Blind (w/ WE) Songtext
von Equicez

Kosmos Kalles, 2003, Oslo, Nerve Central, Yikes!

Look around, feel the sound
Storm is rising, clouds are all around
Once the blues were for the few
Now it′s written every day on the morning dew
So keep on shitting turds where you eat
Just don't blame us for bad breath and no-fly beats
(Come on, fuck ′em)

Check it
Where I'm from the donkey's extinct and we hardly exist
Since starting the X we have appeared on issues
Of morning newspapers knowing you′ll hate ′em
Hoping you'll hate us, hate, but wouldn′t relate to
Cuts from bottles, guns and trouble with the law


Whenever it's either you or us, right?
Rockstars only Benz with satins and taxi
They say we′ll never be worth it, never deserve it
My fist is made of iron like Iron Man
Trying to rely on nothing but the strength behind it
Admit it to yourself you fuck, realize it, be about it
If not, you squeamish cowards will read about it

The storm is rising, clouds are all around
While rain pours towards the ground
Come on Kaz, kill it

Jeg var en satanist som Judas Priest og spikket deri med underbitt

Lever slum, kom hit og pet, blir tråkka på som hundedritt
Experience som Hеndrix, Kvinner var еn gang elektrisk
Kongen av Rock'n′Roll var i hvert fall ikke Elvis
Musikk og smerte har en ting til felles
Det må oppleves på kroppen og sinnet
De blinde vil aldri vinne
Har du ingen sjel? Hvorfor skje det mennesker igjen?
Kreativitet finner man ikke på et universitet
I undergrunnskhet finnes det ingen cred å hente
Så bare hold dere der dere hører hjemme

Kvalitetsmusikk er dum, og nå til dags finnes sval sjeldent


If you don't, if you don't
If you don′t have the blues, you′re blind
If you don't, if you don′t
If you don't have the blues, you′re blind
So sorry, but you've been left behind

Å tro at du som sliter er det vi liker
Det problemfrie livet ditt er uhentilristant
Høres ut som en kuksugende mann
Nok en uduelig sang
Gi meg den mest utrolige tramp
Tiden er så utrolig vi er bant

Morrissey når Jimmy snur
Skjærvansken grav
Du er unmusikalsk, falsk, rask
Dere er sånt poitnivå

Boybands hadde ikke en gang gått så langt

We got the ass, we got the grass
You know we got the backstage pass
We′re strong like lion
And our fists for sure are iron
This hit's for you now
And the donkey you rode in on

Check it

I'll be your public enemy

Till the end of my career, till the end of my life
Handle my knife
Let him slit his wrist, I′m innocent
But finish them off

See this kid is his self
And he′ll leave me alone
Knowing Iks is here to beat any one of you any day
None of y'all are no figure in physical anyway
Some pitiful men
Just bait for bigger ones
Fish ′em up, break their necks
Eat 'em up, leave ′em shut
It's funny how words will beat ′em up, leave 'em calm

It's funny how we injure stars
Put ninja stars in your mom
Funnier than Chris Rock plays in movies
It′s truly funny how the king of rock named his group Queen
That′s the illest contradiction that I've held
Enhanced since Reverend Run came back from hell

Hashes, acid, tablets, madness
There you have it
We refuse to set feet on the planet where you landed

If you don′t, if you don't
If you don′t have the blues, you're blind
If you don′t, if you don't
If you don't have the blues, you′re blind

So sorry, but you′ve been left behind

If you don't, if you don′t
If you don't have the blues, you′re blind
If you don't, if you don′t
If you don't have the blues, you're blind
So sorry, but you′ve been left behind
If you don′t, if you don't
If you don′t have the blues, you're blind
If you don′t, if you don't
If you don′t have the blues, you're blind
So sorry, but you've been left behind

You′ve got no sadness to be glad
You′ve got no madness to lose your man
Yeah, yeah