HARSH

by DEAF CHONKY

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Michael M זאת להקת גראג' פאנק הכי טובה בישראל כעת Favorite track: Cut Loose (How Do You?).
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HARSH - 2nd LP finally out now.

ADI - guitar, vocals, banjo, synth
TAMI - drums, vocals
TOM - bass, vibes

Additional synths by Dean Klein
Some more synths by Tami

Backing vocals on Track 10 - Bella Kaminsky and Maya Perry

Thank you to our friends and families, Dean Klein, Udi Naor, Yossi Kaminsky, Yaniv Brenner, Alpha Punx, Garzen Records crew, Pascal, Tim and Shura, and KZRadio.

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released February 23, 2020

Recorded and Mixed by Tim A at Gemstudio, Holon
Mastered by Mike Bridavsky at Russian Recording
All music and lyrics written by Deaf Chonky

Released on Et Mon Cul C’est Du Tofu, Twintoe Records, and Crapoulet

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Track Name: Cut Loose (How Do You?)
On the day when we all die the only thing we’ll leave behind is garbage

How do you cut loose from the strings you’re attached to?
How do you cut loose?

I hate everything / I love you
I got rocks in my pockets -- if they made a way in, then they’ll make a way out

So how do you cut loose from the strings you’re attached to?
How do you cut loose?

I got rocks in my pockets, brand new black jean pocket,
I got stones in my kidney, kidney stones kidney stones
I don’t pay no rent, I get paid to sleep
I work for the fun, I think it’s quite neat
Don’t call me too late, I’m asleep by eight
I don’t make big plans ‘cause I blame it all on fate
Don’t talk to me too much, I’m just out of touch,
I live in strangers’ rooms - catching spit and counting dust
I live in a realm by the whim of the wheels
Another place to be is another remedy
Track Name: This Isn't a Gimmick, This Isn't a Test
This isn’t a gimmick - this isn’t a test
When I was young my mama said to always be the best
Do you hear that?
Sound of a heart attack --

People who want to fight, will find a fight
I’m not looking for a fight I just want to get this right
People who want to fight, will find a fight
I’m not looking for a fight I just want to live my life
I tried to be a tinbox, I tried to be a villain,
I tried to be a clown, I tried to be a heroine,
I tried to put my hair up, I tried to look well-fit,
But when I let loose - down came guilt-and-blame arithmetic

Contort yourself in pose, to show off all your bones,
That shit don’t impress me, instant plasticity
I don’t want nice skin, I don’t want nice clothes,
I know where it’s made, I know where it’s sold

I tried to be a teammate, I tried to be a pro,
I tried to play it cool, I tried to play it slow,
I tried to drive the safe-lane, it’s too fast in the city
Will I crash the car
Or will the car crash into me?

It sucks to be a rug
It sucks to be a bug

If you feel like a freak by the size of your feet then tananana
If you feel like a freak by the language that you speak then tananana
If you feel like a freak by the naive hope you keep then tananana
If you feel like a freak by the pulse of your beat then --

It sucks to be a rug
It sucks to be a bug

I tried to be a keychain, to lock away my past
But you can’t hide your nature, it’s in your first name and your last
I tried to be a banner, but I don’t represent
I guess I don’t relate, I guess I’ve no intent

And if you feel like shit
And if you’re full of hate
And if you’re putting all your anger
In the hit-and-miss wrong place
Then try being a sweeper
Try being a dustpan
Try being a driver
Try being a woman
Your dust is the death of someone else
Your dust is the death of someone else
Your dust is the death of someone else
Your lust is the death of someone else

Don’t stress too bad about yourself, it’s only life babe, OH WELL
Track Name: X-Ray Baby
I got an x-ray baby
He keeps me up at night
He sees right through me
‘Cause he’s got his mother’s eyes

I got an x-ray baby
To show me where I’m broke
I need it for my knees
A-one, two, three

I know you want to see under my skin - understand the world I’m living in,
But oh I’m really sorry, please don’t get too close to me
‘Cause I’m just waiting at the clinic for my X-Ray Baby

Sugar, put me in a microwave, I want to fade away
I want to fade away in the radiation waves
Sugar, put me in a microwave, I want to fade away
I want to fade away in the radiation waves

I got an x-ray baby
(Do you like me so transparent?)
He keeps me up at night
(Do you?)
He sees right through me
(Do you wanna dance with plastic?)
‘Cause he’s got his mother’s eyes
(Do you?)

I got an x-ray baby
(Looking for an x-ray parent)
To show me where I’m broke
(In saran-wrap plastic)
I need it for my knees
(Create a love that’s everlasting)
A-one, two, three

I know you want to see under my skin - understand the world I’m living in,
But oh I’m really sorry, please don’t get too close to me
‘Cause I’m just waiting at the clinic for my X-Ray Baby

Sugar, put me in a microwave, I want to fade away
Oh I, I, I want to fade away in the radiation waves
Sugar, put me in a microwave, I want to fade away
Oh I, I, I want to fade away in the radiation waves

So HEAT because you’re gonna go numb
So MOVE because you’re gonna get burned

Let’s go swimming, surfing in the radiation waves
I want to fade away in the radiation waves
But when the lights go out -- you disappear
Track Name: True Love
True love on my windowsill
True love in my diet pill
True love is a lifelong skill
True love is worth the kill
When I was a child the thermometer read
34 degrees while passing out in bed
I guess that only means one thing I’m a cold-blooded reptile incapable of loving

Breathe in, breathe out, my shirt is not too short for this outfit
Fuck no, fuck reproduction, p-r-o-vacation
Hey Mr. Moneymaker you can’t sell it to me
Get with the times and get your eyes off me

Well I don’t care, I am a substitute, for the harm you do to yourself in solitude
I’ve seen you do it, it’s your new pursuit,
We’ve seen you pucker your lips so don’t pretend to be foolproof
True love is a getaway don’t you wanna be in pictures and be thought of all day?
I know there’s more than one way, but don’t ask me about love ‘cause I’ve got nothing to say

Breathe in, breathe out, my shirt is not too short for this outfit
Fuck no, fuck reproduction, p-r-o-vacation
Hey, Mr. Moneymaker, you can’t sell it to me
Get with the times and get your eyes off me
Track Name: Austrian Waltz
Eleanor, do you store the secrets of the world in your brown curls?
Eleanor, do you keep tricks up your sleeve in holes six-foot deep?
I do my best to impress
Eleanor seems to walk the same way she talks: fingers wrapped in her locks
She plays her part - doctor for bleeding hearts, for the hopeless at best
What a noble task in a world that’s such a hopeless mess

I didn’t know where to go, -- I turned on the radio
And playing so slow was an Austrian waltz

Everything I see I keep, I see I keep, ‘cause if I wouldn’t there would be heaps and heaps of poison seep
Bloodman said, “for country I die,”
So bloodman died, “for country’s pride”
But he was so wrong, the poor thing died blind,
‘Cause this land ain’t yours, and this land ain’t mine
‘Cause no land belongs to fuckin mankind
And I object the genocide
And I object the ethnocide
And I object the pesticide
What am I for? Oh so hard to decide

Don’t milk the cow
I don’t need your pride
Don’t take the land
Just bend your knees and die

I am mad but I won’t hate, ‘cause that would be oh-such a waste
Of energy, and empathy, and everything inside of me
So just between you and me, don’t tell them that I need to breathe
Just between you and me: don’t tell them that I need to breathe
Don’t tell them that I need to breathe
Don’t tell them that I need to sleep
Don’t tell them that I need to eat
Don’t tell them I’m just human meat
Track Name: Frontline
Put your bag down
I’m not a threat, I go through security
To find out where I’m going is not where I want to be
Don’t move to Germany, don’t move to the USA
The boredom keeps you humble, the masochism keeps you at bay
And fascist fanatics, they try to poke at it,
Peeling the scab like bubblegum elastic
And it makes it hard, it makes it hard,
Like a brick to black man’s face it’s fucking hard

But we can’t afford any deaths on the frontline
We can’t afford any deaths on the frontline

I’m not a threat I go through security
To find out where I’m going is not where I want to be
Don’t move to Germany, don’t move to the USA,
I’ve always been the leaver, never the leavee,
So hey we can win, we can win, we can win
Only the paranoid survive; if I wasn’t so scared I wouldn’t be alive

Won’t kill us, won’t kill us

I’m sick and tired of talking about the politics of leaving
I want everyone to know my heart is bleeding
Scum trying to create a racially pure state
Everyone you like ain’t allowed to stay

You’ve got to learn how to make something out of nothing
You’ve got to learn how to make something out of nothing
If you hate yourself here, you’ll hate yourself in Berlin too
If you hate yourself here, you’ll hate yourself in Paris too
If you hate yourself here, you’ll hate yourself in London too
Track Name: Take Out the Trash
I came back from playing in the mud
Everything is different now, everything is different now
I saw a man die from the summer sun
Everything is different now, well everything is different now
If you’ve got complaints, that I’ve been bruised and torn
Well nothing beats the feel of a shirt well worn

1, 2, 3, 4

I want to keep running all my la-la-life, I’ll never again be caught in the headla-lights,
I don’t want to choose between lovers or cash, so take out the trash
I want to keep running all my la-la-life, I’ll never again be caught in the headla-lights,
I don’t want to choose between panic or cash, so take out the trash

Uh, she’s like the newspaper, she’s the news
Trash. Trash
Do you really think that gossip, hon, will rid me of my blues?
Trash. Trash.
You piece of
Un, deux, WeTransfer

I want to keep running all my la-la-life, I’ll never again be caught in the headla-lights,
I don’t want to choose between lovers or cash, so take out the trash
I want to keep running all my la-la-life, I’ll never again be caught in the headla-lights,
I don’t want to choose between panic or cash, so take out the trash
Track Name: Silence is Violence
Sitting in the backseat, you pulled out the big guns, you said, “hey are you fine?”, I said, “yeah I am fine”, I said mind your own business, mind your own business, this isn’t a corporate deal, these are real people’s lives. He was 12 when you put him in a cell, I was 12 when I first learned what’s hell.
You want your dishes clean but you can’t stand the dirt
You want your garden green but you can’t stand the worms
The choir goes louder (louder)
The choir goes louder (the choir)
You’re not better than the weather
I’m not better than the weather

Oh, what a way to live
A puppet on a string
I’ll spend my life eating shit from the dumpster
She’ll spend her life eating shit from the dumpster
One girl’s trash is another girl’s treasure

Kill your fathers, kill your sons
War is waged but never won
Break the laws, break the laws
Walk yourself to school
Tie your shoes, dim the lights
Lock the door and say good night
Break the laws, break the rules
Being quiet is to be cruel

I was told I’m not a boy
I was told I am a toy
Malfunctioning in the modern world

You’re not better than the weather
Silence is violence
Fuck Zionist violence
Track Name: I Was Wrong, Turns Out It Feels Real Good
I was wrong, turns out it feels real good
I was wrong, turns out it feels real good
I said I don’t need help I’m only here for the summer
But I’m not better than the weather I’m under

Oh no, no way, is it in my DNA?

Have you tasted the low-hanging fruit from the tree?
Feel the sugar high from my toes to my teeth
I was wrong, I only said it ‘cause it was winter
I tasted the fruit; shallow roots don’t turn dirt into glitter

Oh no, no way, is it in my DNA?
I tried it once and now I wanna try it again

And there’s nothing worse than having nothing to do in the morning
I’ll do the dirty work, if it makes me feel less lonely
But I can’t survive on coffee and rye
More caffeine keeps me clean
I can’t survive on coffee and rye
But strict routine is good for the machine

I tried it once and now I wanna try it again
Track Name: The Babysitter
I tasted sugar once, and it was sweet
I tasted sugar once, and it was sweet
But not for me

There’s plastic in the water from Tel Aviv to Gaza
And the bodies are singing ‘it’s ok, we’re biodegrading’
Excuse me, have you noticed - these drinks are laced with poison
The good stuff, they sold it, to those who can afford it
And I’m not rotating back, ‘cause I’ve always got some cash
I don’t need to count my footsteps ‘cause your breadcrumbs are my trash
But it’s ok, don’t panic, I’ve hid plasters in the attic
So keep chewing sugar-free ‘cause you like damage you can’t see

Are you a slave to your biology?
It ain’t that bad, is it? It’s how it’s meant to be
Are you surprised that it’s hereditary?
Your grandma’s post-trauma, your mother’s cavities

Me oh-I’m the babysitter
But me, I’m the babysitter
I clean up all your litter
I do your dirty laundry
And keep your secrets hidden
I wash your floor and conscience
War crimes like smack now spotless
Squeaky-clean I’m sweet and honest

I tasted sugar once, and it was sweet
I tasted sugar once, and it was sweet
But not for me

When it’s me on the street, it’s not me that you meet
But when it’s me that you meet no it’s not me on the street

But me, I’m the babysitter
I coat your guns with glitter
I do your dirty laundry
And keep you point-precision
Your crimes look good on you
I make em look good on you
I make em look good for you

They won’t want you when you get older.

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