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The Foul Bite Sessions

by À la Poupée & the Chine-Collés

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1.
Brayer Bitch 02:49
You gouged my heart out like a new can of ink Left dried and ruined I don't know what to think How else to put this feeling in my chest? Of you running my heart through an etching press You chopped me up like an editioned block You moved on from me whether I was ready or not You're a brayer bitch rolling over me Treat me like a piece of wood owned by Hiroshige Intagli-ho breaking every heart Crushing souls of every printmaker who shows you his art You treated me like any old proof in the stack You left me abandoned by the drying rack Like a plate forgotten in the acid, that's me Left to break down by myself at the bottom of the sea You chopped me up like an editioned block You moved on from me whether I was ready or not You're a brayer bitch rolling over me Treat me like a piece of wood owned by Hiroshige Intagli-ho breaking every heart Crushing souls of every printmaker who shows you his art I'm a stone you dropped I'm a screen you tore I'm a foul-bitten plate And you're a printmaking whore You're a brayer bitch rolling over me Treat me like a piece of wood owned by Hiroshige Intagli-ho breaking every heart Crushing souls of every printmaker who shows you his art
2.
Let's have a print exchange if that's what you wanna call it I've got a lot of art to trade for prints that fill my wallet I can't afford to edition, I'm running outta space And I'd really like to see my work hanging in your place I've got some artistic tendencies I'm neglecting of late Mainly 'cause I can't afford to buy a copper plate Yeah, copper's too expensive and paper's out of sight So I'm really looking forward to this print exchange tonight You've got a couple of prints I've been eyeing for a while That portrait of Ben Franklin sure would make me smile Let's have a print exchange if that's what you wanna call it I've got a lot of art to trade for prints that fill my wallet So give me money A lot of Money I've got an artistic habit that I've gotta feed And there's just one thing that I really need I need money A lot of money Let's have a print exchange if that's what you wanna call it I've got a lot of art to trade for prints that fill my wallet.
3.
I went to get some wood I did a thorough search Oh yeah, I did the best I could To pick the perfect piece of birch And when I got home I honed all my tools I wished I weren't alone As I bled out like a fool My V-gouge I used first To carve out all my lines I was seeing in reverse But not the flaws in my design I carved straight into a knot Underneath that thin veneer But my gouge, it did not stop And now I'm missing my left ear Every time I carve wood I cut myself Every time I carve wood I cut myself I've got splinters in my fingers I've got splinters in my teeth I'll be pulling out splinters for several odd weeks I've got so many splinters in my hair It's time for me to print I just hope that it comes with ease Cause my wounds are starting to smell like cheese I need a hospital, but can I finish this, please? Cause, every time I carve wood I cut myself Yeah, every time I carve wood I cut myself Accidentally, of course I cut myself
4.
Wasting Away 03:44
Waiting on the hotplate is like waiting on the sun To burn up and end the world before I'm even done Melting and aquatint, oh how I've spent So many days wasting away Waiting on this plate to etch is like waiting on evolution I have seen molasses move faster than this weak solution So spike the acid, cause I'm done waiting, So many days wasted away Waiting on the ink to dry is like waiting on the world to change Progress can't be rushed, or it'll come out strange Like a print too wet, so it offsets on everything and everyone And you're just wasting away Well, I'm waiting for the solvents to seep into my system Oh, the fumes are potent, but, God, you know I've missed them Waiting for the smell of ink to get embedded in my clothes And you know I'm waiting on something else, but that's just how it goes Well, patience is a virtue, and it comes in short supply I've been sitting around thinking about how I really wanna be your guy Well, you say you need a little more time. Well, baby, so do I I've been living in the studio, and I'm wondering why I spend my days wasting away In these artistic pursuits But though It's been fulfilling You know I would have rather been with you
5.
There's a new girl in my life, and from our first interaction I think it's safe to call it undeniable attraction When she found out I'm an artist, I thought she'd turn and walk away But she showed a lot of interest in the prints I made today She asked about the process and the acids that I used I should've seen it coming, but I misread all her cues Our love is not uncommon, and there's little that we share But there's a passion for the acids in this chemical affair Is chemistry the answer or that look in her eyes? I know I'm falling for her, but I couldn't tell you why No I couldn't tell you... It's just a chemical attraction I'm powerless to stop it And I've always been careful with the acid But she only wants to drop it Well, she's more than I can handle, and I've tried to get some air But she's got me where she wants me in this chemical affair She said "Hey, sweet darling, let's have some fun" And she slipped me a tab in the printing lab on the tip of her tongue Is chemistry the answer or that look in her eyes? I know I'm falling for her, but I couldn't tell you why No I couldn't tell you... It's just a chemical attraction I'm powerless to stop it And I've always been careful with the acid But she only wants to drop it
6.
I dreamt of you in the acid bath You and I etching so fast I got together with you to make some prints I haven't done anything like that since Those were the best things that I had ever done That's how I knew you were the one I saw you in the printshop the other day I wish I had the balls to say Ask you into the darkroom That is where I'd show you the moon I dreamt of you in the acid bath You and I etching so fast I dreamt of you on the press bed You and I rolling through naked You came to watch me grain a stone It made me happy not being alone I got some grit upon my face You wiped it away as my heart started racing I could not believe my fate That there you were inking up my plate I could not tell if it was true Or if the rosin had some effect on you I dreamt of you in the acid bath You and I etching so fast I dreamt of you in the press bed You and I rolling through naked I dreamt of you in the acid bath You and I etching so fast
7.
Well, we really do like you, and your work is quite strong But it's starting to feel like we're getting strung along You're meticulous, it's true. No decision's too trite And we're wide awake all through the night Yeah, we're wide awake printing for you And there's nothing in this world that we wouldn't do We're gonna print with our own blood I can't help desire at the end of the day After printing so long and feeling so frayed A double whiskey, a horsefeather, a pint A vodka martini to cap off my night No standard's too high for you my dear And we felt that way too, but it's becoming quite clear You've got some tendencies that lean towards compulsion That's really okay, but we're low on emulsion We've redone this exposure for the twentieth time But it's no big deal. It's only our dime We've exhausted our ink So what do you think? A bit deeper brown or a little darker red? Well, it's no big deal. We'll do this instead. We're gonna print with our own blood And I hate everything that you say That keeps us from getting a bon a tirer Why can't you make up your fucking mind? All i want, I just wanna unwind.
8.
Chine-Collé 03:21
À la Poupée, I'm getting carried away It takes a delicate touch But I just love you so much You're like a doll, the only one I need You know it pains me to see you bleed I wanna caress you, baby. I wanna rub your right All through the night À la Poupée, I'm getting carried away Chine-Collé, today's the day I want your fidelity, and I want you to stay I've got an opportunity, and I don't wanna waste it So let's get laid, oh yeah. Let's get laminated But if you won't hold true Chine-Collé, I don't know what I'll do Cause I'm stuck on you Oh, Intaglio Don't you ever let me go I'm not very consistent, but I love you so And when you do me wrong, it feels so right I'll leave in the morning, but I'll come home every night I've got you under my nails. I've got you under my skin There's no telling what state I'm in Oh, Intaglio À la Poupée, baby, Chine-Collé Please, listen to what I say It's been so many years, and I know you so well Don't you leave me in this hell Oh, Intaglio I hope you'll understand I'll always be your man You don't even have to hold my hand I'll be there
9.
I've been thinking in reverse for far too long Spending my time with the image I've drawn It's always the same at the start Necessity works its way to your heart A reflection's more comfortable than facing reality Narcissus learned that it's always a fallacy Cause you stand at the brink as you wipe off the ink And you think to yourself as you stare in the sink You wish you would have drawn in reverse But printer's remorse is the printmakers' curse It's always the same with etchings, lithos, and lovers Once you've fallen in love, you're quick to discover All of those aspects that you just couldn't see But it's too late to change them, so you just let them be Printmaking is neither kind nor cruel. It just is.
10.
Disarray 05:39
The etching blankets are all covered In offset prints in every color And I just hang my head in shame The inks are all gouged to hell And I wonder what's that smell? Will someone please turn on the ventilation? Will someone please open a door? The print shop is all worn out And I don't have any doubt Nobody is coming to help clean I must be the only one Who cleans before and after I'm done The mess I make remains unseen And every surface coated in grime Why does this happen to me every time? I just wanted to make some prints The brayers are left caked in ink What the fuck are these people thinking? And I don't even know where to begin Again, I don't even know where to begin The print shop is all worn out And I don't have any doubt Nobody is coming to help clean I must be the only one Who cleans before and after I'm done The mess I make remains unseen It's always dirty when I find it And so clean when I leave But the very next day It's a disaster again It's so hard to believe That the very next day It's a disaster again The print shop is all worn out And I don't have any doubt Nobody is coming to help clean I must be the only one Who cleans before and after I'm done The mess I make remains unseen The print shop in such a disarray Hand me a rag, and I'm on my way Cause I'm always cleaning Oh yeah, I'm always cleaning I am always cleaning up after you

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released September 9, 2014

À la Poupée and the Chine-Collés are Brian Hawkins and Greg Stone
All songs by Hawkins and Stone
Brian "The Nighthawk" Hawkins: Keys, Guitar, Vocals, Percussion
Greg "The Litho" Stone: Guitars, Vocals, Percussion
Recorded at Wide Awake Studios in Lawrence, Kansas

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