Fourteen Weeks

by Mateo Katsu

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    I used to live at a place in East Hollywood called the Church of F.U.N. Back when you could live there. For no particular reason I decided to start a project in which I would write and record a new song every week and share it online until I felt like stopping. All the recordings were done in the main room there and it wasn't uncommon for there to be members of the house and friends hanging out or passing through while that was happening. After 14 songs I realized I had an album, and that is what this CD is.

    I think Gibbons plays some banjo on a track, and Dusty plays tambourine or harmonica on a track. That might be on the other album from this project, Nine Weeks.

    I wrote and played and engineered everything otherwise, as far as I can remember.

    Front art by Luise Chen
    Inside art by Louise and Champoy
    Layout by Mateo

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You scream and you shout and you fight and you cuss You always look out but you never look at us You smile and you cheer and pretend you can hear One day I'll be your ears, one day I'll be your ears The tree in the ground it grows up in the sky It live a long time and eventually dies The seeds in the dirt get turned into a church With sermons that nobody hears, one day I'll be your ears The future will come and eventually pass You'll go where you'll go and you'll last if you last You'll be broken up into all kinds of stuff Adding up all of the years, one day I'll be your ears
2.
There's times when woodchucks don't give a fuck about anything There's times when fuzzy animals can't bring a summer time to you Those rabbits jumping around in the fields They don't know how to feel they don't know how to feel Those mountains majesty, they don't do much of anything In fact they're cracking right down the seams, and falling in the sea Those rabbits jumping around in the fields They don't know how to feel they don't know how to feel Those men in uniform, they run down bombs and stuff I cannot possibly understand There's only so much time left to be living in this land, in this land Those rabbits jumping around in the fields They don't know how to feel they don't know how to feel
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The Zombies 02:09
We've been digging up bodies in the back of the church for a really long time We know that we've gotta stop but we just can't stop as much as we try And the zombies love me, but I keep feeding them You've been looking out the window watching us pile dead bodies on the ground You've been hiding in your room for a long long time not making a sound And the zombies love me, but I keep feeding them There's only one way out of this place and I don't think I have the guts Looking up out of this hole I've dug I can't believe I dug so much And the zombies love me, but I keep feeding them
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The Glow 03:57
Here in this house, we drink and we smoke Tell dirty jokes, all night long Then we lay down, on couches and floors And when we wake up, we do our chores Here in this house, you gotta try hard to dream Find somewhere clean, to lay down your head We're always up, the lights always on The curse of the glow, is a blessing for some Sometimes I wish I was by myself (x4) Here in this house, we're falling in love Building a thing, to be proud of Figuring out, how far we can go Burning things down, warmed by the glow
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She's never coming back, I'm gonna face the fact She's never coming back to me I'm gonna be alone, nobody on the phone Maybe now I'll have more time to read But I'd rather be distracted Peace of mind is over-rated Maybe I'll invite her over again So that she can tell me we're real good friends She's never coming back, I'm gonna face the fact Maybe now I'll have more time to read
7.
My mouth moves faster than my conscience My brain moves slower than my ears I gotta learn to tell the difference Between a couple and a bunch of beers I didn't care about the future Until it turned into today I never dreamed that I'd get tired And so I gave my bed away In front of one foot I put the other one I move slowly but I've gone far My eyes got blinded by the setting sun Now I can barely see the stars I didn't know where I was going Until I found out where I was So I set myself on fire Keep me warm till morning comes
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I could fall in love with someone like you I could do the silly things that someone in love would do I could climb a mountain high or cross the ocean blue I could write a love song if I wrote it for you There's a lot of people who say love's dead In a crazy world like this there's just no room for it Back before you looked into my eyes I must admit I thought all those love songs were a bit full of shit But now I think I understand the reason I see these people holding hands And when I think about you leaving That's a thought that I can't stand But if you could fall in love with someone like me Nothing in this universe could wriggle in between We could take the world on or just lay in bed and dream We could do anything With someone like you and me
9.
I hate the weekend I hate your boyfriend All I want to do is go to work All I want to do is kill that jerk I hate my country I hate my family All I want to do is go to bed All I want to do is lose my head I hate my body I hate being hungry All I want to do is something right All I want to do is sleep at night
10.
I got a diplomatic boner, for all the people in the world tonight I'm a punk rock hootchie coochie, I don't think that I will ever die I'm fighting for the free world, free world I'm fighting for the free world, free world Love springs eternal, a man and a robot, making little robo-babies Funny thing about the future, well every body says its never gonna come I kinda think it doesnt matter, my baby she already got some And now she's fighting for the free world, free world And now she's fighting for the free world, free world And the we started fighting, the ones who make us slaves And then it started raining, on bodies in the graves And zombies started walking, and getting in our way The battle for the free world, continues till today
11.
Wake up early every day and eat a bowl of sand Take a walk around the block with your shoes on your hands Police sirens singing songs by Robert Zimmerman Lately I've been thinking about how Maybe I should get away All my normal things are strange I've been staring up into the sun I don't see so good now Take a spoon and scoop my eyeballs out onto my plate Get an up close view of my tongue seeing how they taste Share my recipe with the entire human race Make a million dollars on it Maybe I should get away All my normal things are strange I've been staring up into the sun I don't see so good now (x3) Holy books by modern crooks are planted in my head Yogi virgin daughters thank based god for what we did Little pickled blues and browns inside my cabinet Looking for somebody hungry Maybe I should get away All my normal things are strange I've been staring up into the sun I don't see so good now
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This is a song for the week, this is a thing that I wrote It's not particularly good, but it'll do I suppose I'm running out of ideas, found I've got nothing to say Or rather the things that I do, I'd like to keep hidden away I've written songs about love, songs about things that I hate This is a song about songs, I'm trying to get on with my day I used to think I was good, now I just think I'm ok It doesn't matter who's wrong, only my friends hear me play This is just something I do, this is a habit of mine I can do other things too, its hard to budget my time I wanna build a big house, a place we can all get along I gotta get get out of this van, I gotta finish this song
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Security 03:43
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Fourteen weeks spent writing and recording a song every week. All parts played by Mateo. Engineered by Mateo with a Tascam tape machine at the Church of F.U.N. in Los Angeles.

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released November 4, 2016

All of these songs were recorded on a four track cassette machine at the Church of F.U.N. in Los Angeles. Thanks to everyone there for tolerating my weekly recording sessions in the main space. Thanks to Ouizi for challenging me and inspiring me and making awesome art for the digital single releases and for this album. Thanks to Teardrop and Gibbons and Eric and Cohry for making music with me and stuff. And thanks to you for whatever it is you are doing. All tracks written, performed, and engineered by Mateo.

Art by Louise Chen

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Mateo Katsu writes, records, teaches, and performs.

He was born in Los Angeles, and he lives there still.

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