The Rumjacks - Blows & Unkind Words (Official Video)

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Blows & Unkind Words is the first single from The Rumjacks second album 'Sober & Godless' which is set for release early 2015.

Calling out ‘Adults’ on their shitty childish behaviour toward one another, especially in the age of Social Media where courage is not a prerequisite. Our beautiful world is going to Hell around our ears and most of us can’t get past name calling and melodrama, much less tackle anything more serious than opening a packet of crisps. Get up, get real & get on with it.

Director/Producer -- James Shepherd -
Director of Photography -- Daniel Christie
1st Assistant Director -- Stuart Beedie
Production Designer -- Eve Waugh

The Boxers -- Igor Breakenback & Hugo Miller
The Couple -- Ava Karuso & Bendeguz Devenyi-Botos
The Child: Lukas Van Hilten

1st AC -- Edgar Deluen
Gaffer -- Jack McEvoy
Stunt Coordinator: Igor Breakenback
Utility Stunts: Warren Coulton
PA -- Renato Vergara

Editor -- James Shepherd
Colourist/Online Editor -- Daniel Christie

John Simatos & Ben Hasic
Perri Reynolds
Jeremy Brull

Oh now come fellow traveller, bend an ear t’ward me,
Come cease all yer rabble & row,
All yer shrill empty laughter is slicin’ right through me,
And there’s feck all so funny no never, no how.
Ye’d as well tell the Devil his work is complete,
We’ll sing ‘share the love’ but we can’t share the streets,
It’s the kick in the arse it’s the kiss on the cheek,
It’s the blows & unkind words.

My conscience rings like a siller bell & I can waltz like a dervish my dear,
Two boots full o’ gravel through your blazin’ hell
With a shit-smeared grin from ear to ear.
Some hearts are like lightning in a bottle, and others like a moth in a can,
Some hearts are a Dead Sea apple, a poison to God & man,
I’m the sweetest bag o’ rats that you’ve ever seen,
I look like trouble & I walk like a king,
It’s my thing, why bawl when I can sing
Of all the blows & unkind words?

You get around gob draggin’ on the ground like lifes gone pissin’ in yer mince,
Were you bullied as a child? Abandoned to the wild?
And been blamin’ every fucker ever since?
We’re all born blind but we’re born with a spine,
So get up & stop hatin’ all the world,
Keep callin’ out to me ‘cos its growin’ hard to see
Through all the blows & unkind words.

Oh get back to yer corners ye filthy wee savages,
No terror hast though for the brave,
Wi’ yer four letter words all at three second intervals,
Two clicks away from a frosty old grave,
If ye’re spoilin’ tae rumble then piss off to war,
And for all o’ yer trouble get hee-feckin’-haw,
For we’re staunch, fit & proud and we’ll suffer no more,
O’ yer blows & unkind words.

Let the putrid little shites while away their lonely nights,
Sayin’ all they wouldn’t dare by light of day,
And if the church or the state can’t find a cure for all the hate,
Then I can’t find the need to vote or even pray.
Ding dang Daisy go ahead & call me crazy,
But this shootin’ match could all be over soon,
And the big fat dame with the foreign sounding name,
Is backstage firin’ up a tune.

Oh you’ve a penny, I’ve a pound, let’s get drunk & fuck around,
We’ll barricade the door against the world,
A kiss o’ life before you leave, ‘cos its growin’ hard to breathe,
Through all the blows & unkind words.

You’ve a penny, I’ve a pound, let’s get drunk & fuck around,
We’ll barricade the door against the world,
I can’t take another night watchin’ grown men fight,
To music made for teenage girls.