fist, the fist, the fist
glorious fist
this fist, my fist
mountains of mist
conceal what I'm holding in my fist
a gift, for you
you're catching the drift
a fist, for you
no whipping boy, me
I ball up my fist
and bust your lip
that lip, your lip
I can't explain
how my train of thoughts
deteriorates into hate
and I want to say:
"hey, come my way"
when I really mean:
"you sucker, come get puckered"
cause here comes your friend, fist
fist, the fist, the fist
I gave you the gist
my story is this:
the grist for this mill
is bloodied and scabbed,
a face full of fist, of fist, yeah
the fist, ‘cest moi’, its me
I’m wrapped around with fingers
eine Fause ist
eine Klugel des Fleisches
brütend in eine ‘pirouet’
I can’t explain… (etc.)
that’s it, you mother, kapeesh?
go sleep with the fish
and dream of my fist
fist, and a fist, and a fist up your ass!
credits
from Super Brain,
released November 4, 2011
Ben Sommer: electric bass, electric guitar, voice; George Arsenault: drums
I am a composer, performer, and writer. I’m also a pent-up curmudgeon. I vent on political and economic matters in both my writing and my music. bensommer.com/bio
An tempestuous post-rock journey inspired by the existential threat of climate exchange, "Triumph & Disaster" overflows with grace and grit. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 9, 2019