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Flex Your Regret - EP

by Gauze Children

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1.
Redundance Hall Days 03:15
lyrics
I must have a second heart hanging out in my neck ‘Cause whenever I try to speak I end up choking to death There’s at least a little worry in every single breath And when it beats I know it’s teasing me to flex my regret I’m a hope denier for the moment as I exist An over-thinker with a passion that I cannot resist I’ve spent two years and a day left with nothing to kiss I’m sure there’s gotta be a more important focus than this Every day repeats itself until it repeats the end I’m going through the motions of going through the motions again I’ve got a promise that is starting to get hard to comprehend It’s restricting me from loving anyone who beats their head Moral scope’s a little iffy when it comes to sacrifices But I can’t be with a woman who’s got substance-centered vices I had one chance this year to win somebody who was priceless But I fucked it up like always, that’s just how it finalizes I made what I could For two decades straight I tried to be good It’s the little things I want and the big things I should And the little things will always come around misunderstood Yeah she’s pretty but she’s dangerous And I’m bored and fairly amorous Sick of waiting ‘round like ivy on cinder And I’m not doing any better swiping on Tinder Yeah, I know it sounds pretty pathetic And your reaction should be appropriately apathetic But your choices are slim if your standards are high But all I really want is someone who is sober through the night I’ve had a few bad experiences Learned from all of ‘em but they still me make curious if I will be able to successfully, impressively Obtain a love I’ve been trying so hard to get for centuries That’s what it feels like at least When I’m sleepy-eyed and sputtering and stuttering my speech I can’t ever get the words out like I want them to be So I end up staying silent and regret eternally It’s all the same it never changes To the point where I get choked up being near beautiful strangers ‘Cause even then no words are required But I’m overtaken by my never-ending desire Just to be with someone formally and a for a little bit I could cease all my complaining like my family members did 2, 3, and 5 years they’ve made it work so far And I wanna be a part of it so much it’s bizarre Years ago I never cared about the forefront of love Now it’s totally unavoidable, the pain is too much But I guess I should relax and keep my wanting reserved And not be begging for a person that I may not deserve
2.
Young And Stupid 03:39
lyrics
I have a history of girlfriends’ fathers hating me Sometimes it’s deserving but often unjustifiably Used to have a hairdo that had yuppie cunts in bunches And an attitude unmatched by bullies stealing cripples’ lunches Young and stupid children will do young and stupid things Just to prove a point that nobody is questioning Driving late at night until the first ray of the sun hits I’ve spent my share of 3ams inside of Golden Nuggets Picking up the best in local powerviolence patches Don’t know how to sew so stapled them to denim jackets Working shitty retail just to fund a life of music And getting a degree but unsure if I’ll ever use it Art school not as glamorous as some had made it seem But education’s second to the people that you meet Shouting at the devil in the center of the Crüe pit Everyone is always young at heart but mostly stupid Kids, yutes, youngins, ignorant by the dozen Something’s gotta give when they’re always getting nothing Babes, tots, toddlers, innocent sons and daughters Heightened crippling strictness from their mothers and their fathers Punks, runts, rugrats, hanging out under streetlamps Walking late at night around the places they grew up at Lambs, lads, lasses, underdogs to the masses Rightly apathetic to their instituted classes Teens, mites, minors, felons or fiction writers Craft is all subjective to the crotchety outsiders Cubs, tykes, tadpoles, little and big rascals Gathering up as one to watch the daily schoolyard battles I have a history of sparking up frustrations And sometimes disappointment in my grade school teachers’ faces Used to drop assignments that I knew were never worth it That’s why my essay papers on the dead were never turned in Young and stupid children will say young and stupid words That out of touch adults will simply write off as absurd They’ll never understand our secret code or hidden language Their patience with us slowly over time completely vanquished Going to the best of local living rooms and basements The best kind of musicians are the opposite of famous Working on your timing when it comes to asking girls out But never fully landing it and doomed to keep a dry mouth Life is never glamorous for anyone who’s young You sit and wait while jittering and twiddling your thumbs A life of opportunities will one day come and face you Remember to be nice and always say your please and thank yous Squirts, seeds, students, characterized a nuisance Proudly showing off their battle scars and lasting bruises Tads, pups, pupils, no doubts or scruples The planet’s largest fountain couldn’t recreate the youthful Brats, kins, crawlers, ungentlemanly scholars Purely dedicated to a life of love and squalor Chaps, imps, infants, honest but never snitches Causeless county hellions and rebellion is their business Bairns, ankle biters, professors or prizefighters A moral compass shared and recognized by the insiders Twits, adolescents, committed to certain lessons Counting down the days in between counting up their blessings I have a history of shitty ever after And being told I'd see success by being the biggest alpha Used to have a confidence that got me through my weeks Now it sort of goes on back and forward while I sleep Young and stupid children will hear young and stupid claims That their thoughts' importance never mattered anyway It only takes a single individual to speak up And only takes a single worried parent to say "Please, stop" Used to never turn a head to other kids' perceptions Now it's all I think about when my beliefs are questioned Working on a stronger sense of my social surroundings Responses to my absolute existence are astounding Nothing is as glamorous as when you are a child Reaching for the stars then later settling for a mile Screaming at the skies when in the middle of a moot fit Nothing's wrong with being fucking young and fucking stupid
3.
Flex Your Regret 05:37
lyrics
There were a couple sets of chillens hanging out along the street Some were somewhat suicidal some were happy as could be As the vendors passed them plentiful they couldn't hear a cent They were infinitely deaf but they were definitely fed Many mothers made a mockery of misestablished teens Furthermore a few good fathers felt like somewhere in between States of salvage and avoidance, no good deed goes unabolished Even deities will admit they are often being modest Luck’s a virtue that you earn when your fortune is awry Greasy fingers on the death grip and a shitstain in your eye Looking forward to the past, reminiscing on the future Winning useless competitions constantly makes you a loser When the weather bears a beating on the roofs of all our homes Where the streets will remain nameless the like marrow of our bones And the flesh is tied to tendons with the joints and stars aligned And the words detached from focus so they remain undefined Four score before the warlords abhorred And more Gores were floored when hardcore was born The rest we detest but blessed for the scorn Our scars unaddressed our mouths chapped and worn We fly through the sky with fists raised up high We try to defy the laws of our lives With freshly-sharp knuckles we punch-paint the clouds With childrens' cheap chuckles we snarl through the now Suburban moms walk upon suburban lawns And somewhere somebody pops off the car alarms In a parking lot full of Jaguars and Jeeps Stickers range from Romney to The English Beat Got a conscience streaming from coast to coast And a house that’s screaming from ghost to ghost I’m centered on a scale from twit to fool I feel bad for the kids who were too school for cool I got coughing soul and a whirling tilt A congested skull and a heart to wilt Will the end be nigh, or just past the course? I’ll probably make it there with my anxious force I live in conditions that are wished by some I hope one day they find what they want to become In one way or another you can be considered skilled Even if you got nothing that could be considered thrilled Four score before the warlords abhorred And more Gores were floored when hardcore was born The rest we detest but blessed for the scorn Our scars unaddressed our mouths chapped and worn We fly through the sky with fists raised up high We try to defy the laws of our lives With freshly-sharp knuckles we punch-paint the clouds With childrens' cheap chuckles we snarl through the now The stroll through the unknowing parts of the ozone The horrible bridge trolls’ affordable bitch tolls The worrying wart stings untreatable palm sweats The blurrier class wants foreseeable loose necks I flex out my fingers, illusion the motions I bite out the face smear, I lose all control sense I’m bittering dumbfound, distracted and useless I’m jittering scum mouth, obstructed and bruised in Four score before the warlords abhorred And more Gores were floored when hardcore was born The rest we detest but blessed for the scorn Our scars unaddressed our mouths chapped and worn We fly through the sky with fists raised up high We try to defy the laws of our lives With freshly-sharp knuckles we punch-paint the clouds With childrens' cheap chuckles we snarl through the now Five years or more we slept through the core Of Earth’s whole existence, out reaching for A person to hold, a small thing to grasp We raced to be first, we weren’t built to last We crawl on the ground with soil in our mouths Our roots seeded down in outdated rounds Of small aspirations, larger to kids Who don’t know the meaning of “unfulfilled” Six stick to something they don’t believe They’ll wash out the stains but can’t wash between The minds they corrupted, rustic they seem And branched out to nowhere, blast off to dreams Assembly of seven solipsistic sons Whose sins set the cryptic syco-phantoms And taste buds immune to bloated fat tongues Reactive to nothing but freshly cut blood
4.
Susan's House 03:39
5.
Pepper 03:23
6.
Black Coat (Zodiac Village Remix) 04:54
7.
The International Champion Of Regretting (Zodiac Village Remix) 05:23
8.
Young And Stupid (Instrumental) 03:39
9.
Flex Your Regret (Instrumental) 05:37

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Three new songs, two covers, two remixes, two instrumentals. This is FPR Catalogue #097.

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released November 6, 2015

Tracks 1-3 written and produced by L. Mounts, though lyrics featured in 'Flex Your Regret' were written by Bernard Sumner and originally performed by New Order.

Track 4 was written by Mark Oliver Everett and originally performed by Eels.

Track 5 was originally written and performed by Butthole Surfers.

Tracks 6 & 7 were remixed by P. Deasy and originally written and performed by L. Mounts on the LP All Gauze Children.

Album art shamelessly stolen from New Order and altered by L. Mounts.

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