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FLEETWOOD MAX

by Tófa

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1.
Thangs 06:25
The world tilts on the side Drifting with the tide Slow sinking boats Kiss the void gently One by one Time takes a spin Unraveling like a spool Takes a spin to the bottom The bottom of the void Underneath are colors A sudden change of lighting Spreading across the ocean While they´re going under And kiss the void gently The things that cannot change the things that will not change Hanging stone pillars and inch from smashing smashing All the china lace that we are stashing stashing stashing stashing With shards in hand we ask you why must a tiptoe keep tipping while the wires keep tripping tripping Stand up and insist on something Don´t just sit there sit there sweetly humming The ghosts I cannot change the ghosts I will not change Little bits of light an inch from living living All the meaty flesh that we are ripping ripping ripping ripping With cards in deck we ask them why Must a mind alter living look for things that are missing missing Stand up and insist on something Don´t just sit there sit there sweetly humming What a mess what a mess singing resonant stress What a mess what a mess what a mess Take the call and return the riot Tip the cup and take a gulp of The things that cannot change the things that will not change The things that cannot change the things that will not Take the call and return the riot Tip the cup and take a gulp of The things that cannot change the things that will not change The things that cannot change the things that will not Take the call and return the riot Tip the cup and take a gulp of The things that cannot change the things that will not change The things that cannot change the things that will not change The things I cannot change the things I will not change Hanging stone pillars an inch from smashing smashing All the china lace that we are stashing stashing stashing stashing With cards in deck we ask them why must a mind alter living look for things that are missing missing Stand up and insist on something Don´t just sit there sit there sweetly humming What a mess what a mess What a mess what a mess what a mess
2.
Hoof 03:08
With fingers sticking out We’re all waiting for Them to come around Apply their happy polish And make us prettier Than we should hope for And make believe that Life is just enjoyment Our tongues are sticking out Confidence and sass So we can think That we have it controlled Our tongues are sticking out Confidence and sass So we can think That we have it controlled Wet and underdressed Sprinkled with the best So we believe that We are masterpieces We step into the line A dance for killing time Before too long Our legs have been destroyed We step into the line A dance for killing time Before too long Our legs have been destroyed Our tongues are sticking out Confidence and sass So we can think That we have it controlled Wet and underdressed Sprinkled with the best So we believe that We are masterpieces Unamusing Giant Lie Just confusing Space and time Unamusing Giant Lie Just confusing Space and time Unamusing Waste of time Unamusing Giant Lie Just confusing Space and time Unamusing Giant Lie We put our trust in them It’s just another name For hope surrender To make our parents proud To make our parents proud To make our parents proud Just like we did When we were younger Our heads are huddled in Speaking in false tongues Before too long it will Snare us in our traps Our heads are huddled in Speaking in false tongues Before too long it will Snare us in our traps Snare us in our traps Snare us in our traps Snare us in our traps
3.
There’s something vulgar on the horizon Like a bird or plane or something other Maybe it’s the truth dressed in a suit Maybe it’s the truth dressed in a suit Maybe it’s a taxidermied fruit Would anybody tell me soon About travesty and catastrophe All of you will die All of you, all of you will die All of you, all of you will die All of you, all of you will die All of you, all of you will die Would anybody tell me soon about travesty and catastrophe one the fucking harvest moon holy matrimony of two Knocks on our door without us having a clue Knocks on our door without us having a clue This is not a statement or a question It’s a warning: All of you will die All of you, all of you will die All of you, all of you will die All of you, all of you will die All of you, all of you will die All of you, all of you will die All of you, all of you will die All of you, all of you will die All of you, all of you will die
4.
A shack looms alone past the dim lit drive Keep Out a fair warning and a challenge Feet are dragging and I can´t stand up Oh there´s no stopping no waiting hesitating Twisted branches lead to the hidden door Splintered wood and rusty nails An ease to push kick stomp and shatter now Oh the staleness seeps into the night Things are just a bit dimmer and there´s no waiting hesitating Things are just a bit dimmer and there´s no waiting hesitating Velvet dust swims til no oxygen is left Faint red light crawls from the floorboards A single look shows that the legends are true The legends are true the legends are Blood is pumping fast through tangled veins Are the shadows living or distorted A single look shows that the legends are true A giant beating heart just about your size Things are just a bit dimmer and there´s no waiting hesitating Things are just a bit dimmer and there´s no waiting hesitating Things are just a bit dimmer things are just a bit dimmer And I can´t see my eyes arms are tangled tight I can´t see my eyes walking through the night I can´t see my eyes I can´t see my Walking through the night I can´t see my eyes Arms are tangled tight Walking through the night Walking through the night I can´t see my eyes I can´t see my eyes I can´t see my eyes
5.
Ratz of RVK 03:40
Humans are the only ones who want to be something other than an animal other than an animal Want to fit in want to have things Need their pills and self esteem Need their pills and self esteem Need their pills and self esteem Humans are the only ones who analyze their own reflection “I am not an animal, I am not an animal!” Want to fit in want to have things Need their pills and self esteem Need their pills and self esteem Need their pills and self esteem Humans are the only ones who analyze their own reflection “I am not an animal, I am not an animal!” Humans are the only ones who want to be something other than an animal I am not an animal They’re rats! In Reykjavik! On the loose! (with an) Unkempt pelt! (and a) Crooked tail! On the loose! (with an) Unkempt pelt! (and a) Crooked tail! They’re rats! In Reykjavik! Humans are the only ones Who analyze their own reflection “I am not an animal, I am not an animal!” Want to fit in want to have things Need their pills and self esteem Need their pills and self esteem Need their pills and self esteem Humans are the only ones who want to be something other than an animal “I am just an animal!” They’re rats! In Reykjavik! On the loose! (with an) Unkempt pelt! (and a) Crooked tail! On the loose! (with an) Unkempt pelt! (and a) Crooked tail! They’re rats! In Reykjavik! They should be hanged, flayed, upside down on a clothesline for all to see For all to see They should be hanged, flayed, upside down for all to see For all to see!
6.
Keep it to yourself (about 3 million times) Heavy air fills your lungs of the things you’re missing from your youth You can’t explain the hole that it left but there’s a darkness creeping in your chest You shouldn’t say, but you feel it all the same Blood too close to the surface of your skin, white becomes red, pulse starts to race You can’t explain the color or the shade but the brightness it had is now decayed You shouldn’t say, but you see it all the same In every corner and every nook We find some other dust to slip under the floorboards In every bright and moon filled night We find a shadow to wrap around ourselves In every corner and every nook We find some other dust to slip under the floorboards In every bright and moon filled night We find a shadow to wrap around ourselves Static roar hangs around, tangled and creeping without signs of ending You can’t explain the fear that it brings, but there’s no rest for the song it sings You shouldn’t say, but you hear it all the same Acid boiling in your throat, rinsing your teeth and stinging your tongue You can’t explain the bitterness and bite but it’s a strange and deep delight You shouldn’t say but you taste it all the same In every corner and every nook We find some other dust to slip under the floorboards In every bright and moon filled night We find a shadow to wrap around ourselves In every corner and every nook We find some other dust to slip under the floorboards In every bright and moon filled night We find a shadow to wrap around ourselves yeah Around ourselves yeah On every moon filled night On every moon filled night Another shadow Keep it to yourself Keep it to yourself Keep it to yourself Keep it to yourself You hear it all the same You see it all the same You taste it all the same On every bright and moon filled night We find a shadow shadow to wrap around ourselves Every moon filled night A shadow To wrap around ourselves Keep it to yourself, oh, keep it to yourself.
7.
Coastlines 04:37
Human history which is shown in blue Transparent negatives ashamed of its nudity In a way that its dead kings and bishops cover up their limbs Truth’s stone ripples the still sea Whose stream has come to a halt A woman takes off her boots Before walking into the sea To keep the salt from it To keep the salt from it Lap lap lap! Lap lap lap! Oh, a chemical formula Of the powerful error Of howling sharks And silent tide lines Which isn’t yet to be found An unrotten apple In an abandoned house Human history which is shown in blue Transparent negatives ashamed of its nudity Dead kings and bishops cover up their limbs Dead kings and bishops cover up their limbs A chemical formula Of the powerful error Of howling sharks And silent tide lines Which are not yet to be found An unrotten apple In an abandoned house Green shining fruits of the unreal Oh, a chemical formula Of the powerful error Of howling sharks And silent tide lines Which isn’t yet to be found An unrotten apple In an abandoned house The gunpowder of language is to be found Between panels and wall which are covered in Hardened foil, blue shining foil of the unreal. Nothing’s so hidden that it’s not to be found Nothing’s so hidden that it’s not to be found When people close their eyes they have A meeting with their own organs, and put A fuse in their mouth Blast blast blast! Blast blast blast! Powerful men split like mice in a spring trap Their white skulls crumble at the same time Their intestines burst out of their hairy bodies Like lava volcano It’s nature opening, the earth confessing Lap Lap Lap! Crash crash crash! Blast blast blast! A sea swallows the woman’s hips But the silence of the tide is broken The coastline rumbles The coastline rumbles The coastline rumbles The coastline rumbles The coastline rumbles The coastline rumbles! Oh, a chemical formula Of the powerful error Of howling sharks And silent tide lines Which isn’t yet to be found An unrotten apple In an abandoned house Which is shown in blue Transparent negatives ashamed of its nudity In a way that its dead kings and bishops cover up their limbs Truth’s stone ripples the still sea Whose stream has come to a halt

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Female fronted art-punk band influenced by 20th century literature and creating noise in the likes of Deerhoof, Perfect Pussy and Fucked Up.

Tófa (The Blue Fox), cute and cuddly on the outside but vicious and bloodthirsty on the inside.

Although the members of Tófa (e.g. from For a Minor Reflection and Rökkurró) get inspired by sunsets and light-beer they are ready to throw a tantrum and a couple of fists when threatened.

Tófa was born out of friendship and rage and is now on full alert, ready to dominate the punk scene on it´s own. Be afraid, be very afraid.

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released November 6, 2015

Allie Doersch - Vocals
Árni Þór Árnason - Baritone guitar
Jóhannes Ólafsson - Drums
Kjartan Dagur Holm - Guitar

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Tófa Reykjavík, Iceland

Female fronted art-punk band influenced by 20th century literature and creating noise in the likes of Deerhoof, Perfect Pussy and Fucked Up.

Tófa (The Blue Fox), cute and cuddly on the outside but vicious and bloodthirsty on the inside.
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