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POL004: Blindfisted - Blindfisted

Whip

Digital release: 12/12/14 - LP release: 29/05/15

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TRACKLIST:

1. Roadkill 1:25

2. A River Where Everyone Shits 2:58

3. Idolize Me! 1:42

4. The Abyss Awaits 2:17

5. Vote for Lunch 2:23

6. The Whispering Rocks 3:01

7. In Return 1:24

8. Gå Vekk 3:15

9. The Riders 2:42

10. Consensus 5:31

 

INFO:

Blindfisted is:

Mr. Fister - Guitar and vocals

Sturt: - Bass and vocals

Charlie: Drums

Guitar, bass, drums and vocals recorded May 2012 at Endless Tinnitus by Magnus Nybo

Lead vocals recorded at Evil Octopus Studios by Mr. Fister during 2012/13

Mixed by Thomas Wang and Sturt: at Urban Sound Studios autumn 2014

Mastered by Tom Kvålsvoll at Strype Audio November 2014

Logo by Kjetil Riber

Layout by Sturt:

 

LYRICS:

1. ROADKILL

Lying on the sidewalk battered and bruised
Demented nightmare ritually abused
Violent flashbacks of the night before
Piss and blood on the freezing floor

Roadkill

A broken face and a shattered smile
Shitstained clothes reeking of bile
Tire track across the face
A mission to delete the human race

Roadkill

Indifferent of the suffering of the human kind
The nightmare of a damaged mind
Human misery he cannot feel
The psychopath behind the wheel

Roadkill

Lying on the sidewalk battered and bruised
Demented nightmare ritually abused
Violent flashbacks of the night before
Piss and blood on the freezing floor

Roadkill

 

2. A RIVER WHERE EVERYONE SHITS

Wash in the light of the all-seeing eye
Kneel before the omnipotent lie

Struggle to forget
The bleeding wounds on your knees
From crawling at the feet of the bastards who keep
Fucking you in the face as you strive to achieve
Silicone implants and nerve gas injections
A shallow life of deep penetrations
A vulgar display of glory

The image of perfection
Struggling with fears of rejection
The perfect corporate whore
Always wanting more

A river of blood and semen
Saliva and shit
A river of slaves and sinners
Deep in the shit
A river of blood and semen
Saliva and shit
A river where everyone’s ”winners”
A river where everyone shits

The image of perfection
Struggling with fears of rejection
The perfect corporate whore
Always wanting more

 

3. IDOLIZE ME!

They’re hunting bastards now
and shooting bitches
They hunt for fairytales
and hunt for witches

Idolize Me!

They yearn for poetry
Sanctify singers
They want originals
They want dead ringers

Idolize Me!

 

4. THE ABYSS AWAITS

Into the darkness
No turning back
No light to find
Everything is black

One step closer
No return
The abyss awaits

No riches saves
you from the knife
cause you will pay
with your life

One step closer
No return
The abyss awaits

 

5. VOTE FOR LUNCH

Have you peeked up your ass lately?
Did it smell like the people at your job?
I met them down the chocolate highway
Smelled like working class turning right

Do the shiva-twist!
Do the tandavalimbo
Do the diva-twist!
Watch the father’s fist

Vote for lunch!
Vote for lunch!

You can watch them dance down the pipe
A bit better than you
Nodding their heads like students
They are always asking for more

Trial after trial
When will it end?
They are everywhere
They are interested

Do the shiva-twist!
Do the tandavalimbo
Do the diva-twist!
Vote for lunch

Vote for lunch!
Vote for lunch!

Keep it clean
Don’t lose the shit
Everyday is denialtrial
I didn’t bring any flowers

 

6. THE WHISPERING ROCKS

I am the one with the forked tongue
Do my will
I’m the whispering in the rocks
of Tsodilo Hills

The sign of the serpent
The song of the flame
Hear the call

The rush of the blood
is one and the same
in us all

I am the one with the forked tongue
Sacrifice
Heed my call O’ venomous young
and rise

I am the whispering in the rocks
of Tsodilo Hills

The sign of the serpent
The song of the stone
The soul of the land
Resonates in my bones

I am the one with the forked tongue
Do my will
I am the whispering in the rocks
of Tsodilo Hills

I am the one with the forked tongue
Sacrifice
Heed my call O’ venomous young
and rise

I am the whispering in the rocks
of Tsodilo Hills

The sign of the serpent
The song of the flame
Hear the call

The rush of the blood
is one and the same
in us all

I am the one with the forked tongue
Do my will
I’m the whispering in the rocks
of Tsodilo Hills

I am the one with the forked tongue
Sacrifice
Heed my call O’ venomous young
and rise

 

7. IN RETURN

I can only give you
Pain and fear
No more
No less

Taste my fear
Touch my pain

What do you have to offer
What do you have to offer
What do you have to offer
In return?

 

8. GÅ VEKK

Jeg ække bra, jeg ække glad
Nei jeg er drittlei all skiten
Jeg er utkjørt, jeg er liten
Sliten og bedriten

Jeg har svartsinn, jeg har kvaler
Jeg er spent for plogen
Jeg har skjeletter i skapet
Jeg har svin på skogen

Gå vekk gå vekk
Jeg har angst og jeg har skrekk
Jeg orker ikke presset mer
Jeg er aller mest redd for suksess

Gå vekk gå vekk
Jeg har angst og jeg har skrekk
Jeg svikter når det kommer til stykket
Jeg er allermest redd for lykke

Jeg har blitt stygg, jeg har blitt fæl
Jeg er en skygge av meg sjæl
Ja, jeg har veldig lite fint å by på
Nei, jeg er ingenting å spare på

For jeg er kjip og jeg er teit
Og alt er vanskelig og ugreit
Jeg er grusom og grim av slitasje
Jeg egner meg kun til selvsabotasje

Gå vekk gå vekk
Jeg har angst og jeg har skrekk
Jeg orker ikke presset mer
Jeg er aller mest redd for suksess

Gå vekk gå vekk
Jeg har angst og jeg har skrekk
Jeg svikter når det kommer til stykket
Jeg er allermest redd for lykke

Ja, jeg er vrang og jeg er vrengt
Sprengt og utpult rundjult uthengt
Jeg vil sitte aleine i mørket
I mismot og skrivetørke

Jeg ække bra, jeg ække glad
Nei jeg er drittlei all skiten
Jeg er utkjørt, jeg er liten
Sliten og bedriten

Gå vekk gå vekk
Jeg har angst og jeg har skrekk
Jeg orker ikke presset mer
Jeg er aller mest redd for suksess

Gå vekk gå vekk
Jeg har angst og jeg har skrekk
Jeg svikter når det kommer til stykket
Jeg er allermest redd for lykke

 

9. THE RIDERS

War, famine
Pestilence
Death
They ride

Their minions
religion, corruption and greed
Sweep all resistance
aside

Riders of the apocalypse
Ride on
Riders of the apocalypse
Death of dawn
Riders of the apocalypse
Ride on
Riders of the apocalypse

Poor, stupid
Hungry and sick
That’s how they
want to keep you

Glass beads
and empty icons
Offer nothing
You should stay true to

The riders
prowl the lands
There’s blood
upon the sands

The riders believe
their cause is noble
Remember
they ride for hell

Riders of the apocalypse
Ride on
Riders of the apocalypse
Death of dawn
Riders of the apocalypse
Ride on
Riders of the apocalypse


 

 


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