C is for​.​.​. Cut Off Your Hands

by Blood City

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Robert Ham Singer of this group is one of the guitar players in the equally-brilliant band Bells≥. Here he spits and swaggers ove a bed of vintage-sounding street punk bruisers. Favorite track: Year Of The Clap.
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Recorded and mixed electrically by
Alex Newport in July of 2008
at Future Shock Studios - Greenpoint, Brooklyn.

Mastered by Paul Gold
at Salt Mastering - Greenpoint, Brooklyn.

Mass: Matt Wittman
Time: Lee Diamond
Velocity: Steve Shodin
Volume: Ken Edge

Artwork/Design by Ken Edge

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released July 12, 2010

Lee Diamond: drum kit
Ken Edge: electric guitar
Stephen Shodin: vocals
Matt Wittman: electric bass

Backing vocals & hand claps: Ken, Matt, and Steve.

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Blood City Brooklyn, New York

According to some reports, it all started sometime in 2006, but nothing can be confirmed or denied. Speaking only in the broadest of generalities, it is fair to say that sometimes the group was sassy, and sometimes it was downright mean. On many occasions it was both, while also slipping into something utterly indescribable- a moulage of congealed blood if you will. Blood City are fucking dead. ... more

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Track Name: Year Of The Clap
Kick off, kick out & slap the new breed
We’re the last survivors of complacency
Break out the litmus test, bring on the power play
If you dilute it enough it’ll go away

Well they’re calling out chanting qu’est-ce que c’est
But back in my day, “A” was for Anarchy
We didn’t build this up so you could tear it down
So put your hands together, yeah put your hands together

Go on and hit us with the real deal
A thousand pills for a million ways convenience kills
Break out the pigtails, break out the botox
Bring on the 12-step intervention detox

Well they’re calling out chanting qu’est-ce que c’est
But back in my day, “B” was for the Babies
We didn’t build this up so you could tear it down
So put your hands together, yeah put your hands together

Reach out, reach out
Shake, shake, shake, shake

Go on, come on and fuck the consequence
We’re all dying from shit that hasn’t happened yet
Every one of us reaching for the precipice
Every one of us a slave to convenience

Well they’re calling out chanting qu’est-ce que c’est
But back in my day, “A” was for Anarchy
We didn’t build this up so you could tear it down
So put your hands together, yeah put your hands together

Reach out, reach out
Shake, shake, shake, shake
Track Name: Jesus Christ Superstation
Fuck you and your culture
Cuz you keep fucking with mine
Write me off with your pre-fab agenda
Make me stand behind party lines
Stop talking and kill me
Kill me with your truth
Make me swallow whole-hog or half-baked
Just give it to me straight

You want to proselytize You want to save a soul
Do us a favor And start with your own

Stop short at discovery
And chop it off at the wrist
That severed hand and your severed logic
Have more in common than you think
Please your honor just hear me
Yeah, if it pleases the court
We were endowed with a head & heart
And I pray to God that they work

You want to proselytize You want to save a soul
Do us a favor And start with your own

Signing off for Mr. & Mrs. America, and all the ships at sea…
You can kiss my black ass

Yeah, fuck you and your culture
Cuz you keep fucking with mine
Write me off with your pre-fab agenda
Make me stand behind party lines
Stop talking and kill me
Kill me with your truth
Make me swallow whole-hog or half-baked
Just give it to me straight
Yeah, give it to me straight
Track Name: Dead Things
For the hearses and the curses For the roles that have reversed us
For the leaders that pretend, their words stand end on end
For the questions, that’s why For the exes on your eyes
For all you thought you knew, and all the ways it came unglued

Yeah, it’s classic Over-acting
You worked so hard to Come off genuine

For the plastic, for the paint For the meds that keep you sane
For all your friends that passed on Their ghosts still sing along
Our pessimism’s optimized and All of us are mobilized
Here’s to the caustic, here’s to you Here’s to all we’re taught is true

Yeah, it’s classic Over-acting
You worked so hard to Come off genuine

We’ve done more than you ever did before
There’s no regrets, no remorse, no recompense
So raise your hands, smash a glass and destroy
They killed our faith, but they can’t kill our joy

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

In the distance I see dead things…

But maybe…

Maybe they’re alive
Track Name: Action Bills
Your eyes as wide As the pills you swallow
Be they crass or coy Their effects are detrimental

Called out to the cause – the rejects
One at a time
You’ve got your money & credit
And I’ve got mine

Well what could be better Yeah, what would be best
We’re the handful of hollow baby Filling up your chest

Called out to the cause – the rejects
One at a time
You’ve got your money & credit
And I’ve got mine

Your pulse declines In the pit of the world’s biggest stomach
Cut off and tied To all the shit you hurl upon it

Called out to the cause – the rejects
One at a time
You’ve got your money & credit
And I’ve got mine

And all the ones that you despise, they work their way into your life
Cut ‘em out like cancer one at a time, but they come back
The harder you fight, fight, let’s fucking fight

Your eyes as wide As the pills you swallow
Be they crass or coy Their effects are detrimental
Track Name: Merchants
Oh calm down and pass another round
There’s no discussion when you’re drinkin’
And your armchair wisdom is so rare
They ought to bottle & sell ya

True North is true
As long as currents pull through
Sea legs, knife fights
The Merchants turn out their lights

All cut off with a wink, a nudge, a cough
There’s no end to this seething
Can you see the boy hiding in the man
When his wounds start bleeding

True North is true
As long as currents pull through
Sea legs, knife fights
The Merchants turn out their lights

You’re really something
We’re so impressed
You’re really something
Makes us want to…

Oh calm down, just calm down
There’s nothing here worth seeing
Their blood rites wrapped in dress whites
They wave their flag of hate across this country
Track Name: Lighters Out
Yeah, surreptitious
Your forked and jagged tongue
You slip the knife in
As soon as our backs are turned
With pained precision
You hatch plans to eat your own
A malevolent failure
A modern-day Caligula

Cast out the demons
All the thoughts you call your own
While your moral compass
Falls off its pendulum
It’s semi-tragic
All the ways you spite your face
In the hopes of spreading
Your righteous bitterness

Something’s always killing you man, something always kills
Too many powders and too many pills, pills, pills
Let’s get the gas out, let’s set it ablaze
We’ll let this mother burn for 40 nights and days

Lighters out, lighters out, lighters out man, lighters out…

Yeah, surreptitious
Your forked and jagged tongue
You slip the knife in
As soon as our backs are turned
With pained precision
You hatch plans to eat your own
A malevolent failure
A modern-day Caligula