a bowl and we
will get stoned in due course.
If you want to get high
You’re looking for the man they call HORSE!
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8. |
29 Years
02:49
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V1)For 29 years I have walked these streets.
I have seen injustice I have seen the pain.
We all live under the shadow of a gun
On an island alone in an ocean of blood.
I find some attitudes don't change…..
Chorus
Hate still remains. Brooding beneath
The surface, coursing throughout
Old veins. There’s no peace there’s
Trust there’s no purpose.
The cycle of blame starts again
With state sponsored mass executions.
The working man is just a pawn in the game.
Ignorance come inherit our children
And it’s a new generation engrained.
There goes another doomed generation.
V2)For 29 years I have heard excuses
For why people lay dead in our streets.
I have heard the arguments of who is right
And wrong in a city fit to blow like a ticking
time bomb. This is Belfast city not Babylon…
Chorus
Hate still remains. Brooding beneath
The surface, coursing throughout
Old veins. There’s no peace there’s
Trust there’s no purpose.
The cycle of blame starts again
With state sponsored mass executions.
The working man is just a pawn in the game.
Ignorance come inherit our children
And it’s a new generation engrained.
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9. |
A.G.G.R.E.S.S.O.R.S
02:50
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V1)For a week I went down to old London town
To play a gig and watch Social D.
We met a few pals down by Camden canal
And these boys hooked us up with some weed.
Horse didn’t know the score,he aint smoked that shit
Before and now he’s lying passed out on the street.
The taxi wont take him cos he’s such a fuckin mess
It’s not the first time I’ve seen him whitey.
Chorus
A.G.G.R.E.S.S.O.R.S
The officer be looking at me.
Committed no crime but
he’s got me in his sights
Watching me crossing the street.
Out of all the days it had to be today
When I’m carrying this bag of weed.
The cop he gets his kicks as I stand there
Shitting bricks. Passing people passing
Judgement on me.
V2)I put the Horse on course to the airport
Via bus and I take from him what’s left of the weed.
I’m heading straight on down to old Camden town
For a couple of pints with ‘Big C’.
I’ve got my headphones on I don’t know what’s
Going on but there’s Peelers all over the street
And with my bloodshot eyes it really came as no surprise
That they wanna have a word with me!
Chorus
A.G.G.R.E.S.S.O.R.S
The officer be looking at me.
Committed no crime but
he’s got me in his sights
Watching me crossing the street.
Out of all the days it had to be today
When I’m carrying this bag of weed.
The cop he gets his kicks as I stand there
Shitting bricks. Passing people passing
Judgement on me.
V3)I protest “I haven’t time”but he puts me back in line
With the snarling canine at his feet.
“Prepare to be searched sir” he said now with a grin.
I throw my hands up and say “OFFICER PLEASE!
Before we begin I would like to confess that I be carrying some boss Sensei”
He looked me in the eye said he would have it legalised
And I could score some more weed up the street.
Chorus
A.G.G.R.E.S.S.O.R.S
The officer be looking at me.
Committed no crime but
he’s got me in his sights
Watching me crossing the street.
Out of all the days it had to be today
When I’m carrying this bag of weed.
The cop he gets his kicks as I stand there
Shitting bricks. Passing people passing
Judgement on me.
A.G.G.R.E.S.S.O.R.S
The officer be looking at me
A.G.G.R.E.S.S.O.R.S
Rudeboy inna London city
A.G.G.R.E.S.S.O.R.S
The officer be looking at me.
A.G.G.R.E.S.S.O.R.S
Escaping by the skin of my teeth.
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10. |
Hope.
04:48
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V1)Cowards come in the dead of the night.
In the name of all that’s good and white.
With sticks and stones they smash much more than glass.
Chorus
They smash our Hope
All hope is lost
Here in Belfast.
V2)The estates are fertile ground if you’re
Looking for home grown hate.
To terrorise the innocent has always been
The order of the day anyway.
Can we stop from making excuses,
Pointing the finger and placing the blame.
Chorus
They smash our Hope
All hope is lost
Here in Belfast.
V3)They’ve started sowing the seeds.
There’s a vacumn left to fill.
My people can’t hold up their heads
Because the bigotry’s there still.
There’s nothing more dangerous than
An unenlightened working class.
Chorus
They smash our Hope
All hope is lost
Here in Belfast.
V4)You’ve come to the wrong place if you’re
Looking for sanctuary.
You’ll find only the ghost of a chance
In the city were the blind can see.
Who would want to immigrate
To an island full of hate.
Chorus
They smash our Hope
All hope is lost
Here in Belfast.
Don’t look for the colour
Find the person, find the friend.
WEED THEM OUT
And give us hope here in Belfast
Embrace new cultures
At least try to comprehend.
WEED THEM OUT
And give us hope here in Belfast
Lets build one bonfire
To burn all the hatred and bigotry
WEED THEM OUT
And give us hope here in Belfast.
Build a strength and attitude
that’s fit for the world
that’s fit for the world to see.
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11. |
Wish Your Life Away
03:49
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V1)Monday morning and the work bell rings
And I would give just anything for
five more minutes In my bed
Or to be a millionaire instead.
So its off to the grindstone that I go.
Monday to Friday it’s the same old show
And I have worked my hands to the bone
Just to spend it all on Beer and Blow.
Chorus
Wish your life away.
You always wish your life away.
Your back may be broke
And your sweat made of blood
But for a Friday night you will wish.
V2)Wednesday morning and I feel like shit
So I lift up the phone and I’m calling in sick.
There’s no dogsbody going in today.
I’m lying around and getting stoned all day.
Why must I toil for my daily bread and be
Labouring slave who awakes feeling dead?
Five more days of living hand to mouth.
Five more days of waiting to break out.
Chorus
Wish your life away.
You always wish your life away.
Your back may be broke
And your sweat made of blood
But for a Friday night you will wish.
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12. |
The Great Escape
06:01
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13. |
Life 101
04:48
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Chorus
You gotta take what lifes gonna throw you.
You're gonna have to roll with the punches.
you're gonna have to ride the storm out.
And trouble it may come down knocking at you door.
You gotta be steadfast and take it.
You gotta be resolute to make it.
And the Heart it always wants but all you ever get
is just rose tinted memories my friend and
infinite regret.
Find salvation on the shoulders of your family
and friends.
You gotta play the hand that you've been dealt
because the means justifies the end.
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Aggressors B.C Belfast, UK
Aggressors B.c Hail from Belfast town.They play up-tempo,energetic Ska as well as Reggae and Bass heavy Dub.
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