The Book About The Movie: Complete Recordings 1995​-​2000

by Flesh Eating Creeps

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Flesh Eating Creeps were a 1990s Richmond, Virginia hardcore punk band whose members went on to form the bands Brainworms, City Of Caterpillar, Light The Fuse And Run, Municipal Waste, Stop It!! and Worn In Red. The two constant members, Chris Terry and Brendan Trache, worked with old friend Will Cole of Handstand Records to digitize vinyl and tape recordings, scan photos and flyers, and compile as much information as possible for this comprehensive, 58-song discography that includes deluxe and standard cassette releases, a Bandcamp download/stream, and an archival band website.

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released September 30, 2015

Compiled by Lance Kohler and Brendan Trache at Minimum Wage Studios in Richmond, VA. Mastered by Josh Bonati at Bonati Mastering in Brooklyn, NY. Released by Handstand Records in 2015.

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Flesh Eating Creeps were a Richmond, Virginia hardcore punk band from 1995 to 2000. Over that time, they had 6 bassists, released a few EPs, and played a lot of shows in Virginia and its neighboring states.

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Track Name: Academy Award
Congratulations on your starring role in this lifetime’s melodrama. You win the academy award for your performance. A trophy earned by walking on heads and motivated by your need for attention. The only time of day that I’d give you is the time it’d take to tell you to make like a tree and get the fuck outta here.
Track Name: Exorcising The Southern Ghost
In this place, everything’s based on race and people are no longer people but shades of brown. He’s not “that guy,” he’s “that black guy.” Over and over you try to make me choose “you’re one of us” or “are you blacker or whiter.” I can’t be either, so I check the box labelled “other” and leave the blank line alone. I walk with my head hung low because the southern ghost haunts every face and hardens the mortar between every brick of every wall that makes people identify with a color.
Track Name: Muddy Waters
I play my guitar ’til I break the strings. Every treadmill step I’ve taken has come back and I’m walking all over myself. I don’t grin and bear it ‘cos I’m full of shit. There’s nothing you can do to please me. Nothing to make this piece of shit satisfied.
Track Name: Run
I call this song ”run” ‘cos that’s all we ever do. I’d say this song’s sad ‘cos we don’t even care. Run from our minds. Run from ourselves. Get in a car and go 60 mph, running from one place to another. In search of elusive joy, we run from the truth, drink ourselves stupid and put it all on hold. I’ve come to the optical conclusion that we couldn’t stand life if we slowed down to see it and everything unblurred.
Track Name: A Clean Shirt & A High School Diploma
All of my friends are dropping like flies, falling into the web of career choices. They’ve settled down before they could stand up. They go to bed at 10pm and compromise their free time for decent pay and a neon light environment. They make enough money to finance the beginning of the American dream. Just threw flexibility into the down-payment pit. I miss my friends who have done it all by passing a drug test and having a clean shirt and a high school diploma.
Track Name: The Gods Must Be Crazy
The gods must be crazy, they want 10% of our income. The gods must be crazy, they want us to stand in front of abortion clinics, raising hell. I can’t talk and not hear back. They’ve sucked the fun out of love and turned spirituality into a burden.
Track Name: Charlie Daniels Band
I don’t care how hard you work. Being exploited in nothing to be proud of. You’re sheep in sheep’s clothing. Being exploited is nothing to be proud of! The Charlie Daniels Band sings about America. They run right-wing mouths about the working man. Do you want to be like the Charlie Daniels Band? If something’s gonna die tonight, I hope it’s your macho attitude.
Track Name: Name Drops In The Bucket
My friend blah blah blah who’s in this cool band, they’re on na na na records. I met them at this fest and we’re all such great friends, we send each other X-mas cards and internet rumors about where to get all the right records on a spectrum of colors of vinyl. I think they made eye contact with Ian MacKaye. They get into all the shows for free ‘cos they do this inspiring zine. They sound like some obscure indie rock band that you don’t give a shit about. But just ask me, I’ve got all their records, even the ones from after they sucked. Goddamn we’re a tight knit community, we were the first kids on the block to hear Iron Maiden!
Track Name: You're Everything That Sucks About America
Money’s the highest branch on the prioritree. Personal gain’s the crackling, falling leaves. Unwitting impulse, you’re a victim of the capitalist crash. A lingering fear of anything outside of your seven-eleven world keeps you plastered in front of the TV, beer in hand. Everytime I need inspiration, I look at you. You’re everything that sucks about America.
Track Name: Lakewater
It’s not for convenience or just by chance. I could say I hate you, but it wouldn’t be fair. It could be reasonable. You’ll wash off like lakewater, leaving a film. You’re not pretty and deep, I guess you’re full of shit, and if it’s one-sided, I’m wasting my time. I find it hard to believe that the same full moon that shines down on you could shine down on me.
Track Name: Fuck It Up, Richmond Style
That’s it. No more feet in my face, sweaty backs on my arm, football jocks undercover as music aficionados. I won’t take it. I’m tempted to stoop to their level, but violence should be a last resort. I’ve fallen off the end of my rope and I think I’m gonna take the next kickboxer and throw them down. Twenty on one is not a fair fight. Go home and play football until Lollapalooza rolls around.
Track Name: Physics
Every action doesn’t need your reaction. There’s always more than one answer. Your words are like hot air in heavy rain, they don’t stick, but they agitate.
Track Name: Rendered Spineless
She bites until she’s chewed him into a shape she likes. She bites until he collapses from lack of support. He’s been bit until the backbone’s hit, rendered spineless. He’ll never fight back, it’s never worked before. Trod over and face down, while she sits smugly. Made him into clay, he’s putty to her forked tongue. And all I can do is sit back and watch.
Track Name: Lovelace
Like we really need the problems. Like we really need the regrets sinking with the memories awash in our shit-filled heads. To welcome ourselves to a plethora of insecure ideas. To learn a couple more unrational fears. To know that happiness is exchanged for infinite pain is fucking wisdom on a sinking ship.
Track Name: Bullshit Vein
Feeding lines to minds that couldn’t care less. You’re so good at telling us what we want to hear. I wish I could just leave you alone, you’re an expert at telling me what I want to hear. If you can’t make it clear, don’t bother. I’m tired of taking hints. Where do you go when all trust is lost? Is this your gift of gab? Is it pumped from your heart? How close is too close not to be affected?
Track Name: www@armageddon.com
Skin cancer might disappear because we never leave our houses, the shade of our rooms, our computer’s cold stare. In a world crowded with cloned sheep, what will we do, hide in the living rooms of our suburban websites? Will the poor’s housing projects be filthy blue mailboxes? Will it take more time and imagination than TV?
Track Name: Theme From "Midnight Cowboy" / This One's For The Bottom-Feeding Scenester
Day one, I thought you were alright. Day two, I called your bluff, and I’m waiting for you to piss everyone off, so you’ll move back to your parents house, where you should have stayed in the first place. What can someone with no creativity do to make their mark on the scene? They’re not gonna do a band or a zine, they’re gonna shoot for scene points. I hope that everyone you ever talked shit about becomes cool, so you have to kiss their asses too!
Track Name: The Brutal Blizzard Of '96
We all wanna find our niche, even if it’s waist deep, three feet down because we’re half dead. Sleep tight, wear your heart on your undershirt sleeve in January. Crossed the line from routine to rut. Creature comforts become creature crutches.
Track Name: This One's For The Bottom-Feeding Scenester
This one’s for the bottom-feeding scenester. Day one, I thought you were alright. Day two, I’m waiting for you to piss everyone off so you’ll move back to your parents house. What can someone with no creativity do to make their mark on the scene? You won’t do a band or a zine, you’ll just shoot for scene points. I hope that everyone you ever talked shit about becomes cool, so you have to kiss their asses too.
Track Name: Rendered Spineless
She bites until she’s chewed him into a shape she likes. She bites until he collapses from lack of support. He’s been bit until the backbone’s hit, rendered spineless. He’ll never fight back, it’s never worked before. Trod over and face down, while she sits smugly. Made him into clay, he’s putty to her forked tongue. And all I can do is sit back and watch.
Track Name: Fuck It Up, Richmond Style
That’s it, no more feet in my face, sweaty backs on my arm, football jocks undercover as music aficionados. I won’t take it. I’m tempted to stoop to their level, but violence should be a last resort. I’m falling off the end of my rope, and I think I’m gonna take the next stagediver and throw them down. Twenty on one is not a fair fight. Go home and play rugby ‘til Lollapalooza rolls around.
Track Name: The Brutal Blizzard Of '96
We all wanna find our niche, even if it’s waist deep, three feet down ‘cos we’re half dead. Sleep tight, wear your heart on your undershirt sleeve in January. Crossed the line from routine to rut. Creature comforts become creature crutches.
Track Name: Lovelace
Like we really need the problems. Like we really need the regrets sinking with the memories awash in our shit-filled heads. To welcome ourselves to a plethora of insecure ideas. To learn a couple more unrational fears. To know that happiness is exchanged for infinite pain is fucking wisdom on a sinking ship.
Track Name: Fuck Your Friends, Every Single One Of Them
Take this one to heart. When open arms are closed by cold shoulders, and days devoid of communication. No one reaches out and you begin to wonder, were you a partner or a step? You’re not tight anymore and you know it, but how loose can it get before it doesn’t count at all?
Track Name: Gown Vs. Town
Each wall you paint and building you restore pushes one of us out to follow the business that’s gone away. If you think things look good, it’s all topical. This city’s rotting away from the inside (and everyone wants the hard candy shell). Each boarded up store means another customer at the shopping mall in the county.
Track Name: Fuck Your Friends, Every Single One Of Them
Take this one to heart. When open arms are closed by cold shoulders, and days devoid of communication. No one reaches out and you begin to wonder, were you a partner or a step? You’re not tight anymore and you know it, but how loose can it get before it doesn’t count at all?
Track Name: Bullshit Vein
Feeding lines to minds that couldn’t care less. You’re an expert at telling us what we wanna hear. I wish I could just leave you alone, you’re so good at telling me what I want to hear. If you can’t make it clear, don’t bother. I’m tired of taking hints. Is this your gift of gab? Is it pumped from your heart? How close is too close not to be affected?
Track Name: Thanks, Asshole
Without your encouragement, where would I be? Without your support, I’d be nothing! If I ever had a good idea, you’d shoot it full of holes. If I need a reason that something sucks, you’re there for me. You’re good for reminding me when I forget I’m a stupid kid, ‘cos I don’t have a say, ‘cos I don’t have an opinion, and if I had one, who’d listen anyway? Not you. You wouldn’t even care.
Track Name: www@armageddon.com
Skin cancer might disappear ‘cos we’ll never leave our houses, the shade of our rooms, our computer’s cold stare. In a world crowded with cloned sheep, what will we do? Hide in the living rooms of our suburban websites? Will the poor’s housing projects be filthy blue mailboxes? Will it take more time and imagination than TV?
Track Name: Lovelace
Like we really need the problems, like we really need the regrets sinking with the memories awash in our shit-filled heads. To welcome ourselves to a plethora of insecure ideas. To learn a couple more unrational fears. To know that happiness is exchanged for infinite pain is fucking wisdom on a sinking ship. Do you remain...
Track Name: Widow's Peak
You won’t be the rebound girl ‘cos I’m not like that and sometimes I think you’ll never wanna speak to me again. I don’t know what you want, but it doesn’t matter ‘cos you don’t know either and besides, I’m just a mess of nerves who doesn’t know what’s good for himself.

From the days of French Indo-China, to modern day Hanoi, the prophets of Siam say: “Although you might not wanna see anyone, it can be bad to be alone.”
Track Name: Lakewater
It’s not for convenience or just by chance. I could say I hate you, that wouldn’t be fair, it could be reasonable. You’ll wash off like lakewater, just leaving a film. You’re not pretty and deep, you’re just full of shit and if this is one-sided, then I’m wasting my time. Your world is so far from mine, I don’t think that they’ll ever cross, and if they never do, then it’s no big loss. I find it hard to believe that the same full moon that shines down on you could shine down on me.
Track Name: Happy Now?!
Those times when you know what you did was right. Sometimes you know what was done was right. Think you can grin and bear things for a few more days. Think you can live on like this for a few more years. Existence has been justified and I realize I’ve begun to move on. Happy now?
Track Name: It Doesn't Matter
It doesn’t matter where we go, the schools are gonna suck and the people are gonna be so rude. Stupid kids with something to prove, stupid kids say they got nothing to lose. It doesn’t matter, why would you care? If anything happens, you won’t be there.
Track Name: I Wish I Could Say I Don't Give A Shit About You
Wake up each day with a new way, a new idea. Something else to do to keep my mind off of everything from the last few months. It’s hard to make a 90 degree or 180 degree turn when I wanna be in the same place, even though that place just about killed me. Boo hoo. Of course I only remember the good stuff, but I wish I could say I don’t give a shit about you.
Track Name: Why Haven't I Got Beat Up Yet?
If you thought I was unlucky, you’re so incredibly wrong. Just because it shines doesn’t mean it’s not bullshit. I’m sure I’m fine even if I don’t get a different one drunk and fuck it each weekend. I think I’ve learned a lot about myself instead of what I can take advantage of. I think I’m pretty sure I’m glad I had to deal with people like you so maybe now I can feel... lucky?
Track Name: I Wish I Could Say I Don't Give A Shit About You
Wake up each day with a new way, a new idea. Something else to do to keep my mind off of everything from the last few months. It’s hard to make a 90 degree or 180 degree turn when I wanna be in the same place, even though that place just about killed me. Boo hoo. Of course I only remember the good stuff, but I wish I could say I don’t give a shit about you.
Track Name: Gown Vs. Town
Each wall you paint and building you restore pushes one of us out to follow the business that’s gone away. If you think things look good, it’s all topical. This city’s rotting away from the inside (and everyone wants the hard candy shell). Each boarded up store means another customer at the shopping mall in the county.
Track Name: Happy Now?!
Those times when you know what you did was right. Sometimes you know what was done was right. Think you can grin and bear things for a few more days. Think you can live on like this for a few more years. Existence has been justified and I realize I’ve begun to move on. Happy now?
Track Name: You Shitheads Are Expendable
Your numbers are amazing and you wish your minds could work as one. The broad end of the spectrum is like jumping off a cliff and your attitudes are the oil of mustard that keeps me at a safe enough distance so your faces blend together... rant... rave... bitch... moan...
Track Name: Gown Vs. Town
Each wall you paint and building you restore pushes one of us out to follow the business that’s gone away. If you think things look good, it’s all topical. This city’s rotting away from the inside (and everyone wants the hard candy shell). Each boarded up store means another customer at the shopping mall in the county.
Track Name: You Shitheads Are Expendable
Your numbers are amazing and you wish your minds could work as one. The broad end of the spectrum is like jumping off a cliff and your attitudes are the oil of mustard that keeps me at a safe enough distance so your faces blend together... rant... rave... bitch... moan...
Track Name: YM Y Me?
Not concerned with fashion, but I read your mag. Jerk off with the pictures, your prescriptions make me gag. Is security so necessary to make me glad and down? Your superiority sickens me. Besides, you look like a clown.
Track Name: It Doesn't Matter
It doesn’t matter where we go, the schools are gonna suck and the people are gonna be so rude. Stupid kids with something to prove, stupid kids say they got nothing to lose. It doesn’t matter, why would you care? If anything happens, you won’t be there.
Track Name: You All Along
You’re a fucking liar. I trusted everything you said. You made me wanna impress you. I tried everything I could. They say what goes around comes around and I just think it might. Maybe then you’ll learn the difference between what’s wrong and what’s right. At first I tried to be your friend but you ran me dry. How come I was the ass of all your jokes? I never know why. When I pulled away from your crowd... oh! You’ve done nothing wrong. You act like I was at fault but it was you all along. All those days by myself, they taught me well. I don’t need you anymore. I guess I’ll see you in hell.
Track Name: Co-Ed Murderer
Washetnaw County, E.M.U., Michigan, Bloody M.I. She can’t be on the rag ‘cos then he won’t kill her. He’ll either steal your cycle or murder your daughter. Avoid the ride to Ann Arbor, dig the frat boy on two wheels. Could be 13 or 25, it don’t matter who he kills. Eastern Michigan, EMU, co-ed murderer, 1967, watch your back.
Track Name: Fuck It Up, Richmond Style
That’s it, no more feet in my face, sweaty backs on my arm, football jocks undercover as music aficionados. I won’t take it. I’m tempted to stoop to their level, but violence should be a last resort. I’ve fallen off the end of my rope, and I think I’m gonna take the next stagediver and throw them down. Go home and play rugby ‘til Lollapalooza rolls around.
Track Name: Never Say Never
Turned over new leaves until the tree was bare. Sucked the sap at the shallowest levels, until the bark ran dry. You know what happens then? Fall’s on the way so plant a seed. All you say just tightens the noose for future years when each shout you had is just another nail in the coffin. Spend later times trying to bury old skulls and lock them in the closet along with your old ideals. Fall’s on the way so plant a seed. Believed your mind to be stagnant, once choice to be for good. Don’t deny yourself the options, don’t be tracked in any way. A life with one belief is a life with no progress, gonna be ridiculed if you’re “true ‘til death.” Dove in head first with your life in one direction. In your whole life, it’s just a small cross section.
Track Name: YM Y Me?
Not concerned with fashion, but I read your mag. Jerk off with the pictures, your prescriptions make me gag. Is security so necessary to make me glad and down? Your superiority sickens me. Besides, you look like a clown.