1. |
Your Fucking Right
03:26
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Before all the frontiers where drawn,
before all those old gods where gone.
The true desire of mankind, was to go on.
Not your flag, not your class,
not your colour, not your cross,
will define at all the value that you have.
We were born to prevail, you are the one that chooses your way,
cause being different it’s your fucking right my mate.
Burning in my heart lives the real desire,
to help and inspire all those needing for a hand.
We are here to prove, what’s the simple truth,
you’re not more than no one, no one’s more than you.
After the market priced our work,
after the churches sold our soul.
We’ll keep on singing for the ones,
that have no voice.
Not your flag, not your class,
not your colour, not your cross,
will define at all the value that you have.
We were born to prevail, you are the one that chooses your way,
cause being different it’s your fucking right my mate.
This world in hunger,
the bullets and the anger,
the lies of politicians,
our kids in the militias.
We are tired of your bullshit,
we are here to take a stand.
The clock of life its ticking,
because our kind its mankind.
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2. |
Our Voice
03:52
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Oi! Oi! my brother,
it’s been a while.
The tales are countless,
when times goes by.
Remember well when we were twelve.
So few the scars, so many friends.
The years went fast,
with no regrets.
We kept our song loud,
we had no rest.
The hate is good fuel for the kids.
We have grown up now, we stand like this.
Voice of anger,
voice of sorrow,
voice of courage.
Proud of your voice till you’re gone.
The time has come now,
for you and me.
United we stand,
our family.
Staying true to your beliefs.
Sounds of the streets, sounds of the Skins.
Love to our music,
culture of pride.
A pack of wolves with no prejudice.
Keeping the stomping strong and loud.
Let’s cheer together, let’s sing forever.
Voice of anger,
voice of sorrow,
voice of courage.
Proud of your voice till you’re gone.
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3. |
She is the One
03:23
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Always written in my skin,
is a tribute to your kiss.
We were seeking for a change,
and we found this better fate.
She is the one, Ohhhhhh
The only girl that took my hand.
She is the one, Ohhhhhh
She is my lady and my best friend.
She is the one, Ohhhhhh
My inspiration and my strength.
She is the one, Ohhhhhh
That turns this Bootboy into a man.
You get meaning to my quest,
living life with no regrets.
Learn the lesson on the road,
teach us love the way we go.
She is the one, Ohhhhhh
The only girl that took my hand.
She is the one, Ohhhhhh
She is my lady and my best friend.
She is the one, Ohhhhhh
My inspiration and my strength.
She is the one, Ohhhhhh
That turns this Bootboy into a man.
Through the hard nights, through the hard days, with no restrictions.
On the right time, stand while we're faint, with no afflictions.
We walk alone the bad hard time, side by side.
‘Cause you're the girl that my heart wants.
She is the one, Ohhhhhh
The only girl that took my hand.
She is the one, Ohhhhhh
She is my lady and my best friend.
She is the one, Ohhhhhh
My inspiration and my strength.
She is the one, Ohhhhhh
That turns this Bootboy into a man.
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4. |
Proud
03:23
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Another day walking in this town,
the memories, good and bad days we won’t forget.
The things that hurt, those that gave us strength,
and they’ll remain deep in our hearts, inside our chest.
In the dark streets you’ll hear us all,
Oi! Oi! Oi!
keeping our screaming until we're gone.
Never forget, never forgive,
through the hard times we learn to be free.
Proud of our friends, proud of our dreams,
fighting for what we stand and believe.
Living our life by the rules we make,
our family, will have our back no matter what.
Raise high our fists, let them hear our cheers,
step by step, let's drink my friend 'till the night ends.
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5. |
Raise Your Glass
02:09
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We are here again,
we bring you the noise.
So raise your glasses,
we are No One’s Voice.
Forget your problems,
spit at your boss.
don’t hesitate,
just join us at the pub.
Here comes the boys,
raise your glass.
We are No One’s Voice,
pride and class.
Here comes the girls,
raise your glass.
We are No One’s Voice.
Fuck the goverment,
come hang out with the gang.
Let’s grab some cold ones,
and toast for better times.
This is the lifestyle,
that we all choose.
Punks, Skins and Rude Boys,
we are brotherhood.
Here comes the boys,
raise your glass.
We are No One’s Voice,
pride and class.
One for the boys,
raise your glass.
Two for the girls.
Here comes the gang,
one more round.
Here comes the gang.
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6. |
Cómplices
04:01
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Se van formando los días del calendario,
son treinta fusiles apuntando al año,
huyendo un noviembre que viste el carmín de tus labios.
El eco retumba dentro de mi castillo,
tu sonrisa me calma para apretar el gatillo,
hoy voy a quema ropa para que no sufran más las horas.
Que tu piel con mi piel hoy combinan también,
no hace falta más que dos cómplices para para el deber.
Que el hambre no se va acabar,
cuando yo duerma en tu regazo.
Que mis dedos en tus paisajes,
cayendo en picada son aves de paso.
Y viajaremos a un lugar,
donde tu casa son mis brazos.
Donde florecen con miradas,
dos pares de labios buscando el ocaso.
Que el mundo entero va a parar,
en el segundo en que mi boca se hunda de nuevo en tu piel.
Me faltan canciones para tus tacones,
que marcan el paso de mi amanecer.
Toma mi mano y recarga nuestra locura,
si nos sigue le envidia nos damos a la fuga.
Que cuando estoy contigo el mundo se va haciendo mi amigo.
Miro tus ojos y no temo a la venganza,
nuestro amor inclinado da fe de la balanza.
A besos y a mordidas vamos navegando la vida.
Que tu piel con mi piel hoy combinan también,
no hace falta más que dos cómplices para para el deber.
Que el hambre no se va acabar,
cuando yo duerma en tu regazo.
Que mis dedos en tus paisajes,
cayendo en picada son aves de paso.
Y viajaremos a un lugar,
donde tu casa son mis brazos.
Donde florecen con miradas,
dos pares de labios buscando el ocaso.
Que el mundo entero va a parar,
en el segundo en que mi boca se hunda de nuevo en tu piel.
Me faltan canciones para tus tacones,
que marcan el paso de mi amanecer.
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No One's Voice Bogota, Colombia
No One’s Voice is a Colombian band from Bogotá. Their music style reminds the classic european sounds of Punk and Oi!: Melodic and bright guitars with lyrics that talk about friendship, memories and life.
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