LYRICS & DISCOGRAPHY

While most bands in RAC circles might be forgotten (and for a good reason too), the excellence of Skrewdriver and Ian Stuart's activities will always be remembered. Even in death lan's voice and message is being heard all over the world, he left us numerous recordings with Skrewdriver, The Klansmen, White Diamond, Patriotic Ballads, and other solo efforts.

Ian gave his life to the cause, he never had any misgivings of stardom, he stuck to his guns, and through his music brought together Whites worldwide. His contribution is immense, his dedication and honest belief in what he was singing about an example to us all. Ian was a legend. My admiration for him puts him up there beside AH, Hess, Rockwell, Mathews, Schilf etc ...

Skrew the bootlegs. Here follows the lyrics to all official Skrewdriver releases, that were released when Ian was still alive, unfortunately he never got to see 'Hail Victory!' released, but lyrics to that album are also featured here. So go ahead and sing-a-long-Skrewdriver! (or start to row!!!)

Racial Regards, Jäsä AinaSkin

In February 1977, Skrewdriver made their live debut, supporting Chiswick artist Little Bob Story at Manchester Polytechnic. Soon after (possibly March), the band headed back down to London to record their debut single with Roger Armstrong. The record label and the band had a difference of opinion about the songs that should appear on the single, as Phil Walmsley explained: ‘We’d done the demos from which they (Chiswick) chose 'You’re So Dumb.’ We weren’t entirely convinced, we thought it was a bit too much of a thrash, but they were the guys in the know, and they paid the money.’ Music Week of 9 April reports that Skrewdriver have completed recording their debut single. Once the single was recorded, Chiswick Records updated their record deal to two singles and an album, but the deal involved the band relocating to London.

On May 20th, some four weeks after its scheduled release date, the debut single by Skrewdriver eventually emerged, featuring two raw punk blasts. The A-side of ‘You’re So Dumb,’ written by Ian Stuart, was anti-drugs, which ‘didn’t make us too popular in certain circles because it was quite ‘hip’ to take drugs and we were ‘thickoes’ from a northern town who were coming down south and slagging off something that was quite ‘hip’ to do,’ Stuart would later recall. The B-side, ‘Better Off Crazy’, was a songwriting collaboration between Ian Stuart and Phil Walmsley, and it was actually a 'Tumbling Dice' original tune. The band was happy with the record, but it did attract some negative reviews. Cliff White wrote in the NME of June 19th : ‘I have to admit that I haven’t the slightest idea what this raucous and distorted slab of nonsense is all about. I’m so dumb I’ve probably just praised it.’ Paul Simonon of the Clash said in Sounds of June 25th: ‘If you were blitzed out of your mind you could probably tap your foot to it. Title’s really bad, too.’ Nevertheless, the first pressing of 1,000 copies, which comes in a green laminated picture sleeve, sold out. Repressed, the second pressing had the same artwork, but the picture sleeve was not laminated. Three weeks after the release of the single, Ted Carroll expressed his delight about the band and the single in Melody Maker: ‘Skrewdriver is a band we like. They have had no press coverage and it is not available in the bigger stores, but more than four thousand copies have already been sold.’ The single was reissued by Chiswick Records in a totally different orange sleeve in November 1977.

You're so Dumb!

I'm just trying to get through to you

I ain't tellin' you what to do

If you don't keep away from the valium

I think you're stupid, you're so dumb

You're so dumb!

You're so dumb!

Dole queue money's gone right away

Down to the chemist to get some pills

Done all your money on chemicals

Buyin' anesthetic to make you ill

Hey little brother stop fooling around

Taking this out on me

The last time you took that many

Doctor is in a real rage, he said...

Now that little brother has gone away

They put him in a mental place

Don't give him pills, just beat him up

Bruises all over his face

Better off Crazy

(Originally a Tumbling Dice song)

I don't wanna be no office boy

I wanna hold my head up high

And if I want to fight somebody

I don't wanna be asked why

My friends tell me, I'm better off crazy

My friends tell me, they tell me that I'm better off crazy

I ain't like more money to get me by

I just wanna have some fun

I don't want no grey-haired judges

Asking me what I've done.

I don't have to give no reasons

I don't have to give, no one my name

I'm gonna steal me a fast car, hit a Highway 49

Pick me up some fair-haired woman, have us a real-good time

I don't care how much it costs

Ain't coming back this way

Gonna give no shit about tomorrow, baby

All I care about is today

I don't have to give no reasons

I don't have to care, no one but me

Because I'm crazy

Yeah, yeah, I'm crazy!

 An-Ti-So-Cial 7"

October 1977 proved a most turbulent month. On October 7, some four months behind schedule, Chiswick Records released a new Skrewdriver single, a double A-side with ‘An-ti-So-Cial’ and a cover of the Rolling Stones’ ‘19th Nervous Breakdown’ (catalogue number NS-18). Dedicated to the Teds, ‘Anti-Social’ was a marked improvement over the band’s previous vinyl effort, boasting an instantly catchy chorus, whereas ‘19th Nervous Breakdown’ was particularly limp. The new single met with mostly encouraging reviews. Peter Silverton wrote in Sounds of October 8: ‘This is stupid, crass, crude, maybe even half-witted, and I love it. It’s exactly what happens when rock ‘n’ roll is left in the hands of borstal fodder… How they manage to get away with singing ‘Breakdown’ which is about the kind of neurotic bitch they’d never get near even if they were rich and famous, is way beyond me. Raw punk with absolutely no redeeming features but guts, honesty and chutzpah.’ Ian Birch wrote in Melody Maker of October 8: ‘“ Anti-Social” has a stirring chorus and is formularized football terrace drone. Their version of the Stones evergreen is a different matter; assured, uncluttered and exciting.’ Charles Murray said in the NME of October 15: ‘Ere, you lot: no Elvis, Beatles and Rolling Stones in 1977! If you’re going to take the Eternals on at one of their own songs you better be prepared to have more on the ball than this if you expect to get away with it. Nice try, but…’ The single sold some 14,000 copies in the UK in the first two weeks after release, which really does suggest that Skrewdriver had ‘hit back with the weapons of hard, pile driving rock.’ On Tuesday, October 18 Skrewdriver with Ron Hartley on guitar headlined the Vortex, which was packed wall to wall.

Gary Hitchcock, who was among the first of the second generation of skinheads and a member of the British Movement, said of Skrewdriver and the gig at the Vortex: ‘Skrewdriver were the first real skinhead band. We met Ian Stuart at a Sham gig at the Roxy in ’77. He told us about Skrewdriver, said they weren’t like Sham, that they were skins, so we spread the word about and there was a massive turnout. Down the Vortex it was. We never knew there were so many skinheads around and they were all geezers. No-one looked under 25, and they played all the skinhead reggae stuff that we hadn’t heard for years. It was great, ’cept when Skrewdriver came on everyone went mad, smashing things up. Then skins were banned from the Vortex, the Roxy, and the 100 Club and Skrewdriver got booted off the Pat Travers tour…’

An-Ti-So-CiAL

I don't like papers, reading books

Gettin' sick, think it sucks

I don't wanna listen to another word

I'm so bleedin' bored

I'm an-ti-so-ci-al

An-ti-so-ci-al

An-ti-so-ci-al

I hate the world

I don't wanna go to work another day

I wanna be somebody

I don't wanna wear no three piece suit

I don't wanna family

Wanderin' round the streets wondering what to do

Thinking of a job you like

I got no money or a set of wheels

It's a bloody drag

Lookin' at the posers and their flashy cars

I'm just walkin' round

Parents asking for a kid

I ain't gonna settle down.

19th Nervous Breakdown

You're the kind of girl

You meet at certain

Dismal dull affairs.

Center of a crowd.

Talkin' much too loud.

Runnin' up and down the stairs.

Well, it seems to me that you have seen

Too much in too few years

And though you try, you just can't hide

Your eyes are edged with tears.

Your better stop.

And look around.

Here it comes.

Here it comes.

Here it comes.

Here it comes.

Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown!

Even as a child,

You were messed around,

But you were never brought up right.

You were always spoiled

With a thousand toys,

But still you cried all night.

Your mother who neglected you

Owes a million dollars tax

And your father's still perfecting ways

Of makin' ceiling wax.

Oh, who's to blame?

That girl's just insane.

Well, nothin' I do don't seem to work.

It only seems to make matters worse.

Oh, ple-e-e-ease.

Such a breakdown!

On October 19 Skrewdriver recorded a John Peel session of four tracks at BBC’s Maida Vale studios: ‘Streetfight,’ ‘Unbeliever,’ ‘The Only One’ and a new version of ‘Anti-Social.’ Ian and the band were pleased with the output. The session was broadcasted on October 28.

Unbeliever

I don’t believe in Jesus, no I don’t wanna religion better just to keep the way!

So I say: Jesus… I don’t believe in Jesus!

I believe in violence, that’s the only way!

That’s the way to solve our problems

Don’t let ‘em fade away!

I say: Jesus… I don’t believe in Jesus

Jesus… I don’t believe in Jesus

I say: Jesus… I don’t believe in Jesus

Jesus… I don’t believe in Jesus

Jesus preaches love and peace now

That don’t get you anywhere!

Jesus… We don’t believe in Jesus!

Streetfight

Waiting for a Saturday, Saturday afternoon, yeah

Law gonna lose their power, kids gonna call the tune

Pushing through the turnstiles, feeling pretty good

Got the power of numbers, let's go for someone's blood

All that pent-up anger that goes pouring through your head

Streetfight, in the city, someone's gonna end up dead

Saturday's coming, the tension starts to build

Rival teams are playing, the football fields are filled

Keeper's pretty worried about the kids behind the goal

Got to keep on diving from the things that they're gonna throw

All Skrewed Up LP

Originally intended to have catalogue number WIK3, it was changed to CH3 shortly before release. First pressings have "WIK3" on the labels, however scratched out of the matrix and blacked out on the cover, with "CH3" stamped next to it. Originally released in four colours: green (most common, and the variant often used for bootlegs), orange, pink and yellow. The band had different views about the finished product. Even though Ron Hartley appears on the cover, Phil Walmsley is credited and thanked. For Phil Walmsley, the record had its flaws: ‘As a package it was a bit of a novelty record, it spun at 45 rpm and lasted 26 minutes. Some of the tracks were quite good, I’m quite happy with the part I played bearing in mind the limitations of the time, but some of the lyrics are a bit trite. I don’t think we got involved enough in the mixing, the bass sound isn’t good, some of the tracks are just not charged, not angry enough. Actually the earlier session for the single produced a much more powerful sound.’

Grinny, however, was much more vocal: ‘All of the band thought that All Skrewed Up could have been done better. It was commonly thought that Chiswick always did things on the cheap as far as recording, advertising, etc. went. The album was recorded over a few days. It is virtually live. There were just a few overdubs on vocals and guitar. Trouble was all the tracks were over in two– three minutes. I’m no technician. I don’t know why the album came out at 45 rpm. The songs on it were what we played live, so it was a good representation of the band. But we all felt the sound was a little tinny… When All Skrewed Up came out Chiswick only pressed a few hundred copies to put in shops. They sold well and ran out, and Skins had to wait for more copies.

Roy Carr, writing for the New Musical Express, praised the band, Ian in particular, but was not so forthcoming about the songs: ‘Skrewdriver don’t need to warm up other people’s leftovers because in singer Ian, these Blackpool boot-boys have (potentially) one of the best gravel-throated vocalists to emerge this year, whilst Ron (guitar), Kev (bass) and Grinny (drums) give the listener the distinct impression that they would be better deployed on more adventurous chords and rhythms.’ Again Skrewdriver had delivered the goods and the album sold well, but Chiswick Records had started to get cold feet about the band they had once proudly championed. Yes, they were concerned about the violence at Skrewdriver gigs...what else is new ?

Where’s It Gonna End?

Ain’t got much money, ain’t got no car

I don’t need transport, don’t travel far!

I don’t need friendships, I don’t need foes

It’s just the thing now, the way it goes!

But the thing that I love is to play on the stage every night

From the fade in the day ’til the black and the grey of the night!

I don’t need stardom, I don’t need fame

I make a living, it’s just the same!

Got no more money, some food and keep

My life revolves around stage and sleep

But the thing that I love is to play on the stage every night

From the fade in the day ’til the black and the grey of the night!

I’d like to know where it’s gonna end

Push me one way, and I won’t bend

But the thing that I love is to play on the stage every night

From the fade in the day ’til the black and the grey of the night!

Government Action

What a drag, what a waste of time

Want more money or a life of crime?

Do as much work as an older man

He gets much more money than I ever can

Gimmie some, government action

Gimmie some, gimmie satisfaction

Things are changing for the British kids

Gotta be old to get money, yeah

Can’t afford a drink, so I gotta stay bored

Can’t afford a bed, gotta sleep on the floor

Gimmie some, government action

Gimmie some, gimmie satisfaction

Gimmie some, government action

Gimmie some, gimmie satisfaction

Backstreet Kids

Backstreet kids, no future in sight

Backstreet kids, can’t see no light

Backstreet kids, no money too

Backstreet kids, well what you gonna do?

Cos you’re the backstreet kids! Street rats, alright

Backstreet kids, they got no aid!

Backstreet kids, they got no say!

Backstreet kids, don’t want to be

Backstreet kids, be in anarchy

Cos you’re the backstreet kids! Street rats, yeah

Backstreet kids, got nothin’ to do

Backstreet kids, got nothin’ new

Backstreet kids, just drink and fight

Backstreet kids, well that’s alright

Cos you’re the backstreet kids! Street rats, alright!

Gotta Be Young

Nothing to do again, such a boring day

Sweet FA, what a day, it’s bugging me

It’s the same all the time

I’m just wasting life

Me and you, feel so blue, we gotta getaway!

I don’t wanna be no middle-aged major

I don’t wanna be no middle-aged mod

Gotta be young now

I don’t wanna be no middle-aged major

I don’t wanna be no middle-aged mod

Gotta be young now

Tell me it’s not real , change the way I feel

Get away, I wanna stay, it’s killing me

I don’t wanna be no middle-aged major

I don’t wanna be no middle-aged mod

Gotta be young now

I don’t wanna be no middle-aged major

I don’t wanna be no middle-aged mod

Gotta be young now

Gotta be young, yeah, I gotta be young now

Gotta be young, gotta be young, alright!

I Don’t Need Your Love

Well, I know what I want, but baby you do too

Well, I don’t need your love, cause baby I need you

Well, love don’t shine through the clouds above

I just want your body, I don’t need your love!

Well, when I get bored, got nothing to do

I‘m gonna dial your number, I’m gonna ask for you

Well, love don’t shine through the clouds above

I just want your body, I don’t need your love!

Love, don’t need your love

Love, don’t need your love

Love, don’t need your love

Love, don’t need your love

Well love doesn’t shine through the clouds above

I just want your body, I don’t need your love!

I Don’t Like You

1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – I don’t like you.

Get out on the job in the morning.

Time is dragging by real slow.

Sick of the sorting and filing.

Boss is keeping me on the go.

Sick of that routine work now, sorting’s drivin' me insane, when I’m done doin' one thing.

Boss says do it again.

And I said…

I don’t like you.

I don’t like you.

I don’t like you anymore.

1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 – 7 – 8.

Decided to give up working, kick the boss right in the head.

All the people givin' me orders, tryin' to make me see red.

I make the break and I'm free now.

Playin’ in a rock’n’roll band.

Playin’ that rock’n’roll music, probably gonna get us banned.

I don’t like you.

I don’t like you.

I don’t like you anymore.

1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 – 7 – 8.

Anti-social

I don’t like papers, reading books. Gettin’ sick, think it sucks!

I don’t wanna listen to another word! I’m so bleeding bored

I’m Anti-social! Anti-social! Anti-social! I hate the world!

I don’t wanna go to work another day! I wanna be somebody!

I don’t wanna wear no three-piece suit! I don’t wanna family

I’m Anti-social! Anti-social! Anti-social! I hate the world!

Walking on the streets, wondering what to do thinking of a job you like

I ain’t got no money or a set of wheels, it’s a bloody drag!

Looking at the posers and their flashy cars

I’m just walking around

Parents asking for a kid I ain’t gonna settle down!

I’m anti-social! Anti-social! Anti-social! I hate the world!!!

(Too Much) Confusion

All the councilors, in Blackpool, with their poxy cars, can just fuck off!

You’re much too old, to persecute us, bet you're sick about the local publicity huh? Thank you!

Too much confusion!

Too much confusion!

Too much confusion out there!

Well, can you hear those lying rats spouting shit, but ain’t too convincing

You know you can’t fool everybody, all the violence, all the reporters sniffing around

Tomorrow’s headlines, we all know who’s gonna get the blame, don’t we, huh?

Too much confusion!

Too much confusion!

Too much confusion out there!

There are so many people, condemning me

They’re just trying to dictate, tell me what to think

Well, I don’t need your prayers, I don’t need your write-ups and I don’t need your putdowns

So just go and mess with someone else’s life! Will ya?

Too much confusion!

Too much confusion!

Too much confusion out there!

9 till 5

Another Monday morning, another day

Come Friday evening, when you collect your pay

Like working from nine till five

Making a mess of my mind

I’m filing papers, in long grey drawers and my brain’s disintegrating, what a bore

Like working from nine till five

Making a mess of my mind

Well, I do think civil servants and bankers are real wankers

Well, the boss is knocking me, he said: “Come on quick!”

Well, my temper’s rising, I said you make me sick

Like working from nine till five

Making a mess of my mind

Like working from nine till five

Making a mess of my mind

If you don’t get out of that, you want your head examined!

Jailbait

Long blond hair, looks so good

Temptation, think I should

Jailbait, jailbait, my jailbait

No one knows you’re sneaking out

Your old man would scream and shout

Jailbait, jailbait, my jailbait

Just because you’re just fifteen

They can’t guess the things you’ve seen

Jailbait, jailbait, my jailbait

They don’t want you getting pissed

enjoying things that they have missed

Jailbait, jailbait, my jailbait

We Don't Pose

We got new faces, we got something new

Yeah, we’re all strangers and we’re playing for you

And just ‘cos we look different, and we wear different clothes

Just cos we look different: We don’t, we don’t pose

Well, we ain’t bothered by the critics’ wit, they’re so funny writing shit

And just ‘cos we look different! And we wear different clothes

Just cos we look different: We don’t, we don’t pose

Well, you can tell the old set too cool to clap, yeah we’re gonna cut through that posing crap

And just ‘cos we look different! And we wear different clothes

Just cos we look different: We don’t, we don’t pose!

The Only One

Never reckoned much to mixing, people always mess me ’round

Always looking out for favors, trying to bleed me into the ground

Cause I’m a, yeah I’m the loner baby, I’m the only one now

Right I’m the loner baby, Yeah, I’m moving on

People always criticizing, telling me what I must do

I don’t want nobody’s advice, I ain’t gonna listen to you

Cause I’m a, yeah I’m the loner baby, I’m the only one now

Right, I’m the loner baby, Yeah, I’m moving on

Like it much better when I’m on my own

I much prefer it when I’m all alone

I don’t like nobody ruining my peace

I don’t want nobody bugging me

Never trusted anybody, never let nobody try

When somebody asks me questions, I don’t never tell no lies

Cause I’m a, yeah I’m the loner baby, I’m the only one now

Right, I’m the loner baby, Yeah, I’m moving on

Cause I’m a, yeah I’m the loner baby, I’m the only one now

Right, I’m the loner baby, Yeah, I’m moving on

Won’t Get Fooled Again

We’ll be fighting in the streets, with our children at our feet

And the morals that they worshipped will be gone

And the men who spurred us on, sit in judgment of all wrong

They decide, and the shotgun sings the song

I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution

Take a bow for the new revolution

Smilin’ free at the changes all around

Pick up my guitar and play, just like yesterday

When I get on my knees and pray, we don’t get fooled again

Move myself and my family aside, should we happen to get left out of line?

Smiling faces smile at the sky, I know that the hypnotized never lie

The change it had to come, we knew it all along

We were liberated from the foe’s old song

Now a pardon on the left, now a pardon on the right, and the hell it grows shorter overnight

I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution

Take a bow for the new revolution

Smilin’ free at the changes all around

Pick up my guitar and play, just like yesterday

When I get on my knees and pray, we don’t get fooled again

Meet the new boss, same as the old boss!

Long Shots, Dead Certs And Odds On Favourites Compilation LP

Two tracks from Skrewdriver: "You're so dumb!" & "Anti-Social", also features Motörhead etc ...

Catch A Wave Compilation LP

Features a Skrewdriver track:" Government Action". Other artists include: Blondie, Generation X, Motörhead etc ...

Built Up, Knocked Down 7" EP

Phil Walmsley recalls of what happened next: This suggests that Phil Walmsley, Mark Radcliffe and Ron Hartley had quit the band while on tour or Skrewdriver had toured with a new line-up including both guitarists from Bitch. Don ended up living at Sean McKay’s student house in Salford. He decided it was time for a change again and that the music scene needed a good rock band! He rang me up and was so enthusiastic and persuasive that I went along with it. Grinny was back on drums, Kev McKay was on bass, I was on guitar and Chris Cummings also joined on guitar. I remember going round to Chris’ house in Blackpool with Don, we persuaded him to quit his job and join the band! I think we did about three gigs, the most memorable one being the support slot with Motörhead at King George’s Hall in Blackburn (on 24 September 1978). Not long into the gig Lemmy somehow broke his bass and borrowed Kev’s. He practically wrecked that too - it was a sorry sight at the end, covered in deep scratches from the bullet belt he always wore. We were pretty dreadful really. The material was crap, mainly new stuff that Don had written, plus a few leftovers from earlier times, anything that could be done in a rock vein. It all fell apart very soon.

Ian Stuart soldiered on. He formed yet another incarnation of Skrewdriver, comprising McKay, plus three former members of the band Bitch: Glenn Jones on lead guitar, Martin Smith on drums, and Gary Callender on rhythm guitar. The sound of the band now progressed (although some might be tempted to say regressed) from punk to rock. This was the influence of Jones. Stuart explained: ‘Glenn was a brilliant guitarist, he really was good. He would have been wasted on doing punk music.’

Things started to look up for the band when they signed a recording contract with independent Manchester label TJM (Tony Johnson Music), which had previously released records by local punk groups such as the Distractions and Slaughter and the Dogs. In February 1979, TJM released the Skrewdriver ‘Built Up Knocked Down’ 7″, featuring three songs recorded two months earlier at Smile Studios with Steve Fowley co-producing. The A-side, ‘Built Up Knocked Down’ written by Ian, is a rock ballad, complete with lengthy guitar solos courtesy of Jones, whose contribution Stuart described as amazing. Lyrically, the title track recounts Stuart’s experience of the music business, which had built up and then knocked down Skrewdriver. The two cuts on the B-side are punkier, just. ‘A Case of Pride’ is a tale of someone leaving home, ending up with no money, living rough, but too proud to go back home and admit failure.

Curiously, the bitter lyrical content of ‘A Case of Pride’ is in stark contrast to the optimistic even romantic ‘Breakout,’ written by guitarist Jones, about a budding musician who breaks out of his mundane life and surroundings by moving to London to seek fame and fortune. Ignored by the music press, the ‘Built Up Knocked Down’ EP sold poorly. Again success had eluded Ian Stuart, who decided to disband the band and return to Blackpool where he joined the National Front. By his own admission, when he joined he was ‘like a little right-wing Tory.’ He devoted himself to the National Front, becoming the local YNF organiser for the Blackpool and Fylde branch in Lancashire.

Fed up with life in Blackpool, Ian Stuart returned to London. Hanging around with people from the National Front, he met Bulldog editor Joe Pearce, who convinced him to reform Skrewdriver and join the newly launched Rock Against Communism ... and nothing would be the same again.

Built Up, Knocked Down

The summer was coming, I was out in the fields

Well then I heard a guitar playing, loud and clear

I saw an old man, he sat by a tree

He said "Come and listen to me son now, come and listen to me."

He said "Hey boy, what does life mean to you? Well alright,"

"Does it mean got out, get drunk, and drown your blues?"

He said "If that's, what it means to you, well alright,"

He said "Well that's a wasted life and I got nothing more to say to you."

Quit my job and baby, I went out, and I bought my first guitar

Then I started to learn a thing, 'stead of propping up some bar, what happened?

Sent a tape, got our contract, made us all so glad

Then you started messing 'round with us, now life's just bad

Are you trying to mess us up now, trying to make us quit?

If that's what your trying to do, well, you ain't achieving it

Built Up, Knocked down to the ground (x4)

A Case of Pride

You’re wondering how you’ll make it through the day.

Pack your bag and then you’ll get up on your way.

Once you had the money baby and you didn’t have to steal.

You’re a case of pride and I know just how you feel.

You can’t go home cos they’ll see that you have failed.

Can’t afford much food and you’re looking pale.

Once you had so many true ambitions in your head.

Now you sleep in a railway arch but you can’t afford no bed.

Once they told you about the things that they’d achieved.

Made you feel so useless that you had to leave

Breakout

Well I left the rain city for the smokey south.

No money in my pocket and my heart in my mouth.

Train wheels rolling down the big old track.

A lump in my throat and I don't look back now.

They said you wouldn't do it. But I had to prove it, yea!

Said you couldn't breakout. Not before breakdown.

I am feeling paranoid, about the hole in my shoe.

Wandering around. Asking the bag lady for a light.

Not spoken to my baby for a long long time.

God I've had enough, I'm dying of cold.

Gotta speak up 'cos I'm all on my own

She said you wouldn't do it.

She said go on and prove it, yea!

Said you couldn't breakout.

Not before breakdown, baby!

United Skins Compilation LP

Ian Stuart became friendly with Micky and Margaret of The Last Resort shop, who suggested that he reform Skrewdriver. They were convinced that there was still a great demand for the band’s music and ‘offered to help out in any way they could if Ian got a new group together.’ Ian, however, was not so convinced, but eventually he did come round to the idea. During the summer of 1982, he set about recruiting a new Skrewdriver line-up using the contacts he had made at the Last Resort. Freelance photographer Martin Dean introduced him to Mark French from New Cross, who joined on bass. The two of them started to rehearse with Ian playing guitar. Mark French, in turn, introduced Ian to Geoff Williams who became the drummer.

Ian, Frenchy, and Geoff practised two or three times together and then recorded ‘Anti-Social’ and ‘Boots and Braces’ for the forthcoming United Skins compilation LP on a new record label by the name of Boots and Braces. Whenever they played "Boots & Braces" live, it proved to be a real crowd-pleaser. Stuart would later admit that ‘Boots and Braces’ was a ‘very basic tune and boring to play.’ and that it should be re-named as 'Base & Boring!'. ‘Boots and Braces,’ which celebrates once more the skinhead way of life and look, also spits venom at those that ‘stereotype skinheads as troublemakers’.

Unlike many other so-called skinhead bands which had gone before, this was one band proud of its skinhead image and its skinhead following. The image was important to Ian Stuart, the rest of the band and skinheads in general. The image shocked, even threatened society but it was not a crime to dress in a fashion. The last line which takes a swipe at the left-wing places Ian Stuart politically on the right. This was the first indication, although muted, of his real political persuasion. Despite another iconic design by Mick Furbank on the front cover and despite the inclusion of two above-average Skrewdriver tracks, United Skins was disappointing.

Boots And Braces

Trying to figure out just what to do.

Wonder what the future holds for you.

Being in a cult is part of growing up today.

Drifting 'round the streets you're living your life your own way, in your...

Boots and braces, shaven-headed hoards!

Boots and braces, fighting 'cos you're bored.

Boots and braces, you'll always get the blame.

Boots and braces, we'll come in just the same!

Wearing your Ben Sherman in the sun.

Trying to figure out just who to run.

Levi jeans, Doc Marten boots, and just hear the skinhead roar - Skinhead!

No one stands against us, 'cause we've beat 'em all before.

Try and get you banned from everywhere.

'Cos you wear your boots and you cut your hair.

They would rather see you in a dirty old Afghan.

If you were a Left-wing hippie, you won't face no ban.

Back With A Bang! 12", Single

The new line-up was soon rehearsed enough to enter the studio again. Micky French proved as good as his word and released two songs as the ‘Back With a Bang’ 12″ on Boots and Braces (catalogue number SKREW T1). Well produced, the song ‘Back With a Bang,’ which returns to the urgent and raw punk sound of the band’s first incarnation, celebrates the fact that the skinhead movement had suffered the ‘slings and arrows’ of the media and survived, and as a result was stronger than before.

The lyrics also resonated with patriotism as yet unheard on vinyl from a skinhead band, perhaps with the exception of the Last Resort. Ian Stuart was proud of his country and the skinhead way of life. For Ian Stuart, the skinhead way of life was one of clean living, a life without drugs and glue-sniffing.

On the flip side of the 12″ single was a new version of the old Skrewdriver classic ‘I Don’t Like You,’ which had first appeared on All Skrewed Up some five years previous. This old Skrewdriver song, one of the more popular songs off the album, was re-recorded at the behest of Micky and Margaret at the Last Resort, who wanted to showcase Skrewdriver’s earlier material to a new skinhead audience. The 12″ sold well, entering the Independent charts, even receiving a favourable review in Sounds, but again the question of the band’s politics reared its ugly head: ‘I’m still not convinced by this lot after their fascist faux pas in the days of yore. Ian Stuart’s claims to be apolitical tend to vary depending on the time of day and, more precisely, how many pints he’s had. But, that said, this is a pretty strong comeback (much better than their wimpy version of ‘Anti-Social’). It’s more poppy rock ‘n’ roll than wild untamed terrace-punk, made dirtier by Ian’s great growled vocals which sound positively Slade-ish on the chorus. More guitar and they’d have been well away.’

Clearly the music establishment was not prepared to forgive and forget the band’s past transgressions. Ian Stuart responded by writing an open letter to Sounds: ‘I read your review of ‘Back With a Bang’ in Sounds and it seemed a fair, unbiased review. However, I cannot understand the necessity to mention fascism every time our name is brought up. Skrewdriver are not a political band and none of us are involved in politics. I cannot understand where you get the ridiculous idea that anyone who wears a Union Jack is some sort of a Nazi.’ Ian Stuart was playing a dangerous double game, for he was still heavily involved with the National Front. His politics would continue to develop like those of the NF.

Anyway, to herald the return of the band and promote the 12″ single, Skrewdriver played two gigs at the world-famous 100 Club on Oxford Street. The band rehearsed for three solid days before the first gig on Thursday, October 7. Admission was by invitation only. Fitz was there. Before the gig he met up for a drink with Ian Stuart at the Duke of Wellington in Wardour Street. They walked up to the 100 Club from there.

Back With A Bang!

Back with a bang now!

Do you remember in summer back in 1978?

When they reckoned that the skin'eads' days were numbered

And the papers dripped with liquid hate

Being patriotic's not the fashion so they say

To fly your country's flag's a crime

Society tried its best to kill you

But the spirit lives until the end of time

Back with a bang, now!

Back with the gang, now!

Back with a bang, now!

Back with gang, now! 2 - 3 - 4!

Reckoned every skinhead was a bad man

Enough to make an honest man be sick

And they filled the papers with this rubbish every day

Never missed a dirty little trick, what did I say...

And still today they keep on lying

Four years on and they still ain't learned

That the skinhead way of life is getting stronger every day

And we are never gonna turn!

White Power 7" EP

Practicing in a small East London studio run by Mark Sutherland, Ian Stuart started to introduce more and more politically aware songs such as ‘White Power,’ ‘Smash the I.R.A.’, ‘Tomorrow Belongs to Me’ and ‘Don’t Let Them Pull You Down.’

As for Skrewdriver's concert front, again Ian Stuart walked onto the stage draped in a Union Jack and in between the inconvenience of the songs, spoke out against the IRA, the ‘traitors in government,’ CND, the left, and immigration. Gary Bushell, the features editor for Sounds, was singled out for special attention. Ian Stuart announced: ‘This one is about a bloke who’s tried to stop us. Gary Bushell is a cunt. This one’s called “I Don’t Like You”.’ The following month Bulldog gave extensive coverage to the concert of April 1983. Writing under the pen name of Captain Truth, Joe Pearce used the Editorial to champion Skrewdriver, ‘a band with guts’: ‘In the past, bands have supported the National Front at first, but have sold out as soon as they got recognition. The fact is that the music business is dominated by middle-class trendies and rich capitalists who support multi-racialism. It therefore takes a band with real guts to stand up for the White working class in such a hostile environment. Skrewdriver are such a band - we salute their courage!’ Bulldog no. 33, May 1983. When asked in Bulldog why he had publicly come out in support of the NF, Ian Stuart replied: ‘I know a lot of bands who are members of the National Front or other Nationalist organizations. They just daren’t admit it. That would be it. They just wouldn’t get any more press. I mean it’s a Marxist media, the music press. We gave them an excuse to slag us off by being patriotic. It doesn’t bother us though. We still get the biggest following of all skinhead bands. They called our audience ‘morons.’ In the end I got fed up with it. I couldn’t see anything wrong with being a Nationalist. It was natural to me. That’s when we thought we might as well go the whole way.’

The same edition of Bulldog attacked Gary Bushell, described by Bulldog as Skrewdriver’s ‘biggest enemy’: ‘Bushell declared war on Ian Stuart and on the other members of the band as soon as they refused to toe the line. Ever since then he has done everything he can to ruin the band’s chance of succeeding. He put a news blackout on anything to do with Skrewdriver appearing in Sounds. He banned Skrewdriver from advertising their future gigs in Sounds. He blackmailed record shops, such as Small Wonder records, by threatening to black their adverts in his paper if they didn’t stop selling the group’s records. Finally he tried to get Skrewdriver banned from playing live dates by making threatening phone calls to the owners of all venues where the band have played. In short, Bushell has declared all-out war on Skrewdriver. But if Bushell wants war he can have it. The white backlash in the music industry is just beginning.’ Ibid. Gary Bushell later appeared on the Bulldog blacklist, accused of not giving ‘White Youths the right of reply to his lies in Sounds.’ To redress this situation, Bulldog thoughtfully printed his home address so that ‘we can reply to his lies by writing to him personally’! Bulldog no. 34, August 1983. Ian Stuart had another reason for coming out in support of the NF, explaining years later: ‘Bands like the Redskins and the Newtown Neurotics were being praised by the music press for their obvious left-wing and anti-British policies. I just thought, oh sod it, if they can do it, so can we and that’s when we decided to release ‘White Power’ for the NF.’ And so it came to pass that the Bulldog edition of May 1983 announed Skrewdriver’s next single as ‘White Power,’ which, arguably, would have made it the first ever nationalist vinyl offering, if it were not for the Ovaltinees, who continued to do things very much their own way.

Shortly after the Ovaltinees released their British Justice 7″, Skrewdriver released the ‘White Power’ 7″ on White Noise Records, a record label set up by Joe Pearce and Patrick Harrington and financed by the National Front, even though this new patriotic record label was initially announced as ‘independent.’ The single was also partly financed by Mickey French and the deal was apparently done in the Last Resort shop. Promo shots were taken of a girl wearing a Young National Front T-shirt holding a copy of the single, but never used. The girl was a member of the Newham NF branch. The single was made available from the National Front shop in Croydon which also provided a mail order service, from one or two record shops prepared to stock it, and from National Front paper sellers at Brick Lane market.

The single comprises three tracks and even features Joe Pearce on backing vocals. Unfortunately, White Noise made a mistake on the back cover and named Mark (Sutherland) as the drummer and not Geoff. While on the subject of the back cover, David Webster is in the crowd shot; he spotted himself from the tattoos he has on his arms. Anyway, according to a RAC advertisement placed in Bulldog: ‘This record is guaranteed to give the reds in the music business the shock of their lives.’ That was an understatement! ‘White Power’ was a complete revelation, unlike any record which had gone before. The image on the front cover of a clenched white fist against a black background is visually striking, as well as powerful, direct and defiant. The lyrics were overtly racist and nationalist. This time there was no holding back.

Ian Stuart believed that the face of Britain had changed for the worse and the rising crime gripping Britain ‘was due to the degeneration of society, speeded up by the massive immigration into this country of so many inferior cultures, who introduce such “benefits” as drugs, mugging, rioting, looting, and rape.’ ‘White Power’ was Ian Stuart’s warning to white British people to wake up to the prospect of racial suicide and fight back against this insanity, which has gone far enough. For Stuart, it was a life-and-death struggle. He hoped that an uprising of white youth would stave off defeat and return Britain once more to the white British people, his people. Interview with Ian Stuart, fanzine The Truth at Last no. 9, late 1986. The politically charged second track, ‘Smash the IRA,’ needs no explanation. The third track, ‘Shove the Dove,’ was written by Ian Stuart ‘as a joke.’ Musically, this single has the tunes, upbeat, catchy and punky tunes at that, but the production is sadly lacking. Even Ian Stuart had to acknowledge: ‘I think it could have been mixed better. It’s a very weak mix.’ Produced and engineered by Mark Sutherland in his East London studio, near Bow Street tube station, this single was his very first musical production and his studio at that time was only four-track. Nevertheless, Mark Sutherland was proud of it. He once told a London magazine: ‘I was really happy with it. It was my first single. I stuck it on the wall in a black frame and I remember friends coming in and not liking it at all. I didn’t really appreciate that. I didn’t really think about whether it was offensive.’ . Many, however, found the single offensive. Indeed, Gavin Martin, who reviewed the single for the NME, said that the single was ‘the ugliest and most evil deployment of youth music I’ve ever come across.’ Despite the hostility of the music press and a lack of distribution, the single sold well. Arguably, a bit of controversy never hurts. Such was the demand for the single that it was re-pressed at least three times. Some copies were stickered with a White Noise Records contact address in East London. There was even great demand for the single from Europe, Germany in particular.

I myself (Jäsä) got an never played first pressing of WP Ep from Max Hammer, he was living in The UK the first few years of 1980's working with the NF until he was kicked out of the country for his political activities. However, he also spent time with Ian, visited his tiny bedsit, went to a few Skrewdriver gigs as well. When the WP Ep came out of the press, Ian handed 25 copies to Max Hammer, of which he kept two to himself, and gave me the other-one, only to be stolen when I was serving my four years prison sentence by "SkateSociety"'s 'Pernod. That vermin turncoat vermin!

White Power

(I made a video of this song in 1989 and it was shown in nationwide tv and even Ian Stuart liked it/Jäsä) 

White power 1 - 2 - 3 - 4!

I stand and watch my country, going down the drain,

We are all at fault now, we are all to blame,

We're letting them take over, we just let 'em come,

Once we had an Empire, and now we've got a slum!

White Power! For England,

White Power! Today,

White Power! For Britain,

Before it gets too late!

Well we've seen a lot of riots, we just sit and scoff,

We've seen a lot of muggings, and the judges let 'em off!

Well we've gotta do something, to try and stop the rot,

And the traitors that have used us, they should all be shot!

Are we gonna sit and let them come?

Have they got the White man on the run?

Multi-racial society is a mess!

We ain't gonna take much more of this,

What do we need?

Well if we don't win our battle, and all does not go well,

It's apocalypse for Britain, and we'll see you all in hell!

Smash The I.R.A.

On the streets of Ulster, the battle rages on

British people fighting for their land

Fought in two world wars for us, fought and died for Britain

Gotta help them, support the Red Hand

Smash! Smash! The IRA!

Smash! Smash! The IRA!

Smash! Smash! The IRA!

Remember the victims of their bombs

Gotta change our policies and hang the IRA

Let the Army deal with them their way

Corrupt politicians and sniveling left-wing scum

Are quite content to let them get away

Come on Ulster!

IRA supporters are marching on our streets

Are we gonna let them spread their lies?

Are we gonna let them march or are we gonna smash them?

Laughing while the British people die

Come on Ulster!

Shove The Dove

Don’t wanna talk about the dove of peace

It’s just another butcher with a blue eyed peace

Congratulate itself while the people die

Just to win one election doesn’t fly

You can talk about a thing called love

While the bombs rain down from above.

You can talk about a thing called love

While the bombs rain down from above.

You can talk about a thing called love,

And you can shove your fucking Dove! Up your ASS!

Where was the dove flying in Belize

Where was the dove when the cannon shoots

Lots of poor people are sick in the end

Where was the dove fighting round the bend

Where was the dove in the Falkland Island

Where was the dove hiding in Northern Ireland

Where was the dove in Afghanistan

When the Russian bastards gave everyone their hand!

Voice Of Britain 7" EP

Maintaining their momentum, Skrewdriver followed ‘White Power’ with the ‘Voice of Britain’ 7″, also released on White Noise Records (catalogue number WN 2). Better produced than ‘White Power,’ the new single featured two fast and furious punk songs, which are immediate, very listenable, catchy and memorable. Ian Stuart thought the tunes were an improvement on ‘White Power.’ The slogan ‘Voice of Britain’ may have been inspired by the British Movement journal British Patriot which described itself as the ‘Voice of Britain.’ Lyrically, ‘Voice of Britain’ starts by lamenting the decline of Britain, a country no longer fit for heroes.

The original lyrics to the last verse, deemed too hostile towards the (((ewws))) and too sympathetic towards Hitler and the Third Reich, were rewritten to spare the blushes of the National Front. The original lyrics to the last verse were as follows: "Now we have a go at the outlaw state of Israeli And all the (((ewwish))) Zionists that like to keep us quiet, Start a war with Germany, and gave away our Empire Remember Adolf Hitler, remember Crystal Night.". Ian Stuart refused to recognise the state of Israel, remarking in one interview: ‘There is no such place. I only recognise Palestine…’ Yes, he disliked, even hated the (((ewws))). He was convinced that the (((ewws))) controlled the world banking systems and the news media.

It was becoming increasingly apparent that Stuart, who had started political life as a patriot with a particular dislike for mass immigration and communism, had ‘converted’ to National Socialism whose central tenets were racism and anti-Semitism. Many years would pass before Stuart finally and publicly admitted that he greatly admired Hitler because of ‘his massive commitment to the cause and his refusal to water down his policies in the face of massive (((ewwish)))-controlled hostility.’

The B-side, the heartfelt ‘Sick Society,’ was inspired by the murder of Albert Mariner in May 1983, as Ian Stuart explains: " Albert Mariner, who was a pensioner from East London and a National Front member, attended a legal election meeting in Tottenham. The meeting was attacked by a mob of Blacks, who were wound up by the Labour Party, including the mayor, and they bricked the Nationalist demonstrators. One brick hit Mr. Mariner on the head and he died early the next morning in hospital. The authorities refused to hold an inquiry and said he died of natural causes, which, of course, is absolute rubbish. The song is about his life, and his death, and about why they refused to hold an inquiry".

Albert Mariner actually died at home, after being released from hospital. The NF circulated press statements to all major newspapers and agencies, but nothing appeared in print. The NF claimed the police launched a cover-up operation rather than face the prospect of ‘having to arrest Blacks for his murder and damaging community relations.’ Furthermore, NF demands for a public inquiry into the murder of Albert Mariner were refused.

Voice Of Britain

Walking 'round streets, hand-in-hand with fear

No-one can tell what is 'round the bend

Don't side with the other side, 'cos if you do we'll find you

Want to know exactly if you classify as friends

'Cause this is the voice (the voice), the voice (the voice) of Britain

And you better believe it

The voice (the voice), the voice (the voice) of Britain

Come on and fly the flag now!

It's a time when our old people cannot walk the streets alone

Fought for this nation is this all they get back?

Risked their lives for Britain, but now Britain belongs to aliens

'Bout time that the British went and took their Britain back

Now we'll have a go at the TV and the papers

And all the media Zionists that like to keep us quiet

Trying to bleed our country, they're the leeches of the nation

We won't give up quickly, we're going to stand and fight!

Sick Society (Albert Mariner R.I.P.)

You risked your life for this country when you were young

Never questioned orders that they gave

'Cos the love of the Red White and Blue was in your heart

And I never thought I'd ever see the day, when I'd hear you say

Now look at a sick society, look back in time

Now look at a sick society, who commits the crime?

You did your time for King & Country overseas

Spent years to keep this nation free

Now you're not allowed to walk the British streets today

And you're fighting 'gainst a foe you cannot see, and I hear you say

When you wanna march in a democratic fashion

Through the streets of the country that you love

Then you're struck down by a mob of screaming monkeys

Raining with bricks from above, and I hear you say

We remember the things that you have done

Against all odds you would not run

We remember the life you gladly gave

Put an English Rose upon your grave

Now you have died, whilst fighting for your country

Fighting 'gainst an enemy that's within

Now I'll make a promise to your memory, Albert Mariner

We'll keep on fighting, until we win

Yeah, we'll never forget you

... and what happened to the inquiry?

This is White Noise 7″ EP

In early 1984 White Noise Records released a compilation single entitled This is White Noise (catalogue number WN3), featuring songs by Skrewdriver, Brutal Attack, The Diehards and ABH. The single was available from the NF shop in Croydon at the cost of £ 1.50 plus 20p for postage.

The front cover introduced the record-buying public to the Celtic Cross, also known as ‘Odin’s Cross.’ The Celtic Cross is an ancient symbol and like all symbols has many different meanings. Indeed, there is a world of difference between the Celtic Cross as a cultural symbol and the Celtic Cross as a political symbol. New Dawn, the Young National Front paper which replaced Bulldog, described the Celtic Cross as ‘the Ancient Symbol of Europe’ and ‘the symbol of the National Revolution,’ which represents ‘our Race, our Faith, and our Past and our Future.’ More generally, for many nationalists and skinheads, the Celtic Cross simply represents white power and pride.

The Skrewdriver contribution to this comp was ‘When the Boat Comes In,’ which was originally titled ‘Nigg3r, Nigg3r.’ Ian Stuart may have described this song as a ‘good tune,’ as well as ‘sort of rock-n-roll,’ but the mixing is a real shocker. The lyrics are extreme and direct.

According to Ian Stuart, ‘When the Boat Comes In’ is about ‘the influx of immigrants into this country and the effect it’s had on Britain,’ leaving many white people feeling as though they are second-class citizens in their own country. The song also calls for repatriation of all immigrants, which might even involve ‘a little bloodshed.’ To justify the forced repatriation of all immigrants, Ian Stuart argued that this would actually prevent greater bloodshed in the future; Ian Stuart was convinced that if the immigrants stayed eventually there would be a race war.

When The Boat Comes In

Take no shit from anyone 'cos Great Britain rules

We fight the communists, 'cos communists are fools

Try to take our nation, and give it to the blacks

We won't take it anymore, we're gonna take our nation back...and we say:

Nigger, nigger, get on that boat

Nigger, nigger, row

Nigger, nigger, get out of here

Nigger, nigger, go, go, go...

They riot on the British streets, they're burning down our land

But the fools in government put money in their hands

Give them money, give them jobs, ignore the British Whites

We won't stand and watch our land be taken without a fight

Nigger nigger out out! x4

We've got to love this land of ours, and fight to keep it white

Never going to give it up, 'cos we know we're in the right

And if they try to take it we will fight them to the death

And in the end, the White man wins, 'cos there won't be no rest!

Hail the New Dawn LP

All things considered, Skrewdriver had survived the trials and tribulations of the past year (1983). They had been blacklisted by the music industry for standing up for race and nation and yet they had managed to release a single. Despite the growing attention of the police and the reds, they had still managed to play live again and again. And remarkably, even though they sharply divided opinion, they were now more popular than ever. Lastly, over the past year, the band had been busy in the studio, recording a number of demos. The most important and best demo of the year, commonly referred to as the ‘Hail the New Dawn’ demo, showcased a number of new songs that would later appear on the Hail the New Dawn album. It is not known if the demos were made available for sale, but it’s doubted. They were later bootlegged widely.

Skrewdriver had pretty much fallen apart by the start of 1984. Bass player Mark French said of his decision to leave the band: ‘I had always wanted to join the Army and songs like ‘Smash the IRA’ sort of gave me the push to go and do it. About that time, the band split anyway, the drummer had enough of the hassle they were getting, the guitarist fell in love, and they couldn’t get gigs and it all seemed to be grinding to a halt. Only Ian would carry on because he was Skrewdriver and there was always budding musicians waiting to fill the gaps. We’d done our bit and it seemed time to make way for the next generation.’ -Interview with Mark French by Ainaskin and NS Revolt, 2013.

Ian Stuart continued on, recording a new album with a new line-up. Released in the summer of 1984, Hail the New Dawn became the first of many Skrewdriver releases on Rock-O-Rama Records (catalogue number RRR 46). In a deal with Rock-O-Rama Records, and potentially a very profitable one, White Noise became the sole UK distributor of the Hail the New Dawn LP and the subsequent ‘Invasion’ 7″. The line-up for Hail the New Dawn was Ian Stuart on vocals, Adam Douglas on guitar, Murray Holmes on bass and Mark Sutherland on drums. Stuart had met the Australian Adam Douglas at the Last Resort shop. Adam Douglas said of joining the band:" Well I was on a train coming back from the Crown and Cushion, and a couple of mates said they heard Lester and Frenchy were leaving the band. So I went to the Last Resort shop next day and Ian was sitting there. So I said: ‘Do you need a guitarist?’ Well, I said ‘Do you need a bassist?’ as I changed over to the bass for a while. He said yeah we do. Then a little later, he said: ‘We can’t get a guitarist, would you do that instead’? So I said yeah, I ain’t played it for a while, but yeah alright and that’s how I joined Skrewdriver".

Murray Holmes, a fellow Australian who had played previously with the nationalist skinhead band Quick and the Dead, was invited to join Skrewdriver. Holmes said of this:" I returned back to London in 1984. Two weeks before I was about to leave I received a letter from Adam Douglas telling me to bring my bass guitar with me because I was to play with Skrewdriver. I knew Adam very well when he was in Perth as he was a follower of Quick and the Dead. Although he hung around with Mods in Perth, he frequented the Quick and the Dead gigs. I arrived in London and stayed around the corner from Ian’s bedsit at the Ferndale hotel. Adam greeted me at Victoria train station telling me Ian was in jail in Germany and would be back in London in a couple of days. Somehow Ian was arrested at a Free Rudolf Hess march. A couple of days passed and I got a knock on my door, then Ian was down in the street. He had arrived back from Europe and his first words were ‘welcome to the band'".

The very next day Holmes, Stuart and Douglas went to meet Mark Sutherland at his studio to begin recording. Holmes described Sutherland as a ‘great bloke, helpful, polite and full of enthusiasm.’ They had much in common: both had the same day job as refrigeration technicians. Sutherland was now on drums. Stuart had persuaded Sutherland, who had been standing in for the increasingly unreliable Geoff Williams, to join the band on a more permanent basis. Sutherland may not have been a skinhead, but he did have a very respectable rock pedigree. The production and sound quality on Hail the New Dawn is, to put it kindly, very poor. Some songs, not many though, have a certain rough charm. Ian Stuart even admitted that he only liked ‘just under half the songs on the album.’ Most songs could be described as punk, but there are two or three which are more rock-oriented. Compared to the covers of the two singles which preceded Hail the New Dawn, the front cover of this album, a drawing of a Viking shore raid by 'bockwurst eater' Nicky Crane, is disappointing (Ian penned a song of Crane with that title when it came obvious as what he really was).

Perhaps it would have been better to have gone with the first idea suggested by Ian Stuart of a photo of the ‘Battle of Lewisham,’ August 1977, showing the National Front battling opponents, mainly drawn from the left and far left. After the NF march, the police attempted to clear the local area of the counter-demonstrators, which erupted into violence and rioting ensued. Such was the ferocity of the violence that it was the first time the police used riot shields on the mainland. Over two hundred people were arrested. None were from the NF. Indeed, the Daily Express stated, ‘We have no time or sympathy for the Front… All the same, the Front does not go in for violent attacks on the police or on authority.’ Over one hundred people, including 55 police officers, were injured. Both the NF and the Left, who accused the police of protecting the NF, claimed Lewisham as a victory. The landing from the Viking longship on the front cover of the album may have been inspired by a similar landing scene on the front cover of the children’s book The Time Traveller Book of Viking Raiders published in 1978. The lyrics to ‘Hail the New Dawn’ were inspired (or stolen in part if you prefer) from the British Union of Fascists’ Anthem, which was actually sung to the music of the ‘Horst Wessel Lied,’ the anthem of the NSDAP.

Nicky Cra..err, Bockwurst Eater wrote the lyrics to the track, ‘Justice,’ based on personal experience as Ian Stuart explained: ‘The lyrics are about Nicky’s case, when he was sent to jail for four years for leading a British Movement gang who were retaliating for attacks by blacks upon themselves. Of course, the way ‘justice’ is in this country, they got the blame and they got sent to jail. But, although Nicky wrote the lyrics, the words apply to virtually all Nationalist political prisoners around the world.’ Another good friend by the name of 'Mad' Matty Morgan penned the lyrics to ‘Race and Nation.’ He was one of the British Movement gang jailed with Nicky Crane for ‘fighting for the land he loved.’

Hail the New Dawn was made available through the National Front shop. Nationalism Today, the National Front magazine, reviewed the album and said: ‘"It is the idealistic dreams and aspirations of Skrewdriver that makes the band hated by the rock music establishment".

Hail the New Dawn

... Hail!

... Hail!

... Hail!

Comrades, the voices of the dead battalions.

Of those who fell, that Europe might be great.

Join in our song, for they still march in spirit with us and urge us on that we gain the national state.

The streets are still, the final battle has ended, flushed with the fight, we proudly hail the dawn.

See over the streets, the white man’s emblem is waving.

Triumphant standards of a race reborn.

Blood of our blood, spirit of our spirit, sprang from that soil, for who’s sake they bled.

Against the vested powers, Red front, and mass reaction.

We lead the fight for the freedom and for bread.

The streets are still, the final battle has ended, flushed with the fight, we proudly hail the dawn.

See over the streets, the white man’s emblem is waving.

Triumphant standards of a race reborn.

Hail the new dawn!

Hail the new dawn!

Hail the new dawn!

Hail the new dawn!

People who we trusted, again have let us down.

Jailing men of this country, for fighting for our land.

We will fight forever, until the end releases us.

Never gonna submit to no six point master plan.

The streets are still, the final battle has ended, flushed with the fight, we proudly hail the dawn.

See over the streets, the white man’s emblem is waving.

Triumphant standards of a race reborn.

Hail the new dawn!

Hail the new dawn!

Hail the new dawn!

Hail the new dawn!

... Hail ... !

Our Pride Is Our Loyalty

This is our land, the European man

So where are you, a land so fair and true

I guess we didn't know

Who was up there running the show

But I can tell you it ain't you or me

A weak land, is an also ran

Yeah we must be strong, and have a common bond

Our pride is our loyalty

Our pride is our loyalty

Our pride is our loyalty to our land

For the blood and soil, of the lands they toiled

And kept the banners high, and fought the alien lies

Before The Night Falls

They come here to this country from the jungles and from trees

The traitors in the parliament give them a better deal

Spend the nation's money, to cater to their needs

They all accept our charity, then bite the hand that feeds

Before the night falls, heed the White call

Before the night falls, when the reaper calls you

Our forefathers fought in two world wars, they thought to keep us free

But I'm not sure that in those wars, who was our enemy

The Zionists own the media, and they're known for telling lies

And I could see, that it could be, we fought on the wrong side

European unity, the North Teutonic dream

To scoop to save humanity, leave Europe with the cream

But now our once proud Europe, looks like a melting pot

But melting pots boil over, and it's getting pretty hot

Justice

My knees feel weak as I'm led from the dock

My poor mother's screams numb me with shock

One by one, they lock us all away

Trumped up charges is the game they play

Call that justice, well it just ain't fair,

How much longer before you care

Call that justice from an alien judge

Jailed for fighting for the land you love

Locked in a cell, you're shackled in chains

Lost all your dignity, but trying to keep sane

A degrading regime if you speak your mind

If you don't agree they'll give you time

Call this democracy, the land of free speech

Equality and freedom is what they preach

Here's the reality, an alien state

Locking up patriots behind camp gates

(lyrics by "Bockwurst Eater")

Race And Nation

I believe in the White race

A race apart, we've got a mile start

I believe in my country

It's where I belong, it's where I'll stay

For my Race and Nation

(x4)

This old nation's in the hand of fools

Using people as political tools

If you stand up and you say that they're wrong

They'll put you inside, and say that's where you belong

Something's got to change right now

The White race is going down and how

I'm not trying to depress you

Because I believe, we're going to pull through

Flying The Flag

We live on the streets now, we fight for our lives

We fight for the flag now, we're all willing to die

We don't run from anyone, we never back down

If we see a Red flag, we tear it to the ground

Flying the flag, we fight the Red peril

Flying the flag, we'll fight 'till we die

Flying the flag, we'll never give up now

Flying the flag, we hold our heads high

Survival is our life, we live from day to day

You never know who you're going to meet in our money making state

Everybody lives here now, the dustbin of the world

An unwelcome pool of labour, with our promises of pearls

For so long now, we've heard their lies

When will they heed our people's cries

When our people take that bitter pill

If the Reds don't kill you, the rich man will.

Take it from me now, we haven't got long

Just follow your feelings, the media's always wrong

They're making up stories, to cover themselves

They're lining they're pockets with the nation's hard earned wealth

If There's A Riot

Walking down the street, avoiding the cops

With size ten boots, and a number one crop

People avoid you as you pass by

Only the smart ones know the media lies

If there's a riot, in here tonight

If you try it, in here tonight

If there's a riot, in here tonight

That's bad news

Read the latest slander in the daily news

Whatever lies that the editors choose

Stories concocted in a liar's lair

How could we do it, when we weren't there

You'll find yourself banned from everywhere

You'll find the criticism real hard to bear

Keep a strong will, hold your head up high

Make sure skinheads never die

Tomorrow Belongs To Me

The sun on the meadow is summery warm

The stag in the forest runs free

But gathered together to greet the storm

Tomorrow belongs to me

Tomorrow belongs to me

The branch on the linden is leafy and green

The Rhine gives it's gold to the sea

But somewhere a glory awaits unseen

Tomorrow belongs to me

Tomorrow belongs to me

The babe in his cradle is closing his eyes

The blossom embraces the bee

But soon says the whisper, arise, arise

Tomorrow belongs to me

Tomorrow belongs to me

Now Fatherland, Fatherland, show us the sign

Your children have waited to see

The morning will come when the world is mine

Tomorrow belongs to me

Tomorrow belongs to me

Europe Awake

Europe what have they got to do to make you come alive

What has happened to the heritage that once was yours and mine

A capitalistic economy, the communists roam the streets

The old people aren't safe outside, what solution do we seek

Europe awake, for the white man's sake

Europe awake, before it's too late

Europe awake, Europe awake now

We've got to get together soon, and take our nations back

The race board, and the traitorous politicians should be sacked

You can't turn on the TV because we know what we're going to see

Either moaning immigrants, or the lying C.N.D.

We've got to get together now, and wage our nation's fights

If we don't act quickly, we're going to face the endless night

We've got to take our nations back, from all the traitorous scum

You'd better believe it, our day will soon have to come

Soldier Of Freedom

I don't fight for the money, don't fight for blood

I'm fighting for freedom, I know where I'm stood

I fight for the nations, that haven't yet died

I fight to stop Russia, creating a world of sighs

I'm a soldier of freedom

I'm a soldier of freedom

A soldier of freedom fights Reds

I fought in the Congo, stood against the Reds

I fought in Angola, but the Red disease, it spread

I fought in Rhodesia, against the media's pets,

Now I see democracy suspended by it's neck

I fought in Afghanistan, but the tentacles spread

I'm surprised at the speed with which the people forget

We're sending Russia food now, feeding Russia grain

I hope it ain't your land, when Russia invades again, and they will!

Skrew You

Hey you up there in your office

Hiding in your private little nest

Trying to tell the people what to listen to

But you clutch the Red flag to your breast

Skrew you, a stranger to the truth

Skrew you, twisting all our words

Skrew you, an upper class worker

Skrew you, to me you're just absurd

I can see right through your image

You're just another wealthy fake

You'll never break your social circle

Because your scared for your own safety's sake

I had read these stories, never really knew

Never really believed them, but now I know they're true

People always told me, never trust a creep like you

And now I've read your stories, I just say skrew you

You claim you're speaking for the people

Exactly which ones do you mean

A beret on your head, red star upon your collar

You don't speak for people on the streets

Pennies From Heaven

Walking 'round the streets, one place to another

I feel like I lost out on a will

No you don't come here

Yes you've got to go there as well

Wait here a minute, but I've been here three hours

My legs are aching 'cos the seats have all gone

Hey you over there, there's a cubicle spare

So come 'ere

Honey, I need money

Money to find my way

I ain't had a bite since Saturday night

And that is now three days

She looked at me like I'm some sort of beggar

You know it's hard to keep your temper at times

We don't know if to pay you 'cos

Your being out of work is a crime, yes a crime.

We decided after thinking, your career is sinking

So we'll offer you a twenty a week

Who was it that said, it was the Bible I read

Said the ones that inherit are meek

One minute I'm in Camden, the next I'm in Euston

They they send me back to Kentish Town

I've completed lap two, there's a hole in my shoe

And I'm down, yes I'm down

It's been such an ordeal, and the way that I feel

When I get a letter next day

Saying there's something down here, that we need to clear up

And if you don't come, you don't get paid

Power From Profit

It's time to face the music, we've let our country down

Upon the face of our nation, there seems to be a frown

Once we were all proud man of this green and pleasant land,

But we've lost alot of tears over you

Very soon our time will come, our nation's doom will toll

They've bought up all our industries, and they've tried to buy our souls

And then our nation's working men, will be the rich man's slaves

Yes, we've lost alot of tears over you

It's power from profit, they're buying our souls

It's power from profit, puts you on the dole

It's power from profit, a good job's hard to find

It's power from profit, they'll soon own our minds

I think it's time our people stood together all as one

And took back all our nation's wealth when the profiteers have gone

Our working men would be fairly paid, for all their sweat and toil

Yes, we've lost alot of tears over you

It's power from profit, the capitalist's a thief

If he stands against us, he better stay out of our reach

We will fight against them with a hammer and a gun

And when our people start to rise, the traitor's time will come

And when our time has finally come, and we've gained our brave new world

The people stand and hail the dawn, the banners are unfurled

We've got to be on guard to see that they don't come again

Because we've lost alot of tears over you

Free My Land

I stand and watch my country today

It's so easy to see that it's being taken away

All the immigrants and all the left wing lies

Why does no one ever ask the reason why

(Chorus)

We were the country that had everything

We were the country, Rule Britannia we would sing

We were the country, and we could never lose,

Once a nation, and now we're run by Jews

We want our country back now!

It's time our people stood together side by side

It's time we stood and fought against the media's lies

The capitalists and the communists, well they co-exist

If you love your country, you'll be on their list

The sands of time are running out for this land

It's time the people stood and raised their hands

It's time we drove out the traitors that we can see

Now is the time this nation should be free, free my land

Invasion 7" Single

Hard on the heels of the Hail the New Dawn LP Rock-O-Rama Records released the excellent two-track ‘Invasion’ 7″ (catalogue number RRR 47), which was also stocked by the National Front shop. Some copies come with a picture sleeve with the same motif that appeared on the back sleeve of the ‘White Power’ 7″. As for the lyrics, ‘Invasion’ condemns the 1979 Soviet invasion of Afghanistan, though Ian Stuart was quick to point out:‘Not that I particularly like Afghans, but it’s their country and they’re quite entitled to defend it against communist invasion.’ Some record collectors state that the first press of the ‘Invasion’ 7″ came with a picture sleeve. Others state that there was only one press with early copies receiving a picture sleeve. We shall never know for certain because Rock-O-Rama never divulged pressing details. ‘Invasion’ is backed with ‘On the Streets,’ a song about police harassment of skinheads, detached and uncaring politicians, and the media’s negative stereotyping of skinheads, with The Sun newspaper singled out for mention. Ian Stuart complained bitterly: " "Basically skinheads are an easy nicking as far as the police are concerned. They can nick a skinhead and no one is going to stand up for him like they would for a black. There are no left-wing lawyers or Labour politicians to stand up for a skinhead. Then, when a skinhead goes to court, the jury, believing all the lies they read about skinheads in the papers, automatically find him guilty. He’s got no chance. The song is about the police being a gang on our streets, which, when it comes down to it, is what they are". If there was a particular reason behind singling out The Sun newspaper and Garry Bushell had not yet joined The Sun is unknown. The last verse of ‘On the Streets’ tries to reassure that not all skinheads share their media stereotype. Indeed, many on the right were still wary of skinheads.

Later that year, Ian Stuart was moved to defend NF skinheads against a derogatory article which had actually appeared in a right-wing publication. He wrote to the National Front magazine Nationalism Today:" I am writing to you in the hope that you will print my reply to a certain article by Ivan somebody or other, which was printed in a recent edition of a magazine called Spearhead. I checked that the magazine was not another left-wing smear mag and found that it was printed by a small group of conservatives called the British National Party. In the article it was suggested that a lot of NF Skinheads sniff glue. I have been a Skinhead for a long time and have also been involved with the NF for five years, and in that time have only met one Skinhead who associated himself with the Front who actually sniffed glue. In my opinion this is a completely disgusting habit and should be stamped out. It is also well known that most people who sniff glue are not Skinheads and are most definitely not associated with the NF. It does, however, seem to me that the officials of the B.N.P. occasionally partake in a glue bag or two because they always seem to be suffering from double or treble vision when they describe how many people attend their meetings and marches".

Anyway, the ‘Invasion’ 7″ sold out quickly and was not kept in print by Rock-O-Rama Records. Arguably, the reason for this was financial; sales of singles generate very little profit.

INVASION

They came across the border in the middle of the night

It was much much worse in the cold daylight

There's hundreds of tanks and thousands of men

And helicopters buzzing right above your head

Oh no, it's an invasion, invasion

Oh no, it's an invasion, invasion

They're moving out of cities, they're moving out of towns

If you're caught resisting you're quickly mown down

Everybody's running, but they don't know where

So long as they escape, well they just don't care

You can't understand, why they murder your land

But you can't fight a tank with a stick

And you want to fight back, but the future is black

And the killing is making you sick

The tanks pass by, in a never ending line

Not a man or a woman is spared

And then you wonder why, no help does arrive

The world doesn't seem to care

You've formed a small resistance, you've got a few guns

You plan a small ambush, but you end up on the run

You're running through the foothills, but you'll never make your cave

You're just another rebel in an unmarked grave

ON THE STREETS

Walking down the subway, at the weekend

After a good night out on the town

There's gangs over here, gangs over there, well there's gangs everywhere

You'd better watch out now, if your on your own

It's the day of the boys dressed in blue

You'd better watch out if one of them looks at you

On the streets, of our towns

On the streets, all around

On the streets, everywhere

On the streets, it makes you scared

Standing in a concert, having a good time

Paid your money out to see the show

In come the cops, looking for trouble 'cos your white men

Would you believe that this was Britain '84

It's the day of the boys dressed in blue

You'd better watch out if one of them looks at you

You never see politicians out there standing on the streets

They don't care if your kids are fed or got shoes upon their feet

They don't know what's happening, they don't see what's going on

If they did, they'd all be screaming "What the hell is going on?!"

People seem to think if it's in The Sun they've got to believe it

Try to tar everybody with the same brush

Remember, birds of a feather don't always flock together these days

So don't get carried away by the sight of us

No Surrender! Vol.1 Compilation LP

In March 1985, Joe Pearce hired out Mark Sutherland’s studio in East London for one full week to record, engineer and produce material from nationalist bands for the compilation album No Surrender, a White Noise Records and Rock-O-Rama Records collaboration, which was released later that same year by Rock-O-Rama Records (catalogue number RRR 52). All of the material on this comp album was new to vinyl. The front cover artwork, which was first used on a poster by the National Front with the slogan ‘Britain for the British’ and then on the cover of National Front News issue 62 (1985), boldly announces ‘Featuring Skrewdriver and ten other bands.’ It comes as little surprise then that Skrewdriver kick off this album with the first of two well-received contributions, ‘Don’t Let Them Pull You Down.’ It was a call for, as Ian Stuart put it, ‘British Nationalists not to let the establishment tear their flag from them.’ The song also celebrates the recent British victory in the Falklands war over Argentina.

The second Skrewdriver contribution was ‘Tearing Down the Wall’ about the Berlin Wall, which divided Germany. Ian Stuart explained the song as follows:‘The Berlin Wall was built by the Communists to stop people escaping their ‘paradise,’ their ‘workers paradise’! That song was recorded for the album out of respect for our German comrades because we share their belief in a united Germany which can only help strengthen European ties.’ Ibid. The comp also features Brutal Attack, Public Enemy, the Diehards, New Dawn, Last Orders, Buzzard Bait, Indecent Exposure, Above the Ruins, the Final Sound and Ultima Thule from Sweden. While most bands were in the same musical vein, playing punk or Oi if you prefer, two were not: Above the Ruins played dark postpunk and Final Sound electro-pop. Even though Ian Stuart disliked ‘electronic’ bands, he recognised that different-sounding bands supporting the cause could get the message across to a different audience. Years later he would embrace this train of thought.

Don’t Let Them Pull You Down

You’re walking ’round the street and a van slows down.

They pull you off your feet and they knock you around.

Whoever they are. If it’s the Reds or the blues.

Well they spit on the flag when they take it out on you.

We’re flying the Union Jack and there ain’t nothing wrong with that.

We’re flying the Union Jack and there ain’t no turning back, white man.

Wherever you go, whatever you do.

You’re always getting picked on for your Red White and Blue.

The judges in the pocket.

The best that money buys and the other sort of leaders who wave a Red flag.

We’re flying the Union Jack and there ain’t nothing wrong with that.

We’re flying the Union Jack and there ain’t no turning back, white man.

Don’t let ’em pull you down. Don’t let ’em pull you down.

Don’t let ’em pull you down. Don’t let ’em pull you down.

Listen Argentina. We smashed you cause you tried to have your own way with the Red, White and Blue.

And if you try again, we’re gonna go for your throat.

We will rule the waves.

We’ve still got the boats.

We’re flying the Union Jack and there ain’t nothing wrong with that.

We’re flying the Union Jack and there ain’t no turning back, white man.

Don’t let ’em pull you down.

Don’t let ’em pull you down.

Don’t let ’em pull you down.

Don’t let ’em pull you down.

Tearing Down the Wall

It’s been a long wait now, 1945.

Lot of people’ve paid for it with their lives.

Those people have risked it, to unite their blood.

To tear it down, if only they could.

Tearing down the wall.

Got to see it fall.

Strength of Europe’s people, gave reds their live.

Now Europe starts to hear, its people’s cries.

The Allies are playing with European blood.

It seems like a game of chess, from where I’m stood.

Tearing down the wall.

Got to see it fall.

We’re tearing, yeah tearing, tearing down the wall.

Got to, got to, we’ve got to see it fall.

We’re tearing, we’re tearing, tearing down the wall.

We’ve got to, we’ve got to, we’ve got to see it fall.

It’s been there for too long, try to tear it down.

Lots of Marxist strongholds all around.

European people, should reign in peace, not be controlled by the terror from the East.

Tearing down the wall.

Got to see it fall.

Tearing down the wall.

Got to see it fall.

Blood And Honour LP

Skrewdriver now entered the studio to record an album entitled Blood and Honour, as well as two other tracks intended for release as a 7″ single. The Skrewdriver line-up for these recordings was Ian Stuart on vocals, Australian Adam Douglas on guitar, Italian Steve J. Drakos on bass, Paul Swain on guitar and Mark Sutherland on drums.

In December, one week after Ian Stuart’s incarceration, the Skrewdriver Blood and Honour LP (catalogue number Rock-O-Rama 53) was released. The inspiration for the album title came from the 1982 German-American TV miniseries Blood and Honour: Youth Under Hitler (Blut und Ehre: Jugend Unter Hitler in German), a copy of which Ian Stuart had on video. The miniseries portrays the growing conflict between a fast-rising member of the Hitler Youth and his resolutely anti-Nazi parents. The Hitler Youth was the Nazi Party’s Youth Movement. Blut und Ehre (Blood and Honour) was engraved on the Hitler Youth dagger and appears on many designs of Hitler Youth belt buckle. Again there was no mistaking the political ideals of Ian Stuart, those of National Socialism. Generally speaking, Blood and Honour stands head and shoulders above Hail the New Dawn. The front cover, depicting a scantily clad Nordic warrior holding a double-headed axe dripping with blood against the backdrop of a barren but beautiful coastline, which was designed by Bugs Tattoo Parlour along Caledonian Road, North London, is a vast improvement on the front cover of Hail the New Dawn; Nicky Crane was many things, like a bockwurstg eater for example but an artist he was not. The production by Mark Sutherland, the band’s drummer, was better.

The melodies were stronger. Indeed, according to Ian Stuart when interviewed in 1986:"I like it. Personally, I think it’s the best thing we’ve done. It’s heavier and better produced than anything we’ve done before. The tunes on the album are more intricate, not so basic, though the music is still raw and powerful which is the way I like the band to be. There’s more to the tunes, more to the lyrics and better musicianship." This time the musical influences from the world of classic heavy metal and rock were far more dominant. Arguably, Skrewdriver were still far removed from emulating Ian Stuart’s rock and heavy metal icons AC/ DC, Manowar and Jethro Tull. Many of the songs are slower and heavier. In this way, the lyrics became more powerful and the political message clearer.

Ian Stuart explained the title track ‘Blood and Honour’ as follows: "It’s about Europe and about the way the capitalists and the Communists co-exist. They are both working to destroy Nationalism and create, maybe in the end, a one-world government. If not, they are at least working to create a two-world government. Either way they will destroy Nationalism and the song calls for greater co-operation between the nations of Europe to fight both capitalism and Communism." Ian Stuart believed in European unity. He wanted to create a ‘society in which the White European man controls his own destiny and is not controlled by aliens, who run the twin evil systems of Capitalism and Communism.’

Blood & Honour

To dream of freedom in this world.

Our banners flying proudly are unfurled.

Even if we stand alone we must never hide.

For in our hearts there is a sense of pride.

For the blood and honour.

For the blood and for the pride.

For the blood and honour.

We must never let our Europe be taken for a ride.

We look with caution to the east.

We can see the Red flag on the beast.

Countless millions have died at the Marxists’ hands.

We would fight and die to keep our land.

For the blood and honour.

For the blood and for the pride.

For the blood and honour.

We must never let our Europe be taken for a ride.

Marxists’ greedy hands around our throats.

Bankers buying up your lives and sitting back to gloat.

We should fight to control our people’s fate.

Europe never was no puppet state.

For the blood and honour.

For the blood and for the pride.

For the blood and honour.

We must never let our Europe be taken for a ride.

For the blood and honour.

For the blood and for the pride.

For the blood and honour.

We must never let our Europe be taken for a ride.

Mr. Nine to Five

It’s 8 a.m. and your day has nearly started.

You must be at the office dead on 9.

Hey Mr. 9-to-5 it’s just another day and you must have done the same so many times.

Reach the office, you sit down and have a cup of tea, read the paper and tut-tut at the news.

The enemies of this country are marching on our streets, but you don’t care so long as they don’t touch you.

Hey Mr., Mr. 9-to-5…Won’t you tell me what you think of life?

Think of all the things that you have missed.

Don’t you want much more from life than this?

Pick your daughter up from school and take her home with you.

You wonder why she’s looking bored and down.

You wonder where it was that you went wrong, when she turns ’round and says:

“Well I hope I never turn out like you.”

Don’t Be Too Late

Don’t be too late, don’t miss the train.

We gotta get a result, Lord what a pain, what a game.

We gotta keep fighting, we gotta walk tall.

We gotta stick together, and then march forward, one and all.

Don’t be too late, never hold back when your land’s at stake.

Don’t be too late, the man who holds back has got to be a fake.

Don’t be too late, people ’round here are never gonna run.

Don’t be too late, well they can’t complain when their time has come.

On the streets of Britain, they’re trying to grind us down.

Government pressure, communist foes all around.

We will keep fighting, the sheep behind their doors.

It’s just another battle, in a private British war, we’re fighting for.

Don’t be too late, never hold back when your land’s at stake.

Don’t be too late, the man who holds back has got to be a fake.

Don’t be too late, people ’round here are never gonna run.

Don’t be too late, well they can’t complain when their time has come.

Don’t be too late, never hold back when your land’s at stake.

Don’t be too late, the man who holds back has got to be a fake.

Don’t be too late, people ’round here are never gonna run.

Don’t be too late, well they can’t complain when their time has come.

When the Storm Breaks

Democracy won’t stand the test of time.

Unemployment and a rising rate of crime.

Will you stay or will you go? When the time comes you will have to know.

Are you gonna stand and fight for your race?

When the storm breaks, which way will you go?

When the storm breaks, you will have to know.

When the storm breaks, what you gonna do?

When the storm breaks, can we count on you?

“Predictable” is what Powell once said to you.

Did you listen? No you laughed like a pack of fools.

Now you can see what fools you were.

You had the chance but you blew it.

Now you’re gonna face the storm and fight in it.

When the storm breaks, which way will you go?

When the storm breaks, you will have to know.

When the storm breaks, what you gonna do?

When the storm breaks, can we count on you?

All the papers, the radio and TV.

Never known them to tell the truth to me.

Only there to brainwash you their way

Got to learn to ignore them everyday.

When the Storm Breaks

Democracy won’t stand the test of time.

Unemployment and a rising rate of crime.

Will you stay or will you go? When the time comes you will have to know.

Are you gonna stand and fight for your race?

When the storm breaks, which way will you go?

When the storm breaks, you will have to know.

When the storm breaks, what you gonna do?

When the storm breaks, can we count on you?

“Predictable” is what I once said to you.

Did you listen? No you laughed like a pack of fools.

Now you can see what fools you were.

You had the chance but you blew it.

Now you’re gonna face the storm and fight in it.

When the storm breaks, which way will you go?

When the storm breaks, you will have to know.

When the storm breaks, what you gonna do?

When the storm breaks, can we count on you?

All the papers, the radio and TV.

Never known them to tell the truth to me.

Only there to brainwash you their way

Got to learn to ignore them everyday.

Prisoner of Peace

He stuck up for his country, but he didn’t like the cost.

The European brother war, and lives were being lost.

He saw the grieving mothers whose sons could not be found.

He wanted peace to stop the endless coffins on the ground.

He got up on one morning and he went out to his plane.

He said good-bye to his wife, but doubts were in his brain.

To sue for peace was his idea in 1941, but the bankers’ grip was oh so tight, and the chance for peace was gone.

Free Rudolf Hess.

How long can they keep him there?

We can only guess.

I said, free Rudolf Hess.

How long can they keep him there?

We can only guess.

He never realised that day that chivalry had died.

Britain was in alien hands but at least a man had tried.

Forty years is a long long time in a prison cell to be and I feel ashamed at the sentence passed on a man who wanted peace.

Free Rudolf Hess.

How long can they keep him there?

We can only guess.

I said free Rudolf Hess.

How long can they keep him there?

We can only guess.

And now the situation has changed in many ways.

The Allies want to let him go, they’ve decided he has paid.

The Red scum in the Kremlin with their kosher values try to keep a proud man locked away until the day he dies.

Free Rudolf Hess.

How long can they keep him there?

We can only guess.

I said free Rudolf Hess.

How long can they keep him there? We can only guess.

He’s a prisoner of peace.

Kept there at the will of the Marxists in the east.

He’s a prisoner of peace.

Kept there at the wishes of the Marxists in the east.

Poland

You over-run my country, with your blood and steel.

Never thought to ask us, how it made us feel.

Cutting down our people, we never had no hope.

We stood against your bullets, but we could never cope.

You can’t understand and you won’t understand our land.

I said you can’t understand and you won’t understand our land.

You tried to take our manhood, you tried to steal our pride.

You made our people suffer, you took us for a ride.

We got ourselves a union, to try to air our voice.

When it started speaking, you smashed it like a toy.

You can’t understand and you won’t understand our land.

I said you can’t understand and you won’t understand our land.

Don’t understand our culture, don’t understand our lives.

Don’t understand our suffering, don’t understand our strife.

You can’t understand and you won’t understand our land.

I said you can’t understand and you won’t understand our land.

I said we don’t want you here, with your tanks and your fear, get out.

Why don’t you leave, and let out country breathe, right now?

Poland, Reds out of Poland.

Poland, Reds out of Poland.

Poland, Reds out of Poland.

Poland, Reds out of Poland. Poland.

Tomorrow is Always Too Late

You tell me what you’d like to do, but I don’t want to know.

My only interest is today, and where we want to go.

We need the people to awake, and fight for us right now.

Cos we will never be enslaved by the Jewish master-plan.

Tomorrow is always too late.

We should never sit around and wait.

Tomorrow is always too late.

Get out there and do something today.

Our enemies are capitalists, communists as well.

Both these forms of evil are ringing our death-knell.

We salute the troops of yesterday, who fought the Marxist plague

And we will carry on your fight as the white men of today.

Tomorrow is always too late.

We should never sit around and wait.

Tomorrow is always too late.

Get out there and do something today.

We must remain true to our cause, for comrades thrown in jail.

For their sake and sacrifice, we must never fail.

For Crane and Pearce and Kühnen too, and Eriksson as well.

For the lonely man in Spandau, our efforts they must tell.

Tomorrow is always too late.

We should never sit around and wait.

Tomorrow is always too late.

Get out there and do something today.

The Way It’s Got to Be

Walk around the city and you hold your head up high.

The sheep they’ll try and drag you down with their aggression and their lies.

Your life is just a struggle ‘cos you’re proud of your country, but you just keep on fighting, that’s the way it’s gotta be.

People try and put you down and stamp you to the ground.

They don’t seem to realise there’s no way you’ll back down.

There is nothing they can do to step on you and me.

Cos we’ll just keep on fighting, that’s the way it’s gotta be.

We’ll just keep on fighting, that’s the way it’s gotta be.

They’ll always put the blame on you and tell the public lies.

But we’ll be here a long long time ‘cos the spirit never dies.

We’ll speak our minds, we’ll fly our flags, we’ll fight for victory.

We’ll just keep on fighting, that’s the way it’s gotta be.

Yeah, we’ll just keep on fighting, that’s the way it’s gotta be.

I say, we’ll just keep on fighting, that’s the way it’s gotta be.

The Jewel In The Sea

You’re walking along a wind-swept seafront with the cold north wind in your hair.

You’re looking out over the restless sea all you ever seem to do is stare.

Over there beyond the white-flecked waves and the mist that spoils your view.

Like a jewel in the sea is your country of old, the place that means everything to you.

You may like the place that you’re living in now

But the place you really want to be, is your country of birth.

Yeah the place you grew up, the jewel in the sea.

Back to the jewel in the sea.

The place that means everything to me.

A land that is beautiful and free.

Back to the jewel in the sea.

You’re wondering you ever went away, you’re missing everything you’ve known.

Silly little things like the lake down in the park and wondering if the trees have grown.

You miss the food and the friendly atmosphere, the morning papers and the tea.

You’re getting homesick cos you’re thinking back, of the jewel in the sea.

Back to the jewel in the sea.

The place that means everything to me.

A land that is beautiful and free.

Back to the jewel in the sea.

You’ve made up your mind, go down the travel agency and book a ticket on the plane.

You’re happier now than you’ve been for several years, ‘cos you’re going back home again.

You’ve been a traveler for quite a few years, but you’re going where you want to be.

Back to the place where you were born and bred, back to the jewel in the sea.

Back to the jewel in the sea.

The place that means everything to me.

A land that is beautiful and free.

Back to the jewel in the sea.

One Fine Day

Daily papers, black headlines, won’t you tell us all the news?

Young girl raped and an old one mugged, and the police look for clues.

Soldiers killed in County Down.

A lord is killed at terrorists’ hands.

One fine day more bad news is on the way.

One fine day. One fine day.

Soccer season starts again, we’re gonna hit the violent trail.

People hurt as violence flares, it’s politics again.

A caravan is someone’s tomb.

They’re killed in their sleep by poison fumes.

One fine day more bad news is on the way.

One fine day. One fine day.

Moroccans lose a hundred men in a terrorist attack.

They’re gonna promise everyone, to make sure they hit back.

Drugs are found by cops in Spain and hundreds are killed in floods and rain.

One fine day more bad news is on the way.

One fine day. One fine day.

Searching

I never stop looking.

I’m gonna have more now.

Wish someone could tell me what I’m looking for now.

Will I ever find what I’m looking for?

All I need is for someone to open that door.

I wish someone could tell me what I have to find now.

Can’t find what I’m hunting want to use my mind now.

Will I ever find what I’m looking for?

All I need is for someone to open that door.

Well I’m searching, trying hard to find out.

Searching, trying to ease my mind now.

If you see me looking puzzled, don’t you wonder why now.

Always keep you searching.

All the day and night now.

Will I ever find what I’m looking for?

All I need is for someone to open that door.

Searching, trying hard to find now.

Searching, trying to ease my mind now.

Needle Man

He’s the kind of man who sticks his job for the money that he gets.

He don’t spend his money at the pub or making bets.

Goes down town, goes in the bar and makes his contact there.

He gets the gear, he takes a shot, and his eyes begin to stare.

Cos he’s a junkie, needle-man.

Needs the kicks, don’t give a damn.

Yeah a junkie, needle-man.

Needs the kicks, don’t give a damn.

He’s getting weaker everyday but he has to keep his job.

He’ll get no more money on the day he has to stop.

One day at work he feels so bad that he falls down on the floor.

The boss he assures he don’t abuse but he throws him out the door.

Cos he’s a junkie, needle-man.

Needs the kicks, don’t give a damn.

Yeah a junkie, needle-man.

Needs the kicks, don’t give a damn.

They find him dying on the floor, yeah he’s lying on his back.

He’s covered in newspapers and a dirty ripped-up sack.

The dawn it breaks, the rain it falls, but the young man doesn’t live.

He gave his life to pills and syringes, and had nothing left to give.

Cos he’s a junkie, needle-man.

Needs the kicks, don’t give a damn.

Yeah a junkie, needle-man.

Needs the kicks, don’t give a damn.

Open Up Your Eyes

Open up your eyes

You are in for such a surprise.

You have no idea what’s a goin’ on.

You’re just being used, yeah once again.

Open up your eyes.

Tell me can you see now?

Open up your eyes.

Can you see clearly?

Tell me why you’re doing what you do.

Is it someone else now, or is it you?

You tell me you aren’t in it for the wealth.

But you’re just there for the profit, yeah and nothing else.

Open up your eyes.

Tell me can you see now?

Open up your eyes.

Can you see clearly?

The left-wing and their minions using you.

I tell you now there must be something you can do.

At least my self-respect remains with me, cos I don’t pretend that I’m something I can’t be.

You have got to try and own your own life.

You keep yours, yeah, and I’m gonna try for mine.

You look around and then you realize.

You see so many people in a different light.

Open up your eyes.

Tell me can you see now?

Open up your eyes.

Can you see clearly?

Open up your eyes.

Tell me can you see now?

Open up your eyes.

Can you see clearly?

I know What I Want

I’ve been sitting ’round here, waiting for somebody’s call.

I hope it comes off quickly ‘fore the winter starts to fall.

We gotta get going quickly, and we got to come on strong.

I know just what I want, and I’ll get it before too long.

Before the winter starts to fall, I’m taking heed of Europe’s call before the winter starts to fall.

I’m taking heed of Europe’s call.

I’ve been waiting bleedin’ soft in my gloomy room.

Got no money to get out, now got to break out from this tomb.

I know exactly what I’ll do, and baby you can’t say I’m wrong.

I know just what I want, and I’ll get it before too long.

Before the winter starts to fall, I’m taking heed of Europe’s call before the winter starts to fall.

I’m taking heed of Europe’s call.

Everyday is getting worse and I’m feeling down and blue.

You’ve got to realize the importance of this move.

Gotta break out from my thoughts, I’ve gotta try to carry on.

I know just what I want, and I’ll get it before too long.

Before the winter starts to fall, I’m taking heed of Europe’s call,

Before the winter starts to fall, I’m taking heed of Europe’s call.

Europe’s calling.

No Surrender! Vol.2 Compilation LP

In February 1986, Rock-O-Rama Records, again in collaboration with White Noise Records, released the No Surrender! Volume 2 compilation LP (catalogue number RRR 59), which featured three English nationalist bands, Skrewdriver, Public Enemy and Brutal Attack, alongside a number of bands from Germany and France. Skrewdriver contributed two tracks, which were both recorded during the Blood and Honour sessions and intended for release as a single. The first Skrewdriver track was a reworked version of ‘Streetfight,’ which dated back to 1977, with new lyrics.

The revised lyrics now refer to that infamous day of Sunday, 10 June 1984 when skinheads and nationalists trounced the Redskins on stage at the GLC-sponsored ‘Jobs For a Change’ open-air festival at Jubilee Gardens on London’s South Bank. The second track, ‘Friday Night,’ is a light-hearted look at going out on a Friday night, having a drink and a laugh, pulling some bird and ‘waking up in the morning with a hangover and a right old pig!’

Streetfight

Waiting for the weekend on a left-wing afternoon

Reds are gonna lose their power, skinheads gonna call the tune

Pushing through the red scum, feeling pretty good

The pride of being white men, go for commie blood

All that pent-up anger that goes pouring through your head

Streetfight in the city

The reds are gonna end up dead!! All right now!

The time is nearly here,

The tension starts to build Communists all over

Jubilee Gardens are all filled

Reds are pretty worried about the skinheads at the show

Sheep they fly their Red flag

but the skinheads have their own White Power!

Friday Night

What a time we had on Friday night.

What a bird you went with, what a sight and you made excuses for her face.

With the usual drinks on the friday night.

Gotta get a girl ‘cos time is tight.

But the world looks different today.

Friday, pay day, good night, I’ll say.

Friday, a good night.

Friday, is all right.

Wake up on a Saturday, wonder what’s your fate.

Gotta face the trial from your mates.

But for that you didn’t really care.

Said you’d see her again, what have you done.

When you see her face you just want to run.

Reckon you’re on fruit juice from now on.

Friday, pay day, good night, I’ll say.

Friday, a good night. Friday, is all right.

Friday, pay day, good night, I’ll say.

Friday, a good night.

Friday, is all right.

Friday, Friday night now.

Friday, Friday night now.

Friday, Friday night now.

Friday, Friday night now.

Friday, pay day, good night, I’ll say.

Friday, a good night. Friday, is all right.

Friday, Friday night now.

Friday, Friday night now.

Friday, Friday night now.

Friday, Friday night now.

Goin’ out on Friday, pickin’ up your raise.

Gonna hit the pub, you’ve had a real hard day.

Forgotten what you did last week.

Get into the pub order up a drink.

Feeling better now you get a second one.

Action replay’s in the cards again.

Friday, pay day, good night, I’ll say.

Friday, a good night.

Friday, is all right.

White Rider LP

In late 1987, Skrewdriver released the White Rider LP (catalogue number Rock-O-Rama Records RRR 66), regarded by many as their finest recording, both musically and lyrically, and a benchmark for all future white power releases, which has rarely been surpassed, if at all. On the front cover is a design by a German supporter which refers to the poster of the 1915 movie The Birth of a Nation directed by D.W. Griffith, glorifying the American Ku Klux Klan. The design is inflammatory, perhaps one of the most inflammatory ever to grace the front cover of an album: a torch-brandishing Klansman in full hooded regalia riding a white-clad horse. And of course mention should be made of the small swastika lurking in the background.

Musically, White Rider was more heavy rock than punk rock. The album, which featured 12 songs, unleashed some of Ian Stuart’s most passionate compositions to date, none more so than ‘I Can See the Fire,’ which had started life as ‘Anger in Your Eyes’ and remained one of Ian Stuart’s favourites. Interestingly, Ian Stuart wrote 23 songs for White Rider which was originally subtitled ‘The Flame That Never Dies.’ Many of the songs remain unrecorded.

White Rider was very well-received and easily outsold all previous Skrewdriver releases, selling some 5,000 copies in the first six weeks after release.

White Rider

You ride through the streets with your head held up high.

For your flag and your country you’re willing to die.

Your forefathers fought and your forefathers died.

They died for a feeling they felt deep inside.

White rider, white rider, your strength is your pride.

White rider, white rider, you’ll stand, never hide.

White rider, white rider, your flag is your voice.

You scorn the conscripted, you’re fighting through choice.

Your flags are unfolded, salute them with love.

To fight for your race is a gift from above.

Some fools will oppose you, true men will stay loyal, but the victory shall be ours for the blood and the soil.

White rider, white rider, your strength is your pride.

White rider, white rider, you’ll stand, never hide.

White rider, white rider, your flag is your voice.

You scorn the conscripted, you’re fighting through choice.

You feel love for your people, disdain for the fools.

The enemy’s led by the Zionist tools.

You fight for your race which should be proud and free and the only reward that you crave is victory.

White rider, white rider, your strength is your pride.

White rider, white rider, you’ll stand, never hide.

White rider, white rider, your flag is your voice.

You scorn the conscripted, you’re fighting through choice.

Where Has Justice Gone?

We see it on the streets today, we see it on the news:

The so called British law machine, and it’s us who pay the Jews.

Then we read it in the papers that the black man gets it tough.

But we all know that this is wrong, and we have had enough, I say,

Where has justice gone, where does it hide?

Where has justice gone, or is it just another lie?

If there’s mugging on the streets today, or riots in the town and we get told by a blinkered lord, discrimination brought it ’round.

He says they’ve got no money, he says they’ve got no jobs.

Well neither have we, and we don’t see that it gives them the right to rob and loot.

Where has justice gone, where does it hide?

Where has justice gone, or is it just another lie?

It seems we stand convicted, accused of being White.

It seems that we are criminals, for we’re not scared to fight.

There’ll be no surrender, to all our people’s foes.

We’ll fight until the victory, we’ll find the way to go.

Where has justice gone, where does it hide?

Where has justice gone, or is it just another lie?

Strikeforce

I want to tell you about South Africa, and the so called fight for freedom

The much praised black resistance, and the communists who lead them.

Not too far away in Angola, or nearer home in Zimbabwe.

The Marxist backed dictators are looking south in fear to see.

Strikeforce, white survival.

Strikeforce, yeah.

Strikeforce, gonna kill all rivals.

Strikeforce, into the devil’s lair.

Well her neighbouring regimes are enemies

Although we’re too blind to see that they’re harbouring the Marxist murderers of the terrorist A.N.C.

And the leaders of the west use sanctions, and scream “What about the human rights?”

But they don’t tell the truth, cos they’re traitors too.

What about the Whites that die?

Strikeforce, white survival.

Strikeforce, yeah.

Strikeforce, gonna kill all rivals.

Strikeforce, into the devil’s lair.

Behind the Bars

You’re standing in a cell, looking through the bars.

Looking at the open fields, so near and yet so far.

Wondering about your friends out there, and

what they’re doing now and wishing you could be with them today.

Behind the bars, behind the bars, behind the bars because you stood for you race.

They’ll try and break your spirit, they’ll try to grind you down.

If you stand up for your country they don’t want you around.

You wonder what you’re doing here, and is it all worthwhile.

They’ll never crush the pride that’s in your heart.

Behind the bars, behind the bars, behind the bars, because you stood for you race.

They’ll try and make you angry, they’ll make new rules for you because you are what they fear, for your ideals stay true.

Your faith it will sustain you, as you stand firm and proud.

You’ll never let them tear your country down.

Behind the bars, behind the bars, behind the bars, because you stood for you race.

Pride of a Nation

The flags are raised in glory, before the battle starts.

Time is getting tighter, the pride it fills their hearts.

As they march towards the battlefield, the enemy ahead.

The final fight is almost here, it’s either life or death.

Pride of a nation, freedom’s salvation.

Pride of a nation, they kept the flames alight.

A uniform of midnight, with silver on their necks.

Their honour was their loyalty, to join their Eastern trek.

They fought against such massive odds, earning glory in the fields but history tries to put them down, for their loyalty won’t yield.

Pride of a nation, freedom’s salvation.

Pride of a nation, they kept the flames alight.

When the end had finally come, and the odds were just too great, their pride remained, the courage stayed, for all was not too late.

The fire could be rekindled, the flames could fill the skies.

Like a phoenix from the ashes, the new dawn will arise.

Pride of a nation, freedom’s salvation.

Pride of a nation, they kept the flames alight.

New Nation

The cattle are lowing, the vultures are crowing, the traitors are celebrating, they think they’ve won the game.

They can stop their clowning, cos soon they’ll be frowning.

They think that they have beaten us, but we will not be tamed.

New nation free and true, I pledge my life to you.

Now the situation is so tense.

New nation free and true, I pledge my life to you.

If you fall we’ll fall in your defence.

The cowards are running, the pressure is coming down and people who were on our side now, turn and look away.

State money is never short, they use the people that they have bought.

They may buy some traitors, but we will have our day.

New nation free and true, I pledge my life to you.

Now the situation is so tense.

New nation free and true, I pledge my life to you.

If you fall we’ll fall in your defence.

They might think that they have won, but one day our time will come.

They’ll regret their treason, revenge will taste so sweet.

When our people come around, all the red flags will be torn down.

No longer will the money men look down from power’s seats.

New nation free and true, I pledge my life to you.

Now the situation is so tense.

New nation free and true, I pledge my life to you.

If you fall we’ll fall in your defence.

The Snow Fell

He sat in a room, in a square the colour of blood.

He’d rule the whole world, if there was a way that he could.

He’d sit and he’d stare at the minarets on top of the towers.

For he was the beast, as he hatched his new plans to gain power.

As the snow fell, covering the dreams and ideals, and the snow fell, freezing the blood and the wheels.

And the snow fell, they had to keep warm for survival.

And the snow fell, and defeated the beast’s only rivals.

They took the old roads, that Napoleon had taken before.

They fought as the forces of light against the darkness in a holy war.

One day they were looking out in the sunshine on the cornflowers.

The next day they were freezing to death in the snow and the ice cold showers.

As the snow fell, covering the dreams and ideals, as the snow fell, freezing the blood and the wheels.

And the snow fell, they had to keep warm for survival.

And the snow fell, and defeated the beast’s only rivals.

Then came the deadly road back on the steppes of their retreat, the cold racked their bodies, but worse was the pain of defeat.

And people who had hailed them once now turned and looked away.

These people now knew that the beast was on his way.

As the snow fell, covering the dreams and ideals, as the snow fell, freezing the blood and the wheels.

And the snow fell, they had to keep warm for survival.

And the snow fell, and defeated the beast’s only rivals.

You finally came back to the borders of your Fatherland.

Now enemies came, traitors everywhere at hand.

Many people had fought and died, knowing that they had to win and still it sickens my heart to see the picture of the red flag in Berlin.

As the snow fell, covering the dreams and ideals, as the snow fell, freezing the blood and the wheels.

And the snow fell, they had to keep warm for survival. And the snow fell, and defeated the beast’s only rivals.

I Can See the Fire

I can see the glint of belief shining in your eyes.

I know you won’t turn back, from the future as it lies.

You feel the anger, directed at the people all around.

For it seems that they are asleep, it seems their hands are bound.

I can see the fire and I know that it won’t die.

I can see the flames are burning deep inside your eyes.

You’re walking ’round, it seems as if you’re in another land.

It seems the people function with their heads deep in the sand.

You start to shout, you start to scream, but the sleepers slumber on.

Then you awake, open your eyes, but the nightmare hasn’t gone.

I can see the fire and I know that it won’t die.

I can see the flames are burning deep inside your eyes.

It seems that life is going to be uphill all the way, but you won’t yield, it’s no surrender until your dying day.

For your ideals mean more to you than very life itself.

For the pride you feel is all you need, it’s more than any wealth.

I can see the fire and I know that it won’t die.

I can see the flames are burning deep inside your eyes.

Thunder in the Cities

We see corruption at all levels, we know the end is not in sight.

Our government is dealing with devil and his men, they’ve set out to sell out all Whites.

There’s thunder in the cities, there’s thunder in the towns.

There’s thunder in the villages, as the walls come tumbling down.

We see our nation is declining, but people who are Nationalists are few.

Too many people are just whining in the wind, but from small acorns mighty oaks grew.

There’s thunder in the cities, there’s thunder in the towns.

There’s thunder in the villages, as the walls come tumbling down.

There’s thunder in the cities, there’s thunder in the towns.

There’s thunder in the villages, as the walls come tumbling down.

One day their evil will crumble, one day corruption will crash down.

Before our flags they will be humbled, from our mouths will come the victory song.

There’s thunder in the cities, there’s thunder in the towns.

There’s thunder in the villages, as the walls come tumbling down.

We Fight for Freedom

Out of the smoke, our blood stained battalions fly.

We charge at the enemy, no one unwilling to die.

Our banners are flying, our sabres all point to the sun.

Our pride is our race, and our enemies scatter and run.

We’re fighting for freedom, our destiny hangs by a thread.

We’re fighting for freedom, the flag of our race at our head.

We’re fighting for freedom, the land of our fathers at stake.

We’re fighting for freedom, the blood of our ancestors sake.

Our enemies ranks are a mixture of colours and hues.

We are as one, and as such, we never will lose.

We fight for our honour, we fight for a future of light.

For darkness will fall and engulf us, should we lose the fight.

We’re fighting for freedom, our destiny hangs by a thread.

We’re fighting for freedom, the flag of our race at our head.

We’re fighting for freedom, the land of our fathers at stake.

We’re fighting for freedom, the blood of our ancestors sake.

Heed sounds of battle, the screams of the wounded are loud.

The warrior stands and he wipes the hot blood from his brow.

We knew that the victory is ours, as we gaze at the sight.

The flags of our fathers are raised in victorious flight.

We’re fighting for freedom, our destiny hangs by a thread.

We’re fighting for freedom, the flag of our race at our head.

We’re fighting for freedom, the land of our fathers at stake.

We’re fighting for freedom, the blood of our ancestors sake.

Built Up Knocked Down (1987)

The summer was coming, I was out in the field

then I heard a guitar playing, loud and clear.

I saw an old man, he sat by a tree.

He said “Come and listen to me son, now, come and listen to me”

He said “Hey boy what does life mean to you?”

“Does it mean go out, get drunk, drown your blues?”

He said “If that’s what it means to you.”

“Well that’s a waste of life, and I’ve got nothing more to say to you.”

Quit my job and I went out, I bought my first guitar

Then I started to learn that thing, instead of propping up some bar.

Sent a tape, got a contract, made us all so glad.

Then they started messing ’round with us.

Now life’s as bad, just as bad now.

Are you trying to mess us up now, trying to make us quit?

If that’s what you’re trying to do Jewboy, you ain’t achieving it.

I said: Built up, knocked down, knocked down to the ground.

Built up, knocked down, knocked down to the ground.

Built up, knocked down, knocked down to the ground.

Built up, knocked down, knocked down to the ground.

We've Got The Power Live LP

Called a bootleg, although Ian Stuart was well aware of it. This was the first live recording of the band and noteworthy for featuring an early version of ‘Strikeforce’ with the shouted warning of ‘Watch out nigger’ which never made it into the ‘official’ version of the song released on White Rider. Until AinaSkin Services & Sniper Records released it in 2020. The back cover features unnamed photographs of Ian Stuart, Martin Cross, Merv Shields and John Burnley, even though Mark Sutherland drummed on the live recording.

The name behind the shadowy Viking Records was the equally shadowy Gary Hitchcock, the former manager of the 4-Skins (who also sings one of their most popular numbers "Plastic Gangster"), who seemed to have a certain amount of influence within right-wing circles.

After The Fire LP

The Skrewdriver offering for 1988 and for Rock-O-Rama Records was the 12-track After the Fire LP (catalogue number RRR 75). Engineered and produced by Mark Sutherland, After the Fire was his last for Skrewdriver and for Rock-O-Rama Records, whose continual interference had got to the point where he said ‘no more.’ For this album, Skrewdriver enlisted the help of Ross McGarry on guitar. The front cover artwork, once again drawn by the "Bockwurst eater", reinterprets an illustration by Georg von Sluyterman von Langeweyde, an enthusiastic member of the SA who is best known for his wood engravings, and depicts three Tyr runic grave markers beside a leafless tree. Tyr was the original Norse god of battle/ war and his rune Teiwaz has an association with death, especially death in battle.

Soldiers of the Waffen-SS killed in action were often buried under the Tyr rune rather than the Christian crucifix. The use of this runic symbol might mean nothing and yet everything: the unflinching racial warrior ideal and self-sacrifice, with which the Waffen-SS is often associated. After the Fire is in a similar musical vein to White Rider, although more hard-edged. The lyrics are more of the same and speak of racial struggle, police oppression, traitors, media lies, riots, world wars, and European brothers and unity, but specifically ‘Forty-Six Years’ is Skrewdriver’s tribute to Rudolf Hess, ‘Land of Ice’ is about Skrewdriver’s venture to Sweden in December of 1987, which even includes one line sung in Swedish (Bevara Sverige Svenskt = Keep Sweden Swedish).

After The Fire

The fires raged for many years, it was a time of change

The heavens rained with sorrow’s tears

Then came the brand new day. That day there was a burnt out field

It’s earth was black and charred

It’s flowers once were peoples’ hopes

But now they were their scars

After the fire, the ruins there did lay

After the fire, would come a brand new day

The field stood in misery, the years passed it by

A new age was awakening, to bury history’s lies

One misty morn as day awoke, that field had come alive

Seeds once sown that now had grown, new life that would not die

After the fire, the ruins there did lay

After the fire, would come a brand new day

The new age is approaching, and with it we shall be

The field was 1945 and the seeds were you and me

After the fire, the ruins there did lay

After the fire, would come a brand new day

Mean Streets

It’s not easy outside, looking in

Never being part of things, they say that we have sinned.

We stand alone, those precious few, they know that we won’t hide.

We’re surrounded by Red mobs, and police who take their side.

We’re out on the mean streets, out in the city.

We’re out on the mean streets, everywhere.

We’re out on the mean streets, out in the city.

We’re out on the mean streets, the fighting is there.

What’s that smell, what’s this hell, it’s democracy.

Who owns the press? We can guess now the ones with the money.

One man one vote but still they gloat, the media has control.

Three party state decides our fate and the TV owns our soul.

We’re out on the mean streets, out in the city.

We’re out on the mean streets, everywhere.

We’re out on the mean streets, out in the city.

We’re out on the mean streets, the fighting is there.

We’re attacked behind our backs now we’re doing all we can.

If the knife should take our life, at least we never ran.

We know the Reds are in the beds, police tucked by their sides.

The real scum are the ones who run, and once we believed their lies.

We’re out on the mean streets, out in the city.

We’re out on the mean streets, everywhere.

We’re out on the mean streets, out in the city.

We’re out on the mean streets, the fighting is there.

Win Or Die

As we look ’round at our nations, depression starts to settle in.

Our once proud western cities, as the rot starts to begin.

Riots on the streets are often, mugging happens every day.

Rapists stalk the darkened streets, looking for defenceless prey.

I say, fight for your country, fight for your race.

Fight for your nation, for fighting made our people great.

As the few up against it, the medias knife goes in to oppose our nation’s murder, is counted as a sin.

We’re proud of being what we are and we want to show the world.

Against Reds and reaction, we stand with flags unfurled.

I say, fight for your country, fight for your race.

Fight for your nation, for fighting made our people great.

As we stand and face the future, our eyes raised to the sky and we pledge ourselves to struggle, we’ll either win or die.

We won’t lose ground and be knocked down, we’ve got a history.

Our ancestors look down on us, and pray for victory.

I say, fight for your country, fight for your race.

Fight for your nation, for fighting made our people great.

Land of Ice

Talking about a land that is made of ice.

A land of the North that is full of pride.

Hearts full of fire, forests full of snow, we’re always made welcome by the friends we know.

As we board the Swedish ferry and journey through the night.

Gothenburg is waiting, hearts of fire, land of ice.

Hearts of fire, land of ice.

We cross the mighty ocean and arrive the next day, comrades are waiting on the dock of the bay.

We toast old friendships as we shake their hands.

We swear to keep on fighting to release our lands.

The next day on to Stockholm to meet comrades of the fight.

Their pride is Sweden’s struggle, hearts of fire, land of ice.

Hearts of fire, land of ice.

Bevara Sverige Svenskt is the slogan there.

Nordic pride is the thing they share.

To save their northern country from the Marxist plague, to stop their country dying they fight every day.

They’re fighting in Uppsala, in Södertälje they fight, in Borås and in Malmö, hearts of fire, land of ice.

Hearts of fire, land of ice.

Eyes Full of Rage

One day you’ll wake up to find, they’ve taken possession of your mind.

They’ll make you into a number, they’ll take away your choice,

they’re going to make you into a zombie without a voice.

With your eyes full of rage, eyes full of rage.

With your eyes full of rage, and a heart full of hate.

Life as once we knew it is now dying.

White rights are disappearing form the earth.

They’ll take away our birthrights, take away our land.

They’re going to take away what was ours since time began.

With your eyes full of rage, eyes full of rage.

With your eyes full of rage, and a heart full of hate.

It’s time that we all stood up for our nation.

It’s time that we all made that sacrifice.

We’ll stand against the traitors, we’ll stand

up for our rights and we will never give them up without a fight.

With your eyes full of rage, eyes full of rage.

With your eyes full of rage, and a heart full of hate.

As Life Bleeds Away

Out there on the fields, where battles are

fought, there lies a million soldiers dying, in a war in which

they’ve been caught. But back home in the government

where the traitors dwell with thoughts of profit, no ideals,

they’ll send you somewhere, pretty much like hell.

As life bleeds away, as life bleeds away. As life bleeds

away, but the soldier tried.

In a war fought for profit, in a war fought for

greed. Life, it costs nothing, it’s just another mouth

to feed. In a war fought against a brother, in a war from which

we’re suffering still. A continent still mourns her

children, in a war in which White Pride was killed.

As life bleeds away, as life bleeds away. As life bleeds

away, but the soldier tried.

As life bleeds away, as life bleeds away. As life bleeds away, so

does a nation’s pride.

46 Years

( I made a video of this song back in 1991 which was liked by Ian Stuart./Jäsä)

’87 was his final year-Nearly five decades through a veil of tears.

A man whose courage it was unsurpassed. No surrender until the very last.

Forty six years, forty six years now, forty six years, he

stayed true to his faith.

They tried to break him with their corrupt ways, offered freedom

until the end of his days. Wanted him to denounce the Führer,

but his devotion was always true.

Forty six years, forty six years now, forty

six years, he stayed true to his faith.

And now he’s dead, Rudolf Hess is free. He’s

paid the price for his loyalty. A man who leaves a son and a

wife. We won’t forget his sacrifice, will we.

Forty six years, forty six years now, forty

six years, he stayed true to his faith.

European Dream

Hey brother across the sea, what future for you and me?

I want to know where we stand, we fight the Reds in all our lands.

They try and crush us, try to grind us down, spread their poison in all our towns.

Police protect them as they march, and we’re arrested, it’s getting dark.

European dream, there’s things that should be said.

European dream, we’re better dead than Red.

European dream, for freedom and for bread.

European dream, we’re better dead than Red.

It’s our country, we want it back, love for our nations we do not lack.

Why do the governments put us down, when the real enemy’s all around?

It’s not us who’s planting bombs, it’s the Reds who are marching on.

Your police force helps them, I hope they realize before the end.

European dream, there’s things that should be said.

European dream, we’re better dead than Red.

European dream, for freedom and for bread.

European dream, we’re better dead than Red.

Retaliate

The petrol bombs are flying, the whiteman lock his doors.

We’ve got to make a choice now, in the middle of a war.

The enemy is taking over out on the streets and we are not united now, and so we face defeat.

Retaliate, will be our only hope.

Retaliate, can we ever cope.

Retaliate, face them on the streets.

Retaliate, fight against defeat.

As a young man lies dying, the mob begins to cheer.

Older people tremble, they never known such fear.

The enemy’s taking over out on the streets and we are not united now, and so we face defeat.

Retaliate, will be our only hope.

Retaliate, can we ever cope.

Retaliate, face them on the streets.

Retaliate, fight against defeat.

Mr. Politician, I won’t say I told you so.

But now the flames are rising, do you want to know?

You’re blaming unemployment and the racists on the beat.

I don’t see white unemployed looting on the street.

The enemy’s taking over out on the streets and we are not united now, and so we face defeat.

Retaliate, will be our only hope.

Retaliate, can we ever cope.

Retaliate, face them on the streets.

Retaliate, fight against defeat.

A Time of Change

Well times are changing, well everywhere, our flags are raising, the time is near

Our lives are just a struggle, that we’re fighting everyday and I know it

can’t be easy, it’s a time of change. It’s a time of change.

Stood against us, are the scum and they are worried,

because their time will come.

One that called himself a revolutionary, turned

out to be gay. Just a mummy’s little rich boy,

it’s a time of change. It’s a time of change.

They call themselves political soldiers, but they have a massive

yellow streak. A soldier has strength, but they are bent, limp

wristed and weak. Pathetic little mummy’s boys, there

was nothing they wanted for, but come the day when they have to

pay, we’ll see who they are working for.

The other enemy, he held aloft a cross and in his church that

day, he prayed to be the boss. But all he wanted was money, and

all he wanted was praise. Now he’s gone and the bands

play on, it’s a time of change. It’s a time of change.

Sweet Home Alabama

Sweet wheels keep on turning, carry me home to my kin.

Singing songs about the South now, I miss Alabama, once again and I think it’s a sin.

I heard Mr. Young sung about her, I heard old Neil put her down.

Well I hope Neil Young will remember, Alabama don’t need him ’round anyhow.

Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue.

Sweet home Alabama, Lord I’m coming home to you.

In Birmingham they lost the Governor, we did what we could do.

Now Watergate it does not bother me, does your conscience bother you?

Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue.

Sweet home Alabama, Lord I’m coming home to you.

The carpetbaggers tried to swamp us, but to the Klan we all stand true.

Lord the Klan they give me so much, they pick me up when I’m feeling blue, how ’bout you?

Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue.

Sweet home Alabama, Lord I’m coming home to you.

Green Fields of France

Well, how do you do young Willie McBride?

Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside?

And rest for awhile in the hot summer sun.

I’ve been walking all day, and I’m nearly done.

I see by your gravestone, you were only nineteen, when you joined the great call-up in 1916.

And I hope you died quick, and I hope you died clean

Or young Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?

Did they beat the drums slowly?

Did they play the fife loudly?

Did they play the death march as they lowered you down?

And did the band play the last post and chorus?

And did the pipes play the flowers of the forest?

Did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind?

In some faithful heart is your memory enshrined?

Although you died back in 1916.

In that faithful heart are you forever nineteen.

Or are you a stranger without a name?

Enclosed and forever behind a glass frame in an old photograph

Battered and stained and faded to yellow, in a brown leather frame?

Did they beat the drums slowly?

Did they play the fife loudly?

Did they play the death march as they lowered you down?

And did the band play the last post and chorus?

And did the pipes play the flowers of the forest?

Well the sun, now it shines, on the green fields of France

and asthe warm summer breeze, that makes the red poppies dance and look

how the sun shines from under the clouds.

There’s no gas, no barbwire, there’s no guns firing now.

But here in this graveyard that’s still no-man’s land.

The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand.

To man’s blind indifference to his fellow man.

To a whole generation, that was butchered and damned.

Did they beat the drums slowly?

Did they play the fife loudly?

Did they play the death march as they lowered you down?

And did the band play the last post and chorus?

And did the pipes play the flowers of the forest?

Young Willie McBride, I can’t help wondering why?

Do those that lie here know why that they died?

And did they believe when they answered the call?

Did they really believe that this war would end war?

Did they beat the drums slowly?

Did they play the fife loudly?

Did they play the death march as they lowered you down?

And did the band play the last post and chorus?

And did the pipes play the flowers of the forest?

Gods of War compilation LP

The four leading Blood and Honour-affiliated bands, namely Skrewdriver, Brutal Attack, No Remorse, and Sudden Impact, appeared on the Gods of War compilation LP released by White Power Records (catalogue number WP 4). The front cover artwork, featuring Thor wielding his mighty hammer, was also used as the front cover to the second edition of the Blood and Honour magazine.

Skrewdriver present three new tracks, which have a rough demo quality to them. The first is ‘Land on Fire’ about ‘the riots and, hopefully, the backlash.’ The riots in question are, presumably, the 1985 race riots in Brixton, Handsworth, Birmingham, and Broadwater Farm, North London, which led to the murder of PC Keith Blakelock. The anticipated backlash, presumably the end to the dream of a multi-racial society, failed to materialise. ‘The New Boss’ is another thinly veiled scathing attack on Patrick Harrington, who used White Noise, the bands and fans for his own ends.

Land On Fire

Summer time, rising crime, the lands on fire.

The riots starts, the left-wing guards a funeral pyre.

The time is gonna come, when they are gonna run – the land is ours.

When is it gonna end, the people say when the dreams gone sour.

A land on fire – a funeral pyre!

Blazing days, the looting pays – the red flag flies.

Blazing nights, the blood red lights – the nation dies.

One day soon, a different tune – the lion turns.

And once awake, the left will shake – the red flag burns.

A land on fire – a funeral pyre!

A land on fire – a funeral pyre!

Time tide will turn and we will spurn, the former age.

Out they’ll go and then we’ll know, they’ve faced our rage.

An order new, has things to do – and debts to pay.

The dawn will rise, to gladden eyes a brand new day.

A land on fire – a funeral pyre!

A land on fire – a funeral pyre!

The New Boss

We thought we had a new direction, but it’s looking just the same to me.

Playing musical leaders, but none of them heed us – it’s beginning to get to me.

Don’t do that – don’t do this, it’s just like being back at school.

We took it all in – we ignored their sins, but now we know that we’ve been fools.

We’ve been used again – it never really ends!

Yeah who can you trust – but carry on we must!

Alright now…

Don’t play follow the leader, just do what you think is right.

We shouldn’t be ruled by arrogant fools, who haven’t got the guts to fight.

If being the leader means being the coward, then the leaders aren’t worth the time.

We’re through being used yeah, we’re battled and bruised – their promises don’t seem to fine.

We’ve been used again – it never really ends!

Yeah who can you trust – but carry on we must!

Come on and stand beside us, come on and join our fight.

All the equals are comrades beside us, as we march towards the light – alright…

Now we’ve met the new boss – the same as the old, but the mask he wears is not red but blue.

But now that we know – where we will go, to find a way that’s good and true.

Don’t give up the fight, ‘cos we know we are right – the future’s up to you and me.

We’ll never give in, ‘cos we will fight till we win – the changes what we want to see.

We’ve been used again – it never really ends!

Yeah who can you trust – but carry on we must!

We’ve been used again – it never really ends!

Yeah who can you trust – but carry on we must!

I’m A Free Man

Times are hard and times will get much harder, for the men who want to hold the flags up high.

The new dawn is waiting just around the corner and I want to see the sun rise before I die.

I’m a free man – I’m doing what I can!

I’m a free man – its a pity we don’t live in a free land!

There comes a time, when men can’t fight the truth down – or you fought for the love of Race Relation Act.

An act that’s there to put down British people, an act that says that we cannot fight back, yeah!

I’m a free man – I’m doing what I can! I’m a free man – its a pity we don’t live in a free land!

I’m a free man – I’m a free man!

I’m a free man – its a pity we don’t live in a free land!

The men who lay their lives down for the nations, their memories should stay locked up in our hearts.

But the sacrifice is that you’ll never be forgotten, they fought to give our race a brand new start.

I’m a free man – I’m doing what I can! I’m a free man – its a pity we don’t live in a free land!

I’m a free man – I’m doing what I can! I’m a free man – its a pity we don’t live in a free land!

The Showdown 7" Single

In March, Skrewdriver released ‘The Showdown’ 7″ on White Pride Records, a new label jointly financed by Cutdown and Ian Stuart. Recorded at the same time as ‘After the Fire,’ this single serves up two new tracks: ‘The Showdown,’ a great slab of noisy guitar-driven anger and shredding guitar solos with venomous lyrics, and the more restrained ‘Deep Inside.’ ‘The Showdown’ prophesies a bloody race war and calls upon the White community to unite and fight for race and nation.

Ian Stuart was convinced of the coming race war. He told the Sunday People in 1988: ‘Eventually there will be a race war and we have to be strong enough in numbers to win it. I’ll die to keep this country pure and if it means bloodshed at the end of the day, then let it be.’ At one time the single was entitled ‘Race War’ (The Truth at Last no. 12). As for the flip side, ‘Deep Inside’ extols, once again, the virtues of white pride, patriotism and a willingness to sacrifice liberty and even life for the nation. The single soon sold out of its first press.

The Showdown

Look to the future, outlaw

The storm is coming now, race war

The skies darken as night falls

The battle's coming now, your race calls

We'll carry on the fight 'til the day we die

Against the people that would kill us for the flags we fly

We wont surrender, we wont give in

We'll fight the fight and we will win, now!

Stand up beside us and we'll have our day

Stand up against us get out of our way

The tensions rising, the flood grows

The banks are bursting, overflow

Here it comes now, tidal wave

God help our people now, mass graves

Join the battle, join the few

Stand up for your race and your nation too

We know the traitors are in our midst

But now they're running like the others did

People to the left, people to the right

People in the middle that don't wanna fight

Traitors fight against us, showdown

People in the middle get knocked down

We fight for freedom, we fight to win

The colour of our uniform, is the colour of our skin

We've got the power, we've got the pride

When we get the unity, it's alright!

Deep Inside

Once he stood upon a hill and looked down on our land.

The green fields and the rivers and the sea and yellow sands.

But now they’ve locked him in a cell and took away the key.

They can jail our Nation’s patriots, but their spirits still roam free.

When he stood upon that hill, he looked up to the sky.

He saw the storm clouds gathering and the heavens full of fire.

The struggle for our Nation, the people picked their sides.

And a fire burned deep inside his heart, the fire of Whitemans’ pride.

And I said – Deep Inside! Deep Inside! Deep Inside – is Nation’s Pride!

The battle was now on him and he fought with all his strength.

Odds were piled against him and numbers one to ten.

Invaders swarmed all over, but his banner still held high.

That one flag to him was dear, for it he’d rather die.

Enemy was numerous and his strength was nearly gone.

They see the dead lay round the street, but he had to carry on.

But very soon the time took its toll and he was bound and chained.

And from the heaven like tears of rage, down came a pouring rain.

Yeah – Deep Inside! Deep Inside! Deep Inside – is Nation’s Pride!

They threw him in a dungeon and they boasted of the fight.

The moment they had power, but he was in the right.

They took away his liberty and they tried to crush his pride.

But whilst he had his Nation’s flag, his hope would never die.

And I said – Deep Inside! Deep Inside! Deep Inside – is Nation’s Pride!

Warlord LP

The next offering from Rock-O-Rama was the Skrewdriver Warlord LP (with catalogue number RRR 85). The line-up for this recording was Ian Stuart on vocals, Mac on guitar, Merv Shields on bass and John Burnley on the drum stool. Influenced by American heavy metal band Manowar, Ian Stuart enlisted the help of Ken "Redbeard" McLellan (don't go down on a lady when she is having her periods! haha) and Paul Burnley to sing chorally. Again the Croydon studio did not deliver the goods and Warlord lacks the sharp production of the previous three Skrewdriver albums. Likewise, the front cover artwork by a Swedish fan called Hasse, depicting a Norseman and a World War II German King Tiger tank, lacks the quality and impact of the previous three albums. The tank might even be a Panther tank, even if the machine gun on the sloped front armour is located in the wrong position. Warlord only features 12 tracks, of which two are covers, ‘Simple Man’ by Lynyrd Skynyrd and ‘Back in Black’ by AC/ DC. Lyrically, Warlord was loaded with Ian Stuart’s trademark themes: white warriors past and present, freedom of speech and thought, loyalty to race and homeland, and honour.

Spoken intro:

Once upon a time, long ago, or maybe not so, in a land that progress had attempted to destroy.

Where many people had lost hope, and the enemy reigned with cruelty and evil.

This land where once the people were proud and free, now they cowered in fear and servility.

From this desert of destruction and despair, once more to the fore in his nation's hour of need...

to the enemy's terror, and his people's elation, came the Warlord...

Warlord

No one’s ever gonna take away his land.

Not whilst he has the power in his hands.

He appears when his nation is in danger to all our enemies he’s a slayer.

Warlord, I’ll tell you of his story.

Warlord, riding into glory.

Warlord, the power’s in his hands.

Warlord, saviour of this land.

Fear no evil, whilst he is at hand.

He’s been the guardian since time began.

Protector of the people and the pride with him at our head now we shall ride to victory.

Warlord, I’ll tell you of his story.

Warlord, riding into glory.

Warlord, the power’s in his hands.

Warlord, saviour of this land.

No one messes with the people when he’s around.

Heed this warning enemies and get out now.

All those traitors out there he knows who you are.

Battle cries are sounding warriors near and far, near and far.

Warlord, I’ll tell you of his story.

Warlord, riding into glory.

Warlord, the power’s in his hands.

Warlord, saviour of this land.

Warlord.

Warlord.

Warlord.

Warlord.

Warlord!

One in a Million 2

Into battle, a fearless man

Been around since the struggle began

Saw it all through the worry and pain

Fought hard in every loss and gain

He did it all for his people

He stood and fought against the evil

One in a million, he battled so hard

One in a million, leader of the guard

One in a million, he battled for you

One in a million, his honour is true

’33 was the Order’s start

Ten thousand to begin the guard

Clear the streets as the troopers march

Storm columns ready to start now

They marched from tyranny to freedom

The people with the hero there to lead them

Now they’re ready to give their all

They can hear their forefathers’ call

Death will march at their right hand

Victory will be the black bands’

Marching for a Europe of the people

And at their head their gallant leader!

Out in the Cold

Out in the cold.

Out in the cold now.

The powers say to us now do as you’re told.

Or you could find yourself out in the cold.

They say they’ll use their agents to grind us down.

They have their puppets everywhere as we have found.

Out in the cold.

Kicked out of the fold, yeah, now.

Out in the cold.

Yeah, but we’ll never sell, out to you.

Out in the cold.

They use paid traitors to air their views.

They lied and they cheated and they use a ruse.

They have their methods, yeah, spreading lies.

They’ll never crush our spirit, it will never die.

Out in the cold.

Kicked out of the fold, yeah, now.

Out in the cold.

Yeah, but we’ll never sell, out to you.

Out in the cold.

I’ve never seem then use such dirty tricks.

They’re trying to use a law against guitar licks.

And if the law ain’t legal well they say “so what”.

It’s just another erosion in our nation’s rot, now.

Out in the cold.

Kicked out of the fold, yeah, now.

Out in the cold.

Yeah, but we’ll never sell, out to you.

Out in the cold.

Out in the cold.

Out in the cold now.

Out in the cold.

Out in the cold.

Their Kingdom Will Fall

They came upon our people in the dead of the night.

Death and destruction in the morning light.

Jail for our fighters, bondage for the strong.

They’ve had their own way for far too long.

Their kingdom will fall.

Their kingdom will fall.

They put the people into debt and slavery.

It’s not the way a healthy nation should be.

They censored what we said, they censored what we thought, but now is the time that we cannot be bought.

Their kingdom will fall.

Their kingdom will fall.

They tried to put us on a highway to hell, but now we’ll wake our people with the toll of the bell.

Our land will be ours, our people will be free.

Now we’re on the road to recovery.

Their kingdom will fall.

Their kingdom will fall.

Their kingdom will fall.

Their kingdom will fall.

The Evil Crept In

They’ve done it all behind our backs.

Took advantage of the feelings we lacked.

And now it’s coming up to midnight.

We’re gonna have to stand up and fight.

What they’ve done here is a mighty sin.

When the people were sleeping, the evil crept in.

When they did one thing, but no-one cared.

Then they did another, but no-one was aware.

No-one seemed bothered as they planned our fate.

They hoped we wouldn’t wake up before it’s too late.

What they’ve done here is a mighty sin.

When the people were sleeping, the evil crept in.

They tried to take it all but now we’re awake.

We’re fighting back for our nation’s sake.

They’ll try and use the traitors to cover their tracks, but the people are aroused, there’s no turning back.

What they’ve done here is a mighty sin.

When the people were sleeping, the evil crept in.

What they’ve done here is a mighty sin.

When the people were sleeping, the evil crept in.

Simple Man

My mother told me, when I was young:

Come sit beside me, my only son and listen closely, to what I say.

And if you do this, it will help you some sunny day.

Oh take your time now, don’t live too fast.

Troubles will come, and troubles will pass.

Go find a woman, and you’ll find love and don’t forget son, there’s someone up above.

And be a simple kind of man.

Oh be something, yeah, you love and understand.

And be a simple, yeah, kind of man.

Oh won’t you do this for me son, if you can?

Forget the lust now, for rich man’s gold.

All that you need is, is in your soul.

And you can do this son, if you try.

All that I want for you my son, is to be satisfied.

And be a simple kind of man.

Oh be something, yeah, you love and understand.

And be a simple, yeah, kind of man.

Oh won’t you do this for me son, if you can?

But don’t you worry, you’ll find yourself.

Follow your heart, and nothing else.

And you can do this, if you try.

All that I want for you my son, is to be satisfied.

And be a simple kind of man.

Oh be something, yeah, you love and understand.

And be a simple, yeah, kind of man.

Oh won’t you do this for me son, if you can?

And be a simple kind of man.

Oh be something, yeah, you love and understand.

And be a simple, yeah, kind of man.

Oh won’t you do this for me son, if you can?

Soar Aloft

The country’s rugged heath land.

See the nation’s sea and sand.

This our people’s pride and joy now.

Yeah, this our motherland.

Soar aloft you Golden Eagle.

High above the sea and sand, high above the dark oak forests now.

Hail to you my motherland.

Old ancient oak trees and dark beech groves, greening birch trees, frame the meadow land, soar aloft now….

Soar aloft you Golden Eagle.

High above the sea and sand, high above those dark oak forests now.

Hail to you my motherland. Soar aloft you Golden Eagle.

High above the sea and sand, high above those dark oak forests now.

Hail to you my motherland.

Farmers and towns-people, of true blood stock.

Always hail now to their homeland, in loyalty, soar aloft now.

Here motherland, always be our watchword.

Our loyalty to the homeland, in all times to come, soar aloft now….

Soar aloft you Golden Eagle.

High above the sea and sand, high above the dark oak forests now.

Hail to you my motherland.

Back in Black

Back in black, hit the sack. I’ve been too long I’m glad to be back.

Let loose, from the noose, that kept me hanging about.

I keep looking at the sky ‘cause it’s getting me high.

Forget the hearse ‘cos I’ll never die. 9 lives, cat’s eyes.

Usin’ every one of them and running wild.

Cos I’m back, yeah I’m back. We’ll I’m back, Yeah I’m back. Back, back. Back in black. Back in black.

Back in the back of a Cadillac. Number one with a bullet in a power pack.

Now, altogether, with the gang: Gotta catch me if they want me to hang.

In the track, beat the flack. Nobody’s gonna get me on another rap, now.

Look at a me now, making my play. Try and push your luck or get out of my way.

Cos I’m back, yeah I’m back. We’ll I’m back, Yeah I’m back. Back, back. Back in black. Back in black.

Cos I’m back, yeah I’m back. We’ll I’m back, Yeah I’m back. Back, back. Back in black. Back in black.

Glory

Deutschland erwache!

It took us twelve hours since the journey began until we finally came to the Fatherland.

Dortmund city was the rendezvous.

Proud German comrades doing what they could do, and now….

Bring back the glory of Deutschland.

Bring back the glory of Deutschland.

We travelled with comrades across the north.

We went to do a concert for the people’s cause.

And now a thousand heart beats beat as one

German-British friendship it will carry on.

Bring back the glory of Deutschland.

Bring back the glory of Deutschland.

Über alles.

Bring back the glory of Deutschland.

Bring back the glory of Deutschland.

And then upon a tour of some German cities, the beer was strong and the girls were pretty.

All our German comrades and all our friends:

You can rest assured we will be back again!

Bring back the glory of Deutschland.

Bring back the glory of Deutschland.

Bring back the glory of Deutschland.

Bring back the glory of Deutschland!

Excalibur

It derived from the time of legends.

Came Merlin to put claim upon the King.

Took him far away from Tintagel and gave to him the knowledge of many things.

Excalibur, it came to Arthur.

Excalibur.

The sword that came from the lady of the lake.

Excalibur.

And one day as the nation cries in agony.

Excalibur.

The king will rise again for our people’s sake.

As Uther died with Arthur’s reign beginning.

The nation’s dreams became reality.

The hopes the people had in the Round Table, at Camelot.

The power of the sword slayed enemies.

Excalibur, it came to Arthur.

Excalibur.

The sword that came from the lady of the lake.

Excalibur.

And one day as the nation cries in agony.

Excalibur.

The king will rise again for our people’s sake, Excalibur!

Protector of the future, Merlin took the infant king.

And no one saw him ’til he claimed his crown and since his death his spirit lays in Avalon, in Avalon.

Waiting ’til his rebirth comes around.

Excalibur, it came to Arthur.

Excalibur.

The sword that came from the lady of the lake.

Excalibur.

And one day as the nation cries in agony.

Excalibur.

The king will rise again for our people’s sake.

The Warrior’s Song

Returning home from the battlefields.

Take your seat in the hall of kings.

Celebrating recent victories.

Look to wars the future yet may bring.

The warrior is he, fighting for victory.

The warrior is he, fighting for victory.

Let’s drink to our mighty warriors.

Let’s drink to the northern winds.

Let’s drink to our women’s beauty.

Let’s drink before the war begins.

When you’re young you chose the lifestyle of the warrior.

To live and die to keep your people free.

You had good times, you had bad times, never did a thing by halves.

Your life is built around honour and loyalty.

The warrior is he, fighting for victory.

The warrior is he, fighting for victory.

Let’s drink to our mighty warriors.

Let’s drink to the northern winds.

Let’s drink to our women’s beauty.

Let’s drink before the war begins.

Let’s drink to the coming battle.

Let’s drink to the blood soaked fields.

Let’s drink to the thrill of combat.

Let’s drink as our foes all yield.

Let’s drink to our mighty warriors.

Let’s drink to the northern winds.

Let’s drink to our women’s beauty.

Let’s drink before the war begins.

Let’s drink to our mighty warriors.

Let’s drink to the northern winds.

Let’s drink to our women’s beauty.

Let’s drink before the war begins.

Suddenly

We live in changing times, when certain thoughts are now a crime.

Power flows through an evil pen and freedom’s light in growing dim.

One day if suddenly, I’m forced to take my leave.

Will you still carry on, with the things that we believe?

One day if suddenly, they take my life away.

Will you still be fighting to win a bright new day?

The people who’ve stood against us.

They seem to be above the law.

With the power to listen into private moments in our lives and the power to come kick down your door.

One day if suddenly, I’m forced to take my leave.

Will you still carry on, with the things that we believe?

One day if suddenly, they take my life away.

Will you still be fighting to win a bright new day?

Our strength has come from ideals many years’ old.

A strength that has survived within our blood.

A strength our foe has recognised, and sworn to drag it down.

He wants to drag our people through the mud.

One day if suddenly, I’m forced to take my leave.

Will you still carry on, with the things that we believe?

One day if suddenly, they take my life away.

Will you still be fighting to win a bright new day?

No Surrender! Vol.3 Compilation LP

Rock-O-Rama Records followed Warlord with the No Surrender! Volume 3 compilation LP of British and American bands (catalogue number RRR 86). The British bands were, in order of appearance, the Croydon Criminals, Brutal Attack, Skrewdriver and Sudden Impact. Side two starts with two songs by Skrewdriver, which do not appear elsewhere on vinyl. ‘Victory shall be ours,’ proclaims ‘Judgement Day.’ The second song is a cover version of Guns n’ Roses’ ‘One in a Million’ with some minor lyric changes. When the original was released in 1988 the lyrics caused great controversy.

Judgement Day

Solutions must be found – won’t let his people down.

He fight ’em all the way – each and every day.

Life is just a struggle – in chains and you’re bound.

Life is just a struggle – it gets us all down.

Life is just a struggle – my courage won’t crack.

Life is just a struggle – and we will fight back!

Victory shall be ours.

Their reign will end – a sweet revenge!

Victory shall be ours!

The time will come – foes will run!

What will the traitors say – when it comes time to pay?

They’ll say they didn’t know – these vermin stoop so low.

Life is just a struggle – they told us lies.

Life is just a struggle – who cares if we die?

Life is just a struggle – we’re breaking down doors.

Life is just a struggle – now we are the law!

Victory shall be ours!

Their reign will end – a sweet revenge!

Victory shall be ours!

The time will come – foes will run!

Victory shall be ours!

Their reign will end – a sweet revenge!

Victory shall be ours!

The time will come – foes will run!

And now it’s judgement day – the people have their say.

They’ve tried to keep us down – we’re rising all around.

Life is just a struggle – we’ve all paid our dues!

Life is just a struggle – we’ve lit up the fuse.

Life is just a struggle – we’ve weathered the storm.

Life is just a struggle – hail the new dawn.

Victory shall be ours!

Their reign will end – a sweet revenge!

Victory shall be ours!

The time will come – foes will run!

One In A Million

Yeah I needed, a time to get away.

I needed some peace of mind now, peace of mind that would stay.

Got away from the robbers, they told us all lies.

Left them there to dig their own graves now, left them there to die.

You police and Niggers – that’s right, get out of my way.

I don’t need to buy none of your gold chains today.

I don’t need thick bracelets, clamped around my chest.

Just wanna live my own life now, just to do my best.

You’re one in a million – yeah that’s what you are!

You’re one in a million baby – you’re a shooting star!

Maybe one day we’ll see you – and ‘cos you rule our lives!

We always will do your work now – you’re the star up high!

Immigrants and faggots, they make no sense to me.

They come to our countries and think they’ll do as they please.

Like start some mini-Iran, or spread some stinking disease.

They talk so many Goddamned ways now, it’s all wrong to me.

Well some say I’m wrong now, others say that’s just me.

Some don’t like our songs now, I guess it’ll always be.

It’s been such a long, long time yeah – since I knew right from wrong.

It’s all just a means to and end now, I keep moving along.

You’re one in a million – yeah that’s what you are!

You’re one in a million baby – you’re a shooting star!

Maybe one day we’ll see you – and ‘cos you rule our lives!

We always will do your work now – you’re the star up high!

You’re one in a million – yeah that’s what you are!

You’re one in a million baby – you’re a shooting star!

Maybe one day we’ll see you – and ‘cos you rule our lives!

We always will do your work now – you’re the star up high!

Zionists and turn-coat racists, don’t point your finger at me.

I’m just a small-time White boy, trying to make ends meet.

Don’t need strange religions, don’t idolise TV.

Just making my living baby, that’s enough for me.

You’re one in a million – yeah that’s what you are!

You’re one in a million baby – you’re a shooting star!

Maybe one day we’ll see you – and ‘cos you rule our lives!

We always will do your work now – you’re the star up high!

Yeah the star up high! Yeah you’re the star up high!

Gods of War Vol.2 compilation LP

White Power Records ‘joined the party’ by releasing another compilatgion LP of unreleased material by home-grown bands No Remorse, Vengeance, Brutal Attack, Skrewdriver and the Klansmen, as well as by Italy’s Plastic Surgery and Germany’s Boots and Braces (catalogue number WP 7). While not as strong as Volume 1, Volume 2 still remains essential. The ‘God of War’ featured in the front cover artwork is Odin riding his trusty steed, the eight-legged Sleipnir.

‘Rising’ is the better of the two Skrewdriver contributions and sounds as though it was recorded at the same time as No Turning Back. The song remembers ‘comrades from the past,’ proclaims ‘their sacrifices will not be in vain’ and offers hope that ‘what has been can be so, once again.’ The slower-paced ‘We Can’t Be Beaten,’ a Rose Tattoo cover version, is yet another celebratory song of standing shoulder to shoulder, fighting to the death and eventual victory against all the odds. The Klansmen cover Skrewdriver songs ‘White Power’ and ‘Tomorrow Belongs to Me’ in their own unique rockabilly style.

Rising

We remember things that have been said

From the fire that once was is not dead

From the ashes, flames will rise again

And the light will guide our people on their way

We’re rising again, don’t get in our way

We’re rising again, we’re gonna have our day

We remember comrades from the past

The foundations that they built are going to last

Their sacrifices will not be in vain

But what has been, can be so once again

We’re rising again, don’t get in our way

We’re rising again, we’re gonna have our day

We’re rising again, don’t get in our way

We’re rising again, we’re gonna have our day

Once our mighty legions have awoken

They say the truth in words that were once spoken

Once our people see through all the lies

A bright new day will arise, rise

We’re rising again, don’t get in our way

We’re rising again, we’re gonna have our day

We’re rising again, don’t get in our way

We’re rising again, we’re gonna have our day

Believe it!

We Can’t Be Beaten

If you wanna be in my gang, stand up with me

Start a revolution, and set the streets free

We’ll never weaken, we’re always at our best

Can’t be defeated, we’re better than the rest

Shoulder to shoulder, we’re gonna stand

We’re gonna fight to the very last man

Can’t be defeated, don’t know the word

Shoulder to shoulder, we’ll fight the world

We can’t be beaten

We can’t be beaten

There comes a time in every man’s life

When he believes in justice and right

They’ll take so much, then they’ll take some more

They’ll hear us coming when they hear our mighty roar

Shoulder to shoulder, we’re gonna stand

We’re gonna fight to the very last man

Can’t be defeated, don’t know the word

Shoulder to shoulder, we’ll fight the world

We can’t be beaten

We can’t be beaten

Gods of War Vol. 3 compilation LP

Volume 3 of the Gods of War series followed that same year (catalogue number WP 10), featuring once again the likes of Brutal Attack, No Remorse, Skrewdriver and the Klansmen, as well as vinyl debutants Squadron and New Glory from America. This time not all of the material on the album was unreleased. The Skrewdriver contribution was the two songs from ‘The Showdown’ 7″, which ‘had come and gone’ all too quickly. Nevertheless, this album is worth finding.

Skrewdriver — Live & Kicking double LP

1991 was not the most productive year inside of the studio for Skrewdriver. In fact, Skrewdriver’s only release of the year was a live double album imaginatively titled Live & Kicking on Rock-O-Rama Rock-O-Rama Records (catalogue number RRR 109). Recorded at a Saturday lunchtime concert at Porky’s in Burton-on-Trent, the sound is surprisingly good and certainly more listenable than the bootleg We’ve Got the Power album, but the canned applause is irritating and unnecessary. Paul Burnley joins Ian Stuart to sing on ‘Free My Land.’

The deluxe gatefold cover features many colour photos of the band, Skrewdriver Security, friends and fans, but it doesn’t disguise the fact that Live & Kicking is little more than a filler release and largely nonessential. Chris Hipkin enjoyed the gig, but was disappointed by the album: ‘The LP doesn’t pick up the quality of the set or even the very vocal crowd. It was probably the best Skrewdriver gig I attended. Why was it the best? It was an early gig. It started at 1 or 2 in the afternoon. It was summertime. And a good crowd of Cardiff and valley boys showed up who I hadn’t seen for a while, as I’d moved up to Derby by then. So we shared a few beers and the set was great, even got a dedication from Ian which was great.’

Skrewdriver — Freedom What Freedom LP

Originally scheduled for release late January, the new studio LP from Skrewdriver did not appear until April or May (catalogue number RRR 121). Freedom What Freedom is a real return to form after the disappointment of The Strong Survive and Live & Kicking and yet the line-up was unchanged: Ian Stuart on vocals, Stigger on guitar, Jon Hickson on bass and John Burnley behind the drums. This album sounds remarkably polished and professional. Right from the start, the multilayered rampaging guitar work demands attention with a whole stack of melodies. Truly there is a master guitarist at work here. The solos pour forth, but this time not at the expense of the structure and emotional content of the music. Mention should also be made of the drummer whose stick work is as tight as it comes.

Yes, this album rocks hard, very hard. The front cover artwork is simple, but effective. Set against the backdrop of a growing police state and a loss of freedom, Ian Stuart delivers passionate songs of love for Europe, England and Norse gods, as well as songs of hate for communism, politicians, the police and the establishment.

Mother Europe’s Son (intro)

We are mother Europe’s sons and we, are the chosen ones.

We are mother Europe’s sons and if a fight’s worth fighting gonna carry on.

We are mother Europe’s sons and we are the chosen ones.

We are mother Europe’s sons and if a fight’s worth fighting gonna carry on.

What Price Freedom

Well I ain’t got much money, don’t care too much for Gold.

But I care for my nation, and this has took it’s toll.

For I just want to live my life in the manner proud and true.

Don’t need no interference from the good old boys in blue, and I say…

What price freedom, in this world today?

What price freedom, what am I allowed to say?

Don’t care too much for Tories.

Labour wants to flood this land.

Don’t care too much for Liberals, with their wishy-washy plans.

I just care for my country, and the people who belong.

And ‘cause I’m proud to say it, they’ll probably ban this song, when I say…

What price freedom, in this world today?

What price freedom, what am I allowed to say?

What price freedom, in this world today?

What price freedom, what am I allowed to say?

Our banner’s not a dollar sign, nor a blood Red rag.

Nor a white surrender, but a proud and honest flag.

And no one’s gonna stop us, from holding it up high.

For the honour of our nations, we’ll fight until we die, and I said…

What price freedom, in this world today?

What price freedom, what am I allowed to say?

What price freedom, in this world today?

What price freedom, what am I allowed to say?

This Little Piggy

This little piggy went to market, this little piggy to the fair.

This little piggy wore a big blue hat and he followed us everywhere.

Wherever we go, so does he, in his little car.

If he works well for the money men, well he knows that he’ll go far.

This little piggy says that he’s the boss.

Listen piggy, we don’t give a toss.

This little piggy wants to send you down.

Don’t like people with a mind of their own.

This little piggy has a wooden stick, taps it on his hand.

Hit you on the head if you speak your mind, well don’t he think he’s grand?

This little piggy had a radio, to call up all his mates.

To plan their lies, to tell on oath, to try and seal your fate, yeah.

This little piggy says that he’s the boss.

Listen piggy, we don’t give a toss.

This little piggy wants to send you down.

Don’t like people with a mind of their own.

The biggest piggy had a lot of cash, he’d gained from certain things.

It poured into his bank account from the men who pulled his strings.

The biggest piggy didn’t like his own land, he loved to see it die and

That’s why patriots are banned from flying their flag high.

This little piggy says that he’s the boss.

Listen piggy, we don’t give a toss.

This little piggy wants to send you down.

Don’t like people with a mind of their own.

This Feeling

Got feelings, inside.

Deep feelings, they won’t die.

This feeling, makes me feel fine, so fine.

And for this feeling I would lay my life on the line.

Come on now, stand proud.

Don’t cower, shout loud.

Speak up, don’t waste no time, oh no.

And for this feeling I would lay my life on the line.

Can you feel it, inside?

That feeling, called pride?

If you can’t, well that’s a crime, yes it is.

And for this feeling I would lay my life on the line.

And for this feeling I would lay my life on the line.

Blood of the Kings

It’s in our minds as we take the stage.

The memories of a bygone age.

An age of heroes, and age of kings.

An age of valour and enchanted rings.

A man was judged on the battlefield became a leader if he did not yield.

A traitor would never stand against the storm, but now we got ‘em in uniform.

We’re descended from the blood of the kings.

We’re descended from the blood of the kings.

We’re descended from the blood of the kings.

We don’t back down to anything, or anyone.

We hold a pride in our history.

A memory of it used to be.

Before the traitors took the reigns.

Condemned our people to misery and pain.

However hard they try to grind us down.

Our nation’s spirit will never drown.

So take heed you evil ones.

One day your corruption will all be gone.

We’re descended from the blood of the kings.

We’re descended from the blood of the kings.

We’re descended from the blood of the kings.

We don’t back down to anything, or anyone.

For the blood of the martyrs.

The blood of the kings.

No surrender is the song we sing.

They try to gag us with their fucking laws, but all they are, are alien whores.

Paid for treason, against their own.

The stink of traitors always lingers on.

When we rise it’s their turn to hide.

We’ll smell their fear when it’s time to die.

We’re descended from the blood of the kings.

We’re descended from the blood of the kings.

We’re descended from the blood of the kings.

We don’t back down to anything, or anyone.

One Land

Once a mighty nation, split asunder.

A calm blue sky, beset by thunder – Donar.

Once a land, so proud and free until the wall of shame came down on Germany – Deutschland.

But now you’re one land.

One land.

One land.

Free once again.

They may have split the flesh, but they could not split the blood.

And they could not split the spirit of the people – Das Volk and they tried to grind you down, tried to knock you to the ground.

And tried to beat you with the hammer and the sickle – Sichel.

But now you’re one land.

One land.

One land.

Free once again.

But now you’re one land.

One land.

One land.

Free once again.

At the end of the brother war, the pain was so much more as the instigators stage-managed the dying- Das Sterben.

And they tried to take your life, back in 1945.

But I hope that the spirit once again is rising – Aufstand.

But now you’re one land.

One land.

One land.

Free once again.

But now you’re one land.

One land.

One land.

Free once again.

Stolz

Du hast ein Gefuhl, das in deinem Herzen ist.

[You have a feeling, that in your heart is]

Sehr stark das aus dir macht, was du bist.

[Very strong and powerful, that you are]

Ein Gefühl tief innen, Stolz.

[A belief deep inside, pride.]

Ein Gefühl, das nie sterben soll.

[A belief that never, dies out]

Reicher Mann, armer Mann. Das ist doch egal.

[Rich man, poor man, you are both equal]

Es kostet kein Geld, es ist für jeden da.

[It costs not money, it’s just there]

Ein Gefuhl tief innen, Stolz.

[A belief deep inside, pride.]

Ein Gefühl, das nie sterben soll.

[A belief that never, dies out]

Der Stolz deiner Nation, der Stolz deiner Rasse.

[The pride in your nation, the pride in your race]

Stolz deiner Geschichte, Farbe deines Gesichtes.

[The pride in your history, colours your views]

Verlier es nicht, sonst bist du verloren.

[Lose it not, or you will lose]

Halt es fest, sonst zahlst du schon Morgen.

[Hold it firm, for countless beautiful mornings]

Ein Gefühl tief innen, Stolz.

[A belief deep inside, pride.]

Ein Gefühl, das nie sterben soll.

[A belief that never, dies out]

Stolz.

Return to Camelot

Got a phone call, Veneto.

An invitation to play a show.

To Bassano, Del G.

In the north of Italy.

Got a plane out to Milan.

Travelled up and then the fun began.

To the campsite, in the north.

Organised for a worthy cause.

Salute all Italia, ritorno a Camelot.

Thank you for the Festival of Light.

Salute all Italia, ritorno a Camelot.

Veneto Front is keeping up the fight.

Met Fanto, with his banjo.

Little twisting and a’drinking wine.

Sun was shining, sky was blue, the Alps were gleaming and we all felt fine.

Salute all Italia, ritorno a Camelot.

Thank you for the Festival of Light.

Salute all Italia, ritorno a Camelot.

Veneto Front is keeping up the fight.

Salute all Italia, ritorno a Camelot.

Thank you for the Festival of Light.

Salute all Italia, ritorno a Camelot.

Veneto Front is keeping up the fight.

The Reds had screamed, and the Reds had moaned.

The organisers just a’carried on.

VFS for the Order New.

For Europe’s future we salute you.

Salute all Italia, ritorno a Camelot.

Thank you for the Festival of Light.

Salute all Italia, ritorno a Camelot.

Veneto Front is keeping up the fight.

Salute all Italia, ritorno a Camelot.

Thank you for the Festival of Light.

Salute all Italia, ritorno a Camelot.

Veneto Front is keeping up the fight.

(Oh no) Here Comes a…

He looks to the east, he worships the beast.

Nothing but air in his head.

Appears in your eyes, peddling lies.

Selling ideas that are dead.

He’s out there every single morning, talking ’bout his new day that is dawning.

On no, here comes a commie.

Red star on his breast.

Oh no, here comes a commie.

Won’t you give it a rest?

He hates his own land, he has a plan to bring it all down to the ground.

Confuse you with lies, installs his spies.

Brings our destruction around.

He just wants to see our nations dying.

His desire is for a Red flag flying.

On no, here comes a commie.

Red star on his breast.

Oh no, here comes a commie.

Won’t you give it a rest?

On no, here comes a commie.

Red star on his breast.

Oh no, here comes a commie.

Won’t you give it a rest?

Support for his plans, comes from alien lands.

People who don’t belong here, they come to these shores, they always want more.

With their lies and their crocodile tears.

The Red gets his support from these invaders.

Hopes that their sheer numbers will evade us.

On no, here comes a commie.

Red star on his breast.

Oh no, here comes a commie.

Won’t you give it a rest?

Oh no, here comes a commie.

Says his revolution is nigh.

On no, here comes a commie.

Won’t you F... off and die?

When the North Wind Blows

For far too long, we’ve let our enemies knock us to the floor.

No one cares to lift a hand, until the knock is on their door.

We’ve gotta stop Red infiltration, in all our motherlands.

We gotta stand up for our nation.

Stop them Reds, the future lies in our hands.

Cobwebs have all gathered, they now obscure the view.

Majorities are in a trance, and the fight’s left to the few.

We’ve gotta stop Red infiltration, in all our motherlands.

We gotta stand up for our nation.

Stop them Reds, the future lies in our hands.

When the north wind blows, the doubts will linger no longer.

When the north wind blows, the message makes us stronger.

When the north wind blows, the chill breeze brings us strength.

When the north wind blows, there’s no more sitting on the fence.

The Marxists are all crowing, they think they’ve won the fray.

Even rich men’s governments all listen to what they say.

We’ve gotta stop Red infiltration, in all our motherlands.

We gotta stand up for our nation. Stop them Reds, the future lies in our hands.

When the north wind blows, the doubts will linger no longer.

When the north wind blows, the message makes us stronger.

When the north wind blows, the chill breeze brings us strength.

When the north wind blows, there’s no more sitting on the fence.

God of Thunder

Panic spreads, misery.

Lot of people live in poverty, decline of Europe, decline of man.

Long time ago when the rot began.

We need a saviour, before long.

Must be soon before the chance is gone.

The great leader, from the north.

A true warrior to defend the cause.

God of Thunder, God of War.

Hail Europe.

Hail Thor.

God of Thunder, God of War.

Hail Europe.

Hail Thor.

When he comes, the people rise.

Crush all treason as corruption dies.

Don’t want more weaklings on our knees.

We’ll stand proud and destroy the disease.

God of Thunder, God of War.

Hail Europe.

Hail Thor.

God of Thunder, God of War.

Hail Europe. Hail Thor.

It seems that now’s our time of need.

Now’s the time for all heroic deeds.

Now’s the time to stand and break old chains.

End our people’s misery and pain.

God of Thunder, God of War.

Hail Europe.

Hail Thor.

God of Thunder, God of War.

Hail Europe.

Hail Thor.

After battle, at victory’s call.

We’ll stand and drink to our enemies fall.

Grind their bones into the sand, make sure their evil never rises again.

God of Thunder, God of War.

Hail Europe.

Hail Thor.

God of Thunder, God of War.

Hail Europe.

Hail Thor.

Epilogue – The Road to Valhalla

There is a road, and it leads to Valhalla.

Where only the chosen are allowed.

There is a boy, with a dream of Valhalla.

A place in the land of the gods.

But in the heart, where the fire burns forever.

Where life goes on, for those who fell in battle.

The gods are waiting, the moment he falls in the fight and he will rise, when the sun goes down.

Raised high his sword, as he cried out “Valhalla!”

His dream had become reality.

Tonight he will dine on the road to Valhalla.

Chosen to feast with the gods.

But in the heart, where the fires burn forever.

Where life goes on, for the mighty young Viking.

The journey has finally come to an end, for the boy and he has risen as the bravest of them all.

Hail Victory! CD

In July 1993, Skrewdriver entered the studio and recorded a new album, which was to prove their last. It took five days to record Hail Victory. Once again the line-up had changed. Paul ‘Mushy’ Marshall, who had played with Derbyshire punk band Resistance 77, took over drumming duties from Jon Burnley. And still Ian Stuart did not start work on the idea of recording an album of cover versions of songs performed by various nationalist bands. The project was never released, but would have included ‘Ocean of Warriors’ by Brutal Attack and ‘For You’ by Public Enemy amongst others.

Just as Ian Stuart would have wanted, Hail Victory, the last studio album from Skrewdriver, was released by Rock-O-Rama Records in 1994 on subsidiary label ISD Records, not to be confused with the B&H/C18 label of the same name. With Ian Stuart on vocals, Stigger on guitar, Jon Hickson on bass and Mushy on drums. Hail Victory is decent enough with some great moments. Although thinly produced, this mid-tempo rock album lacks none of the intent and emotion of previous offerings. The guitar solos are palatable, just, and two of the 12 tracks on offer here are ballads in the vein of ‘The Snow Fell’ that Ian Stuart so dearly loved. Turning to the lyrics, some are cleverly crafted, like ‘Vampire,’ ‘House of Treason’ and ‘Night Trains.’ Some are serious, even fatalistic, typified by the moving ‘Time to Die.’ And some are criminally generic, like ‘European Battle Song’ and ‘We March to Glory.’

Again the lyrics are fuelled by a sense of injustice, isolation, betrayal and above all a burning desire to continue fighting for the survival of the White race. Pension plunderer and alleged Israeli superspy Robert Maxwell is the subject of ‘Vampire’.

This album touched many a heart. Some shed a quiet tear, but they could console themselves that Skrewdriver had gone out with a bang rather than a whimper. Interestingly, following Ian Stuart’s death, the police raided the studio where Hail Victory had been recorded in search of anything else by Skrewdriver. Nothing was found, but the intentions of the State were clear and that was to stop the release of any more Ian Stuart recordings. But them pigs completely fucked that up, didn't they?

Hail Victory

You stand out from the crowd with the love for your nation undimmed!

Well it seems that your country is crumbling, but you won’t stand and let the enemy win!

Your duty is to stand firm and steadfast.

To stand proud and stand free is a must!

You are the light in the darkness.

You are the diamonds in the dust!

You are the diamonds in the dust!

Yeah you are the diamonds in the dust!

I said you are the diamonds in the dust…!

They keep coming back but we won’t go away.

We’ll never surrender, gonna win the day.

They might as well give up, we’ll never give in.

They’ll never beat us, ‘cos losing is a sin.

Hail.

Hail.

Hail Victory.

Hail.

Hail.

Hail Victory.

Who do these people think they impress? With their little red badges, peculiar dress.

Spouting beliefs we all thought had died.

How can they still believe Das Kapital’s lies?

Hail.

Hail.

Hail Victory.

Hail.

Hail.

Hail Victory.

Just like the lies of the media Black, White and Red.

We’re still aware of the reds in the beds.

Take a big brush, sweep the dirt out.

They can try and hide filth, but we know it’s about.

Hail.

Hail.

Hail Victory.

Vampire

So many lies, until the day he died.

They say he passed on, and now your money’s gone.

It was all show, and now we all know.

Yeah, nothing was the truth, lies mirrored his views.

He was a vampire, living on another man.

He was a vampire, living on the blood of our land.

European empire, built on lies.

We don’t even know yet, if he acted as a spy.

He took away the dues, of the pensioners he mocked, he took away their life’s blood, and now they’re all in hock.

He was a vampire, living on another man.

He was a vampire, living on the blood of our land.

He was a vampire, living on another man.

He was a vampire, living on the blood of our land.

And now they say he’s dead, but I am not too sure.

Buried on a mountain, the land must be impure.

If justice had been done, he’d be buried in the trash stead of living it up, on other people’s cash.

He was a vampire, living on another man.

He was a vampire, living on the blood of our land.

He was a vampire, living on another man.

He was a vampire, living on the blood of our land.

Living on the blood of our land.

Living on the blood of our land.

Living on the blood of our land.

White Noise

Things have got worse as time has passed.

It’s my nation, first and last.

No one’s gonna take our pride away.

No one can tell me that we asked for this.

To have our land thrown into the abyss.

Treason and deceit are the orders of the day.

Come on boys, hear the white noise.

Come on boys, hear the white noise.

What you gonna do when it’s too late?

Let the stranger control your fate?

Let all our music be taken away?

It’s a little weird how it’s gone so far.

Like a madman at the wheel of a car.

No one’s gonna know the final date nor day.

Come on boys, hear the white noise.

Come on boys, hear the white noise.

Come on boys, hear the white noise.

Come on boys, hear the white noise.

We know the ones who’ve brought us to this.

The ones who gave our land the deadly kiss.

Hidden behind the screens and the daily news.

A nation of warriors prepares to die, beaten by the airwaves and the lies.

A maritime nation’s final deadly cruise.

Come on boys, hear the white noise.

Come on boys, hear the white noise.

Control your fate before it’s too late.

Control your fate before it’s too late.

White noise, white noise.

House of Treason

I’m just a politician, I do it all for you.

I always answer truthfully, honestly I do.

Even if you did not vote, I‘ll do my very best.

I’m here to get this country, out of such a mess.

Na, nanna, na, elect me to the House of Treason.

Na, nanna, na, you can kiss good-bye to freedom.

Na, nanna, na, elect me to the House of Treason.

Na, nanna, na, you can kiss good-bye to freedom.

I’ll be standing over you, keeping you safe while you’re in your bed.

Can’t you see my honesty, as I kiss your babies heads?

I’ll give you promises, I’ll promise luxury.

I’ll promise you all everything, if you just vote for me, now.

Na, nanna, na, elect me to the House of Treason.

Na, nanna, na, you can kiss good-bye to freedom.

Na, nanna, na, elect me to the House of Treason.

Na, nanna, na, you can kiss good-bye to freedom.

I do declare in my position as a politician to lie, steal and rob you blind.

Give money and property to people who shouldn’t get it, while you go hungry and homeless.

I also declare that I will do my best to bring this once-great nation down to the ground, and make it into some sort of second-rate banana republic.

You know, in my position as a voice of the people, ha, ha, I will attempt to pull the wool over the eyes of those who have put me into esteemed position of authority.

Haven’t you realised yet that my friends and here in the House of Treason on the banks of the old river, are just treacherous vermin who one day will destroy you all.

Fools.

You’re just fools.

Yeah fools.

Fools…

Na, nanna, na, elect me to the House of Treason.

Na, nanna, na, you can kiss good-bye to freedom.

Na, nanna, na, elect me to the House of Treason.

Na, nanna, na, you can kiss good-bye to freedom.

Mother Europe

Many people, of a kind, Mother Europe’s sons faced so many tragedies at the barrel of a loaded gun.

A guardian angel stands with us, stands by our side, when danger threatens our cherished land, she’ll be there with a flag held high now.

Mother Europe, stands by our side.

Mother Europe, we all live for you now.

So many martyrs, whose blood has drenched the soil.

So many honest men, who on the land have toiled.

So many warriors, whose bones are laid to rest for keeping Europe sacred, will be our fateful quest.

Mother Europe, stands by our side.

Mother Europe, we all live for you now.

Mother Europe, stands by our side.

Mother Europe, we all live for you now.

For far too long now we’ve sat in apathy, but just be warned now, before the coming tragedy.

For the power and the glory stand within our reach we must prepare the struggle for the victory we seek.

Mother Europe, stands by our side.

Mother Europe, we all live for you now.

Mother Europe, stands by our side.

Mother Europe, we will die for you now.

Old Albion

The scent of an English meadow wafts gently through the bars.

The sounds of summer harvesting can be heard from afar.

The beauty of old Albion, a beauty hard to beat, but the heart has been corrupted, by the changing power-seat.

Will we stand and watch them taking our freedom away?

Will we stand and watch them taking our freedom away?

Our warriors are slandered, and thrown into their jails and kept from their loved ones, in dungeons deep and stale.

They say that self-defence is no offence, until the law starts with their lies.

They’ll send you down for protecting your own, already guilty in their lying eyes.

Will we stand and watch them taking our freedom away?

Will we stand and watch them taking our freedom away?

Our warriors are slandered, and thrown into their jails and kept from their loved ones, in dungeons deep and stale.

Our hearts are full of love and pride, for England is our home.

The hills and dales are in our souls, and the forests ours to roam.

But now we lie back in our cells, and think of times gone by.

We think back of our lives and homes, and the girls who wait and cry.

Will we stand and watch them taking our freedom away?

Will we stand and watch them taking our freedom away?

Our warriors are slandered, and thrown into their jails and kept from their loved ones, in dungeons deep and stale.

European Battlesong

Raise aloft the standards, our ideals march before us.

Join in the chorus of our rousing battle song.

Hear the beat of the feet, of our mighty nation waking.

Far ahead the tread, of our comrades marching on.

Can’t you hear the sound of our European battle song?

Can’t you hear the sound of our European battle song?

Against the tyrants, we fight the power of gold.

With steel and sinew, as our fathers fought of old.

The whole land echoes, our triumphant shout.

The night of want is breaking, and day will see their rout.

Can’t you hear the sound of our European battle song?

Can’t you hear the sound of our European battle song?

Can’t you hear the sound of our European battle song?

Can’t you hear the sound of our European battle song?

Raise aloft the standards, our ideals march before us.

Our battalions march along, without ado, without a fuss now.

Can’t you hear the sound of our European battle song?

Can’t you hear the sound of the victors marching on?

Can’t you hear the sound of our European battle song?

Can’t you hear the sound of our Mother Europe’s sons?

We March to Glory

We march in glory, to the jaws of death we ride.

We know the gods are on our side.

No one’s gonna halt us, great power we wield upon great battle-steeds we ride.

For years we have waited, revenge will be sweet.

No one’s gonna stand against our might.

Stand out if you’re weak, or fear grips your heart if you’ve not got stomach for the fight.

We march to glory and great victory.

We’ll drive the enemy down to his knees.

Great warriors beside us, all riding abreast.

Our battle-shields are gleaming in the sun.

Our swords are unsheathed, and thirsty for blood and eager for the battle that will come.

We march to glory and great victory.

We’ll drive the enemy down to his knees.

As swords clash on shields, and fire fills the air.

Our enemy is driven to retreat.

Blood stains the earth, they scatter in fear.

We know now that we have got them beat.

We march to glory and great victory.

We’ll drive the enemy down to his knees.

Renegade

(Dedicated to Neil Parrish)

You’ve been lying, for far too long.

You’re just another snake in the grass.

You been stealing, from your own comrades’ hands.

I reckon you’re a pain in the ass.

We’re gonna bring you down, bring you down, bring you down to the ground.

Cos you’re a renegade, how much d’you get paid?

For robbing your comrades and then running away.

You’re a renegade, is Judas your name?

One day we’ll find you, you’re a renegade.

If we knew then, just what we know now.

You’d never had the chance to steal.

Well I’ll tell you now, what the future will hold:

One day those tears will be real.

We’re gonna bring you down, bring you down, bring you down to the ground.

Cos you’re a renegade, how much d’you get paid?

For robbing your comrades and then running away.

You’re a renegade, is Judas your name?

One day we’ll find you, you’re a renegade.

Cos you’re a renegade, how much d’you get paid?

For robbing your comrades and then running away.

You’re a renegade, is Judas your name?

One day we’ll catch you, you’re a renegade.

Cos you’re a renegade, how much d’you get paid?

For robbing your comrades and then running away.

You’re a renegade, is Judas your name?

One day we’ll find you, you’re a renegade.

Fools No More

Gloom in the trenches, fire in the sky.

You wait for the signal, the order to die.

You’re scrambling forward, with fear in your eyes, charging the enemy and you still wonder why.

Obey all your orders, and you do what they say, but you may be a pawn in a political game.

And your leaders may not be all that they seem and your bravery’s mocked by a crooked regime.

We’ll be the fools no more.

Now that we’ve found out the score.

Millions of men have died in these plans, but it’s not always been for the good of their land.

Some died for profit and political greed, but it’s always the soldiers not the leaders who bleed.

With a few brave exceptions most leaders are scum.

Who lie to the people whilst they beat on their drums and they plead to the people to heed national pride.

But the leaders they don’t have none, we’ve been taken for a ride.

We’ll be the fools no more.

Now that we’ve found out the score.

It’s always been those with the flags in their hands who have fought and have died out in no-man’s land.

While the leaders stay home with their massive cigars and stay permanently drunk in their luxury cars.

They take all the credit, and they take all the fame whilst millions have died in their personal games.

And if you dare to object and ask them to cease, you’ll get a visit from their political police.

We’ll be the fools no more.

Now that we’ve found out the score.

We’ll be the fools no more. Now that we’ve found out the score.

Time to Die

Live your life to the full, never say die.

Keep on breaking rules up ’til the end.

Don’t let nobody, tell you what to do.

In the end the decision’s up to you.

Live life, to the full.

It’ll soon be time to die.

There are people high up there, trying to limit you.

They believe they can run the people’s lives.

Don’t let them grind you down, bring their towers to the ground.

You’ll never know if you don’t go and try.

Live life, to the full.

It’ll soon be time to die.

New day, comin’ soon, in time to save our lives.

New day, comin’ soon, it’ll soon be time to die.

New day, comin’ soon, in time to save our lives.

New day, comin’ soon, it’ll soon be time to die.

Live life, to the full.

It’ll soon be time to die.

If you wanna speak your mind, they’ll kill your voice.

They never allow the good and proud to speak.

They’ll try to kill your pride, don’t have no choice.

They only respect the silent and the meek.

Live life, to the full.

It’ll soon be time to die.

Live life, to the full.

It’ll soon be time to die.

Night Trains

Night trains, filling up, on a railway station in Berlin.

On the way to the Eastern Front, as winter was closing in.

Young soldiers who were on their way to a freezing, living hell.

For victory’s dreams had faded now, amongst explosions and deadly shells.

Night trains, moving out.

Moving on, to the distant east.

Pride and love for the Fatherland as they sought the road to victory.

They choose to fight against all odds, against a foe without a god.

They fought for good, for all mankind, along death’s roads they bravely trod.

Marching on to a fiery fate, their courage it did not fail to a land of fire and ice, they advanced up danger’s trails.

Night trains, moving out.

Moving on, to the distant east.

Pride and love for the Fatherland as they sought the road to victory.

As the they marched into the icy wastes, there was no end in their sights.

And all they had was their comradeship, and the bitter cold of endless nights.

Well so many died in graves of ice, never again to see their Fatherland.

As their blood was spilt, so died their dreams, before the true ideal they took their stand.