The Power of Patrician Upbringing

by Fake Limbs

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about

Originally intended to be a concept album about FDR but thematically scrapped due to time, breakdowns, life actions, and hubris.

Special thanx to JSP, GAN, SA, RSW IV, EA, CMS, BLVD, WJD, MG, JSS.

More thanks to our friends and families, JACK BUCK, Coward, Nonagon, Tyranny is Tyranny, Police Teeth, Waxeater, Blizzard Babies, Blasted Diplomats, Shellac, John Grabski III and everyone else who set up shows or let us sleep on/in their floors/couches/beds/bathtubs.

credits

released 15 November 2013

Fake limbs is Stephen Sowley, Bryan Gleason, Mat Biscan and Nick Smalkowski

Gang vocals by Jes Skolnik, Melissa Geils, and Fake Limbs

Recorded & Mixed at Electrical Audio, Chicago, spring/summer of 2013
Recorded by Jon San Paolo
Mixed by Greg Norman
Produced by Greg Norman and Fake Limbs
Assisted by Taylor Hales
Mastered at Chicago Mastering Service
Mastered by Bob Weston

Art & Layout by Paul Hornschemeier
Back cover photo by Fake Limbs
Copyright © 2013 Fake Limbs

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Track Name: Green Chartreuse
All Fat Guys They Don’t Look
All Fat Guys They Don’t Look The Same

We’re Done Working Hard
We Roll Out Ten Deep
A Round N Round N Round
We’re Blasting Through The Doors

Hair/Eyes/Nose/Face/Waist/Hips/Hands/Feet

4 Am Now
That’s A Long Wait
Time Isn’t On Our Side
Got Our Strategies
Through Guamless Babble
And Your Stupid Threads

Pockets Done Fat
The DJ Cold Sucks
The Floors Are Sticky
These Girls Don’t Matter To Me
Don’t Have A Fall Back
Don’t Have A Theory
Just Have It In A Glass

Hair/Eyes/Nose/Face/Waist/Hips/Hands/Feet

White Girl Wasted
Got Your Swerve On
You’re Still Confusing Me
I Can’t Stand The Green
I Like The Cynar On Me
The Green Chartreuse Has Got
Ten Glasses Left In It.

Hair/ Eyes/ Nose/ Face/ Waist/ Hips/ Hands/ Feet

It’s After 5 Now
The Sun Is Peeking Out
You’re Going Home Alone
You Grab A Fun Pack

All Fat Guys The Don’t Look///All Fat Guys Don’t Look The Same
Track Name: Dr. Detroit
Smug
Prick
Smug
Prick

Casing twenty years on the scene
well heeled and young
stood off in the back

erasers come handy when alone
tempted to lift the curtain

knew the school
stood up straight
recount the bout without witness
hicks and fools
eyes on your plate
recount the bout without witness
hit your stride
shelve your crest
recount the bout without witness

in your head and home
thereʼs no pride in shy
fear of social rank
drives you to concoct
a new turn for you
serves (as) indemnity
a fresh coat of paint
makes you self contained

through steel sleet of your past
west egg yowls for truth

against the wall
you got your cred
must you take up every piece of pie
a land of garbage
cleaned up nice
must you take up every piece of pie
the other heads
built the rest
must you take up every piece of pie

every bit of progress gets thrown off the bus
underneath the guise of “pure realness”
keep your points in check like theyʼre estates
roll my eyes forever at your introductions
roll my eyes forever at your embellishments

kicked away the stones once on your path
saw you change a tune once through the tunnel
everything you feared got brushed to the side
cottage industry of high school castes
built upon cut lines of insecurity.

every word had a turn
every call was not made
every look had a take
every hand was not played
every promise had a price
every party had its flake

short hand never looked good on you
came up for air once or twice
arms bent back at commitment or excuse
there was a camera at every corner
Track Name: Nosebleed at the Oxbow
Here It Is
Here It Comes
A Portrait
A Statement
A Trophy
To A Life
Spent Better In A Bag
A Portrait
A Statement
A Trophy
Spill It All Out
From A Running Mouth
A Portrait
A Statement
A Trophy
Argue Onto Nothing
Weak Speak Through Holes
A Strortait
A Tratement
A Pophy
Ground Out At First
‘Fore You Even Stood
What Is Used For Food
Built From My Contempt
Used To Be Your Fun
Til It Blew (up)
Don’t Even Look At Me With That Tone
Straighten Your Walk
And I’ll Roll your Carpet Out
But Don’t Even Look At Me With That Tone
Confidence Got Blown
Never Stopped You Before
Don’t Even Look At Me With That Tone
Biggest Pity Party
For They With The Most Privilege
Don’t Even Look At Me With That Tone
Your Biggest Triumph
Came At Your Friends Expense
Loudest Voice In The Room
Don’t Know Shit From Fat Meat
It’s All For Naught
When I Cross The Street
When I Hide Behind
What The Paper Prints
When I Pull Up My Hood
And I Creep A Corner
Jump Over A Post
Anything It Takes
Bury My Head In
Ten Feet Of Sand
Risk a Dive To A Door
Never Turn Back Around
Blur Off The Edges
Shred Every Fact
Slip Out Of Your Body
So They Don’t Get A Second To Speak.
You Could’ve Died At Eighteen
(The Bloom Is Off The Rose)
Checked Right Out & Leave Us With A Buncha Laughs
You Could’ve Died At Eighteen
(The Bloom Is Off The Rose)
And Not This Sad Beat
Played To Make Us Suffer
Your Own Built Legend
Cobbled From Deceit
Your Own Built Legend
Porcine Behavior
Your Own Built Legend
Poisoned By Your Words
Your Own Built Legend
Better Left On The Bow
Your Own Built Legend
To Stand Quiet and Erode

Storied
Failure
Cased
In Brine
Numbed
The Gums
To Flap
Your Jaw
How Do You Move Your Heart
How Do You Look At The Sky
Climbed Out Of Your Well
Stepped Out Of Your Light
Throw Your Ass Out The Manger
Never Haunt My World Again
Does It Even Register
With Your One Man Show
Track Name: Walyo
Saw Your Red Dress
In The Snow
Felt Your Cold Hands
Down The Back Pinned Down
Tore A Blackhead
Cran-Drink
Annoying Clack

From The Basement
To The Garage
Out In The Ferns
The Willow Tree
Your Friends Have
Cared For You
Your Friends Have
Built A Home

Out The Shower
Knew Ahead
Knew Iʼd Be Late
Didnʼt Matter To Me
It Was a Phone Call
She Wanted You To Be Loved

Through The Lines
Was A Dawn
Realized The Worth
Of Your Own Work
A Home That Was Never Here
She Wanted You To Be Loved

I Donʼt Have The Time For That Tree
I Just Have The Sound of You and Me

Seven Years
Walked Through A Door
the Longest Hair filled with grey
the carpeted stairs lead to a scare
she taught you your left from your right

a key still worked
a smell still lingered
voice on the box said a last goodbye
a space that had more life than limb
she taught you your left from your right

strangers filled the halls to show the love
that she gave to care and see them through

a voice
you hear
in your dreams
non
rep
replicate
Walyo
Walyo
Walyo
Walyo
Track Name: MC Lyte
With a Grin That Could
Let Go Of Trust
With A Grin That Could
Sell A Bridge
With A Grin That Could
Turn Over Keys
With A Grin That Could
Make A Profit

In a Room
All Locks
Tweezers
Pull A Nail
Lost
Lost A Thought
A Glare
A Little Rope
Some Wrist
Stumble Over
The Pines
Smell Of Wood
Ghost Tracks
What A Nice
Place You Have

Born Without A Curse
Always Grew With A Curl
Knew To Dress My Best

With A Grip That Could
Pull You Down From Space
With A Grip That Could
Break A Door Off
With A Grip That Could
Push The Dark Out Of Light
With A Grip That Could
Raze The Land

In a Room
All Locks
Tweezers
Pull A Nail
Lost
Lost A Thought
A Glare
A Little Rope
Some Wrist
Stumble Over
The Pines
Smell Of Wood
Ghost Tracks
What A Nice
Place You Have

Not Even A Lover
Stranded By The Owl
Never Been Known For Its Kind

Flinging hands,
Leather digs,
Restraint
Leather digs
cuts and marks
in skin
Clean floors,
Leather digs
no stains
Leather Digs
through the bulbs
that hang.
Leather Digs
Keep Your Eyes
Another World
Leather Digs
thick circles
round the moon

When the belt
gets in
to the hips
feel the cuts
the cuts
to the skin
(x5)
Lyte As Rock
Lyte As Rock
Different Hips
Lyte As A Rock
Lyte As A Rock
The Skin.
Track Name: Kill the Mouth
You All Say Fuck The Cops
Til You Redefine The Terms
You All Say Fuck The Cops
Til It’s Someone Else’s Skin
You All Say Fuck The Cops
Now Yr Suddenly The Expert
You All Say Fuck The Cops
Oh Wait This Guy’s Your Friend

Kill The Mouth/Sock Monkey Gonna Bleed Cotton
Kill The Mouth/Sock Monkey Gonna Bleed Cotton

You All Say Fuck The Cops
Then You Give Them Agency
You All Say Fuck The Cops
Til You Turf Out Your Empathy
You All Say Fuck The Cops
Then You Victimize Your Peers
You All Say Fuck The Cops
an Obstinate Duh Is Your Crutch
You All Say Fuck The Cops
But You Shout The Minority Down
You All Say Fuck The Cops
All Backflips Over Reasoning
You All Say Fuck The Cops
and Your Privilege Isn’t Checked
You All Say Fuck The Cops
Now Welcome To The Status Quo

Kill The Mouth/Sock Monkey Gonna Bleed Cotton
Kill The Mouth/Sock Monkey Gonna Bleed Cotton

We Got Ourselves A Case
We Got Ourselves A Crew
With Bats N Bricks In Hand
There’s More Of Us Than You