The band played at the Scandinavian Roskilde Festival in 2004. At one time they were signed to Burning Heart Records, which houses a number of Swedish punk rock and hardcore punk bands.
In 2010 Hagman received a serious electrical shock during a concert in Sundsvall when he touched a power cable which had been punctured by a riot fence. He collapsed on the stage.
The band's album Veil of Ignorance, released in 2009, placed on the Swedish charts and was nominated for a Swedish Grammy Award. Many of the songs on this album were written by Hagman.
In 2013 Raised Fist signed a two-album contract with Epitaph Records. In 2015, after working on the songs for five years, Raised Fist released an album From the North.
Vocalist Alexander appeared in an interview on Swedish television TV4 where he criticizes the EU Directive on the enforcement of intellectual property rights in EU countries.
City Of Cold
Raised Fist Lyrics
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And even though I have to admit, that sometimes we love to spit on it.
But I would take a million bullets for it, the centre of this story.
And when I quit, to commit to the pit.
And when I’ve stopped to transmit, bury me in a hole under my favourite tree.
Wait a bit, say goodbye, put a fucking lid on it and split.
When at home burning the flag, when away living in a bag.
Getting mad, feeling sad.
City of cold,
on with the shoeshine.
Stepping on those fucking toes, now and forever.
The city of cold where you can't grow old.
And when I quit to commit to the pit.
And when I've stopped to transmit, bury me in a fucking hole,
wait a bit, say goodbye and off you go.
We live in the cit y of snow.
So small and cold , five hundred years old .
No stories untold, no one is in control .
Sounds cute I know, small city with snow, one street, no flow.
And even though I mostly hate the snow,
now and forever, it 's better then hating people I don't even know.
And even if you want your own fame to grow,
I wouldn’t talk shit about people I don't even know.
The lyrics of Raised Fist's song "City of Cold" describe the band's attachment to their hometown, despite its flaws. The first verse acknowledges that the city can be cold and unwelcoming, but nonetheless the singer feels a deep attachment to it and would do anything to protect it. The second verse confronts mortality, with the singer stating that when they die, they want to be buried in a hole under their favorite tree. The bridge of the song is a call and response between the band and the listener, with the band repeating the affirmation that they are proud of their city.
The chorus shifts focus to the singer's experience of the city, with the lyrics describing a place where people are always on edge and there is a constant pressure to succeed. However, despite the challenges, the singer feels a sense of loyalty to the city and is willing to defend it. The final verse speaks directly to the themes of isolation and community that run throughout the song. The singer acknowledges that their hometown may be small and provincial, but ultimately they prefer living in a place like that to being disconnected from their roots.
Overall, "City of Cold" is a song about the complicated relationship people have with their hometowns. Despite its flaws, the singer feels a deep loyalty to their city and would do anything to protect it.
Line by Line Meaning
We live in the city of cold.
Our home is a place that is often cold and unforgiving.
And even though I have to admit, that sometimes we love to spit on it.
Although we may criticize our city, we still have a sense of pride and affection for it.
But I would take a million bullets for it, the centre of this story.
Despite our gripes, we would still be willing to defend our city at all costs as it is the place where our lives unfold.
And when I quit, to commit to the pit.
Should I die, leaving my earthly existence for good...
And when I’ve stopped to transmit, bury me in a hole under my favourite tree.
...I wish to be laid to rest in a peaceful spot that I hold dear.
Wait a bit, say goodbye, put a fucking lid on it and split.
Don't mourn for me too long, for life must go on without me.
City of cold, on with the shoeshine.
Despite the harshness of the place we call home, we must keep moving forward and shine up our boots for the next day.
Stepping on those fucking toes, now and forever.
We will continue to press on, even if it means stepping on toes and making someone angry: we will never apologize.
The city of cold where you can't grow old.
Our city is unforgiving and does not allow one to grow comfortable in old age.
We live in the city of snow.
Our home is often covered in snow, making it even colder and more difficult to survive.
So small and cold, five hundred years old.
Our city is not a grand metropolis, but rather a small, ancient place that has withstood the test of time.
No stories untold, no one is in control.
Despite its age, there is nothing new to discover in our city, and nobody seems to have authority over it.
Sounds cute I know, small city with snow, one street, no flow.
From the outside, it may seem quaint and picturesque, but the truth is that our city is severely lacking in opportunities and excitement.
And even though I mostly hate the snow, now and forever, it's better then hating people I don't even know.
As much as we may dislike the harshness of our winter weather, at least it is better to bear with it than to harbor hate for strangers.
And even if you want your own fame to grow, I wouldn’t talk shit about people I don't even know.
Even if one has aspirations to become well-known, it is important to avoid speaking negatively about anyone, especially those who are not personally known.
Contributed by Charlie G. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Artur Daltro
Cidade do frio Punho levantado Opções Vivemos na cidade do frio. E, embora eu tenha que admitir, às vezes adoramos cuspir nele. Mas eu levaria um milhão de balas por isso, o centro desta história. E quando eu desistir, para me comprometer com o buraco. E quando eu parar de transmitir, enterre-me em um buraco sob minha árvore favorita. Espere um pouco, diga adeus, coloque a porra de uma tampa e divida. Vivemos na cidade do frio, estranhamente temos orgulho disso. Quando em casa queimando a bandeira, quando fora morando em um saco. Ficando bravo, sentindo-se triste. Cidade do frio, em com o engraxate. Pisando nessa porra de dedos dos pés, agora e para sempre. A cidade do frio onde você não pode envelhecer. E quando eu desisti para me comprometer com o buraco. E quando eu parar de transmitir, enterre-me na porra de um buraco, espere um pouco, diga adeus e pronto. Vivemos na cidade de neve. Tão pequeno e frio, quinhentos anos. Nenhuma história não contada, ninguém está no controle. Parece fofo, eu sei, cidade pequena com neve, uma rua sem fluxo. E embora eu odeie principalmente a neve, agora e para sempre, é melhor do que odiar pessoas que nem conheço. E mesmo se você quiser que sua própria fama cresça, Eu não falaria merda sobre pessoas que nem conheço.
Franziska Dillinger
This band is amazing. I'm so glad to have saw them this jeat
xApeRx
This band is soooooooo fucking true. Listening to them since high school. Great to see they still have that energy.
H music C
you simply have to love raised fist,love it :) now and forever :) :)
MrWiesel79
True, if u don't love 'em, you can't even like them! It's a big plus 4 you. Keep enjoying
Conny Isaksson
one of the best RF songs ever
AquilaTempestas
Can't wait to see them at Soundwave :D
Bleedleaf
OMFG OFFICIAL VIDEO!!! these guys are THE FUCKING BEST!!! thanks for putting this up
Pharaoh Prince
Need an instrumental version of this.
Wolverous
Those Jumps are soooo fucking amazing!!! Really Awesome Video!