Reign of the Unblinking Eye

by The Bendal Interlude

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    The Bendal Interlude album 'Reign of the Unblinking Eye' 6 panel matte card digipak, with artwork by Chris Alliston and Dave Perry. On Black Bow records. Released April 2016. (price includes P&P)

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    This item is sold out but you can buy our few remaining copies at our shows, or buy from Black Bow Records at the link in our 'Websites' section.

    12" Record with artwork by Chris Alliston and Dave Perry. Comes with lyrics sheet insert.

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    Artwork by Golden Harvest Industries. White print on black Gildan Heavy Cotton. Comfy and looks a beast! (price includes P&P)
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6 panel CD Digipak and Record available.
Released through Black Bow Records.
Recorded by The Bendal Interlude and Trippy at Toxdeath Studios.
MIxed by Chris Fieding at Skyhammer Studios.
Mastered by James Plotkin.
Artwork by Chris Alliston & Dave Perry.

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released April 1, 2016

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'Reign of the Unblinking Eye' released through Black Bow Records, April 1st 2016.

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Track Name: Buckfast For Breakfast
Wake up. Wet floor on a new day
Still in shoes
Glazed look, one had in the ashtray
No need for food

My kecks are soakin', phone is fucked.
Morning has broken, so let's get bucked

SWIG!! AND PASS
Just mouth to neck mate, sack the glass
SWIG!! AND PASS

Get up. Back on it in a new way
The viscous juice
Buck up! Oscillate that fucker my way
Benedictine brew

SWIG!! AND PASS
Just mouth to neck mate, sack the glass
SWIG!! AND PASS
SWIG!! AND PASS

Start the day : scumbag-style

We start the day
In scumbag style

Messed up. Jitter-juice carves a new wave
So begins part 2
Rave up. Phone for Garys, phone in sick Dave
Get more Bucky too

Suck thickness, swig and pass it on
Fuck sickness, that's what tonic's for

Suck thickness, swig and pass it on
Fuck sickness, that's what tonic's for

BUCKFAST!! : BREAKFAST!!!
Track Name: Losing Things
Where is my stuff?
I'm pretty sure I had some gloves
My keys were attached to me
But I went out and got...
My hat is gone
Vaguely remember, throwing it at someone
My coins evidently joined,
All the shit I lost last month

Recalling : phones gone-by
Dropped out in a taxi

When I was ten
Two leather jackets : never seen again
Had to opt for the denim cloth
Has anyone seen my....?
Bobbing in the sea
To my surprise I discovered currency
When I returned I slowly learned
It was my own lost fucking money

Recalling : wallets lost
Bus passes I've had to replace

Don't know where I last had it
I'd had three Garys and was proper bladdered

Don't know where I've put it
Got distracted now I've proper fucked it

I've lost me cash,
lost me phone and lost me hash
Sick of texting it, people keep expecting it:
"Has anyone seen my...?"
Where is my stuff?
Pretty sure I had some gloves
My keys were attached to me
But I went out and got fucked.
Track Name: The Unblinking Eye
I've seen things that you wouldn't believe
Life through a sneeze
Tacky eye cacking-up your sleeve
Tasteless grin

Not right when I first woke
Eye is glitching
And the lid's unblinking

What a sight,
When your eyebulb's open all night
And you've lost control of the right
And your rolly-smoking is shite
Dead gob eating

Unknown parts of my neck, they seize
Deirdre Rasheed
Propped face gives the words a squeeze
Eye patched-in

And I squeak when I try to smoke
Well annoying
And the eye's unblinking

What a sight,
When your eyebulb's open all night
And you've lost control of the right
And your rolly-smoking is shite
Dead gob eating

Eye's unblinking

Reign of the unblinking eye

Reign of the unblinking eye

Eye's unblinking
Track Name: Efram's Hands
Feel the tugging, at your brain-stem
As your conciousness splits
He's a madman,
He's a scholar,
He's a little shit

Old Efram's in your mind now
Your hands are not your own
Your mind's eye rendered blind now
As he makes your form his home

Snap-back, you don't know quite how
Self : regained for a bit
Your friends have sacked you off now
Been acting like a tit

Hear the thudding, at your brain pan
As your faculties wilt
Stains they linger, on the finger
As do the feelings of guilt

Old Efram's deep inside you
Your glands are not your own

His own corpse : used to hide you
Dripping black
His own thoughts used to guide you
No slipping back

Rank mess on cellar flooring
Looking shit
Smug grin, his hands are pawing
At your bits
Track Name: Pint of Bodies
Whilst scraping out your person
I ventured a taste
One lick of what's dispersin'
Just to set the pace

Problematic flavour
From pancreatic juice
Discuss your bowels with fervour
As I ransack your papoose

Taste your whine
As I'm bleeding you dry
Waste of time
Got no eye juice to cry

Unseen threat to hygiene
Unclean tools I use
Grow fat upon your proteins
As I'm lapping up your pools

Take my time
Getting pressure just right
Drain your bile
Drain the tears from your sight
Show your slime
Please don't put up a fight
I've got time
I could do this all night
Not a crime
'Cause you said it's all right
Track Name: Creaks Gigantic
The racket that you heard in town before
Came from waking up my machine

Man it reeks of sulphur
And it's oiled with shame
And it's gears running hot with the strain

Pumps spinal fluid
Through ferrous vein
And it's all work little gain

The gasses that emit,
The waste that pours
Spilling through the streets
Lava stream

And it creaks gigantic
As it thrusts again
But it'll never rust in it's reign

Seeps voltage humid
From a churning brain
And it's turning on again

And it's already there

Roll me out
Repetitive strain I could do without

Dole me out
Tactical pain
From a monster clout
Track Name: Triumph of Fortitudo
KId-jibbing
Flat nursery
He'll be ok
Let him stay
Walk away


Goshed silence
Boss tapestry
Feet glued to floor
By the gore
That he saw

Strangling a dragon
Like she's not even arsed
Fortitudo
Straddling a lion
'Cause she wants to get passed
Old Fortitudo

Stake driven
Tent dentistry
Warp, weft and waste
Peg in face
Fix in place

Pin cushion
Grim artistry
Chop head in sack
Hand burned black
Body slack

Got a choke-hold on a dragon
Like she's not even arsed
Fortitudo
Straddling a lion
'Cause she wants to get passed
Old Fortitudo

FORTITUDO!!

OLD FORTITUDO

Gore that's great in size
Satiates my eyes

Chlolia
Cinope
Mutius
Publius
They'd all be disgusted in you
In you
Track Name: The Block
Wire coathanger ; my weapon of choice
Failing that, a stick would suffice
So satisfying ; the slice and release
Break nutty crust like an ice cream Feast

I've got no hanger or plungers
The stick I've got has snapped
And drain unblocker has failed
I know my hand's going under
To grip this sturdy bap
And now the shocker revealed

NO GLOVES

Now shake hands with what you've been shitting
Bog paper strands the lace on stinky brown mitten
The warm, the soft, the shame, the increase in sickness
The swarm of pride that came as I decreased it's thickness

The swollen damn relieves now
The water mark hangs black
Flushes bulk away
My tenancy reprieved now
That Moose can have a crap
Save the bushes for another day

Don't be fooled by the props that I've got
I've had me fingers in The Block

I'VE HAD ME FINGERS IN THE BLOCK!!
I'VE HAD ME FINGERS IN THE BLOCK!!
AGAIN!!
BLOCK, AGAIN!!
BLOCK, AGAIN!!
I'VE HAD ME FINGERS IN THE BLOCK!!
HAD ME FINGERS, REEKING!!
I'VE HAD ME FINGERS IN THE BLOCK
Track Name: R.I.P. SP-808
Sat sofa, Trisha in you
Doc died so you replaced
Speech from Undead 'Look upon my face'
We chopped up Pink Flamingos
Cum-shots and horror screams
Goodnight Sweatheart telly themes
Did gigs and you were never cleaned
Sweat, grit and bevs dripped through your seams

The blame
Is all mine
SP-808

So I took you down to Bristol
Coach mishes, old suitcase
From squat to squat always had your place
Got sick had ill effects then
Couldn't fix so I bought your mate
With plans to fix at a later date
Now you won't load I want to cremate

The shame
I goosed my
SP-808

I WANT ME SAMPLES BACK!!

SAMPLES BACK!!

I WANT ME SAMPLES BACK!!