#2 Wide-oes on the Rise E.P.

by Rudebeard

supported by

	/

Digital Album
Streaming + Download

Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

Purchasable with gift card

£6 GBP or more

You own this
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
Replete in a fetching blue sleeve

Includes unlimited streaming of #2 Wide-oes on the Rise E.P. via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

ships out within 3 days

edition of 100

£4 GBP or more

You own this
Full Digital Discography Full Digital Discography

11

releases

Get all 11 Rudebeard releases available on Bandcamp and save 65%.

Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of A Mucky Fumble with Rudebeard E.P., Rudebeard meet the Goat of Mendes, #6 The GOOD, the BEARD and the UGLY EP, Toepokes and Tragedies (acoustic), Larry in the Hole, #5 One Big Yes E.P., 20-20, #4 Disgrace E.P., and 3 more. , and , .

Purchasable with gift card

£11.98 GBP or more (65% OFF)

You own this

1.	Live A Bit 03:54 video	lyrics	buy track
You should always speak your mind You should always live your life Peace and love, try to be kind You don’t know what’s just around the corner Always eat your fruits and greens Keep your mind and body keen Keep your friends and family close But keep your enemies closer…. And a million miles away The sun beats down its rays Life passes you by in the blink of an eye You got to live in it, you got to live a bit Be the best you’ve ever been Knock ‘em dead then rise again You’re only here till god knows when So don’t let anyone fool ya And a million miles away The sun beats down its rays Life passes you by in the blink of an eye You got to live in it, you got to live a bit You were born and you will die That’s the least interesting thing about your life It’s the bit in the middle that you got to try You don’t know whats round the corner do you? Keep the faith we aint here long So always keep on keeping on We owe it those that are gone To live this life to the fullest… And a million miles away The sun beats down its rays Life passes you by in the blink of an eye You got to live in it, you got to live a bit
2.	Thrown Away 02:36	lyrics	buy track
What I want What I need Spend my time, feed your greed Life of hell On the dole Working man's got no soul People always tell me, go out and get a job But I'd rather sit around acting like a slob You gotta play your part in the gig economy You gotta earn your place in this society Working in an office or digging up a ditch Spending all my time just to make some fucker rich Spend my life in a filthy factory Until they got no use for me When they've got no use for me I'll be thrown away The way it works is simple, your labour makes them fat For every fat boss bastard there's thousands on the rack They own the production but property is theft You've been shafted by the right wing and deserted by the left I don't want to spend the best years of my life Making ends meet by picking up their shite They'll drain me of all my energy Until they've got no use for me When they've got no use for me I'll be thrown away Working in an office or digging up a ditch Work all day just to make some fucker rich Spend my life in a filthy factory Until they got no use for me When they've got no use for me I'll be thrown away
3.	You Can't Trust Any Cunt (These Fucking Days) 03:59 video	lyrics	buy track
I don't trust anyone, not anyone no more I don't trust anyone, you're better off on your own I don't trust anyone especially you I don't trust anyone cos no-ones got your back, no I don't trust anyone that puts milk into coffee I don't trust anyone that doesnae like Bon Jovi I don't trust anyone that says they work from home Whatcha really up to? Do you think that we don't know? You can't trust any cunt these fucking days Cos people suck and stitch you up And they can get tae fuck You can't trust any cunt these fucking days They'll stab your back and stitch you up And they can get tae fuck I don't trust anyone, not anyone no more I don't trust anyone, you're better off on your own I don't trust her and I don't trust him I don't trust people cos folk are cruel and mean I don't trust anyone that hings about bus stations I don't trust anyone that don't like Iron Maiden I don't trust anyone that has a sleekit pus I don't trust anyone cos I was bitten once You can't trust any cunt these fucking days Cos people suck and stitch you up And they can get tae fuck You can't trust any cunt these fucking days They'll stab your back and stitch you up And they can get tae fuck I don't trust anyone, not anyone no more I don't trust anyone, you're better off on your own I don't trust anyone but most of all I don't trust you... I don't trust anyone, not anyone these days I don't trust anyone, just call me Roddy No Mates I don't trust anyone but most of all I don't trust you... You can't trust any cunt these fucking days Cos people suck and stitch you up And they can get tae fuck You can't trust any cunt these fucking days They'll stab your back and stitch you up And they can get tae fuck
4.	For Your War 03:42	lyrics	buy track
I'm the sorta gadgie that you send to fight your war, sir Lost and forgotten with nowhere to run Fill my head with fighting talk and threaten my freedom Til I'm pure ragin' and I'll fight anyone We're the first to fight and die when you wage your war, sir Plucked from the cities, from pubs and the schemes Trained to hate whoever you tell me I should hate sir I'll kill for this country and die for my Queen And serve on foreign soil like my grandad before With the Thompson guns with a rat-a-tat-a-tat I'll shoot your enemies, I'll not question at all In the name of liberty Happiness is a big gun Oh I'll shoot anyone Just give the order go on Bang Bang! I'll blow them all away I've just got to have a go, I've never dodged a fight, sir And everyone's sayin' there's wide-os on the rise You command and I follow and that's the way it goes, sir I won't shoot till I see the whites of their eyes I'll take the Queen's shilling if you'll find me an enemy These colours don't run, this is what you take me for Dress me up in a soldier's coat and I will kill you everything Give me a cause and I'll win you a war And serve on foreign soil like my grandad before With the Thompson guns with a rat-a-tat-a-tat I'll shoot your enemies, I'll not question at all In the name of liberty Happiness is a big gun Oh I'll shoot anyone Just give the order go on Ka-pow! I'll blow them all away You should fight your own battles, it was you that brought the war...
5.	Hey, Mrs Jones 04:39	lyrics	buy track
Mrs Jones, I wasn't joking - 'sake! Was that steamers' skinful wasted? From the Weege, decentred, went I through a bleak narcotic night aboard a midnight limbo train frothing fevers in the brain to drink the Burgh dry (for courage); and I rolled in around four, crossed the ocean of my floor and dropped the words into your inbox like a sodden tonne of luggage (ha-ha, ho-ho!): Hey, Mrs Jones - wha'd'ya know? - I'm in love with you, you make my garden grow and, furthermore, that gadge you saw: could you kindly show his grinning pus the door? or words to that effect. But - what the hell did I expect? - you found it witty, debonair and so ironic and you didn't realise that I want in between your thighs. I got the bull, I got it bad, I got the chronic. Ha-ha, ho-ho! Hey, Mrs Jones, come jump my bones. Y'know I've waited years to let you take me home and might I add I'm minging mad, aflame with jealousy? I thought you oughtta know. Hey, Mrs Jones, come share my load because I'm pure gonzoed for you lately and it shows and, furthermore, that gadge you saw: could you kindly show his grinning pus the door? O lady I'm a clear winter sky. By the shade of a willow tree I lay down to die. O me, O my. Hey, Mrs Jones - wha'd'ya know? - I'm in love with you, you make my garden grow and, furthermore, that gadge you saw: could you kindly show his grinning pus the door and, Mrs Jones, come jump my bones? Y'know I've waited years to let you take me home and might I add I'm minging mad, insane with jealousy? I thought you oughtta know. Hey, Mrs Jones, come share my load because I'm pure gonzoed for you lately and it shows and, furthermore, yer boy's a bore. Could you kindly fling him out the frigging door? Hey, Mrs Jones, where have you gone? In the morning you'd transformed. I shoulda known. And now you've flown and I'm all alone my words come smashing through your window like a stone.
6.	Hold Your Head Up High 04:06	lyrics	buy track
I was with this gammon, he stands next to me And spits out his coffee at the word "diversity" He don't care for refugees, no, he'd send them all back He's never left Kirkcaldy yet his culture's on the rack I think that it's funny to wind the gammons up They will believe anything if it's outrageous enough Like "they're bulldozing the bookies so they can build more mosques and gender-neutrifying all the toilets doon the pub" And hold yer head up high, walk your own way Show them anything is possible I believe in you I work with this gammon, he says there's never been A worse time for the white man since nineteen canteen But white men still rule Alba, he'll always have his say Just equal rights mean you can't have it all your own way Today I'm gonna tell him "Greggs have had to ban products that ain't halal cos steak bakes offend Allah" If you enjoy hyperbole sit back and light the fuse I'm proud to be different and I'm proud of you And hold yer head up high, walk your own way Show them anything is possible I believe in you Wind em up wind em up wind em up Wind the gammon up wind the gammon up wind the gammon up I know it's not that easy, you want a quiet life You didn't start the fire, you've no energy to fight But you are amazing, it's your time to shine You can change the world a little bit at a time And hold yer head up high, walk your own way Show them anything is possible I believe in you

credits

released December 14, 2019

Roderick Drysdale - vocals
Graeme Mearns - lead guitar, vocals
Gordon Davidson - bass, vocals
John Macfarlane - guitar
Ali Hendry - trumpet
Becky Verdon - saxophone
Adam Lawson - drums

license

about

Rudebeard Scotland, UK

Formed at the end of 2018, Rudebeard specialise in energetic, sweaty, sweary, usually loud & occasionally thoughtful ska- punk, fast ska, slow ska, ska that’s not really ska and one attempted Scottish fitba anthem cos why no?

Two years, five EPs & one pandemic later we have accrued a back catalogue larger than you should reasonably expect & we herein present it to you for your aural delectation. ... more