Dogs of Entertainment

by The Fatty Acids

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released February 21, 2017

Written and Recorded by The Fatty Acids
Mixed by Josh Evert and The Fatty Acids
Extra mixing help from Harrison Colby, Casey O’Brien and Ryan Ruprecht
Mastered by Carl Saff
Saxophone by Jay Anderson on tracks 1 & 4
Vocals by Treccy Marquardt-Thomas on tracks 2 & 7
Artwork by Rachel Sanders. Instagram - yayguys

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The Fatty Acids Milwaukee, Wisconsin

The Fatty Acids formed in 2008 in a dingy basement in the Riverwest neighborhood of Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Since then, they have put out three self-recorded and mixed albums and have one on the way this February.

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Track Name: Digested
growing up under the alpha
overcompensating to get into his view
head nod to say we're cool
held out a hand covered with flavour dust from the junk food

growing up under the alpha
man, it left me black and blue
synapses refuse to fire like they did in youth
keep my eyes glued on the beast following in the rearview

how many times must i spit in the eye of this demon
'fore he gets it?
how many times must i pass the peace pipe to this god
'fore he hits it
and admits that
we are sinless
with exception
of the semen
from the rich man
digested

growing up whilst still drunk on youth left him nothing to pursue
and self-pity oozed
out of his pores onto the sweatshirt of his alma mater
i ran his bath water

growing up he looked down on me
so i turned myself into a bloodthirsty dude
no culture to lose
hunting for sport just to leave every corpse at your shined shoes

how many times must i spit in the eye of this demon
'fore he gets it?
how many times must i pass the peace pipe to this god
'fore he hits it
and admits that
we are sinless
with exception
of the semen
from the rich man
digested
in our system
in the suburbs
at the doorstep
with a six-pack
ceaseless knocking
he hears nothing
lets himself in
american
Track Name: I Try Not to Freak Out About it
i, like anybody else, am arranged of many cells and am ashamed by what my mouth silently says to no one else
i should have gone back to school, but i am sleeping by the pool
and is it kidney-shaped and cool?
and are my tits symmetrical???

i try not to freak out about it anymore

i am staring at a screen and i am screaming for a team
we laugh it off, but secretly i am afraid of what it means
the way the chains are all arranged makes every city look the same
and every war our parents waged we are still fighting here today

then why the disconnect
between the way i want to and the way i live
Track Name: Ghostess
your hero, he has a logo
shaved into his hair
and likens himself to jesus
and i can't help but care

only give you business when i'm sick
i've got some reasons to not be homesick
you're honest like a sentence
pushing politics pushing

learn to hate the bodies
we barely understand
from hairline to wrinkle
each cell and synapse

don't you feel discouraged, it's the age we're in
hiding secrets in the lines of choruses
cut by the broad sword of some
drug lord of whom i owe sums soon
Track Name: WG EX BF
lying by omission
not a concept you've heard of, much less understood?
i've got doubts about it

laying on the floorboards
you think we can't tell how well you treat yourself?
it must be a pleasure being you

how blessed are we to sing the tune of benign worries, but i'm bracing for bad news

floating in the ocean
like our dead bloodline
don't cut yourself open
just to taste the brine

waking up from another dream i am ashamed of having the capacity to have conjured up:

"I am agoraphobic in the daytime, but by night, like werewolf, roam under the streetlights. I was born to get lost in the shelves of self-help sections. Born to have a gray London disposition. I was born to never ever be born again and i was born to be the WG EX BF."
Track Name: Sequins
drunk on my youth and i've been chasing an ellusive freedom that some cartoon sold my subconscious before i had been given the wits to decipher truth

wooing a well-attended wake with fresh cut flowers for the vase

sometimes i think that i will stay forever, sometimes i think i'll leave today

but in the morning
you ask me what i'm thinking
and it seems a question
comically invasive
on the path of least resistance, i think, "do i really think at all? am i re-arranging prejudices, would i know if i had never thought?"

but in the morning
i feel a dread start creeping
you say, "the light is golden"
but all i see are sequins
you make a noise like an animal you make a noise like a narcissist
and i am working on a poem as if we need another self-journalist
Track Name: Dogs of Entertainment
skipped being humble, went straight for your servant
trying to take advice from the younger kids
cuz they got this confidence
that i swear must be inherent
and for it i would trade all my worldly possessions

skipped being humble, went straight for your servant
trying to take advice from my older friends
cuz they all got what they want
and they worked hard to obtain it
meanwhile i roll around with the dogs of entertainment

but me i don't know what i want
and i've got no motivation
to do the things i see people do for their position
Track Name: Wake Me
i wanna die inside a house with souvenirs on homemade shelves
and the gratitude to've had a pot to piss in
repeat it
under my breath thrice per day:
"i believe in what i say."

(but it's hard to know with no second opinion)

i'm singing, "change me, cuz i'm older, but still feel the same."

i really hope they like you for the soul revealed in your art-forms and not the body pictured in your press kit
(to market)
but i'm sure the kid has seen his fair share of tear-shedding
i'm not ashamed to cry now that i have custody

he says to me, "wake me when i'm older and nothing has changed."

under light from a deadbeat star
that had skipped town
long before our
existence even was considered by grandparents

i wanna ask if we're still friends, but i don't wanna come off as
one who needs deliberate, declaration of valid friendship

wake me when you're older and have something to say
Track Name: Strangers
"I was hoping you wouldn't write me back."

"It was okay to lie, when we strangers, but now we share a name and so I need the truth. Will you take the fire escape while I'm running the bath?"

"I'm living a dream. The problem is that it's not mine."

"Tell me what you saw that made you feel for once that you could follow through. Do you even remember?"

"Peel me off the floor, point me toward my home. One of us must change and I hope it's not you."

"I'm living a dream. The problem is that it's not mine."

In Memphis, staring at porcelain and hoping I don't die:

"... Spend my 30s starting over, spend my 40s in a coma. Act like it's as imminent as it is."
Track Name: In Your House
someone lives in your house and they love you

isn't that enough?
Track Name: Doomsbros
met you in my childhood
you were hailed as king
holed up in my bedroom

writing songs just to get signed
overdose or venue fire
everyday granted rebirth
cuz your name's on our t-shirts

you don't spell your name right
you are optimized
the search engine knows you
from what could you hide?

(vacation's a mindset and i cannot find it)

recording onto a tape
waiting for a different age
studs to prove this jacket is
more than denim, a relic
writing songs just to get high
overdose when you get fired
body is a green room snack
blood is a green room six-pack