Shout Out Loud Prints 2010 Mixtape

by Signals Midwest

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    The digital download of this file is of our song "Family Crest" that was included on the 2010 Shout Out Loud Prints mixtape. If you want to purchase the cassette itself (it's awesome, trust us), just click the "Buy the Mixtape" button to do it through the Shout Out Loud website.

    here is the tracklist for the mixtape:

    THE SIDEKICKS - Almost The Same
    GOOD LUCK - Blind*
    HEATHERS - Bloodpact
    AMELIA - Bridges
    AMERICAN WAR - Cages*
    BRIDGE & TUNNEL - Call To The Comptroller's Office
    PAUL BARIBEAU - The Condo*
    LATTERMAN - Doom! Doom! Doom!
    VILE GASH - Worthless*
    MODERN MACHINES - Down The Upward Escalator
    TWO HAND FOOLS - Drifting*
    SIGNALS MIDWEST - Family Crest*
    FUCKED FOR LIFE - Grave Routine*
    MARYN JONES - I'm Scared Of Losing You*
    LETTERS TO THE MOON - It Follows (Minor Threat)*
    ASININE - Its A Penguin Not A Duck*
    DELAY - Lake Erie Back Float
    ANDREW JACKSON JIHAD - Life In The Time Of Human Papillomavirus
    THE MAX LEVINE ENSEMBLE - Lucky Ones
    USED KIDS - Midwest Midsummer
    SLUGGING PERCENTAGE - Nolan Ryan
    PHERAMONES - Punching Hours*
    DEFIANCE, OH - The Reason
    SCREAMING FEMALES - Skull
    REVERSE THE CURSE - The Space In Between*
    TIN ARMOR - Strange Correlations
    THE BOY WHO COULD FLY - The Thread*
    GHOST MICE - Tick Tock
    BEST FRIENDS FOREVER - URL & D*
    NEW CREASES - Wild Knives
    SAINTSENECA - Wonderlust*

    * = previously unreleased     ... more

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released 06 April 2010

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tags: indie pop-punk post-hardcore punk Cleveland

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Track Name: Family Crest
I can hear every noise this house makes, supported by a skeleton of steel. The termites eat away at the foundation and it's only a matter of time...

And your family crest hangs on a frame in the hallway next to a painting that you made when you were thirteen. And each brush-stroke glares a reminder of a simpler time when we were more concerned with (living) life than with what it means.

Enveloping and circling my mental state...
This house is empty, every sound reverberates.
So I plug my ears and try not to communicate but it has taken hold.

I keep a notebook under my desk so I can write all my dreams down, or at least what of them I remember when I wake. Spending hours scanning the pages for some indication that these dreams and life might somehow intertwine.

Because more than anything, I just want to believe it - that we all end up just where we should. And we can all have faith in the decisions we make under shelters of concrete and wood.

So I evaluate the options I'm presented with...
Navigate these notions of embarrassment.
Long to learn "are my laments legitimate?"
But it has taken hold.