The Clash

Social D, live with Eddie Vedder and Mike McCready (Pearl Jam)

U.K. Subs

Yeaaaahhhh
And you died the other day
They took you away
To your hospital bed
Keep screwing up my head with

Emotional blackmail
Emotional blackmail
Emotional blackmail
Emotional blackmail

In this game of survival
There's too many rivals
You sink or you swim
Why bother jumping in

And now I can't go home
To razor cuts on bone
Rooms splashed with blood
Needles dipped in mud and

Emotional blackmail
Emotional blackmail
Emotional blackmail now
Emotional blackmail

Bednarek

For SL&A

It has been suggested that Rebel Radio could play reggae every Friday. What do you think? Would you like to see "Reggae Friday" become a regular feature of RRC? Please comment below.

Could you be loved and be loved?

could you be loved and be loved?

don't let them fool ya,

or even try to school ya! oh, no!

we've got a mind of our own,

so go to hell if what you're thinking is not right!

love would never leave us alone,

a-yin the darkness there must come out to light.

could you be loved and be loved?

could you be loved, wo now! - and be loved?

(the road of life is rocky and you may stumble too,

so while you point your fingers someone else is judging you)

love your brotherman!

(could you be - could you be - could you be loved?

could you be - could you be loved?

could you be - could you be - could you be loved?

could you be - could you be loved?)

don't let them change ya, oh! -

or even rearrange ya! oh, no!

we've got a life to live.

they say: only - only -

only the fittest of the fittest shall survive -

stay alive! eh!

could you be loved and be loved?

could you be loved, wo now! - and be loved?

(you ain't gonna miss your water until your well runs dry;

no matter how you treat him, the man will never be satisfied.)

say something! (could you be - could you be - could you be loved?

could you be - could you be loved?)

say something! say something!

(could you be - could you be - could you be loved?)

say something! (could you be - could you be loved?)

say something! say something! (say something!)

say something! say something! (could you be loved?)

say something! say something! reggae, reggae!

The Minutemen

D Boon wrote “Corona” after a day trip the Minutemen had taken to Mexico on the Fourth of July, 1982. (The same trip would inspire Mike Watt’s song “I Felt Like A Gringo” from Buzz Or Howl Under The Influence Of Heat.) After optimistic-sounding two lines, D. Boon does a general rant about the injustice of our society, before in the end, he goes from general to specific, singing about how an obviously poor woman was collecting empty bottles, worth a nickel apiece, showing what this injustice and greed can make us do.

The people will survive
In their environment
The dirt, scarcity, and the emptiness
Of our South

[Verse 2]
The injustice of our greed
The practice we inherit
The dirt, scarcity and the emptiness
Of our South

[Verse 3]
There on the beach
I could see it in her eyes
I only had a Corona
Five cent deposit

Minor Threat

You tell me you like the taste
You just need an excuse
You tell me it calms your nerves
You just think it looks cool
You tell me you want to be different
You just change for the same
You tell me it's only natural
You just need the proof
Did you fucking get it?

[Hook]
It's in my eyes, it's in my eyes
It's in my eyes, it's in my eyes
It's in my eyes, it's in my eyes
It's in my eyes, it's in my eyes
And it doesn't look that way to me
In my eyes
It doesn't look that way to me
In my eyes

[Verse 2]
You tell me that nothing matters
You're just fucking scared
You tell me that I'm better
You just hate yourself
You tell me that you like her
You just wish you did
You tell me that I make no difference
At least I'm fuckin' trying
What the fuck have you done?
[Hook]
It's in my eyes, it's in my eyes
It's in my eyes, it's in my eyes
It's in my eyes, it's in my eyes
It's in my eyes, it's in my eyes
And it doesn't look that way to me
In my eyes
It doesn't look that way to me
In my eyes

The Vandals

A Sunday morning MGTOW song from Anti-Nowhere League

Woman
I'm in love with you
My love is deep
My love is true
To you, woman, I'm in love

Your hair's so soft
Your eyes are blue
Your skin is warm
And I'll be true to you
Woman, I'm in love with you

You came to me in a dream, I'm sure
You gave your love, you gave much more to me
Woman
Will you marry me?

Do you take this woman
To be your lawful wedded wife
To love and to cherish
And in sickness and in health
Till death do you part?
I do

Till death us do part (6x)
What's that you just said to me
You didn't love me like this yesterday
Woman
I don't understand

And what's that you did say to me
I guess this love is just more to me
Woman
You're annoying me

Yeah, you're sitting on your arse in your dirty clothes
You're looking a mess, you're picking your nose
Woman
You're a fucking mess

Your tits are big but your brains are small
Sometimes I wonder you got any brains at all
Woman
Ah stuff yourself

Well fuck you, fuck you
Don't you tell me what to do
Woman
Ah fuck off

I've got my deed, I've married you
What did I do to deserve you?
Woman
Why me?
Woman
Woman
Woman
Woman
Woman
I hate you

Discharge

FEMA concentration camps waiting for you
It's happening now
New World Order gonna profit from death
Don't want a life under the New World Order
Drones in the sky watching everything you do
It's happening now
Killing off the poor, the disabled and old
It's happening now

G.B.H. 1985
I can speed in my car down the road.

I don't have to follow the highway code.

The laws which bind you don't bother me.

I've got diplomatic immunity.

I'm really free.

They can't touch me.

I've got sanctuary.

Diplomatic immunity.

I can walk down the street with a gun in my hand,

to protect myself from violent gangs.

Go into Harrods and steal some jewels,

store detectives look like fools.

I'm really free.

They can't touch me.

I've got sanctuary.

Diplomatic immunity.

I killed a girl once just for fun,

then waited for the police to come.

They couldn't do a thing,

I'm safe inside my wall of red tape.

I'm really free.

They can't touch me.

I've got sanctuary.

Diplomatic immunity.

Who is there to hear the call ?

And see the injustice of it all.

But who is there the hear the call ?

And see the injustice of it all.

Black Flag

Buck-o-nine

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Dirty Rotten Imbeciles, live in NZ

US Bombs

Stormtroopers of Death

You come into this country
You can't get real jobs
Boats and boats and boats of you
Go home you fuckin' slobs

Selling hot dogs on the corner
Selling papers in the street
Pushing, pulling, digging, sweating
Where you come from must be beat

You always make us wait
You're the ones we hate
You can't communicate
Speak English or die

You don't know what I want
You don't know what I need
Why must I repeat myself
Can't you fuckin' read?

Nice fuckin' accents
Why can't you speak like me
What's that dot on you head
Do you use it to see?

You always make us wait
You're the ones we hate
You can't communicate
Speak English or die
You always make us wait
You're the ones we hate
You can't communicate
Speak English or die

Ramones

Hatebreed

Madball

Circle Jerks

Napalm Death, 2009
In your mind
Nothing but fear
You can't face life
Or believe death's near

A vision of life
On television screens
An existence created
From empty dreams

[Verse Two]
Hide behind T.V
Hide behind life
You should be living
But you only survive

Life holds nothing
But pain and death
Don't look for love
There is none left

The Clash

Six feet under

Smoke Blow

Armed Suspects

Sex Pistols, live in Japan