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Salt on my Brain

by Fidget and the Twitchers

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1.
Blunt Trauma 03:33
You’re flogging my feelings in the middle of the street, best get out of the fire if you can’t stand the heat, in the centre of the blaze I’m raising hell, you didn’t scald yourself as far as I can tell, you’re beating my heart with a baseball bat, is it only because I’m automatic twat, now everyone thinks that I’m a fool, ‘cause I bash my head against the wall, Blunt trauma, to my brain, crack it open and see what it contains, blunt trauma and it’s not constructive could it be destructive? Got me trapped in my own chains, I’m covered in bruises bumps and scrapes, made of scars that are different sizes and shapes, pick myself up every time I fall, then I bashed my head against the wall, (chorus) Every word that I say is traumatically blunt, it makes me come across as a bit of a cunt, plastered on my face is a permanent scowl, every person I meet is constantly telling me to slow it down, (chorus)
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Inspiration 03:49
I’m shooting blanks out of the spout, hanging from the middle of my forehead, but if you point it out and shout that something you’ll regret, words are coming out your mouth, but they’re coming out all distorted, these feet should just turn back around, and get themselves deported, Ain’t got no inspiration, this filthy town got the better of me, ignore my education, all this information rattles about, sick and tired of masturbation, feeling sympathy for extremities, shit out of inspiration, don’t even cross my eyes or dot my T’s My teachers always said in class, you better pay more attention, I turned around and said kiss my ass, don’t need condescension, I’ll stop your heart dead in its tracks, like a lethal injection, altering perception on its head, just like in the fourth dimension, (chorus) Ain’t got no inspiration, it gives me aggravation, least I don’t have to hand my name in the police station, don’t always wanna write about me but when I’m feeling uninspired it just happens to be, pen in my fingers but nothing on the paper must be cause I’m higher than a fucking skyscraper, listen to me when I’m drawing a blank and then will put all of the words into a massive fucking think tank (chorus)
3.
I'm an automatic Twat better hope ya dont fuck with me, In the drop of a hat watch me twatify instantly, Any excuse fingers pointing out mistakes you're making, Being automatic can really get painstaking, I'm an automatic twat, What ya think about that? I'm such an impulsive prick, SUCK ON MY DICK Automatic twats have abrasive personalities, Cause an offence yeah fuck the formalities, Look at yourself dont you know that you're a piece of work? Pegs need knocking down in this hierarchy network, (Chorus) Flexing my muscles at the hairy big scary men, Don't think youre better than me, I crack my knuckles in the hope that you will think again, Nobody's badder than me, Did you think that spite would clear the air but A.T. dont you see? Nobody's badder than me, Yeah, twats that are automatic, tend to get quite erratic, leaves 'em feeling so ecstatic, proven to be problematic, SUCK ON MY DICK!!
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Dont understand the way youre stood talking down to me, like everything is just one long race. Dont get the way that ya try to look down on me, think what you need is a boot in the face. Cant help that my telepathy is wearing off, I cant read your fucking mind. Just remember i can slice and dice and peel and chop so what the hell is gonna stop me cutting you up on the tabletop? Its hot as hell in here and the company's insane Everyone is slipping over tiny little parts of my brain Cant listen to your Ego trip, for the 15th time Dont forget your knife is probably just as sharp as mine, Think you should get a grip! Salt on my Brain! Salt on my Brain! Salt on my Brain! Every second of a minute is just dragging by, Relenting, printing, tracking through my mind All of these words jump round insinde my blurry bloodshot eyes, and my escape attempt has been denied Its hot as hell in here and the company's insane Everyone is slipping over tiny little parts of my brain Cant listen to your Ego trip, for the 15th time Dont forget your life is probably just as shit as mine, Think you should get a grip! Salt on my Brain! Salt on my Brain! Salt on my Brain!

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Our first E.P Salt on my Brain!

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released January 13, 2020

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Fidget and the Twitchers Bristol, UK

A hot sauce mix of punchy beats, a pinch of irony, and a whole squeeze of social absurdities.

7 piece Ska - Punk Band based in Bristol.

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