Beogradski hardcore bend Blankfile je veoma aktivan u poslednje vreme i svoj boravak u studiju su konačno predstavili svima, pustivši u promet prvi singl za pesmu Needle. Marks. South. Verujem da će mnoge prijatno da iznenadi kvalitet pesme, prilična promena u zvuku i veoma dobra produkcija, naravno za naše uslove. Snimano i miksovano u studiju Pirana, u nešto malo jače od četiri minuta, dobili smo drugačiji, daleko agresivniji i veoma moderni Blankfile. Omot je uradio Subzero aka Igor iz Tea Break. Momci iz Blakfile su objasnili u par reči šta za njih predstavlja ova pesma:

Život je slaganje kockica u mozaiku. Tako smo i mi napravili mini uvod u novi singl benda i dalji rad na EPu – reč po reč, sliku po sliku…Needle. Marks. South. je još jedna priča o mozaiku života. O tome kako jedna kockica taj mozaik deli između svrhe i rugla. A kada život postane pakao, postoji li put nazad? Isprepletano istom dilemom nadvija se pitanje iznad našeg novog ostvarenja, ali i šire, benda i nas samih. Da li smo sklopili kockice kako valja – imaćete prilike da čujete i date odgovor, večeras, kad mala kazaljka pokaže 9, a velika pokaže jug.

Evo i teksta i kompletne pesme:

I’ve been running from answers
Too weak to face myself
I’m the source of my illness
If you give me your hand I might drag you down with me.

I’m making new scars to cover the old one.
Light ends in the black holes of my eyes.

Again and again I take a hit to put myself to sleeps
Hope the ghosts will go away.
Again and again they follow me to my deepest dreams
While the poison fills my veins.

Run away, run away
The demons are gaining up on me
Hold your breath. Kill the pain.
No place to hide. Only one bullet left.

Nothing I detest more than what I have become
Death is crawling through my veins
And I am the one who took it in

The glimmer in my eyes is fading out as I drift to oblivion
My rotting corpse will be a monument
of my own downfall

The devil is here,
Revealing his face
and it’s finally clear that
I called his name AGAIN!

Life turns to hell
As it slips from my grasp, I have one final chance
To recover myself
I have to decide how does
this story end.

A brother
A friend
A father
A man
A soldier of faith
When I’m needed the most
Will I stay or will I …

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