SLAUGHTER AND THE DOGS

                                  SLAUGHTER AND THE DOGS
Slaughter & The Dogs Es una banda de punk rock Inglés que se formó a finales de 1970 en Manchester, Inglaterra. Ellos fueron una de las primeras bandas de punk del Reino Unido que firmaron para una gran discográfica, Decca Records.

Formada en Wythenshawe, Manchester,La Carniceria y los perros, un nombre que Wayne Barrett creó en 1975 la combinación de Diamond Dogs & Slaughter On 10th Ave, dos de sus álbumes favoritos.Apoyaron a los Sex Pistols en su ahora legendario concierto en el Manchester Lesser Free Trade Hall el 20 de julio de 1976.Este concierto, más que cualquier otro acontecimiento, dio lugar a la escena del Punk Rock en Manchester city.Esa escena se concentró en torno al Eléctric Circus club y alentó a varias bandas, entre ellos Alberto y lost Trios Paranoias, Buzzcocks, John Cooper Clarke, The distractions, John Dowie, The Drones, The Durutti Column, The Fall, The Freshies, Joy Division, Magazine, Ed Banger y The Nosebleeds, The Passage, así como Slaughter & The Dogs. Como un comentarista cultural observó, "tenía Londres The Roxy, Manchester tuvo el Electric Circus". 

                                SLAUGHTER AND THE DOGS_Cranked Up Really High

 Lista de Rolas:
1 Cranked Up Really High
2 The Bitch
3 It's Alright
4 Edgar Allan Poe
5 Twist And Turn
6 Ufo
7 Situations
8 White Light White Heat
9 Scream & Scream Again
10 The Fight
11 Twist And Turn (Demo)
12 Boston Babies (Demo)
13 I'm Mad (Demo)
14 Runaway (Live)
15 Boston Babies (Live)
16 You're A Bore (Live)
17 Johnny T (Live)
18 Where Have All The Boot Boys Gone (Live) 
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LIRICAS:

CRANKED UP REALLY HIGH 

-Gamble my life away a real bum boozer
Made love on dope just a pig skin loser
Looked around at this joint
A for a living, there was no point

Cranked up really high 2x

All ideas, i'm shaking my fists
Had a million thoughts yeah to slit my wrists
Hallucination in my dream
I gotta leave gotta leave this scene

Cranked up really high 2x

Getting high, on glue and cocaine
Jabbing things into my vein
A lucifer lord, a holding my hand
Pushing pills to a rock and roll band

Cranked up really high 2x

 THE BITCH
(It’s Gone) Yer --- Hu
You Mug Me, When I Was Lonely
But I Could Kill Ya, Are If Only
And Your A Bitch
My God You’re A Bitch
But I Couldn’t Mend Are Love
With Just One Stitch
Uh
Heather’s A Cad, She Can’t Get Thing’s Straight
And In Her Mind, She’s Looking Right Thru Hate
And Your A Bitch
My God You’re A Bitch
But I Couldn’t Mend Are Love
With Just One Sti---Tch
Yer, Woo, Yer, Go, Now, Hu, Go, Now---
Woo,
And Your A Bitch
My God You’re A Bitch
But I Couldn’t Mend Are Love
With Just One Stit--Cha

And Your A Bitch
My God You’re A Bitch
But I Couldn’t Mend Are Love
With Just One Stitch
2,3,4,
But I Couldn’t Mend Are Love
With Just One Stit-----Cha 

 IT'S ALLRITE
I’m Speed In Down The Road
Feeling Kind of Cold
I Got To Be There By Ten-
Well I’m Burning My Heels
When I Use My Wheels
I Hit That Clutch Again-

Ah Ah It’s Alright It’s Alright

I Turn On My Light
Here Come S The Night
The Law Mans Comming For Me
I’m Moving To Third
Coz I Got To Be Heard
O’h My Hair So Free

Ah Ah It’s Alright It’s Alright

Five Miles To Go
She Better Show
She Said She Would On The Phone
She Said To Me
That She Wants To See
For She Was All Alone

Ah Ah It’s Alright It’s Alright
It’s Alright It’s Alright It’s Alright It’s Alright It’s Alright It’s Alright It’s Alright It’s Alright It’s Alright
It’s Alright Etc,,,, 

 BOSTON BABIES


Once Met A Girl Down In Boston

I Ask Her For Her Name
She Said She Wouldn’t Tell Me
For She Was Ashamed

Boston Baby Boston Baby -- Why You So Scared
Boston Baby Boston Baby -- I’m Going to Make You High

You Better Stop Crying Girl
And Jump Into My Car
I’ll Take You All Over Kid
Coz Me And You Will Go Far I Know

Boston Baby Boston Baby -- You Know you’ve Got It Made
Boston Baby Boston Baby -- You Courage It Has Paid
(Oww Oww)
Boston Baby Boston Baby -- Walking Down The Street
Boston Baby Boston Baby -- You’ll Knock Them Of There Feet (Hear We Go)
Boston Baby Boston Baby -- Walking Down The Street
Boston Baby Boston Baby -- You’ll Knock Them Of There Feet (Yer)
Boston Baby Boston Baby -- Walking Down The Street
Boston Baby Boston Baby -- You’ll Knock Them Of Their Feet
Boston Baby Boston Baby -- Walking Down The Street
Boston Baby Boston Baby -- You’ll Knock Them Of There Feet (Hear We Go) 

I'M MAD
Drunk A Lot Of Barley Wine
I’m Rather High And Feeling Fine
I Go Out On On To The Street
I Knock Some Bastard Of His Feet

I’m Mad Im’Mad Can’t Control Myself
I’m Mad Im’Mad Call Me Physco
I’m Mad I’m Mad I Had To Let Go
I’m Mad I’Mad Put A Bottle In Your Face

Punk’s Are All Right When You Won’t To Fight
My Mind Is In A Mental State
I Give My Self Up I’m Going Insane
I Need Help I’m Not To Blame

I’m Mad Im’Mad Can’t Control Myself
I’m Mad Im’Mad Call Me Physco
I’m Mad I’m Mad I Had To Let Go
I’m Mad Im’Mad Put A Bottle In Your Face

I Want To Get Out Of Here I Want To Get Out Of Here
I Want To Get Out Of Here But The Bastard’s Won’t Let Me Out

They Lock Me Up Behind Bar’s
I’m All right Until I See The Star’s
The Guy’s With White Coat’s Start To Smile
They’re Going to Lock Me Up For Quite A While

I’m Mad Im’Mad Can’t Control Myself
I’m Mad Im’Mad Call Me Physco
I’m Mad I’m Mad I Had To Let Go
I’m Mad Im’Mad Put A Bottle In Your Face

(You Wont Get Me)

I’m Mad Im’Mad Can’t Control Myself
I’m Mad Im’Mad Call Me Physco
I’m Mad I’m Mad I Had To Let Go
I’m Mad Im’Mad Put A Bottle In Your Face
I’m Mad Im’Mad Knock It Out Of Place
I’m Mad Im’Mad Knock It Out Of Place
I’m Mad Im’Mad Knock It Out Of Place Woo

 WHERE HAVE ALL THE BOOT BOYS GONE
Yeahhhhhh...

Wearing Boots And Short Hair Cuts
We Will Kick You In The Guts
But Now Look They’ve All Grown Up
They Drink Tea In A Cup
Some Get Married And Settle Down
While Other’s They Leave For A Foreign Town
Fighting Gangs Every Night
We Use Sticks Hit Them In The Kite

Where Have All The Boot Boys Gone
Hammy Jacker Bug’s And John
Where Have All The Boot Boys Gone
It Look’s Like I’m The Only One
The One !

Friday Came We Go To A Dance Hall
Battering Snob’s We’d Have A Ball
We Don’t Know What We’ve Done
We Go See United Coz Were Having Fun
We Get Released On Fifty Quid Bail
But I Know I’ll End Up In Jail
I Was A Leader I Was So Proud
I Hung In A Gang What A Crowd

Where Have All The Boot Boys Gone
Hammy Jacker Bug’s And John
Where Have All The Boot Boys Gone
It Look’s Like I’m The Only One
The One !

Now It’s Been Five Year’s Or More
I’m A Skin Don’t No What For
I Don’t No What I Am
I Don’t See Or Give A Damn
I Must Stop This M.O.D.
I Must Try And Try To Be Me
I Must Listen I Must Try
I Must Move Move Or Die

Where Have All The Boot Boys Gone
Hammy Jacker Bug’s And John
Where Have All The Boot Boys Gone
It Look’s Like I’m The Only One
The One !

Come On You Wont A Scrap Come On Get Ready Then
Where Have All The Boot Boys Gone
Where Have All The Boot Boys Gone
Where Have All The Boot Boys Gone
Where Have All The Boot Boys Gone

         

The Oppressed

The Oppressed fue una Banda galesa antifascista Oi!, formada en 1981 y disuelta en 2006. La mayoría de los músicos de la banda eran skinheads. A lo largo de la carrera de la banda, los miembros (especialmente el vocalista, Roddy Moreno) abiertamente expresaban su oposición al racismo y al fascismo, en las letras, entrevistas, comentarios en escena y en otras ocasiones. En 1989 Moreno visitó Nueva York y conoció a muchos miembros de la organización Skinheads Against Racial Prejudice (SHARP). A su retorno al Reino Unido empezó a promover los ideales de SHARP a los skinheads británicos. El grupo tiene también lazos con otros grupos antifascistas, tales como Anti-Fascist Action. Moreno es seguidor del Cardiff City F. C. y algunas de las canciones del grupo expresan esa afición.

LISTA DE ROLAS :
CD 1
1. white flag
2. riot
3. leave me alone
4. joe hawkins
5. government
6. it ain't right
7. we're the oppressed
8. urban soldiers
9. ultra violence
10. run from you
11. victims
12. work together
13. violent society
14. gun law
15. fight for your life
16. government out
17. don't look back
18. magistrate
CD 2
1. substitute AFA
2. nazi nightmare
3. BNP you're full of shite
4. nazi skinhead
5. fuck fascism
6. sleeping with the enemy
7. 5-4-3-2-1
8. hooligans
9. CF3
10. that's alright
11. same old story
12. skinhead times
13. when i was young
14. no justice
15. AFA song 
 

LIRICAS: 

WHITE FLAG

people stop and stare at you and me
they don't understand what they don't see
just coz we got short hair
people think tha we don't care

*we wont show the white flag

stopped while walking home at fucking night
up on suss, a charge we're ganna fight
we're the ones who got the scars
and we'll fight from behind bars (Repeat*)

politicians income tax the dole
we been used, wont get no parole
sons of oi! you are no threat
just you hear my media friends (Repeat*)

 

RIOT

Riot!...

 There's a burning sky overhead
Kids on the street are seeing red
They're gonna set the city alight
All this boredom makes ém wanna fight

Riot riot on the street tonight
Riot riot gonna do it right
Riot riot gonna scream and shout
Riot riot that's what life's about

Who's to blame the rich or the poor
Fight the enemy fight the law
We'll stick together, we'll see it through
We're gonna riot, me and you

Street's can burn, governments too
We're gonna riot we're gonna see it through
We're gonna smash your thin blue line
We're doing ok, we're doing fine

 

LEAVE ME ALONE

 Walking home alone at night
When the bastards pull me in
Told them where I was going
And I told them where I’d been
But they wouldn’t listen to a word I’d say
They threw me into the van
So I spent a night in a cell
Doing the best I can

THEY WON’T LEAVE ME ALONE

I get shit for wearing boots
‘cause I’m not the same
I won’t wear no business suit
I won’t use my brain
They think I’m some kind of thug
Running around in a gang
I tell you, I’m no mug
I’m doing the best I can 

 

JOE HAWKINS

 see him walking down the street
doctor martens on his feet
levi jeans, ben sherman shirt
fuck with him and you'll get hurt

he's a skinhead and he don't care
marten boots and short cropped hair
he's a skinhead and he don't care about you

walking down on the brighton pier
long haired hippies filled with fear
crunch of bone as boots go in
joe's so proud to be a skin

prison couldn't change his ways
skinhead's back he's here to stay
so if you think you've got the suss
be a skinhead be like us

he's the king, king of the skins
whats his name? joe hawkins 

 

GOVERNMENT

You don't understand us, you call us a fool,
You say we will be OK, if we obey your rule.
But then you oppress us, the SPG you sent...
Can't you see, we don't need, your government

[Chorus:]
Government, Government
We don't need your Government
Government, Government
We don't want your Government

We live with the riots, the violence on the street,
But the trouble that we see, you will never meet
Hiding in the corridors of your parliament
In your own democracy, in your government

URBAN SOLDIERS

Urban Soldiers back out on the street,
Kids in braces with their hair cut near,
you don't know 'em but you know their name,
Bootboys, suedeheads, they're all the same,

Urban Soldiers on the street,
Urban Soldiers kids you meet,
Urban Soldiers they won't run,
Urban Soldiers from no one,
Cause they're Skinheads

Up the town for a drink on a Friday night,
they'll be ready if you start a fight,
they're the new breed and they'll get stuck in,
Urban soldiers, they're gonna win