A Catapult Western

A Catapult Western

BandFolkSinger/Songwriter

ACW’s music has been called “seasonal-affective basement county…a slow burn codeine haze..a journey from mournful to explosive and back again” A spirit of experimentation and a nothing is sacred attitude reigns. The result is engaging storytelling set to an unconventional score.

Biography

BIOGRAPHY
A Catapult Western, based in Madison, Wisconsin, creates music rooted in post-punk, country, and indie rock. Guitars layer with organs, synths, strings, piano, and bass resulting in a distinctive sound. After nine months in the studio, the group’s self-titled debut album was released in October, 2007.

From Dane101 Review - January 10, 2008 “A Catapult Western, the album not the band, is filled with moments of quiet contemplation and deep regret that shake the core and move the listener to feel as if s/he is the one who wrote songs and had gone through the range of emotions it took to get the words to page. The band pulls you into their world through melodic instrumentation…. .With its poignant lyrics and lonely sound, A Catapult Western fits into the season well. Lock your doors, turn off the lights, and turn up the stereo because you’re in for an evening”

From The Onion August 9th 2007 Edition: "Considering the novel draw of spaghetti-western scores, alt-country, and free form indie rock, musicians were bound to start combining all three. Not all will prove as graceful as recently formed Madison band A Catapult Western…ACW diffuses its vocal layers, viola, guitar, piano, and assorted other keyboard sounds through a slowcore haze. Even when it pushes into more straight-up, rocking country sounds, skewed guitars, and synths fend off genre clichés”

Lyrics

Moving Day

Written By: Jason Nyberg Words James Bourne Music

Intro
Ten years
Weary eyes
A passing glance
A southern sky
Wishing I could get away
I told a friend it was moving day

Verse
When I – left you smiling in a parking lot
Morning light was thin and hot
Never thinking I would change my mind
So I - headed out on a three day ride

Chorus
Ten years
Breathless
All the while
Restless
Not standing in the way
Ten years since moving day

So I travel west to a new town
Were I never meant to settle down
I just figured it’s passing thing
But you never now what time will bring

Faded walls on a busy street
with all the world at our feet
Now that ten years have passed us by
Do you sit and wonder why?

Ten years
Breathless
Closed our eyes
Restless
There isn’t really much to say
Feels a lot like moving day

Ten years
Breathless
All the while
Restless
Not stand ‘n in the way
Ten years since moving day

Ten years
Breathless
Tell me lies
I’m restless
No - Everything is not okay
I guess - everyday is moving day

Brian Died

Written By: Jason Nyberg

I will be the host
(back up to the wall)l
I hope you come a calling
(when you find the time)

It feels like its a substitute
(when I look around)
But I’ll still play the game
(because I know its love)

It gets a little dark in here
(when the lights are down)
But I never turn them on
(I find doesn’t change a thing)

And even in the dimmest light
(I can still see my way)
So please just tell me everything
(If you ever find the time)

I have to make myself believe
(in the scheme of things)
It just another moment
(you know time goes bye)

I feel so consumed by it
(I know you’re not around)
Maybe you’ll come back to me
(Because you know its love)

Where to Begin

Written By: Jason Nyberg

There’s so much dust in the air
In my eyes – on my hands - in my hair

You seem like you’ve settled in
I’m not sure how to begin

But it’s sure nice to see you again
And find out where you’ve been

Brushed off the dust at the end of the day
And though you still seemed so far away

I think it finally settled in
I don’t need to know where to begin

I watched your eyes at the end of the night
Just before you turned out the light

I could hear you breath
I could feel you next to me

Brian Died

Written By: Jason Nyberg

I didn’t know you when you died
But I sat and watched your mother cry

I don’t really know her either
Her hair was short and blond
Just like I remember

You would’ve married in a few weeks
If not for that tree and a few to many drinks

So you where lower to the ground
to me your voice
was just another unfamiliar sound

That’s just a shame
What a shame
I only knew your name
What a shame

I have a picture of Cecelia
I wrapped it up so I could mail it to Atlanta

I thought John might like to have it
I don’t know why care now since
I never gave a shit

One day I’ll grab the telephone
I’ll dial his number
And maybe he’ll be home

Then his voice will be familiar
We’ll end up friends
And will not die strangers

That would be a shame
yes a shame
If I only knew his name
What a shame

Back Up to the Wall

Written By: Jason Nyberg

I will be the host
back up to the wall
I hope you come a calling
when you find the time

It feels like its a substitute
when I look around
But I’ll still play the game
because I know its love

It gets a little dark in here
when the lights are down
But I never turn them on
I find doesn’t change a thing

Even in the dimmest light
I think I can find my way
So please just tell me everything
If you ever find the time

I have to make myself believe
in the scheme of things
It just another moment
you know time goes bye?

I feel so consumed by it
I know you’re not around
Maybe you’ll come back to me
Because you know its love

Discography

A Catapult Western's self titled debut was released in October of 2007

Set List

The band is comfortable “unplugged” or fully wired. With each member of the ACW at home on multiple instruments, live shows lend themselves to revolving instrument arrangements, a spirit of experimentation, and a “nothing is sacred” attitude. No matter what the venue the result is engaging storytelling set to an unconventional score.

Our sets are made up of our original songs both from our album and new songs written since the release. We also play the occasional cover from bands like Low, Iron and Wine, Richard Buckner, etc.