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Original Soundtrack From The Hit Motion Picture All Gauze Children

by Gauze Children

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Shelves 04:02
Platter, belt, tone arm, dust cover, speed 45, 78, and 33 Rotation, rotation, location, location My bedroom, my own private listening station Dust it off, put it on, let the record spin Listen for the scratches and the pops that lie within From A side to B side don’t think twice, it’s all right The albums go all night, my setup: my bedside I ordered the import direct from Japan It’s black and white splatter and 180gram Hand-numbered with Sharpie out of 700 Mail-order exclusive you know that I bought it They’re growing and growing, I’ve run out of shelves But I’ll keep this going as I trade and sell I’ll always hang on to the ones of importance The first one I bought is still happily stored in my shelves Acid Mothers, Acme, Aesop, Against Me! Baroness, Beastie Boys, Blue Nile, David Bowie Cave In, Ceremony, Code Orange, Coltrane Darkness, Death Cab, Devo, Don Cab Eno, Excel, Fatboy, Falco Glassjaw, Green Jelly, Harvey Milk, Hold Steady Iceburn, Indecision, Joe Jackson, Janis Joplin Killer Mike, Kittyhawk, Kozelek, Kvelertak 12, 10, 7, are the inches that they go The interims are rare, but they’re cool to find to show There’s hardcore and post-punk and disco and prog rock And lo-fi and synth-funk and jangle and hip hop You always gotta shop at the independent stores Before Urban Outfitters closes all their doors Chicago’s got Reckless and Hip Cat and Laurie’s And more shops all hidden in corners or backstreets To find missing pieces of your favorite bands And see them and hold them in impassioned hands Then spin them and put them into the right section As one by one they will complete your collection The vinyl is one thing, the songs something else Combination of music you love and the smell Of the jacket, the sleeve and the record itself As the spines all line up and they read A to Z on my shelves Little Women, Liturgy, Matmos, Ministry New Order, NOFX, 108, One Last Wish Pelican, Iggy Pop, R.E.M., Rorschach Self Defense, Shamen, Sinatra, Slapshot Sonic Youth, Style Council, Talking Heads, Devin Townsend U2, UFO, Vapors, Violent Femmes Witchdoctor, Wombats, XBXRX Neil Young, Yello, Yaz, Mindwarp Zodiac
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Nails Rip 04:16
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Shadows 04:58
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Cuban Cigars 04:02
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Spades 04:05
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Kindlon Rip 03:44
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Motherfucker 03:20
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Circa '48 04:02
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Piece of masters, casting art The only lasting part as there's casting dark Got a plaster brain and a flickering spark And a shotgun blast to a bastard heart Not a bastard son, I'm not a bastard, son, I'm the master one at masking fun Revel in the acid of the past undone Unravel certain secrets of the only one Who can understand the space in my hands Walk across this land with my eyesight banned From the crushes, luscious, lustful ran Dom acts of loneliness, I can't Relive any of 'em, go into the future Get these feelings that I'm ever so used to Psychic scars and mental bruises Get into another sitch like this, I'll lose it Life of love has left me useless Too bad, I got no excuses Dug my holes myself to prove this Wasted admiration's bullshit Oh look who's in love again It's just that little psycho kid Who has some problems in his head And all he wants is a girlfriend Now it's not key to his survival It's just a weapon against his rival Sir Dick Depression turned his life out From the inside, yeah what's to do now? Can't mope, the hurt was not on purpose Cope with penned down personal verses Inspiration from the wordsmith Who had it much worse, Mr. Curtis And the lonely sing And the broken sing And the aching sing Love will tear us apart but it won't put an end to my bastard heart So let love tear me in two Giving easy access to my heart, pull it through Maybe then you'll see what I've tried to do Over and over again, it is true That I care too much, that I love too much That I get too attached and I yearn to touch That I try too hard, that I try to start Something that will never happen, play the part Of the man on wire, of the man on fire I've been breaking down and I'm goddamn tired Of this goddamn world, of this goddamn place It's a motherfucking good goddamn disgrace So let God damn me in my home And make me feel not so alone With a knick-knack, paddywhack, nurse's on the phone Hit me with a little bit of stockholm syndrome Don't give me a cure I'm sick of everything, I'm sure A click of a gun and I'm out the door Send me back to the golden days of yore Where everything was simple, all directness No analyzation, don't connect this To that or anything about my weakness Fuck that, I can't comprehend this I'm going out my mind God knows this ain't the final time I trod along, you think I'm fine But I am on the other side Of the spectrum, can't you see it Wish I could up and delete it All my thoughts and all my feelings My own psychoses, I find sickening And the lonely sing And the broken sing And the aching sing Love will tear us apart but it won't put an end to my bastard heart
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Do a barrel roll through the window, snatching up all I can hold The money, possessions of someone that I don't even know Clothes are jet black, gotta watch my back Better hope no one come out their bedroom for a snack Just your average little town home, keeping it on the down low The most innocent family got the most unwelcome "Hello" Got my knapsack, strapped upon my back Better hope nobody is watching me through the cracks Of their bedroom doors, these creaky floors Are the cog in the operation of these moral wars A streetlight shines through the silk white blinds As I'm subjecting the emptiness to my dumbass crimes Up and down my arms, I'm sweating hard Because I'm trying not to trip and trip the house alarm If I had one wish it'd be to get out of this Because I'm pretty sure the neighbors are starting to get suspicious Now I am bolting down the manor, listening to the clatter Of my newfound items shaking in my personal container Feeling the backlash from stealing the stacked cash It's getting close to morning so I gotta act fast Looking in all directions, feeling out all the tension Trying to figure out if there's a method to my madness Feel my heart stop every time I see a cop Everything moves in slow motion I feel like I wanna drop All the things I stole, this small-town home Is gonna wake up in shock and grab the telephone Dial 911, our stuff is gone "Well did you see the guy who did it?" Nah, he's on the run "Our team is on our way, be calm, stay safe We're gonna catch the fucker if it takes all day." My heartbeat speeds, it's time to leave And get rid of every single track that leads to crime to me Standing in the pig pen, right next to some big men Presented as misfit toys to the undeserving victims Children are so sad, as their mom and dad Call out the little rascal who broke in and left jack Looking at all the suspects, focusing on their faces Examining the body type that might've pulled and made it Into the window, and spilt glass on the floor The most unpleasant lightbulb went off in the skull Of the patriarch, he made his mark Directly between my eyes with a stare so dark The officer asked "are you sure?" The father nodded and the policeman opened the door Asked the rest to leave, except for me And put my hands in silver cuffs and said I'd never be free Until I did my time, all 25 Maybe then I'll learn my lesson or even better I'll die

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Instrumental versions from the All Gauze Children LP and Better single, plus new songs and demos.

FPR Catalogue Number 096.

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released October 2, 2015

Tracks 1, 10, and 11 previously unreleased.
Track 12 recorded live in Evanston, IL.
Tracks 13 and 14 originally recorded for the 'Bagboy' EP, but never officially released.

Original version of track 2 can be found on the 'Better' single.
Original versions of tracks 3-9 can be found on the 'All Gauze Children' LP.

All songs written and composed by L. Mounts except:
'Nails Rip' instrumental inspired by 'Terrible Lie' by Nine Inch Nails.
'Spades' instrumental inspired by 'Ace Of Spades' by Motörhead.
'Motherfucker' originally written and performed by Faith No More.
'Punk Kid' instrumental inspired by 'Lexicon Devil' by Germs.
'Bastard Heart' instrumental from 'High For This' by The Weeknd.
'Neighborhood Robbery' instrumental from 'The Harbor Is Yours' by Aesop Rock.

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