HARSH

by DEAF CHONKY

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cooperdininghall There’s so much passion in this record, I feel like I’m going to bust at the seams even when I’m not listening to it, bc it’s a constant anthem in my head. Aaaaaaaa!!! Tight and punk af, Deaf Chonky is special, and I hope they are recognized for their genius soon enough. <3 Deaf Chonky 4ever. Favorite track: This Isn't a Gimmick, This Isn't a Test.
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sSgILL something about this band is so special Favorite track: X-Ray Baby.
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Tomer Tzur An intense and immersing sonic experience that leave's you both sweating and wanting more. DEAF CHONKY successfully express their ideology and sense of rebellion against the polluted "modern" society by using thought-provoking lyrics and unignorable screams. One of the most interesting and unique projects to come out of Israel in recent years, and Punk-Grunge in general. Favorite track: The Babysitter.
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Michael M זאת להקת גראג' פאנק הכי טובה בישראל כעת Favorite track: Take Out the Trash.
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1.
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
2.
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
3.
X-Ray Baby 03:27
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
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Soldier Boy 00:57
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True Love 02:30
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
6.
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
7.
Frontline 03:18
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
8.
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
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10.
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 rules 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
11.
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
12.
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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VINYLS FOR SALE, MESSAGE US

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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