Even When The Cat Comes

by Andy the Doorbum

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about

This record consists of my interpretations of the songs by 13 artists whom I both respect artistically and am fortunate enough to be able to call my friends. The title is a play on the old saying "birds of a feather flock together until the cat comes." I feel honored to exist within artistic communities that, rather than scatter to the wind when trouble is on the horizon, actually pulls together more strongly. We birds of a feather flock together "Even When the Cat Comes." When times are dark. When tragedy strikes. This album is meant to reinforce that bond and to point people toward the work of these amazing artists whom I consider family. I hope you will look further into their work. If you would like to donate to my work as a whole you can find me on PayPal under uglydobro[at]gmail[dot]com, venmo under [at]andythedoorbum, or cash app under $andythedoorbum. Thank you for supporting independent art. I hope you enjoy.

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released May 22, 2020

Arranged, performed, mixed, and recorded by Andy the Doorbum. Written by Various Artists. Mastered by John "Spud" Murphy at Guerrilla Sounds Studio in Dublin, Ireland. The release of this album on digital streaming platforms was made possible by a generous contribution from Erik Ireland.

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Track Name: Velmoc Žehu (written by Aran Epochal)
I will recognize you
I fear not
At the end of the world where all truth lies in dust
I have my throne in the ICU I rule my days from there

I will recognize you
I fear not
The dragon soars when the light are cut off
Thousands of eyes and wrinkles are sleeping

I will recognize you
I know that
Among the shoe covers, the X-rays, the gas
Drifting apart - a coat, a frame, a piece

I will recognize you
I fear not
I’ll recognize you even after the last feast is done
The stories grow old in the empty tone of days

I will recognize you
I swear it
Born 1975 - punk’s not dead
Thousands of eyes and wrinkles are sleeping

I will recognize you
I fear not
At the end of the world where all truth lies in dust
Track Name: A Pretty Color (written by Benji Hughes)
I know a dog ain’t got no legs
Rolls all around on the ground when he begs
Barks real loud when you trip over his head
Shuts up real quick when he gets fed
I wanna kill that dog but he’s loved too much
I guess he hits the same button that the sick ones touch
They put him in a wagon and they roll him down the street
Take pictures of him wagging his tail for meat
And as he gags his dinner down
I watch the people standing ‘round
And they all turn away
Don’t wanna look at that today
Don’t wanna see it in a week
“Poor freak choking on the meat”
Don’t wanna see it in a dream
Gristle showing on the teat
Time to head back to your sweets
With a decor most likely peach…
What a pretty color

I know a woman who stays down the street
Lives by herself ain’t got no teeth
Buys dog food but she ain’t got a dog
Heard she got a son lives in Illinois
And neither one of them’s got a goddamn dime
Been folks like that since the dawn of time
You gotta be a master if you wanna have a slave
You gotta make enough money to pay the maid
You gotta be cold you gotta turn away
From the tears they cry and the things they say
They don’t think like you they don’t think at all
They bought the mill and you’re a fly on the wall
But as the lights start going down
It’s safe for flies to buzz around
And take the spoils war
After all that’s what war’s for
Taking everything you can
From the ignorance of man
Separating from the fool
What comes easiest to you
What your hands were meant to hold
Throw your arms around the gold…
What a pretty color

I wonder what it’s like when you take a ride
And you know that you’re riding for the last time
I’m sure that you still got a twinkle in your eye
Even if your car won’t turn on a dime
Cause your heart’s still pumping when the light turns red
You can’t stop in time you speed up instead
All kind of nonsense running through your head
It ain’t much different when you’re dying in a bed
And when the lights start going down
If tonight you’re going down
Will there be anyone around
When you wear your deathbed gown
Will you go into the light
Knowing you did people right
Or will you stay around and fight
Holding on to your body tight
Spitting blood into the light
Making red out of the white…
What a pretty color
Track Name: Send Help (written by Big Business)
Steel yourself
And cover up
It’s colder than you think
Avoid the vipers
How can you tell?
They’re the ones with the real mean stares

You don’t have to get bigger
But you have to get out of this space

When your body’s tired
Take a rest
If you’re lost follow the sun
You’ll need focus
Strong back for work
It’s going to take some time
But not mine

You don’t have to get bigger
But you have to get out of this space

How can I build it all?
Use your hands and your will
What if I feel afraid?
Stay calm be still
And if it falls apart?
Well that’s luck
And some things can only get better

Steel yourself
And cover up
It’s colder than you think

You don’t have to get bigger
But you have to get out of this space

How can I build it all?
Use your hands and your will
What if I feel afraid?
Stay calm be still
And if it falls apart?
Well that’s luck
And some things can only get better
Track Name: Taxidermy (written by Bo White)
Skulls do not lie
At least not the way they used to
On our walls and in the hallways
All the life’s been drawn away

By taxidermy
And I ain’t knocking it
If I can remember
Giving all my love to you
And patting your head
Until the end you’ll see me through

No embracing in the morning
And I’m missing every part of it
Till I spy you propped up in the foyer
Then I feel a little bit

By taxidermy
And I ain’t knocking it
If I can remember
Giving all my love to you
And patting your head
Until the end you’ll see me through

Skulls do not lie
At least not the way they used to
On our walls and in the hallways
All the life’s been drawn away

By taxidermy
And I ain’t knocking it
If I can remember
Giving all my love to you
And patting your head
Until the end you’ll see me through
Track Name: The Gospel (written by Ceschi/Factor Chandelier)
Make it feel better
Make it heal
Make it end please
You could make it feel so good
Make it cotton candy
Oxycontin candy

I want you to know right now
I want you to know right now
I want you, I want you
I want you more right now
I want you, I want you
Maybe more than ever

Taste heaven inside of you
By the time I’m empty and quiet
I realize what love can do
It can make even tame dogs violent
Stare you in the face and laugh
Take away your pain then bring it back
Kiss you on the lips so fast
Revert you to a kid then stab your back
Told me you were searching for a god
Sounded like you were giving up
We can watch our bodies fall apart
They can call it modern art
No more need for questions
All the answers packaged
In a pretty pink form
A pretty red form
In some form…

I want you to know right now
I want you to know right now
I want you, I want you
I want you more right now
I want you, I want you
Maybe more than ever

Papi hid you in the top drawer
With the cottons and the stick pins
Half dead man in the living room
We were all born victims
That don’t mean shit
Nothing’s prettier to any human being
Than this meaningless existence
Full of wish after wish after wish after wish after…
Guts all scattered on the floor
Picasso
Injured bird in your palm
We will all be fossils
But for now let’s feel less awful
Tread lightly and walk slow
That’s the gospel
That’s the gospel
That’s the god that…

I want you to know right now
I want you to know right now
I want you, I want you
I want you more right now
I want you, I want you
I want you more right now
Track Name: In The Early Morning (written by David Childers)
Fat boy riding on a little moped
Leaving Waldriff’s Tavern
Big semi rolling 'cross the interstate
Pretty soon they’re gonna come together
Down by the bridge at the bottom of the hill
Where the creek runs high and the chemical spill
Covers the air with a sulfurous hue
In the early morning

Wild dogs running ‘cross the soy bean field
Rutting, fighting, killing
While the sickle moon slices ruby red clouds
And it lights the blood they’re spilling
You can hear them howl as the sirens cry
State police go blasting by
On the road that runs right by our house
In the early morning

Wake up my love
Let me take you in my trembling arms
The night is filled with terrible things
That mean to do us harm
In the early morning

Found a skeleton sitting in an office space
Of a building I was selling
Fully clothed telephone in hand
I wonder who that guy was calling
If your telephone rings and there’s no one there
It might be him but don’t be scared
He’s just trying to reach someone out there
In the early morning

Wake up my love
Let me take you in my trembling arms
The night is filled with terrible things
That mean to do us harm
In the early morning
Track Name: You Held Up Your Arms (written by James P Honey)
You held up your arms
Arms
Held up your arms like branches on a tree
The trees roots they were your feet
Deep in the ground
And yes it was me
Me
Yes it was me who came into this world broken
But no more broken than the rest of you
Look around

And how’d you like the sound of the swarm
Howling on the wind just off your shore
And I will be the one calling your parade
A nameless piece of filth

So many towns
Towns
So many towns down beside the water
Towns with marvelous market places
Faithless faceless cold mayors
So I pose a toast
Toast
I pose a toast to those guilty ancestors
Big-bellied butchers
And lily-livered old fools

One hardly likes the way they’re turning all there buildings into morgues
Or could it be the way the abattoir is slowly draining men
And when a candle shivers on the edge of where the breeze has been
It’s really just a sinner making plans
Towards a win

See I liked you more
More
I liked you more when you were poor and silly
And I feel sure you liked yourself
More too back then
When you held up your arms
Arms
Held up your arms like branches on a tree
And the roots they were your feet
Deep in the ground
Track Name: Боритесь, чтобы жить свободно :: FIGHT HARD LIVE FREE (written by Jucifer)
March with us into the cold
You’ll never grow old
Once we possess you
Seek the path that you have made
So each soul that you have slain
Will come to redress you
March with us into the cold
You’ll never grow old
We’ll never let you
Sink into the abyss
The more that you resist
The deeper we will press you

Arise
Your shadows will ride
In marrow and hide
We come to confess you
Tear the seals from your eyes
These ones you despise
Will come to collect you
Arise
Your shadows will ride
In marrow and hide
We come to possess you
Tear the seals from your eyes
For hate never dies
We’ll never let you prevail

FIGHT HARD
LVE FREE
Track Name: The Granite Gaze (written by Lankum)
Are we the ones
Left behind
By those who weave
Cords that bind
They draw the marrow
From our very bones
And we in turn
Turn on our own
Stood in line
in horsehair shirts
We queued up
To eat the dirt
We traded lumps
On narrow streets
Can’t bite the hand
When you’ve no teeth

And it’s a standing ovation
For the shadow of a stone
As we dig into the soil beneath our homes
The future’s further day by day
As our fathers turn away
And leave us clinging to a mother who eats her own

The granite gaze
Upon us now
A skulking mass
Recalling how
To plant a secret
And tell no lies
For now we own
Those same stone eyes

And it’s the last gasp of wonder
For a cretin on the throne
As our daughters sneak away across the foam
The future’s just a thing we say
To keep the sordid past at bay
And still we cling onto a mother who eats her own

We are the ones
Left behind
In swaddling bound
With bailing twine
They stole the marrow
From our very bones
And we in turn
Turned on our own
Track Name: Wolf Ceremony/The Howling (written by Robert Childers' Luciferian Agenda)
Did a wolf ceremony
Conjured it up out on Brickyard Road
‘Round about 12:30
On a Tuesday night
They took the blood from a misunderstood
Grindcore Autobell employee
They carved pentagrams into their forearms
They listened to Obituary

Wolf ceremony

It’s out there
In the Carolina woods
So close to suburban tract homes
Eating cats, possums, and vagrants
It’s glad to be alone

Wolf ceremony

There’s a howling
You went looking for lovers
You need a nemesis
What’s more dangerous than grown up relationships
Like an amputee feels a missing limb
I can feel your body beside me
What of all the girls to whom I’ve never spoken
She keeps a secret
She’s got a hate for them
Where knives are sharp
And there’s an ancient scraping sound
Open wounds left untended
Our true love will begin
And she’s so ferocious
I long to see her tearing them limb from limb

She’ll tear them limb from limb

The way your Mama was speaking in the church yard
Way too many words
I’ll never understand
Why are there claw marks on your kitchen floor
There’s an evil that’s been working ‘round here
And this is madness and I’m sure of it
This bet is gonna send me straight to hell

Wolf ceremony…
Track Name: Amen Death Waltz (written by Shriek Operator)
All the rest of my days
I will waltz
All the smoldering, smoldering waste
Of this horrible, horrible love
With two hearts in my chest
I will pray for the never return
Of the hell that I escaped
When you left me here to burn

Oh I thank you
For destroying me
Oh I thank you
Thank you
For destroying everything

And I will sing to the cruel
Surfeit of the world
Oh destroy my heart
Now destroy it again
With your horrible, horrible joy
And I will plead the doomed sky
And all the doomed race of men
Oh pour and pour all of your horror
And all your poison in
And then I will lay down all
Of my perfect flesh
On the table of that cannibal called love
Who eats himself
And will not be fed

Oh I thank myself
For destroying you
Oh I thank myself
For destroying something true

And I will…
Sing Amen
And I will sing it again
And again and again
Amen
Track Name: Being A Person (written by Squalloscope)
I’m sweaty and I’m hopeful on a summer night
I read the news I shouldn’t think that everything will be fine
But the stripes on your shirt reminds me of something long ago
Maybe the pattern on the carpet of an airport floor or I don’t know
I don’t know

In the future our shoes will no longer give us blisters
And everyone will know the correct anatomy of the clitoris
And whether or not we should get a new phony gadget
Whether or not we will be forgiven for our sins

And you know
Being a person
It really fucks you up
But something here feels right
I think we might both be alive
We might both be alive
And I refuse to believe that big plans will work out
So I knock on every single wooden surface in town
It’s the anxiety percussion symphony
It’s a highly abstract piece of music
And I’ve somehow gotta get to the bottom of this
Find the prize in the cereal box
It’s hit or bliss
I’ll fix this world
I’ll make it right for us
I’ll make nice people out of all these assholes

And you get a special kind of scar when you grow up in a zoo
Where there’s a different kind of elephant in every single room
We fed the holy spirit with breadcrumbs
And we watched it shit on all our things
Sometimes I imagine the Westboro Baptist Church
Picketing our funerals
And I hope no one else will

And I’m standing the corner of Church and State Avenue
I’m balancing five cents on the tip of my shoe
And in the yard there’s a sign with a clumsily painted dove
Saying something heartfelt and generic about love
Like…

You know
Being a person
It really fucks you up
But something here feels right
I think we might both be alive
We might both be alive
Track Name: Better Way To Kill (written by The Emotron)
Would you call me needy
If I asked you not to be so needy
I can tell you sweetly
That you really don’t need me
I’ve been hanging out
All by myself
I need some solitude
To get my demons out
This town is a trap
It makes me feel like shit
I try to open up my eyes
But I can’t wake up from this nap
Maybe I should just let it go
Destroy my ego
I go out and walk the tracks
To get some feeling back

I’ve been depressed
Feeling complete worthlessness
I need a new mental plan
To be born again
I’ll find a better way…

To kill the pain

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