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Avouzon

by Catbug the Popstar

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1.
Got a crush 04:31
Got a crush and I'm feeling neat Haircut let me roll my sleeve Cook up what I'm gonna eat Somedays I'm all I need Cause I'm young I like pretty things Fall in love, that's the right of Spring And I don't know what the future brings Right now all I believe is you're on my mind you're on my mind Keep it up if you want a fan I don't know if you got a man But you're cute and the devil's a liar I talk fast cause time's a flier And I'd just stepped out of Merlin's cave when you emerged like the Mother of Nations But you're immune to my pagan whine I gotta get with the current time You're on my mind you're on my mind Got a crush and I'm feeling neat Haircut let me roll my sleeve Cook up what I'm gonna eat Somedays I'm all I need
2.
Flannery O'Connor give up I'm already melting in the back of a bus bound for a sorta date And she was born to believe And I'm baptized in the bath where my best friend breathes If you don't love my hometown you don't love me Flannery O'Connor I'm busted I'm close to heaven So you spike the punch with a pint of your wise blood and take me home to be abused by a quarter black girl with low IQ Who reminds me of a tent I past tense used The conversation is dull in the police lineup And stack all the birds you pull you know that addicts never add it up My addict add it up No chatterboxerly lady No DH sex in HD Flannery O'Connor To the backyard and the geranium And your v card is laminated Flannery O'Connor you know I'm so deserving of this You lose your daughter in the big sleep She calls in panic when she gets too deep She takes her clothes off to pose egyptian for pictures she'll never see Neat little body when she's high on laudanum Sniff the ether Cherry blossoms on his chinese linens The colour's just right The blood almost blended in Try to decide if you love or hate the epileptic fits of love you make She goes like giggles It's almost murder the shit she gets away with And then you hold her like a sawn-off shotgun She works you over It's time you got some And blow it all on roulette She was a dynamite kisser but she tasted like cigarettes I was almost your body Be my caddy Be my hobby And you know it's such a threat when I get you undressed And our mamas were beneath us Gave us sneakers facial features And you know it's disrespect soon as I hold you down and I suck out your breath
3.
I think I could do it I think I could tear you apart I'll be your Brutus Let me go get my knives sharp It's as cold as it comes but I'm comfortably numb So I don't even break a sweat Tonight could be the night to escape the disaster I could get caught if I wait till the morning after So ya, I love you I can't keep it up for long though But don't let it bug you Everything is temporal Between my tongue and my cheek is where my conscience sleeps And it's been drinking to forget I can see the scene where I am the murderer crying in his cell, "I never meant to hurt her" Mama my love is as skinny as a secret Hold it in your lips but you could never keep it My promise is a yolk as light as a feather Everybody knows cowards live forever I could wage war on Space and Time And you can be sure that Georgia's on my mind I'll state my stature I'll wake up in a daze the morning after our war on compromise we laid our swords at the feet of real life And I was captured waltzing towards my grave Awaking in a daze It was days and days and days after
4.
I was smearing blood above the door when she came floating past on a litter inlaid with the idol Bast and I knew that I was trapped That I'd follow her and be her fool though I'm a holy man But the scriptures never said a girl could move around like that And her eyes threw me the kind of glance that says, "I've killed more prophets than you've ever seen" Mine said, "talk dirty like that" Well the King was dying in his bed as our frozen nation mourned So we set out looking for a virgin girl to keep his body warm And though she was found and stripped down bare and brought into his room He said, "I'm sure you're very nice but I'm never touching you My appetite is gone from lack of use but you could tell me your name and the time of day and what the kids are into" She was all doe-like and white enshawled as changeable as Spring When she reached out so I could kiss her hand I almost swallowed her ring And I was scared I'd lie with her and then be struck down dead Or that when I would close my eyes she'd shave my sleeping head And that night I silenced all my prayers and I gave my love to the heathen girl But first I cut my hair The sovereign's breath was running short and for his last decree he said, "the harem must go to the eldest son I can't take them with me Cause my body's had enough and my love is coming unstuck And I'm a testament to the fact death will win But death is a loser to the holy love So take me I'm done" It's embarrassing to be so in love with you It's embarrassing to be so in love with you I sat beside you in the service Did you touch my hand on purpose? I can't believe the way that you look So I wrote in your prayer book while the preacher's voice shook "I want my virginity took"
5.
I spent the night like a fly with nowhere to land A turncoat kept afloat thanks to the motion of your sacred and elusive hands Your loose-leaf mind speaks like a fight Adorable and deplorable little sprite So heavy So heavy and light Someone told me that you're the queen of unbearable pauses So I watched you like a movie made up of action scenes in japanese And it was lovely My inner innocent is so close to death And my inner sinner stands holding his breath with his head in his hands I spent the night tongue tied and toxic I reread what you said and overanalyzed every word and verb and term and found it to be sadly innocent But what if someone told you that I'm the king of unnatural causes Would you look over me like a novel made up messy rows of poser's prose and see something like poetry?
6.
The Itch 07:55
Well that's how it starts I'm drinking alone I am pious and self-controlled Then the feel of your figure starts to take hold You know, it's something like the Vision It's just a phase that glides through the walls and dissolves in cheap camera tricks So just sugar my drink I'm not here to think No cognitive wheel meshing teeth with my dissonance Nothing is wrong Sway for the song For your Rock Hudson Rachmaninoff Replace the stone Don't answer the phone Cause you never know you never know It's so unpredictable You know dandruff hurts the man in black You say there's nothing wrong with being dumb and young But you say there's hell and heaven to come Wait, I need more time to decide who I wanna become If I get to decide Or is it the sum of my blood then I'm done I need more time to record the bass and drums Get them synchronized You know, it's something like the Vision Sept ans de réflexion Six contes moraux Cinq doigts de whisky et eau Ya you got it right Darling your love is so unpredictable Quatre enseignes de reine Troie déesses d'Hélène Deux dames préfèrent les châtaignes Ya you got it right Darling your love has always been difficult Ya you got it right Darling your love has always been fickle Take off her clothes And break the Hays code Dip in her potion of champagne emotion You breathe like an air vent up where her skirt went Nothing is wrong Sway for the song For your Rock Hudson Rachmaninoff Replace the stone Don't answer the phone Cause you never know you never know Nothing is wrong Swing for the song King David is sure that your husband's gone No fear of the fire God's a paddle denier We'll go higher, higher and higher now You swing for the song The summer is long It's hot as hell and my wife's not home Fear of the fire Get David the lyre We'll go higher, higher, higher My father wasn't a paddle denier It was kept on a shelf and it terrified us He used it when we needed reminders to leave our sisters alone and be quiet But I don't blame him much I don't blame him much for what he did I don't blame him much I don't blame him, I'm still his kid Fear of fire Higher and higher It's hot as hell and my wife's not home David the liar I can't deny her We're higher, higher, higher Higher, higher I'm not scared of hell God loves a song and I write them well so we get along I got Him on my side with my turn of phrase I was terrified until I heard that art saves So there's no real danger of an abuse If I hurt you girl I'll put it to good use And do what David did after the deed is done I'll put you in a song call it Psalm 51 We're higher higher higher
7.
Loser 04:41
I've learned to be a loser and to relax my grip on those I love who often slip to foreign places where I write to them and pray I never forget how their names sounded on my lips I've learned to be cooler and not to get upset But there are days when it just hits and all my sorrow is evidence of how much love I miss And none of it makes sense Nah nah nah I don't wanna learn to be Nah nah nah without Claudia and Emily I've learned to be a loser and to relax my grip I've learned to be cooler not to get upset You know all my sorrow is evidence None of it makes sense
8.
I need a moment just to comb my hair and you know it takes me a while in the mornings You just want a kiss where it counts but I'm unprepared And I want to be by myself to think it over You're doing up your dress as I say my prayers in my head so I don't make you feel guilty As if you'd feel guilty Oh no mama, leave that to me You take me to a party with nobody I know and I won't hang on your arm I'll have a drink or two Not all your jokes really land but you're holding my hand so I'll laugh We make a good team you and me and a G&T You're watching me flirt with the shortest skirt and I'll tell her all about how I'm into religion I'm into religion And she says, "oh that's so interesting" Would you keep it out of the papers? What would my mother think? In the morning If you wake first and see that the sky is pink I'll leave some dandruff on your pillow so you have a part of me But I won't tell anybody All the little pieces of your body fit and it makes a certain sense we only move forward Once upon a time we wouldn't cross that line or we would They'd test our blood and we would get married No photographs I'm not looking back I'm misplaced I missed the age when TV ended When TV ended I need a blank screen I can see myself in Would you keep it out of the papers? What would my mother think? In the morning If you wake first and see that the sky is pink I'll leave some dandruff on your pillow so you have a part of me But I won't tell anybody All the little pieces of your body fit And I was in over my head I admit But I wanted it more than I noticed You're as white as Peter Parker though I namaste when you're getting me beneath you with your hair in the way Just you and I the imaginary number I'm stressing about the movies you've never seen I'm panning both the Fannings no Hide and Seek You talk Tarantino like a virgin All the little pieces All the little lies We stitch them to our stories in narrative disguise But when they're gone are we alright? What about all the little pieces our bodies break when we're putting them together just to separate? God I hope that this means nothing So I apologize and mythologize keeping up with college guys as I am laying playing pokémon Once again I apologize and mythologize keeping up with college guys as I am laying playing pokémon
9.
I am cutting back I need a moment to relax It takes an hour and a half to reach the ocean so I'll nap And get to dreaming of a flower that unwraps and after that pulls my head back I am lost in the weeds And I drift like a slow bloom into the open arms of an impossible dreamer On land at last Run through the sand like an hourglass It takes a crooked path to reach the end of a treasure map When the chest opened all it held were more maps and I collapsed my pirate spyglass I am lost in the weeds And whatever I look through I see the open arms of an impossible dreamer I don't dare get wet I watch my image in the water swim laps And like a light refracts he is a bender and he makes threats Always hoping to get his hands round my neck and steal my breath and pull my head back I am lost in the weeds And if echoes don't ring true sing for the open arms of an impossible dreamer

about

Made with great love and pain between 2016 and 2021.

Avouzon is named for a hometown I don't have anymore, recorded in places I don't live anymore. It was made for, and during the Spring. It's a ballet about losing your balance. And it's the first record I didn't make alone. It's the largest painting I've ever attempted and it's not dry yet.

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released April 7, 2023

THE PLAYERS:

Jack Paisley - bass (track 1)
Kimmy Jenkins - drums (track 1, 3, 5, 7, 8)
Thanya Iyer - violin (track 1, 4, 7, 9) ; synth (track 5)
Ben Kronk - violin (track 2)
Aiden Russell - cello (track 2)
Marshall Kummer - drums (track 2)
Sarah Macrae-Korobkov - vocals (track 4)
Sam Sheehy - drums (track 6)
Arielle Soucy - vocals (track 6)
June Mota, Colin Spratt- gang vocals (track 6)
Nick Gay - vocals (track 9)
Easton Skara - electric guitar (track 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 9) ; vocals (track 4, 5, 8), synth (track 5) ; bass (track 6) ; percussion (track 6, 9) ; drum programming (track 5)
Ryan Lloyd - acoustic guitar (all tracks) ; vocals (all tracks) ; bass (all tracks except track 1) ; electric guitar (track 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9) ; synth (track 4, 5, 8) ; piano (track 1) ; organ (track 2, 7) ; keys (track 3, 7, 9) ; misc. other bits of good clean work elsewhere

Mixed and Mastered by Dylan King
Additional engineering on tracks 1, 3, 6, 7, 8 by Colin Spratt

Album artwork by Mo Vleeshouwers

Big thanks to Megan Miller and Thom Bell for lending us gear that was essential to the making of this album (sorry again about your hand drum Thom). Thank you to all the musicians who contributed, you elevated the songs and the record immeasurably. And thank you to Easton for taking on this project with me and for reminding me you can always travel further with a buddy.

All songs produced by Easton Skara and Ryan Lloyd
All songs written by Ryan Lloyd

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