Purgatory Stories & Severe Songs

by Dick The Bruiser

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Eleven tracks of heavy, angular, ass-waggin’ fuzz-rawk, Purgatory Stories & Severe Songs is the first full-length release from Madison, Wisconsin's bass-beats-barks duo, Dick The Bruiser.

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released 08 July 2012

K. Wade - Fuzz Bass + Vox
T. Sellers - Beats + Barks

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Track Name: DTBD
Billy Kid, hungry and haunted,
Lunch money, took what he wanted.
Johnny Quest, fighting the fighters,
Laser beams, conquers the spiders.

I wanna be that.
I'll never be that!
I wanna be that.
I'll never be that!

Moby Dick, sick with emotion,
Dramamine, drank up the ocean.
Tommy James, over and over,
In your head, crimson and clover.

I wanna be that.
I'll never be that!
I wanna be that.
I'll never be that!
Track Name: Dead Leopards
Big black spots cover every inch of me,
I want my M-Fuckin-TV.
James Brown is bigger than Wonder Bread.
Better yet is the sound of the Motorhead.

Motorhead!
James Brown!
Wonder Bread!

Hell hot in the heat of summer,
I found the arm of a drummer.
I'd beat you half to death with it,
If not for your punk rock breath - yeah!
Track Name: Tuff Titty
Instrumental
Track Name: Kissy Fit
I want my kisses back, don't be so mean.
You keep forgettin' my name.
I'm not Francisco, baby, I'm not James Dean.
I'm not your Princess of Pain!

I'm not your Mama Mia, or Hoochie Koo.
I'm not your Mystery Dream.
I'm not Roberto, or Mr. Clean.
I'm not your Peaches & Cream!

Don't scratch my records, baby, don't be so mean.
You just keep singin' to sing.
You're not Kim Gordon, or Geddy Lee.
Or David Bowie with Bing!

You're not Phil Lynott, Kazu Makino
You'll never be Isaac Hayes.
You're not like Iggy, or Kajagoogoo.
You're not the singer from Slade!

I want my records back
I want my records back
I want my records back
I want my records back

I want my kisses back, don't be so mean.
You just keep yankin' my chain.
Don't call me Sugar Daddy, or Mr. Please.
Don't call me Fortune & Fame!

I'm not your Fixomatic, or Sexy Thang.
I'm not your Favorite Band.
I'm not your Jesus, or Charlie Brown.
I'm not your Do Over Man!

I want my kisses back
I want my kisses back
I want my kisses back
I want my kisses back
Track Name: Highway Rex
Instrumental
Track Name: Half Fast
Hurts on the inside, every time you say, you don't wanna play.
Hurts on the outside, burn me with a kiss, as you're running away.
Burns on the right side, it burns on the left, and it burns my lips.
Burns on the back side, baby gonna burn it 'til the mustache flips.

Inside, outside.
Lava hot kiss!
This side, that side.
Powerful lips!

Feels like the first time, every time you sing about my favorite thing.
Just like the last time, and every time, it makes, — a fiery ring.
Burns on the inside, everybody says, but nobody knows.
Burns on the outside, burn me in a song — and bury my bones.

First time, last time.
Sing about KISS!
Hey, COLD GIN time,
Johnny Cash lives!

Riiiiight!
That's riiiiiight!
KISS!
Like this!
Cash - - -
Black - - -
Lips - - -
Track Name: Wannabe
I could be a unicorn.
I could be the king.
I could be magnificent.
If I could learn to sing.
I could be your valentine.
I could be the Sun.
I could melt your heart like a marshmallow,
Eat it, just for fun! Ha!

Wannabe.
La la!
Never be.
Ha ha!

I could be a hurricane.
I could hug & kiss.
I could rain down Xs and Os.
I would never miss.
I could be your lover.
I could shoot and aim.
I could say that my love is bigger,
but you know that they’re all the same! Ha!

Wannabe.
La la!
Never be.
Ha ha!

Eat my soul.
Feed my soul.
Read my soul.
Beat my soul.
Eat my soul.
Feed my soul.
Read my soul.
Beat my soul.

I could be your anything.
I could be your beast.
I could be your alien.
I could be your feast.
I could be your Superman.
I could wring your neck.
I could sing the Star Spangled Banner,
But this train is gonna wreck! Ha!

Wannabe.
La la!
Never be.
Ha ha!
Track Name: Vampire State
I’m gonna find you.
And eat you.
I’m gonna eat you.
Complete you.
I’m gonna take you.
Remake you.
I’m gonna drain you.
Deplete you.

I don’t want you.
I need you.
I only need you.
To bleed you.
I”m gonna take you.
Remake you.
I’m gonna free you.
And flee you.
Track Name: No. 3 Girl
Instrumental
Track Name: 'V' is for Wagner
Everyone away from the window!
Everybody down on your knees!
Shoot em up and shoot em again, man.
This is all American cheese.
Another fire burnin’ the disco.
Everybody floatin’ in space.
Jeremiah wasn’t a bullfrog.
Evel always breaking his face.

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah...
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah...

Automatic animal backfire.
Parasitic papier-mâché.
Catatonic cannibal canine.
Simon says get out of the way.
Paralyzed in front of the TV.
How we gonna manage the pain?
Medicate the entire empire?
Have a snack and pray for some rain.

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah...
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah...
Track Name: Day Glow Me
Everything’s on fire!
And I feel great!
Cuz I’m not on fire.
But I radiate.
I’ve got the power.
It’s in my seams.
Volcanic power.
And laser beams!
Sing it!

It’s all on fire!
It’s all on fire!

Day
Glow
Me

It’s all on fire!
It’s all on fire!

I see.
I say.
I burn.
This way.
I run.
I hide.
The burn.
Inside.
I breathe.
I pray.
I run.
Away.

It’s all on fire!
It’s all on fire!

Day
Glow
Me