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The summer was coming, I was out in the field, then I heard a guitar playing, loud and clear. I saw an old man, he sat by a tree. He said, come and listen to me son, now, come and listen to me. He said, hey boy what does life mean to you? Does it mean go out, get drunk, drown your blues? He said, if that’s what it means to you. Well that’s a waste of life, and I’ve got nothing more to say to you.
Quit my job and I went out, I bought my first guitar, then I started to learn that thing. Instead of propping up some bar. Sent a tape, got a contract, made us all so glad. Then they started messing ’round with us. Now life’s as bad, just as bad now.
Are you trying to mess us up now, trying to make us quit? If that’s what you’re trying to do Jewboy, you ain’t achieving it. I said: Built up, knocked down, knocked down to the ground. Built up, knocked down, knocked down to the ground.

Built up, knocked down, knocked down to the ground. Built up, knocked down, knocked down to the ground.

What a time we had on Friday night. What a bird you went with, what a
sight and you made excuses for her face. With the usual drinks on the
friday night – gotta get a girl ‘cos time is tight, but the world looks
different today!

Friday, pay day – good night, I’ll say! Friday – a good night! Friday – is all right!

Wake up on a Saturday, wonder what’s your fate! Gotta face the trial from your mates! But for that you didn’t really care!

Said you’d see her again, what have you done-When you see her face you
just want to run! Reckon you’re on fruit juice from now on!

Friday, pay day – good night, I’ll say! Friday – a good night! Friday –
is all right! Friday, pay day – good night, I’ll say! Friday – a good
night! Friday – is all right!

Friday – Friday night now! Friday – Friday night now! Friday – Friday night now! Friday – Friday night now!

Friday, pay day – good night, I’ll say! Friday – a good night! Friday – is all right!

Goin’ out on Friday, pickin’ up your raise. Gonna hit the pub, you’ve had a real hard day. Forgotten what you did last week!

Get into the pub order up a drink – feeling better now you get a second one. Action replay’s in the cards again!

Friday, pay day – good night, I’ll say! Friday – a good night! Friday – is all right!

A song dealing with Skrewdriver' first Holland gig which turned out to be a complete fiasco.

Walking down the subway, at the weekend after a good night out on the town. There’s gangs over here, gangs over there, well there’s gangs everywhere. You’d better watch out now, if your on your own. It’s the day of the boys dressed in blue. You’d better watch out if one of them looks at you.

On the streets, of our towns. On the streets, all around. On the streets, everywhere. On the streets, it makes you scared.

Standing in a concert, having a good time. Paid your money out to see the show. In come the cops, looking for trouble ‘cos your white men. Would you believe that this was Britain ‘84 Oh no. It’s the day of the boys dressed in blue.

You’d better watch out if one of them looks at you.

On the streets, of our towns. On the streets, all around. On the streets, everywhere. On the streets, it makes you scared.

You never see politicians out there standing on the streets. They don’t care if your kids are fed or got shoes upon their feet. They don’t care what’s happening, they don’t see what’s going on. If they did, they’d all be screaming “What the hell is going on?.”

On the streets, of our towns. On the streets, all around. On the streets, everywhere. On the streets, it makes you scared.

People seem to think if it’s in The Sun they’ve got to believe it. Try to tar everybody with the same brush. Birds of a feather don’t always flock together these days. So don’t get carried away by the sight of us.

On the streets, of our towns. On the streets, all around. On the streets, everywhere. On the streets, it makes you scared.

You risked your life for this country when you were young. Never questioned orders that they gave cos the love of the Red White and Blue was in your heart. And I never thought I’d ever see the day, when I’d hear you say…

Now look at a sick society, look back in time. Now look at a sick society, who commits the crime?

You did your time for King & Country overseas. Spent years to keep this nation free. Now you’re not allowed to walk the British streets today and you’re fighting against a foe you cannot see, and I hear you say…

Now look at a sick society, look back in time. Now look at a sick society, who commits the crime?

When you wanna march in a democratic fashion through the streets of the country that you love…Then you’re struck down by a mob of screaming monkeys raining with bricks from above, and I hear you say…

Now look at a sick society, look back in time. Now look at a sick society, who commits the crime?

We remember the things that you have done. Against all odds you would not run. We remember the life you gladly gave. Put an English Rose upon your grave.

Now look at a sick society, look back in time. Now look at a sick society, who commits the crime?

Now you have died, whilst fighting for your country. Fighting against an enemy that’s within. Now I’ll make a promise to your memory, Albert Mariner. We’ll keep on fighting, until we win. Yeah, we’ll never forget you…

Now look at a sick society, look back in time. Now look at a sick society, who commits the crime?

And what happened to the inquiry?

Don’t wanna talk about the dove of peace. It’s just another butcher with a blue eyed peace. Congratulate itself while the people die. Just to win one election dosen’t fly.

You can talk about a thing called love, while the bombs rain down from above. You can talk about a thing called love and you can shove your fucking dove. Up your ass.

Where was the dove flying in Belize? Where was the dove when the cannon shoots? Lots of poor people are sick in the end. Where was the dove fighting round the bend?

You can talk about a thing called love, while the bombs rain down from above. You can talk about a thing called love and you can shove your fucking dove. Up your ass.

You can talk about a thing called love, while the bombs rain down from above. You can talk about a thing called love and you can shove your fucking dove. Up your ass.

Where was the dove in the Falkland Islands? Where was the dove fighting in Northern Ireland? Where was the dove in Afghanistan when the Russian bastards gave everyone there hand?

You can talk about a thing called love,while the bombs rain down from above. You can talk about a thing called love and you can shove your fucking dove. Up your ass.

You can talk about a thing called love,while the bombs rain down from above. You can talk about a thing called love and you can shove your fucking dove. Up your ass.

Just random facts, mostly from the early days.

White power 1 – 2 – 3 – 4. I stand watch my country, going down the drain. We are all at fault, we are all to blame. We’re letting them takeover, we just let ‘em come. Once we had an Empire, and now we’ve got a slum.

White Power-For England. White Power-Today. White Power-For Britain. Before it gets too late.

Well we’ve seen a lot of riots, we just sit and scoff. We’ve seen a lot of muggings, and the judges let ‘em off.

White Power-For England. White Power-Today. White Power-For Britain. Before it gets too late.

Well we’ve gotta do something, to try and stop the rot and the traitors that have abused us, they should all be shot.

White Power-For England. White Power-Today. White Power-For Britain. Before it gets too late.

Are we gonna sit and let them come? Have they got the White man on the run? Multi-racial society is a mess. We ain’t gonna take much more of this. What do we need?

White Power-For England. White Power-Today. White Power-For Britain. Before it gets too late.

Well if we don’t win our battle, and all does not go well. It’s apocalypse for Britain, and we’ll see you all in hell.

White Power-For England. White Power-Today. White Power-For Britain. Before it gets too late.White Power-For England. White Power-Today. White Power-For Britain. Before it gets too late. White power!

Some lyrics are a bit on sidetrack ...

Don’t wanna talk about the dove of peace. It’s just another butcher with a blue eyed peace. Congratulate itself while the people die. Just to win one election dosen’t fly.

You can talk about a thing called love, while the bombs rain down from above. You can talk about a thing called love and you can shove your fucking dove. Up your ass.

Where was the dove flying in Belize? Where was the dove when the cannon shoots? Lots of poor people are sick in the end. Where was the dove fighting round the bend?

You can talk about a thing called love, while the bombs rain down from above. You can talk about a thing called love and you can shove your fucking dove. Up your ass.

You can talk about a thing called love, while the bombs rain down from above. You can talk about a thing called love and you can shove your fucking dove. Up your ass.

Where was the dove in the Falkland Islands? Where was the dove fighting in Northern Ireland? Where was the dove in Afghanistan when the Russian bastards gave everyone there hand?

You can talk about a thing called love,while the bombs rain down from above. You can talk about a thing called love and you can shove your fucking dove. Up your ass.

You can talk about a thing called love,while the bombs rain down from above. You can talk about a thing called love and you can shove your fucking dove. Up your ass.

On the streets of Ulster, the battle rages on-British people fighting for their land. Fought in two world wars for us, fought and died for Britain. Gotta help them, support the Red Hand.

Smash. Smash. The IRA. Smash. Smash. The IRA. Smash. Smash. The IRA. Remember the victims of their bombs.

Gotta change our policies and hang the I.R.A..Let the Army deal with them their way. Corrupt politicians and sniveling left.wing scum are quite content to let them get away. Come on Ulster.

Smash. Smash. The IRA. Smash. Smash. The IRA. Smash. Smash. The IRA. Remember the victims of their bombs.

Smash. Smash. The IRA. Smash. Smash. The IRA. Smash. Smash. The IRA. Remember the victims of their bombs.

I.R.A. supporters are marching on our streets. Are we gonna let them spread their lies? Are we gonna let them march or are we gonna smash them? Laughing while the British people die. Come on Ulster.

Smash. Smash. The IRA. Smash. Smash. The IRA. Smash. Smash. The IRA. Remember the victims of their bombs.

Smash. Smash. The IRA. Smash. Smash. The IRA. Smash. Smash. The IRA. Remember the victims of their bombs.

Teaser trailer of the longest kind. Out in 2020 if we survive the commie virus. This will be a factory pressed double DVD, total lenght: 4 hours.

I don't believe in Jesus
No matter what the vicar say
What you've got is just a bungee
Better just to keep away
So I said Jesus
I don't believe in
Jesus when we're gonna today now
I believe in violence
That's the only way
Making people see our problems
Don't let them fade away
So I said Jesus
I don't believe in
Jesus when we're gonna today now
Jesus I don't believe in
Jesus when we're gonna today now
Just cos you've got that big smile
Got no picture unaware
Gotta hit them in where it hurts now
Making folk stop and stare
So we said Jesus
We don't believe in
Jesus when we gonna see that
Jesus ...
Jesus I don't see how

06. Skrewdriver - Anti-Social (John Peel sessions)

I don’t like papers, reading books, Gettin’ sick, think it sucks. I don’t wanna listen to another word. I’m so bleedin’ bored.

I’m anti, social. Anti, social. Anti, social. I hate the world.

I don’t wanna go to work another day. I wanna be somebody. I don’t wanna wear no three piece suit. I don’t wanna family.

I’m anti, social. Anti, social. Anti, social. I hate the world.

Walking on the streets, wondering what to do thinking of a job you
like, I ain’t got no money or a set of wheels it’s a bloody drag. Looking
at the posers and their flashy cars I’m just walking round, Parents
asking for a kid I ain’t gonna settle down.
I’m anti, social. Anti, social. Anti, social. I hate the world.

05. Skrewdriver - Street fight (John Peel Sessions, played live in the studio 1977)

Waiting for a Saturday, Saturday afternoon, yeah, Law gonna lose their
power, kids gonna call the tune. Pushing through the turnstiles,
feeling pretty good, Got the power of numbers, let’s go for someone’s
blood.

All that pent, up anger that goes pouring through your head, Streetfight, in the city, someone’s gonna end up dead.

Saturday’s a’coming, the tension starts to build, Rival teams are playing, the football fields are filled.

Keeper’s pretty worried about the kids behind the goal, Got to keep on diving from the things that they’re gonna throw.

All that pent, up anger that goes pouring through your head, Streetfight, in the city, someone’s gonna end up dead.

All that pent, up anger that goes pouring through your head, Streetfight, in the city, someone’s gonna end up dead.

04. Skrewdriver - AntiSociaL (1977)

I don’t like papers, reading books, Gettin’ sick, think it sucks. I don’t wanna listen to another word. I’m so bleedin’ bored.

I’m anti, social. Anti, social. Anti, social. I hate the world.

I don’t wanna go to work another day. I wanna be somebody. I don’t wanna wear no three piece suit. I don’t wanna family.

I’m anti, social. Anti, social. Anti, social. I hate the world.

Walking on the streets, wondering what to do thinking of a job you
like, I ain’t got no money or a set of wheels it’s a bloody drag. Looking
at the posers and their flashy cars I’m just walking round, Parents
asking for a kid I ain’t gonna settle down.
I’m anti, social. Anti, social. Anti, social. I hate the world.

03. SKREWDRIVER - I DON'T LIKE YOU @100CLUB 1982 (comeback gig)

1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – I don’t like you.

Get out on the job in the morning. Time is draggin’ by real slow. Thinking thoughts of violence. Boss is keepin’ me on the go. Sick of that routine work now, sorting’s drivin’ me insane when I’m done doin’ one thing. Boss says do it again. And I said…

I don’t like you. I don’t like you. I don’t like you anymore. 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 – 7 – 8.

It’s time to get off work now, kick the boss right in the head. All the people givin’ me orders, tryin’ to make me see red. I’m prayin’ to break out free now. Playin’ in a rock’n’roll band. Playin’ that rock’n’roll music, probably gonna get us banned.

I don’t like you. I don’t like you. I don’t like you anymore. 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 – 7 – 8.

"Back with a bang" comeback gig in London 1982.

Trying to figure out just what to do. Wonder what the future holds for you. Being in a cult is part of growing up today. Drifting ’round the streets you’re living your life your own way, in your…

Boots and braces, shaven-headed hordes. Boots and braces, fighting ‘cos you’re bored. Boots and braces, you’ll always get the blame. Boots and braces, we’ll come in just the same.

Wearing your Ben Sherman in the sun. Trying to figure out just who to run. Levi jeans, Doc Marten boots, and just hear the skinhead roar – Skinhead! No one stands against us, ‘cause we’ve beat ‘em all before.

Boots and braces, shaven-headed hordes. Boots and braces, fighting ‘cos you’re bored. Boots and braces, you’ll always get the blame. Boots and braces, we’ll come in just the same.

Try and get you banned from everywhere-Cos you wear your boots and you cut your hair. They would rather see you in a dirty old Afghan. If you were a Left-wing hippie, you won’t face no ban.

Boots and braces, shaven-headed hoards. Boots and braces, fighting ‘cos you’re bored. Boots and braces, you’ll always get the blame. Boots and braces, we’ll come in just the same.

Says Tumbling Dice on the screen, my bad. Better off crazy was an Tumbling Dice original though, anyone ever heard any demos by them ?

All the councilors, in Blackpool, with their poxy cars, can just fuck off!

You’re much too old, to persecute us, bet your sick about the local publicity huh? Thank you!

Too much confusion! Too much confusion! Too much confusion, out there

Well can you hear those lying rats spouting shit, but ain’t to convincing

You know you can’t fool everybody, all the violence, all the reporters sniffing around

Tomorrow’s headlines, we all know who’s gonna get the blame, don’t we huh?

Too much confusion! Too much confusion! Too much confusion, out there!

There’s so many people, condemning me

They’re just trying to dictate, tell me what to think

Well I don’t need your prayers, I don’t need your write-ups and I don’t need your putdowns, so just go and mess with someone else’s life! Will ya?

Too much confusion! Too much confusion! Too much confusion, out there!

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My name is Jäsä AinaSkin and I've been making videos since 1987 when I was 14 years of age, have filmed tons of RAC concerts, co-operated with late Marcel Schilf of NS88, and editor & creator of Kriegsberichter video magazine, currently issue 8 is under the work and skinhead army vol.5. You can also support my work by ordering DVD's and other merchandise via the site link down below.

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