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Rebels Out There

by Smiley & The Underclass

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I was born in London city down in '89 Then I moved up to Manchester at the age of 5 I've been all over this little island still I don't know where I'm from I coulda London to Birmingham to Manchetser Liverpool, Bradford to Exeter It's All England No matter where you're from When I think of England I don't think of black cabs and cops I think of chain links and locks Dirty looks and chicken shops, tower blocks and a wrap of weed in my socks England's a bitch unless you're rich My clothes ripped so I gotta learn how to stitch I can hear the music in Handsworth and I can smell the burnt earth in Toxteth In Bristol city they know what you're life is worth So they chase the crazy supermarkets out of the town Chorus And it seems they never learn If you're playing with fire, you must catch a burn But who's gonna be left to burn in this machine? Man said "terrorist", what do you mean? Is it the way the state is run thats got this kid's finger on the trigger of a gun? Is it the parenthood or is it the girl inside the pages of the Sun? Is it the people that they paint as public enemy number one? Does nothing matter on a Sunday morning when you're done? See youths scatter, rat-a-tat-a-tat against the Sun If you're a Punk Rocker with no future or fun or a Rebel Roots Rocker shouting rally run come Repeat first verse and chorus
All I hear is left, right, left, right, left right Are there any rebels out there? Are there are rebels out there? If you're out there let me hear ya say yeah Long time ago there were punks and rockers Skinheads out on the streets don't you know Fighting each other for a piece of the globe Now there's no future at all seems to show As we grow we can hear them shriek Lord have mercy on the brink Situation bad / Read it in the panic rags Chorus Left, right, left, right, left, right I'm so sick of Left, right, left, right, left, right... Don't pay your mortgage, don't pay your tax Take your money out of their banks Know your neighbours, secret town halls People means us, politics means wars Real rebels grow food, don't eat that shit from a pale faced clown who wants to kill off the kids Mother natures dying while we're running this race Can we look our grandkids in the face? Chorus x2
Render your hearts and not your garments The truth is there for who have eyes to see Partiality has no place in this judgement Remember the words of prophecy Children run, come to truth and rights That's what I'm about You know the truth and rights Teach it to the children Run, come to truth and rights That's what I'm about coz we know Children say a little prayer Every night before you go to sleep because tomorrow is promised to no one When you think it's peace and safety, lord it could be sudden destruction that's why we know, yes we know Remember I say these few words to you Remember the words I am saying to you right now and for tomorrow Render your hearts and not your garments The truth is there for who have eyes to see Partiality has no place in this judgement Remember the words of prophecy Chorus
Now You Know 02:53
They handed you your birthstone through your cradle bassonette Sweeties made of dead stuff hooked on candy cigarettes Envisaged all your goals Decided who you're gonna be Self-hypnosis easier than being free Now you know Why you're fucked! You listen to the radio telling yourself that you're not bored All the words are comfort till you can't see through the fraud You wanna do the good but you can't avoid the bad Now you're eating up you're future for a life you'll never have Now you know Why you're fucked! It's easy and it's fun to try and neutralize your brain It deals with all your worries and it takes away your pain You can get it from the shop You can get it down the lane There's just one simple problem The whole thing is insane! Now you know Why you're fucked!
Blessed are whatevers next Pristine vultures getting stronger every year She's so lovely and she don't want kids Coz she knows that the world is a mess Her eyes are in the tropesphere Certain feelin that the sky has left We love against a feeling that a drop is near So please let it drop I know you'd like to be another kind of human but you can't see the forest, no you can't see it at all I know you'd like to be another kind of human but you can't see the forest coz the trees are all on fire So we walk the seaside streets Dance in the pools where the crabs should be A wall is built between those years And someone gotta put out this fire Time is funny coz your eyes never rest Think your special coz you feel you got empathy in your chest? A rhythm so mean it would chop off your head If you weren't driving off a cliff that is Chorus
They say in life You gotta make somethin outta this I say it can't spoil Want stuff? Make stuff Want love? Make love Want truth? Make truth in the booth... We're living and swimming within a time that's gettin harder No money, austerity, predatory while the rich hide in the larder But I love ya, I love ya, no matter where you're heads at today so I say Want stuff? Make stuff Want love? Make love Want power? It will devour In the booth and in the roots so you must always sing the truth This planet is so beautiful but right now it's so erratic The ocean life is choaking like an apple wrapped in plastic But baby you're so lovin I forget just where my head's at today, I pray a better tomorrow woulda come out of today Got to manifest the right else why we singing anyway? Men decay and pass away but by your works you'll get your pay so all I really got to say in case the Earth should pass away Please be kind and speak with mind and plant a zillion trees a day! Chorus
I wake up to the mobile sound Another 8-bit day in this two-bit town Half asleep, eyes red and my neck feels sore and the room still stinks from the night before Crawl through the bedroom door and as I move to the sink Hear the first dog bark as I brush my teeth Looking at the mould above and wondering what lies beneath The people upstairs still ain't fixed that leak The rent's due and it feels deep It's a deep heat blues I'm making cigarettes and cereal Skyline's full of aerials Movement's made unseen is like a dreadlocks at funerals The city is a human zoo Ah, what's eating you? Honey baby, where's the special brew? What are we all running after? Running these streets till disaster Honey baby won't you tell me what's the answer? From High Trees to Teversham Lane there's got to be some kind of change Change the blues Sometimes I like to walk the streets on my own and catch the cannibals and see the pigeons munching on the chicken bones A rolling stone on the steps of Stepney Green Listen to the word and you might see what I see Occupy, civilize, uprise, downsize the shadows of Romans that wear many guises Behind disguises we see their surprise is a cry that's as tight as their ties Meanwhile Mum and Dads hooked up to the telly The man on Sky News is telling them life is scary Upstairs the smell of skunk is getting kinda heavy Little Jimmy's turning Machiavelli with his Blackberry Ah yeah, what you gonna do when you got the Machiavelli blues? Weh dem a do and a weh dem a seh When the good lord come and mash it away This sound have fe really lead the way as I would say Weh dem a do and a how dem a fall when a Babylon back is against the wall But this is not a time to fall This is the time to stand tall So what you gonna do when you got the Machiavelli blues?
Babylon is spiralling out of control and if you didn't know already then I'm happy you know Many more will have to suffer but better must come said the crazy man singing 'bout the Sun Babylon is spiralling out of control Don't wanna reload, reload Babylon is spiralling out of control Don't wanna reload Pressure gone higher and the old don't care Pounding down this barren road with bombs in the mirror A better world is breathing and it's coming on through After all what does life mean to you? Chorus
I am the lightning that crashes through the air and a thousand cymbals fill the sky man I'm the atmosphere I am the old man who was just lying there Fed up with wondering I am excitement, the first time a kid steps on a train The worries when your father walks the stairs in pain I am the honesty when she screams out your name Things'll never be the same I twist and turn Sometimes I freeze Sometimes I burn I never learn You know I am life No-one here is getting out I hit and run On every rich pig and on every lost bum And by the time I'm through No-one's getting out I am the memory of a dream across the TV screen I am your older brother Looking down from the park's tallest tree and the fears and indecisions that won't let you be The serpent and the dove The hatred and the love The eyes, the ears, the heart, the mind The impulse and the blood I am the light in the rain The old bicycle that will drive you insane Chorus
(JUMP!) Jump the barrier Jump the barrier Jump the barrier dive through the barrier! x2 There once was a place and I'm try'na search back Down in the city they don't want none a that If they catch you just deny it Everybody's lying so you might as well try it Chorus They say living is a crisis And it costs a lotta money It's a joke and it's not so funny So when security is slack and the strike's comin' down steal this ride Get out of this town! Chorus


We live in times of hypnosis, but Mother Nature demands that we wake up. We hope this album serves as a reminder to the listener of the positive power we each hold in our hearts and minds, that we might use such power for good in times of hate.

Special thanks to Paul Forrest-Jameson, Takumi Kumai, Leyley Walker, John Cartmell, Nick Fitzgerald, Rik Kemp, Jon Prew, Beatriz Subero, Dorothy Norkett, Max Rademacher and Orchestra, James "Fat Paul McCartney" Gavin, Sheryl and Jo, Evie Atkins, Eugene Lusardi, Tiger Lily, James Murray, Shin Izawa, the Lovely Emilie, Chiro O, Daniel Stone, Seamus & Magda, Lauren Dooley, Goshi, Hideyuki Shinizu, Yusuke Ono, Megumi Shirota, Papa Face, Mick Jones, the wonderful Mau Mau staff, Bill McKibben, Yaya, Alchemy, Asheber, Nyron and all the other wonderful humans who helped us bring this album into existence.


released July 14, 2017

Mixed and recorded by Nick Manasseh at The Yard and Mick's Place.

Mastered at The Exchange, London.

Artwork design by Ronch.


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Smiley & The Underclass London, UK

Wicked and wild Dub Punk outta London.

“Dynamite … Potent protest music for the times” – Duff Guide To Ska

“Perfect blend of righteous reggae and punk attitude” – Vive Le Rock

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