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