We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

Comme D'la Viande

by Street Meat

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    Purchasable with gift card

      $9 CAD  or more

     

1.
The vandal's runaway with the preacher's son she's not happy with him she just likes to run The picture is perfect should I rework it or leave the stains coudn't live another day woke up in an ashtray burn the remains and the flame is still burning but it looks like it's yearning to die and there is an answer I can't find to that question on my mind Why The convict has escaped to write the lawbooks her way she don't give a damn about justice But she has a few things to say The picture is perfect should I rework it or leave the stains coudn't live another day woke up in an ashtray burn the remains and the flame is still burning but it looks like it's yearning to die and there is an answer I can't find to that question on my mind Why and the flame is still burning but it looks like it's yearning to die and there is an answer I can't find to that question on my mind Why The rebel has gone off with dangerous stories to tell she's not much of an author but she has history to sell The picture is perfect should I rework it or leave the stains coudn't live another day woke up in an ashtray burn the remains and the flame is still burning but it looks like it's yearning to die and there is an answer I can't find to that question on my mind Why
2.
Ain’t much to do in the winter snow The time has come; I’ve got to go Either I stay down on my knees Or head out on the great white seas You’re voice is hollow You’re eyes are so cold But when you say follow Well I’ll do as I’m told All work no play But it ain’t all that bad I’m going away No need for a note I’m going to heaven in a little rowboat My boat is sinking in the waves Only a fool can be saved And if I don’t swim to shore Well this sea will be my grave You shook my hand And looked me in the eyes Swore to the moon that the water wound’t rise All work no play But it ain’t all that bad I’m going away No need for a note I’m going to heaven in a little rowboat I come from a land of starving thieves And lies that all believe And in this land of plenty Well, everyone is empty And I’m leaving a land That lives on in me And this is the land Of hypocrisy All work no play But it ain’t all that bad I’m going away No need for a note I’m going to heaven in a little rowboat
3.
Different people want different things I want to see what wanting nothing brings Different people have different views some walk free some pay their dues A lot of people cling to conclusions They can't reject their shattered illusions Some live like fools and follow bent rules Others are out in the shed not the sharpest of tools Some people see in black and white Some people think of wrong and right but the wise ones see in shades of grey wrong and right ain't like night and day A lot of people cling to conclusions They can't reject their shattered illusions Some live like fools and follow bent rules Others are out in the shed not the sharpest of tools Lust is the master and I am its slave Not matter how hard I try I can't make desire behave Lust is the mast and I just follow But I'm never satisfied I just feel hollow Lust is in charge it's sad but it's true and I know there ain't nothing I can do I do its bidding I follow its lead it's a starving beast that I must feed Lust is the master its wish my command I play the cards but it deals the hand I do its bidding I follow its lead It's a starving beast that I must feed
4.
Burn the Oil 05:11
You're born into a cycle you can't escape its iron grip Your on a vessel that's set sail sorry son you can't jump ship Born into a world hurtling towards self-destruction you are taught many lies disquised as instruction living in a land that exists just to sell progress' destination is the fires of hell Burn the oil cut down the trees Poison the soil Mother nature's on her knees Burn the oil cut down the trees Poison the soil Mother nature's on her knees You can't run, you can't hide you're in the passenger seat just along for the ride boiling water soon to be steam There ain't no bigger picture in you're own little dream We are tyrants, we are slaves from our craddles to our graves lost and never found from the womb straight to the ground Redemption is to much to ask So I must demand No the evil has not been done By the fingers of my hand we have no choice but to join the fun we yield to the power of the barrel of gun Lord, I have sinned the deed is done you're richness wasted the blood has run Burn the oil cut down the trees Poison the soil Mother nature's on her knees
5.
Imagine a place so bland that it’s obscene This is not a place to which I’ve ever been Little rooms with four white walls And the echo’s of screams, ringing down the halls Imagine a place full of blank eyes stares Nobody’s happy but no one there cares Kids in cloaks sit quietly to eat Treat them like dogs insanity can be beat And you have got to believe me I’m not really insane I just have too many thoughts That I can’t explain No I am not dumb, I am not blind I know, I know I have a powerful mind Through my barred windows I can see my home I want to be there Sitting all alone Well I have torn up everything that I could tear I’ve pleaded with prophets but none of them are there And I don’t fear your judgment I don’t need your love Just leave me alone, that’s more than enough More than enough Imagine a place from which you can’t escape Men in white coats are paid to decide your fate Blue pill red pill, green pill black Once your there you ain’t coming back you ain’t coming back you ain’t coming back
6.
7.
If a building burns down blame a smoker A forest fire is in town blame a smoker Now I'm teaching you're learning If something is burning Blame a smoker If you're coughing up crap blame a smoker if you can't run a lap blame a smoker Now the lesson starts here have I made myself clear Blame a smoker If parliament burns down blame a cigar it's a smoker's fault if there's a fire in this bar If London is burning there's a smoker not far If you're lungs hurt blame second hand smoke and tar this ain't not joke If you're dying you can always blame smoke Blame a smoker If shits stuck in you're throat Blame a smoker if there is a fire on you're boat blame a smoker Now have I made my point be it cigarette or joint the rules of the game say a smoker is to blame so find the one who breathes smoke watch them die, hear them choke and you will know that what I'm saying ain't no joke If you're dying you can always blame smoke Blame a smoker
8.
9.
10.
Ghost Cull 06:42
My tools are in the bow of my boat hooks and worms, rods and lines The fish are out in the great white sea rowing out, to make them mine I've got a wife and two children to fee Got no dough, to pay for bread So I'm heading out on the great white sea To make sure my familys fed My father was a fisherman and his father was before we are men of superstition and lore the sea is a cruel master luck must be, on you're side you must beg the moon for its consent in keeping down the tide Waves crashing, winds roaring, skies wailing, rains pouring it took all of my strenght just to pull in the net and what I saw then I'll never forget A lobster as white as the sun is bright a glimmer of beauty in the darkest night superstition kicked in, and stories from the past killing it is a curse but its value is vast I used to tie a knot around a jagged hook and use a live worm as bait I was starving and so were the fish So I'd just sit and wait yes I sold the lobster freed myself from poverty now the hook is around my lip I'm being reeled in by the great white sea It's calling me down to answer fro my crimes driving me mad by biding its time it cannot lose, for it is much to vast it wants to make my suffering last the pull of the ocean, is driving me wild wants me to stand trial for its murdered child and I did go and now I see I'm in a little rowboat but it looks like hell for me

credits

released December 14, 2012

Paul Dawson-Mandolin, Guitar, Footdrums, Piano, Violin, Vocals

Jean-Phillippe Demers Lelotte-Upright Bass, Vocals

Lucas Choi Zimbel-Vocals, Guitar, Accordion

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Street Meat Montréal, Québec

Street Meat was cooked up when three Montreal street musicians casually decided to band together and teach each other their repertoire while busking. Much to their surprise (who would hire a street musician?), gigs of all kinds started rolling in. Seeing this, Paul, Jean-Phillippe and Lucas decided to become more than bums with instruments and thus the Street Meat was served, spiced to perfection ... more

contact / help

Contact Street Meat

Streaming and
Download help

Report this album or account

If you like Street Meat, you may also like: