Boléro

by The Fatty Acids

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we did it ourselves (DIO) in 2011-2013 in milwaukee wi

Mastered at: The Lodge NYC
Mastering Engineer: Emily Lazar
Assistant Mastering Engineer: Rich Morales

Album art by JJ Chick'n Fish

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released September 3, 2013

The fat fats are Derek De Vinney, Josh Evert, Cole Quamme, Matthew Pappas, Kurt Raether, and Myles Coyne

Supplementary vocals on "Sportskin" by Monica Martin.
Supplementary vocals on "Worst Part" by Joel Van Haren, Molly "Cool Coach" Stepnik, and Ben Gucciardi

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The Fatty Acids Milwaukee, Wisconsin

The Fatty Acids formed in a dingy basement in the Riverwest neighborhood of Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Since then, they have put out three self-recorded and mixed albums (2010's Stop Berries, Berries, and Berries, Berries, 2011's Leftover Monsterface, and 2013's Boléro), two split EPs (2011's Fat Fauxmance and 2012's Torrential Zen), and a handful of misfit singles. ... more

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Track Name: Girls and Gods
I can't stop thinking about Girls and Gods I believed in
But no one can say that we didn't end up better for it
Perfect from surface level but beneath crust I lose interest
One day in love with your best friend and the next
Throwing dishes

Find a love whose touch is silk and make her
Your little something sweet to replace hurt
Suddenly she's sandpaper
You don't know why you're not the master of your nerves
But believe me when I say everyday I miss you
When life gets congested our hearts are tissues
I love the chase, but not literally
I'm headed for space until I'm officially over being sorry for myself
And you are too

With new rationale, can't you put up with this?
It can't be any worse than loneliness
Suddenly I feel ancient and brainless
Will love ever feel spacious?
Everyday you wander through my mind
It robs me of what I proudly once had
Stability, now my position's fetal
It's funny how time polarizes people
Even having given us such sickeningly little of itself
Track Name: Airsick
Little sister, I'd such little wisdom
To share before you ran away
Even moments you were sour contend with
My sweetest memories retained

Not born in supernovas to behave like this
Maybe she knew and that's why she is where she is
Every city in the world's a candidate
Dream in the clouds, searching for you
Wake up alone and airsick

Little sister, never mind a victor
And never mind a Golden Age
Where are we?
The only certain answer:
Between umbilical and grave
Track Name: Worst Part
The worst part is
I don't know how I'm gonna stand
Unless I'm showing you off
To passing cars when they see that I've got your hand
If in a few month's time
You've gone and found yourself a plan
And it don't involve me
Then I might not pack my bags and leave the foreign lands

If you see me rip my price tag off
Then it's because I'm sold
If your words get stolen by someone
Then it's because they're gold

The worst part is never really getting to
That Sacred Focus 'cause I feel out of place
With every new wall I walk through
Track Name: Sportskin
I know it's been a weird one friends
But we're gonna get out of our stuffy houses soon
So much to address
Forget the science like we always do
And soak up record highs

We cut the sleeves off our clothes
And find the beach where we left it
Naked or in lab coats
We test the water's depth

We'll pay for this for years
Honeymooning to an island we can't
Point to on a map
We'll make the best of it
Build a park atop the landfill
Sell our wedding bands for scrap

We cut the sleeves off our clothes
And find the beach where we left it
With or without ozone
We sport our sun-soaked skin
Track Name: Little Brother Syndrome
Some people hatchet tree trunks
Some people wipe out brutes
None of these things describe what we do

Some people talk in circles
Some people colonize
None of these things fit into our lives

But god, my god, my god, we do try
To be people

But where's my sense of Youthful Optimism I'm supposed to have?
And where's my sense of Civic Duty in the high-five-covered quest?
The bumper stickers let me know which country has god most impressed
And Little Brother Syndrome has me searching for a better nest

Some people hatchet tree trunks
Some people find their roots
None of these things describe what we do

Some people really suffer
Some people really care
We've been told many times we should not stare

But where's my sense of Youthful Optimism I'm supposed to have?
And where's my sense of Civic Duty in the high-five-covered quest?
The bumper stickers let me know which Candidate should be Elect
And Little Brother Syndrome has me hoping that you are impressed
Track Name: Flamingo Graveyard
You are a really funny person to talk to about people that have broken hearts
And I know just what you're trying to get into and I'm confident that I want no part
And maybe I'll come to view this situation with an overwhelming sense of regret
But I like these kids and I like where I'm at and what do you want me to say beyond that?
On that?

There are times that I feel more at home than
I thought could
I thought could
I thought could ever one's life here be

But I wish it were the 80s
I wish we could be happy
I wish I hadn't seen you on his lap that evening
What I want, the only thing in life, is to be able to follow my own advice

Dance with who you want
Even in the night
I can't pretend that I ain't gonna send them right back to the bowl
Call it a punchline
You bought up all the land under my wandering mind

But I wish it were the 90s
I wish that you were breathing
And why does everybody that I believe in
Eliminate their map before their time
And why can't you just dance to anything that feels right?

But I wish it were 2000
I wish the war were underway
I wish that we could take back what we gave
And I wish that I could mean exactly what I say
I lie right through my pearly whites like tooth decay

I wish it were the future
I wish that we were older and wiser
Settled down in a mortgaged home
I'd hold her like a grudge
I'd freeze the wedding cake
I'd look at her as if I didn't know the divorce rate
Track Name: Hugs Your Bones
Car Alarm
Shut the fuck up boy, 'cause you ain't been harmed
Since the days of growing pains
And if this is a phase
It sure ain't lunar boy, 'cause you've been this way
Since the days of cartridge games

You were a common cold
Out of my system quicker than the piss I hold
Or prank calls from our parents' phones
And I think you'd molt
If you could possibly be more uncomfortable
In the skin that hugs your bones

Minuteman
Just how entitled are you to the promised land
In the crap shoot for privilege?
Supposed surrogate
What wisdom can you generously grace us with
to help us win the Great Contest?

And now our past time is
Self-portraits for approval from acquaintances
Tell me, has it made you whole?
Because I think you'd molt
If you could possibly be more uncomfortable
In the skin that hugs your bones
Track Name: Interlude (WASHAWEDOO)
WASHAWEDOO, WASHAWEDOO, WASHAWEDOO, WASHAWEDOO
Track Name: Human Tetris Bodies
Human Tetris Bodies
jesus, can I come home and keep you late for work?
I'd like to make my room a sauna with body heat
Vitamin deficiency's got nothing on your words
Buckling my knees

There must be a hundred good reasons for you to not answer any of my letters
But you still do
Do they not hold water like the concrete-colored clouds concealing blue?

You're the darkroom stranger
A bath of chemicals uncovered such a lovely picture
My sockets hold
Let's leave before anyone wakes up and sleep in vacant rooms below

It's just such a pity, whose been casting my dreams?
You never get a role that's decent
You barely speak
Awake at such stupid hours to take my calls before I take cold showers