TEETH RICHARDS

by Tófa

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For Teeth Richards TÓFA disappeared into the woods for days on end, where everything insignificant was put to the test. The result are songs that make the deranged sound of happy people doing angry things.

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released October 17, 2016

You are listening to TEETH RICHARDS by TÓFA.

TÓFA are:
Allie Doersch - Vocals
Andri Freyr Þorgeirsson - Bass
Árni Þór Árnason - Baritone guitar
Jóhannes Ólafsson - Drums
Kjartan Holm - Guitar

All music and lyrics by TÓFA except the lyrics in “I Loved Them“ which are from “An Asphodel” and “Transcription Of Organ Music” by Allen Ginsberg.

Recorded by Einar Stef in a dusty storage space in Reykjavík, 2016 AD.
Destroyed by Kjartan Holm in the U.N.’s International Court of Justice in Den Haag.
Album cover and design by Allie Doersch.

THNKS to everyone that have helped us out. We love you all.
THNKS to everyone speaks up and fights for more justice and peace in this fucked up world.

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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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Track Name: Fightgirl
Be hard, little girl
people are buzzing
There is nowhere to go
when you want to shout
that mornings are so difficult
that no one gets it
that politics are shit
and no one can be trusted

be hard, little girl
dangers are creeping
and you´re in the front row
shout inside your mind
harden your mask
and do your best to explode
and release your fury

dunked in platinum, sprayed with gold
worn as armour you’re indestructible
reflective and bright, soundless and still
while the floods come rushing
explosive and sprite

Be hard, little girl
the fight is unforgiving
and there is no time
when the siren wails
to kiss your home and people
sweat starts dripping
tears come soaking
rage is flaming
and everything is red

The circles are poison
dizzying, destructive
so fight, little girl
don´t think, just go
so fight, little girl
don´t think just go
break the circles
arrows held taught
let go
be hard, little girl
don´t think just go
break the circles
arrows held taught
let go
Track Name: Cowering
We look for pattern but can´t help
muddying them up with our dirty fingers
clawing with thundering paws
a delicate contraption
shows you really know your stuff
but oh how we
set up pretty trinkets
with sparkles in our eye
sweep the floors of our inner house
convince ourselves we are just being intimate

I am cowering and so are you
I am cowering and so are you
I squint my eyes as if cutting you in two
I am cowering and so are
I am cowering and so are you
I am cowering and so are you
I squint my eyes as if cutting you in two
I am cowering and so are you

while abstraction oozes down the
walls of our mind
while we gulp down boozes as a
way to unwind

I am cowering and so are you
I am cowering and so are you
I squint my eyes as if cutting you in two
I am cowering and so are
I am cowering and so are you
I am cowering and so are you
I squint my eyes as if cutting you in two
I am cowering and so are you
Track Name: Koddu út að leika
Ég er umvafin
umkringd
vafasömum hugsunum
djöfulsins rugli
losna ekki undan

Þér finnst í lagi að klæða úr
en ég á svo erfitt með að sjá
þína raunverulegu nekt
innra eðlið
eins og þú ert í raun

Komdu út að leika óþverrinn þinn
komdu og vertu mennskur
komdu út að leika plágan þín
komdu og ég skal afhjúpa þig

Þú ert umvafinn
umkringdur
allskyns hugmyndum
þú kafnar í gufunni
þegar sýður á þeim sem
vilja þig feigan
þau vita hvar þú átt heima
ætla að fletta grímunni
og sjá það sem þú ert í raun

Komdu út að leika óþverrinn þinn
komdu og vertu mennskur
komdu út að leika plágan þín
komdu og ég skal afhjúpa þig

Nú þýðir ekkert að betla
gagnslaust að biðjast
vægðar eins og hundur

Komdu út að leika óþverrinn þinn
komdu og vertu mennskur
komdu út að leika plágan þín
komdu og ég skal afhjúpa þig
Track Name: Dizzy Little Jim
Does it look up to you?
Does it look up to you?
There, down, down below
as low as you can ever go?

Hunkered down
In this strange bathroom
Singing your never ending blues
Watching a slow horizon

The weird swim faster
The weird surface faster
As long as they long to breathe
As long as they feel they´re hard

Does it look up to you?
Does it look up to you?

There is no hope in the deepest waters
There is no hope in the Kingdom of Fear
There is no hope in the deepest waters
There is no hope in the Kingdom of Fear

There is no hope in the deepest waters
There is no hope in the Kingdom of Fear

You could have been a changeling
you could have punched a hole
watched the breaching flood
sweep you upwards

Eyes on the horizon
Bobbing with the sullen moon
Automatic movement
Slowly pulling you in two

You could have been the changeling
and done something about it all
´cause anything worth doing
is worth doing Right

Does it look up to you?
Does it look up to you?

There is no hope in the deepest waters
There is no hope in the Kingdom of Fear
There is no hope in the deepest waters
There is no hope in the Kingdom of Fear

There is no hope in the deepest waters
There is no hope in the Kingdom of Fear
Track Name: High Castle/Son of Wasps
Look where we roam
look where we worship
under a new heavy
iron boot.

Look how we roam
look how we worship
longing to roar
with our drying throats

There he lives
there he breathes
a mysterious wasp
in a dying tree

Farewell, farewell!
to the high castle dream
Farewell, farewell!
to the long bright scream

Here we roam
here we worship
frantically longing up
a dying tree

Look how we wear them
look how we wield them
kicking, tramping
trying to take them off

Look how we roam
arms spread wide
asking to fly
from the dying tree

There he lives
There he crumbles
Standing tall
a son of wasps
stingers for skin

Farewell, farewell!
to the high castle dream
Farewell, farewell!
to the long bright scream

There he lives
There he crumbles
Standing tall
a son of wasps
stingers for skin

shaking, straining
trying to stand so still
without crying aloud

Look how he wears them
Look how he wields them
shaking, straining
trying to stand so still
without crying aloud
Track Name: I Loved Them
The flower in the glass peanut bottle formerly in the
kitchen crooked to take a place in the light,
the closet door opened, because I used it before, it
kindly stayed open waiting for me, its owner.

I began to feel my misery in pallet on floor, listening
to music, my misery, that’s why I want to sing.
The room closed down on me, I expected the presence
of the Creator, I saw my gray painted walls and
ceiling, they contained my room, they contained
me
as the sky contained my garden,
I opened my door

O dear sweet rosy unattainable desire
and skin’s appalling petals

My books piled up before me for my use
waiting in space where I placed them, they
haven’t disappeared, time’s left its remnants and qualities for me to use—my words piled up, my texts, my
manuscripts, my loves.
I had a moment of clarity, saw the feeling in
the heart of things, walked out to the garden crying.
Saw the red blossoms in the night light, sun’s
gone, they had all grown, in a moment, and were waiting stopped in time for the day sun to come and give
them...
Flowers which as in a dream at sunset I watered
faithfully not knowing how much I loved them.
Track Name: Must be the Way
A brilliant scarlet sky cries icy drops
that sting the moss
it has no voice to scream
just deep and silent inertia
that above all else shall remain the same
unnamed travellers tilt their heads
they all sing the same praises
but not a thought of what supports their feet
the steadfast life of the ground
is worth as much as the shiniest metals
the last in line of the wanderers halts
a tug at his cuff
an unusual sense

this must be the way home
this must be the way home

the hooded man drops to his knees
howling inside unwilling to believe
that his journey ends with a new direction
towards the darkest places
he digs his hands in between the moss
ripping up hunks of the swollen earth

this must be the way home
this must be the way home
this must be the way home
this must be the way home

a blinding red moon beats upon his back
this must be the way this must be the way
endless digging with battered hands
panicked searching for an unknown end
this must be the way this must be the way
he seeps deeper into the soil
dim moist heavy walls
cover his ears repeat repeat
this must be the way this must be the way
he doesn´t fight
Track Name: Creepin'
I see you creepin against the wall
I see you creepin silent and tall
Why you sleezin under the shade
Isn´t there something you need to say?

No need for cheatin, no, none at all
No need for cheatin, a deadly fall

A price for sneerin, just watch yourself
Cringe too deep and no one can help

Now you´re heavin, thin bones are bare
Now you´re heavin, don´t show you´re scared
Eyes are shiftin no one will see
That is to say, except for me

I see you sleepin under the floor
I see you sleepin forever more
No need for breathin under the shade
No need to give away your hiding place