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beatismurder.com proudly hosts bruspi's first and yet only release. written and recorded in late july 2004, they finally gave us the chance to publish that frantic piece of thinking man's post-punk (whatever...)

bruspi respectfully revert to the straightforwarded and intelligent method of "guitar + drums = swaggering hips", countered by an almost kittenish approach on old analog synthesizers and crackbrained digital processing. this rather loose working concept finally beared an intense ride, letting you get off with a sick feeling and sore ears.

but besides all that noise (more than you'd ever expect from just two lanky boys) there's always enough melody to lead you through all that anger, desperation and sarcasm. if you ever get behind that wall of distortion you might find this record more "emo" than the obvious image of sonicyouth-artpunk-nowave that most likely will come to your mind first.

so go get it and tell all your friends. or, if you don't have any friends, listen to it alone and feel even worse.

(parts of the) lyrics:

01 "hey boy, listen: there's no need to lie, to waste our time playing around. so kick it. if you follow me i can be yours for tonight, not more, maybe you better leave it...i don't care". that's ok, because i can no longer feel! "hey you skinny boy come around and stay a while. that's my shitty room... lay down to stay a little... i will leave you".

02 i am never alone. how lucky. sometimes i wish i'd be. they watch me. hey man can you hear this? i know you're at home, so noisy, i watch you! i know you can hear this. i know we can't come together. i can't feel myself anymore. just when i am running. that's not me anymore. that's not my body. so much for the "healthier lifestyle"... i have done my research. i just can't turn it off! they watch me... i just can't turn it off!

03 i'm like tied to a tree. waiting for attention. aren't you waiting for me? i'm not hiding i'm behind you. and i can't take another message... ifreak out! ...sorry... talk to me again. where's my old routine? i get lazy like an old machine. where's my old routine...? it is gone. and i am going with it. i've got my cleanest dirty pants on just to show you that i mean it. that is not a feeling... it's all your fault. take time to remember before i change forever (once more). it's repeating, i can tell you how it ends. i was wrong. i've got my cleanest dirty feelings, it's not a question of believing, it is more like a religion. don't ask about the details. i'm lost. don't tell me what i need to hear. i know that you don't mean it. i am new and you won't see it. you won't understand the reasons

04 i don't really need this kind of hippie-style romance... what part of shut the fuck up did this girl not understand? "i look at the stars and dream about what we could do"... i heard this before, baby, there's an echo inside of you. i fall into my routine again. but that is something noone else will ever understand.

05 just another scar for my collection, i have so much more where this came from. just another chainreaction. i must get out before you come and see me in that mess i'm in. i wish i weren't here... hey... this will never become a part of someone else. it's just a trick to find myself... i hate myself... i only crash... what am i here for? NOT for dancing! is this our whole story? it's over, and "over" is so much more than i expected. no call, noone to call, no words, just hey and hey and hey come clean! no words? no joy. no pain. nobody, just hey and hey and hey and hey and hey...

06 where's you attention? look, i'm dancing! i would do anything to stop my drinking... i can be everything: your swedish rockboy.[ ] how can you do the things you do? how can you do the things you do to me? you follow me, don't follow me! and don't say that you'll be calling me, i know you'll never do... the message is... the message is... your messages say everything, i think i better go. you cannot hurt me anymore. i'm over you and from above i tell you that i quit!

07 this will be the last time i set my life on fire, spitting blood until i'm...maybe... no... no... yes i am whoah... whatever... thousands of stars, rockguitars! extatic! extatic! i don't live here anymore, i wouldn't stay for you...anywhere! you look at me ahahahaha, such a fool! no, i'm not waiting for you, i'm on a special date tonight! let's just say i look pretty when i'm alone. the problem is only mine! (but don't drop out of my life!). i won't stay for you... anywhere... i'm going somewhere away from here. i think it's just the right age.

08 i pick a decent feeling. it hurts like i was kicked. those memories embrace me. (this city makes me sick!). maybe i think to far...(but) i wonder where you are...