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The Brutal Language

by MY RUIN

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1.
Nature Boy 01:13
NATURE BOY There was a boy A very strange Enchanted boy They say he wandered Very far Very far Over land and sea A little shy and sad of eye But very wise was he And then one day a magic He passed my way And while we spoke Of many things Fools and kings This he said to me The greatest thing You'll ever learn Is just to love And be loved in return
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SILVERLAKE 6571 The forecast said It would be sunny I guess they got it wrong It's raining again in Silverlake And I need to hear my song The one that puts me in the mood To spill my guts And talk to you Saves me from my self-inflicted Worry when I do Oh, you're asleep right now But I'm still wide awake It's hard for me to close my eyes Without no pill to take I think of all the times I tried The nights I dreamed I'd died Help me feel alive again Cause I'm so dead inside Well, I'm a liar And you're my saint It feels so good Being the one they hate And I'm a sinner So let's all pray I wouldn't want it any other way Well, have you heard the news I've got a blue bruise on my hip The truth can be a brutal business I just need a kiss Someone to tape my wrists I think that I'm about to bleed But I know it's not up to you To give me what I need Oh, you're awake right now So I must be asleep It seems I've got a secret That I ain't afraid to keep I think of all the times I tried To tell you how I feel But it's so hard to mend my wounds That just refuse to heal Well, I'm a liar And you're my saint It feels so good Being the one they hate And I'm a sinner So let's all pray I wouldn't want it any other way Take me back Let's go back It's so dark here It's so black Exquisite with stillness The fragrance of flesh The taste of revenge And my wounds Are still fresh Now here she comes With her bloody red lips Funeral-white skin And her generous hips Drenched in the scent of Romance like no other She's so filthy gorgeous That death has become her Well, I'm a liar And you're a saint It feels so good Being the one they hate And I'm a sinner So let's all pray I wouldn't want it any other way
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THE DEVIL WALKS It takes a lot to get me down When I'm high I know you're no friend of mine I can see the Devil In your eyes Look at me I'm Jesus Christ All alone so Throw your stones At my words And lovely bones Blood that's red And mouth that's mean Raise your fucking hands With me Forgive - I have sinned Believe I'll do it again Well, I've been Down this road before And every time You never Change your mind You see me in In black and white Nailed to the cross And crucified Look around me Smell the flies Judas filling me With lies But I don't hide The blood I bleed Raise your fucking hands With me Forgive I have sinned Believe I'll do it again Walk with me Through the valley Fear no evil Walk with me I'm the baddest motherfucker In the valley With all of your questions And words in your head You went searching for God And met the Devil instead Walk with me Through the valley Fear no evil Walk with me Honesty is the holiest disease
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SPILLING OPEN I watch the buzzards gather But no one's Dead today Like sheep They follow after And promise Not to stray. Her darling little bastards Scarred with Elitist black But I know When I stab her It won't be in her back I’m spilling open Inside my house of leaves It doesn't matter What's been said It's what my heart believes It seems the hive is buzzing The bees Protect their queen While snakes With poison venom Appear upon the scene So ugly in their hatred God bless the Maybelline So arrogant That when she cuts It's done for all to see I’m spilling open It's killing all of me. And I hate I’ve become From what's been done to me Homecoming queens Are pretty From being Dressed in pink But perfume Can't disguise a pig And I can Smell her stink Miss Ann Thrope Once sang to me With words That tasted sweet But now the slaughterhouse Has turned her voice to meat Not everybody's everything They ever claim to be Not everything is Black and white Friend or my enemy I guess it doesn't really matter When there's nothing left Sometimes you gotta let it go And just enjoy the death
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COLD HANDS, WARM HEART In the sunshine Of an otherwise cloudy day Do you believe in fate Come what may I've been heavy And I’ve been light I’ve been the one Stayin' up all night I've been low And I’ve been high Been the first to try And I know my dark Cold hands, warm heart Save me from myself In the darkness Of an otherwise sunny day Do you believe in fate Come what may... I've been strong And I’ve been weak I’ve been the one Unafraid to speak I've been wrong And I’ve been right Been the first to fight And I know my dark Cold hands, warm heart Save me from myself When I die Bury me Underneath The weeping tree And when I rise Carry me To the hills For all to see My life... The brutal language Of being in love Why lie... The brutal language Of being in... My life... The brutal language Of being in love Why lie... The brutal language Of being in love
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METAMORPHOSIS Take me down To the river bed Clean the sheets In which I bled Four white horses Come for me There's no way To comfort me Soak my secrets In a box Bury them Beneath the rocks Dressed in dirt You cover me Hope he won't Discover me Watch my body Turning cold Watch my body Let me go Tell the truth Kill the tracks There will be No coming back Pretend that we Don't have a past Let this friendship Die at last Watch my body Turning cold Watch my body Let you go Religion is relationships What you see is What you get Slip into unconsciousness My metamorphosis Arms, hands See her With her imperfections Bones, skin Resurrection is her sin Arms, hands See me With my imperfections Bones, skin Resurrection is my sin Think of me And close your eyes Use up all your alibis Drink yourself To my last breath Tell them all about my death Murder me With all your lies But I am still alive Promise that you will forget I’ll remember all of it Religion is relationships What you see Is what you get Slip into unconsciousness My metamorphosis All sensation has now left me Save that which keeps my heart... Still beating
7.
SUMMER OF HELL Please, please forgive me There was no way I could go... I drown my sorrows Underwater In the snow And I’m tired of lying I'm tired of trying I'm tired of living I feel like I’m dying In my... Summer of hell I swear, I won't tell In my... Summer of hell I swear, I won’t tell I won't tell I won't tell I won't tell you Please don't you worry There is so much I can't say... I numb my body In the morning Yesterday And I’m tired of lying I'm tired of trying I'm tired of living I feel like I’m dying In my... Summer of hell I swear I won't tell In my... Summer of hell I swear I won’t tell I won't tell I won't tell I won't tell you Hey this is your day Congratulations These are the last days Conspiracy theories Hey this is my day Congratulate me These are the new days Of death and romance
8.
Vince Vaughn 03:02
VINCE VAUGHN Well I know you're the money Honey don't tell me If you get it here in ten You'll get it for free And we can give it a floor run See if it plays Cause you're a tall drink of water baby You're so made This is how I do ah This is how I do This is how I do I’ll do it all night long, yeah This is how I do it Just like Vince Vaughn Well it's so fucking on When you flash that smile C'mon let's party California gangster style A little bit of the shhh... Little bit of the bad... I know your name ain't cowboy baby I’m so glad This is how I do ah... This is how I do ah... This is how I do ah... This is how I do This is how I do I’ll do it all night long...shit Let me see you do it honey Come on A little bit of the shh A little bit of the bad, bad A little bit of the shh... A little bit of the bad, bad Vegas baby Vegas Yeah yeah! Let me see you shake it Hell yeah Vegas baby Vegas Yeah yeah Let me see you shake it Hell yeah Hell yeah, Hell motherfuckin' yes Here’s 50 bucks In case I call you a bitch later
9.
IMITATION OF CHRIST Mouth just like a guillotine Tell me how to Stop the bleeding Thugs and bigots Let them stare At the one Who isn't there God is absent Silly fools All you have Are devil's tools Imagination is my murder Christ is dead So he can’t hurt her Jesus saves But not tonight He's too busy Getting high I'm too mean And you're too nice Imitation of Christ! Mary kills When she's on pills This is how She gets her thrills I'm too bored To give a fuck Say your prayers I wish you luck Eyes that look like suicide Show me where to Run and hide All the priests Are occupied Who will be The next to die Lovely are the Bones of time And someday I will leave you mine Inspiration Comes from death That's what the Bible says Pick a muse A handsome man Rest my gazes upon him Arching hands And swollen feet Beware this burden Of my heat Sacrifice me Lay me down And slowly slice me Soothe and loath me Burn me at the stake Then hold me Whisper in my ear Then scold me Stone me stone me You can't break me On the flaming couch You take me There's no way You can make me Tell the truth To my lips Betray me With a Judas kiss 3 times I knew That you'd deny me Love like blood Will crucify me Passion I can't overcome Face my past And what I’ve done Testimony of a liar God is dead But I’m on... I'm on fire I'm on fire
10.
TOUCH ME I'M SICK Wow Come on Ooh Well, I've been bad And I've been worse And I'm a creep Yeah And I'm a jerk Come on Touch me I'm sick I won't live long I'm full of rot Gonna give the world Everything I got Touch me I'm sick Yeah Touch me I'm sick Come on baby Now come with me If you don't come If you don't come If you don't come You'll die alone Wow Come on I'm diseased I don't mind I'll make you love me Til the day you die Ooh Touch me I'm sick Yeah Fuck you I'm sick Come on baby Now come with me If you don't come If you don't come If you don't come You'll die alone

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WATCH ★ My Ruin Live @ The Whisky a Go Go (2006)
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WATCH ★ My Ruin Live in Montmartin Sur Mer, France (2006)
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WATCH ★ My Ruin - Hot In The House Of Blues (2006)
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◄| The Brutal Language / Press Quotes |►

"I have been a diehard metalhead since first seeing Iron Maiden's "Number Of The Beast" tour here in Los Angeles at just twelve years old. Since this legendary performance, I have seen the baddest, meanest, most intense and furious music acts ranging from Slayer to SuperJoint Ritual. I have to admit that I would be the first one to trash My Ruin if they weren't as masterful in the art of true heavy music as they are. Tairrie B on vocals has always possessed a Mae West "Fuck me? Fuck you!" swagger since her early days with Manhole and Tura Satana and has gone head up with anyone that dared to disrespect her or My Ruin's music. Let's face it, she has over the years slowly become one of the most important female vocalists in Rock 'n' Roll history and My Ruin has grown to be a band that's darkly passionate, highly outspoken and thoroughly unrelenting in their live stage performance. Their latest album "The Brutal Language" is a major thrill-ride in distorted doom riffs and howling death cries."

- Metal Underground
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"Over the years My Ruin have brought various new aspects to the genre known as ‘metal’, challenging what has been and what is to come in one fell swoop. Combining Tairrie’s roots in rap and hip-hop with the influence of spoken word style pieces of Lydia Lunch, the band have amalgamated these genres and created a new breed of metal. The Brutal Language takes on a more classic approach to metal and takes it on hard. Multi-talented, multi-instrumentalist Mick Murphy recorded not only the guitar parts on this album, but the drum parts also, and, if that wasn’t enough, produced the whole album too proving that talent really does seep from this guy’s pores. Tairrie’s raw, infallible vocals are yet to be matched for passion and brutality by any other band and this is clear in tracks such as ‘Spilling Open’ and ‘Metamorphosis’. Both also wielding the secret of searing riffs and driven drums that pierce through the silence and show the “wannabees” how real, heavy rock ‘n’ roll should sound. Taking no hostages, this album is the perfect heavy metal album; dirty, grungy, raw and relentless."

- Lynsey Wright | Thrash Hits
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"Hailing from the sunny state of California, My Ruin is out to rip your face off with its Sabbath induced female fronted metal onslaught. With their last disc being on Century Media My Ruin were ready to take the world by storm but time changes everything and now the band is back with a new line-up and a new label (their own) and a take no prisoners attitude. With the recordings about to begin for this CD the band found itself without a rhythm section so Mike Murphy not only handles the six string duties on the disc but he also provides all drums and bass. Murphy is a man of many talents indeed and his work is augmented by vocalist Tairrie B. The Brutal Language is indeed that, brutal. The soundscape is made up of sludgy doomy Sabbath riffs over which Tairrie B snarls with the ferocity of a wild animal. “Summer of Hell”, “Spilling Open” and “Silverlake 6751″ all benefit from Murphy’s sense of melody which is in contrast to Tairrie B’s blazing vocals. It took a few listens to really get into this CD. The first couple of spins were nothing special but then the catchy guitar riffs of Murphy began to take hold and the venom spitting vocals of Tairrie B took on a life of their own. Why the band would choose to release this CD on their own after having previous release on Century Media is a question I have to ask myself but as long as they create high quality metal like this who cares?"

- Metal Rules
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Cor, ain’t Tairrie B getting on a bit? Shouldn’t she have done an Idlewild by now and gone all REM? Shouldn’t time have healed all the wrongs? Shouldn’t she just… get over it? As if. Remember: this is Tairrie (fucking) B. She was always the most aggressive woman in the metal world during her time as the legendary frontwoman of Manhole *and *Tura Satana. And didn’t everyone know it. She is the reason Kittie ever happened. There can be no mistake that *My Ruin *is Tairrie B’s vehicle and, as such, it’s her emotion and vitriol that stand out. The anger that has been inherent in each and every record she has produced is more than definitely still here and if anything seems to have been focused further and more effectively. This may be due to the partial disbanding prior to recording where only Tairrie and her multi-faceted prime axeman *Mick Murphy *were left to record The Brutal Language. This unforeseen turn of events may have led to the tightest recording sessions she has ever undertaken. Grammy winner Nick Raskulinecz (Velvet Revolver, Ministry) mixes this unmistakably metal album with dark concision and furious fluency. The mood and method is epitomized during the album closer: a cover of a Mudhoney track, ‘Touch Me I’m Sick’. Brutalized and made even sludgier, the former grunge classic is screamed forth by Tairrie to an uncompromising backdrop of Sabbathy riffs and fiercely pounded drums. It is, indeed, a fitting climax as the album builds and builds in both quality and stature. ‘Silverlake’ is the first true standout track, featuring swinging siren guitar work, swathing over those famed unrepentant snarled vocals. Later, in _‘Summer Of Hell’ _we see the full extent of the anger unleashed upon the masses and even as the album edges closer to its finale, the unbridled violence never lets up. This is a clear testament to the meeting of minds and talent between Tairrie B and Mick Murphy. As a result, you and I are both rather glad that Ms.B has been thus far unable to iron out her differences with the rest of civilization.

- Raziq Rauf | Drowned In Sound
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"You know how moths emerge from the cocoon as a beautiful butterfly? That's pretty much a good way to describe the metamorphosis of the Los Angeles powerhouse known as My Ruin. The band, which has always been untouchable live, has had good records. Good, not great. The slate is completely wiped clear with the release of The Brutal Language. The unrelenting chainsaw sound which usually strikes with gale wind force is intact but has been tunneled into a more potent weapon this time out. Something has changed in the camp of My Ruin, resulting in undoubtedly the best record of their career and one of the best of any of the year. While the face of My Ruin has always been the larger-than-life persona of vocalist and founder Tairrie B, musically the band has been under the direction of guitarist Mick Murphy. And on The Brutal Language, he has turned in a performance that should turn heads. During the recording of the record, the band's former rhythm section up and quit. Undaunted, Murphy, who also assumed the producer's title, erased their tracks and laid down bass and drums as well as contributing the awesome guitar that he is slowly becoming known for. He has been called "the best kept secret in rock and roll" but that should become a thing of the past as this record gets heard. Starting with his sound, which summons all the best elements of Tony Iommi, he lays down a crunchy bedrock so thick you could walk on it. Then you have to notice all the subtle changes he's incorporated this time out. There are little instrumental breathers for a bar or two which really supercharge the dynamics of each song. As well, he has begun playing more solos, which are real welcome to these ears. Not to be overshadowed is the aforementioned Miss B, who casts a long shadow on her own. Known for her mega-charged full-on vocal delivery, Miss B has learned that a little variety can be more powerful than the one gear she has used in the past. Previous works would find Tairrie just bowling over everything in her way, to be the last one standing. On The Brutal Language she has opted to use some different styles. Don't fret if you think that means she has mellowed, however. She still mostly slices and dices the words that spew from her arsenal of poison-tipped weapons. To any fan of My Ruin, this is absolute nirvana. The Brutal Language has the band digging down deep and pulling out their best effort to reach a whole new level."

Morley Seaver | Anti Music
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"The Brutal Language is the latest offering from My Ruin. Lead guitarist Mick Murphy plays thick and droning guitar riffs that are reminiscent of early Sabbath. Bassist Meghan Mattox and drummer Yael departed prior to recording 'The Brutal Language' but not to be daunted Murphy himself stepped up to the plate as not only bassist but drummer; adding a solid no frills backbeat that thickens like a fine rue. Tairrie sounds like an angry Joan Jett on 'Silverlake 6571' then descends into a death metal screeching during “The Devil Walks.” The way she maneuvers between the singing and the screeching and the sometimes spoken vocals is truly an amazing feat. Ten songs of a mostly evil nature comprise 'The Brutal Language'; songs like 'Summer in Hell' and 'Imitation Christ.' Although there seems to be a humorous side to the band with the track 'Vince Vaughn'. Either way, the song is catchy and Tairrie sticks with her actual singing voice, making the song more appealing to a wider audience. The other notable stand out on this disc is the Mudhoney cover of 'Touch Me I’m Sick,' which sounds a lot fuller and, yes, more brutal than the original. 'The Brutal Language' is short and to the point. The tempo of the disc is very constant and offers neither a neck-breaking thrasher, nor any type of ballad; just straightforward rockers with screeching vocals and blistering leads. Tairrie is passionate and delivers with a lot of gusto, but it isn’t pretty."

- Jeremy Juliano | Metal Express Radio
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"The full sound of this band from Tairrie B (Tura Satana/Manhole) really is what invites listeners in during tracks like “Touch Me I’m Sick”. Everything is given a bass-heavy luster that allows the swampy-rock of the band to shine through. Couple that with sizzling guitar lines and arrangements that are similar in style to “Deliverance”-era Corrosion of Conformity, and the band has some serious positives to win people over with their “The Brutal Language”. The ability of the band to bludgeon listeners with their brutal guitar/bass attack (as such is present during “Summer of Hell”) is just one of their attack; equally present are the ever-more-chaotic and driven guitar solos as were present in “Touch Me I’m Sick”. The band gets an infusion of punk structuring during “Summer of Hell”, where a simplifying of their sound really allows listeners to tune in easier. “Cold Hands, Warm Heart” is really innovative in the sense that the guitars take precedence over the vocals; in fact, the roles of the two seem to be switched. That is to say that the guitar is the more narrative track during the track, while the screaming present is in much more of an instrumental role. The ability of My Ruin to move into different genres is really what makes the disc such a success; for example, “The Devil Walks” vacillates between the dirty-metal of bands like Superjoint Ritual while still maintaining a fire for the seventies rock of Led Zeppelin and Kansas. The result is not some weakly-functioning Frankenstein’s monster, but really something that shows individuals that My Ruin is really able to pull off whatever they’d like. By far, the work that My Ruin does when they are confronted with repetition is the strongest fare on the disc. By not showing any weakness – by being confident, the band can succeed where countless bands have failed. “The Brutal Language” is the strongest disc I’ve heard, in an all-around sense. The production allows the band’s already-formidable instrumentation to shine, while the arrangement of “The Brutal Language” is continually shi fting but never dubious. The tracks may not be proper for average rock-radio, but place them in a forum where metal-minded viewers reside (Uranium, Headbanger’s Ball) and watch the sales of this disc increase into the stratosphere. This is metal, pure and simple and its reluctance to fit neatly into a specific genre makes it endearing."

- Neufutur
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"This CD was my introduction to My Ruin and I have to say that this definitely a kickass release. The music is heavy and the vocalist kicks your ass with her well crafted lyrics and brutally passionate voice. They have an infectious blend of punk, rock, metal, and attitude. I liked the way the CD started out with a spoken litany and then afterwards you get sonically assaulted. They do a cover of Mudhoney's "Touch Me I'm Sick" which ends the disc. All in all the record has a damn infectious groove to it and you'll probably find yourself playing air drums or air guitar. It's that good."

- Rocket Webzine

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released November 5, 2005

Lyrics & Vocals Tairrie B. Murphy
Guitar, Bass & Drums - Mick Murphy

Produced by Mick Murphy
Engineered by Yuri Anysonian
Mixed by Nick Raskulinecz @ Studio 606 - Northridge, Ca.
Recorded @ Optimum Sound Studios - Los Angeles, Ca.
Undergroove Records U.K. | Circa 2005
Rovena Recordings U.S. | Circa 2005
Cover Art by Tairrie B. Murphy

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