The Foul Bite Sessions

by À la Poupée & the Chine-Collés

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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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Track Name: Brayer Bitch
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
Track Name: Print Exchange ($$$)
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.
Track Name: Every Time I Carve Wood (I Cut Myself)
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
Track Name: Wasting Away
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
Track Name: Chemical Attraction
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
Track Name: The Acid Bath
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
Track Name: Print With Our Own Blood
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.
Track Name: Chine-Collé
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
Track Name: Printer's Remorse
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.
Track Name: Disarray
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