Brokeass Compilation #1

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This compilation is a collection of 28 songs contributed by 14 Montréal bands, from bluegrass to hardcore. All the bands are unsigned and independent. Our goal was to provide a way for bands to access and distribute physical copies of their music without being limited by the costs of recording and CD production. Through bulk production, costs were low for everyone, and no one was obliged to pay to be on the compilation. We recorded any bands who needed it.

Special Thanks go out to Millie for recording the broke ass bands and mixing down the comp, Jawn for the killer artwork, Ryan for letting us use his mics, all the bands who submitted their music and took on copies, everyone who put up with our nonstop listening to, talking about, and stressing out over the compilation, and to you for buying it!
Thx y’all.
Derek & Mike

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released November 28, 2013

L'État C'est Moi - lecm.bandcamp.com
Jesus Horse - facebook.com/Jesushorse
Shit Tax - shittax.bandcamp.com/shittax@gmail.com
Out of Order - facebook.com/outoforder2013
Bottle Kids - bottlekidsmtl.bandcamp.com
The Whiskey Shits - whiskeyshits.bandcamp.com
Bearmace - bearmace1.bandcamp.com
Melted Faces - meltedfaces.bandcamp.com
Riot Porn - riotporn.bandcamp.com
Boris Fiddle - reverbnation.com/borisfiddle
Bucky Harris - buckyharris.bandcamp.com
Avid Acid - facebook.com/avidacid
Manic Pixie Dream Girl - booking.manicpixiedreamgirls@gmail.com
Les Skalpes - facebook.com/lesskalpes

Brokeass is an organization that aims to produce affordable punk rock in Montréal. We coordinate our network of friends, bands, recording engineers, promoters and venues to produce compilations, provide affordable recordings and put on shows.

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Track Name: L'État C'est Moi - Suicidal Society
I think a pack of rats would be a better candidate
For your colonies of shit in between the frozen lakes
Than me, I'm not suited to this climate
Of fear and confinement
I think I gotta go and find a place for us to hide
Even though I tried
I really think we're gonna die
This place rips itself apart
Amputated at the heart

You got a social problem
And I'm a fuckin symptom
I live within you wanting
Just to worsen your condition
I know you're wrong and you're in denial
Cuz I'm always wrong and I'm in denial
I know you're sick, society
because I hate sobriety

Suicidal society
Dysfunctional hierarchy
Your disease is a part of me
Suicidal society

I think you been sick a whole lot longer'n you been letting on
I think you said nothing, you said nothing, didn't let us in
I think you were born with a bad bad past
I think you got problems that go way way back
I think you were sick since you were first developing
But I think, that you should have a chance

Everyone should have a chance
Even you society
Dysfunctional hierarchy
Suicidal society
Your disease is a part of me
Track Name: Jesus Horse - With the Amount of Flies Around Here, Somethings Gotta be Dead
Raise the stakes or your lover wont come home
Sold our soul to a bloody manifesto
Jokes on you, I was lost long ago

Cause a dead man
Has never testified
Lay down and know your rights
When I start in vegas I finish the night

Let me out, Let me in
Let the bodies stack alittle higher
Gag, bag, and drag the runt of the litter
Sadly it's all I desire
It's a sickness that burns a fire

Cause a dead man
Has never testified
Lay down and know your rights
When I start in vegas I finish the night
Track Name: Shit Tax - I’m not Your Slave
Oh fuck you, fuck you, blow it out your ass.
Say another word and it will be your last
I’m sick of all your shit and sick of all your lies
I’m not your property and now’s your time to die.

Your greedy corporations is what I fucking hate
Your control of the media makes me irate
Try to tell me what to think and what it is all for
For you money and your oil, you’ll start a bloody war.

You don’t even give a shit who you have to kill
Stealing all that money must be a fucking thrill
You hid behind religion when you really live in sin
There’s more of us than of you you’ll never fucking win

No matter what you say you can’t get in my head
I wont take your bullshit that’s what I fucking said
Take it to the bank or take it to the grave
You are not my master and I'll never be your slave.
Track Name: Out of Order - The Forgotten
Three tours, in a useless war
what the fuck are you fighting for
a culture clash, dogmatic trash
entire cities turned to ash
came home in pain, half insane
another warrior seeks charity
once you go, you cant come back
crumpled rags in a shanty shack

Chorus- The forgotten, soldier
The forgotten, can’t escape the war

i.e.d’s, razor wire
comrades lost in friendly fire
blood and sand, wind and dust
childrens screams still keep him up
p.t.s.d, trauma scene
can’t wipe away those memories
zero hour, lock and load
veterans bare a heavy load

Chorus- The forgotten, soldier
The forgotten, cant escape the war

Things have changed, since he got back
The old world stops like a heart attack
Over there, things made sense
Loyalty. glued to his regiment
Now he’s left, an amputee
The home he knew, now a street
No paradise, no golden shores
He don’t believe it anymore

Chorus x2
Track Name: Bottle Kids - Eff Cee Gee Me
I’ve been travelling on for so long,
This solace I find is wrong but it’s home.
I know there was something pressed thigh to thigh,
But I know it wasn’t love through the lies.
These rustic old bottles are wearin’ me in,
It’s eating me inside and now I see, I was wrong.
This poison I bleed, I bleed and I scream,
What the fuck is wrong with me?

I’ve never been in the business of writing happy tunes.
There’s something in my sorrow that hangs with my noose.
Maybe it’s the chemicals, mine just ain't right.
Or maybe it’s the dream wine I suck down every night.
If these walls could talk, I’d tell you what they’d say,
I’ve never been short of people to push away.

This poison I bleed’s killing me.
Track Name: The Whiskey Shits - Cops Bastards
Fuckin' pigs wanna lock me away,
I’m on the streets and I live day to day,
never had any freedom anyways,
but to you that’s okay ‘cause I’ve never had a say.
You say you’re job is to protect the innocent
but all you protect is the wallets of the rich,
you’re not a human you’re a part of the machine,
getting in the way of the justice on the streets.

Cops bastards fucking pigs,
you don’t give us no justice,
shake hands with the rich,
you’re the ones that make me fuckin’ sick
Track Name: Bearmace - Chupacabra
In the red corner, pushing 155
is el Chupacabra known for the top rope dive.
He'll rip your face off if you get in his way,
he’s looking for a sack and he’s willing to pay

Chupacabra el Chupacabra

He’s blown all his cash, snorted his rent.
Woke up at 9am, wishing to repent.
And his opponent, will pose no match,
so long as he’s got a bottle of bourbon,
poured down the hatch

Chupacabra el Chupacabra

White lines are what guide his way,
no matter who’s wallet has to pay.
Chupacabra, yes he owes a lot,
but the Chupacabra can’t get caught.

Chupacabra el Chupacabra
Track Name: Melted Faces - Can't Buy a Bucket
Got no friends in this town
Can't keep this frown upside down
I'm such an isolated mess
So separated from the rest

Its a good reason to get high
When there’s not point to even try
x 2
Track Name: Riot Porn - Le Goût d’une Matraque
Sa sert a rien de rester assis a terre
quand les austi'd flics ont toujours le feu vert,
y font ce qu'ils veulent et y ont plain d'practique
alors vos fucking geules avec on reste pacifique!
C'est vraiment dommage ils avancent 'clac clac clac'
et la les pacifists comprennent le goût d'une matraque –
des fois sa prend plus que des mots
pour apprendre pourquoi hair le drapeau

Il faut que le jour arrive ou il aurons peur de nous,
nous allons prendre la rue avec un seul coup.
unis, munis, près pour quoi que se sois,
on se revoit aux barricades, continuons le combat! [x2]

La bourgeoisie connais qu'une language, c'est grève, blockage pi sabotage
Track Name: Boris Fiddle - Big Man
Refinery city, it doesn't look pretty
A typical view from any back yard includes a tailings pond
but not for all, only those who crawl
Still the big man stands tall

So, I guess it's up to the motivated few
to take the fucking power back

Tell him what he wants
He's your boss
Decides your future
Gets what he wants at another's loss

Our loss
Loss
Lost
I am lost

Rape, lies, fake smiles
Greed soaks the mind
Through his cold eyes
We look like mice
Tell him what he wants
He's your boss
Decides your future
By printing and selling the notion of freedom

Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
What is freedom anyway?

I see a future
Not one where I'm alive
I seem to have died
When the water began to rise

The big man jumps in
The big man jumped in
The big man is floating
and I'm sinking in
Track Name: Bucky Harris - Borderlines
I got my Borderline/ Pretty cars and Pickup lines/
Lying facedown in the grime/ Kiss my pretty frown/
I come like Dynamite/ See that twinkle in my eye/
Make my way down tonight/ Won’t you kiss my pretty frown/

Finding joy in the most unlikely holes
Blood in my face, oh I’m looking to spread some love.
Feels so good when they crumble under my weight.
Step into the bar, you can call me a deadshot.
The man at the bar I broke his nose, the boys at the jukebox I
couldn’t let them go.
I wanna see ‘em bleed cause I cant get what I really long for.
I see the truth in their eyes, they tease, tease.

I got my Borderline/ Pretty cars and Pickup lines/
Lying facedown in the grime/ Kiss my pretty frown/
I come like Dynamite/ See that twinkle in my eye/
Make my way down tonight/ Won’t you kiss my pretty frown
Track Name: Avid Acid - Goonies Never Say Die
I was born with a silver spoon shoved down my throat to my ass
by parents who can't accept their troubled pasts
but I will try to become a man
but there's many lonely paths in front of where I stand
and I have never been the same
since the day that you taught me to feel shame

Well fuck everyone, but mostly fuck me
cause I'm the one who makes myself unhappy
and I have tried to become a man
but there's many vacant paths behind where I stand
and I have always been the same asshole
who doesn't know where to point the blame

I'm growing up
but I guess it's in my own shitty way
and I'm trying to get by
while trying to get my inner child to stay
there are things I will always believe in
things I will always doubt
there are friends I'll always have
there are things I will always want to shout

It all goes by so fast
before you know it you've fucking ended up on your ass
the best souvenir from your past
is the person you become
and we're running out of time

Hands up! I'm holding up the world
all you fucked up boys and girls
STOP! the police finally caught up with me
how the fuck could I let this be?

I look at you
you look back at me
I thought you knew
turns out you didn't have a clue

It all goes by so fast
before you know it you've fucking ended up on your ass
the best souvenir form your past
is the person you'll become
and we're running out of time

So I got off my ass
and tried not to look to past
though I'm not gonna lie I died a little inside
when i grew up a single moment in time

GOONIES NEVER SAY DIE!
Track Name: L'État C'est Moi - Debt Slave
Debt slave for a year
Got nothing good to say
Should I buy some beer
Stay hungry for today
When I'm numb I feel okay
Sittin in my cave no I don't crave
Expensive crap
Go outside and take a nap

Or maybe drink some in the sun
I won't hurt anyone

Don't take my pot
I work a lot for what I got
I don't deserve to run
No I don't deserve to hide
Pig, you are a
PSYCHOPATH
Why do you
Hit me when I'm down
It makes you smile when I frown
I wish I could see you again my man
But you got lost in the scam

Your zombie corpse is in my face
Concentrated on the race

Well I'm in debt and I can't wait be free
And when I work, well I swear that ain't me
And what I say, I don't really believe
I'm just in debt and I can't wait be free
To be free

Please let me drink some in the sun
I won't hurt anyone
x4
Please let me drink some in the sun
Track Name: Manic Pixie Dream Girl - S.O.A.P.
The first time I saw the angel
He came to me through the window
With blonde hair and white fangs
And I couldn't see for the light

So I tried
To shield my eyes
But I was blind.
He led me away,
Straight to your grave
and when I woke up I knew heaven
was drowning in shame.

The next night communed with the devil
He offered me halls full of gold,
A life born on leisure,
All in exchange for my soul

But I ran because I was afraid
I am the man, inside the body.
What would be left?
Who could've known?
But what's the use of a man made of stone

And when the spirits come calling
They'll come in the night
To drag you over to the other side
The books that men wrote to control
They have no use here
They won't save your soul

If you don't believe in tricks of the light
Won't be dragged over, won't be led to a side.
Are you afraid, will you run for your life?
Please don't delay because they won't ask why.
Are you afraid or are you in love?
Track Name: Boris Fiddle - Mountain Top Rebellion
Revolution at a critical time
the plan is in demand
The time line of the evolution of mankind
is as its prime

Ever though about the sperm that meets the egg
the function that feeds the modern man?
The deterioration of earth's life systems
suggests that we did think think of them

Unite at the top of the hill
(where we will face them)
Tear down the walls of steel
(that house the plagued men)
They taint our soils
They paint our waters black
It's time to face them
Mountain top rebellion

Ethics obscured in search for profit, polluting the land
Tar sands extracted to serve demand, needy human

Unite at the top of the hill
(where we will face them)
Tear down the walls of steel
They taint our soils
They paint our waters black
It's time to face them
Mountain top rebellion
Track Name: Bucky Harris - Abel
Abel lies awake by night and counts all of his crooked teeth,
fingers each misplaced slight with which he can't compete
His mother sighs “oh abel child, 25 been running since 19,
bottles and dimes piled high, is that why you struggle to breathe?”
Oh Abel. Abel! Oh Abel. Abel!
Go driving late every night up and down these same streets
Oh Abel. Abel! Oh Abel. Fucking Abel!
Claim you see an end in sight but when will you learn stop?

As I lie in bed, there's always movement behind these eyelids, something akin to panic
As I I try to sleep, I find no comfort in these dead sheep, in these dead sheep
Oh father, If only there'd been something more than grains of sand to build some honest callouses
Oh mother, I guess I just miss, I just miss...
Those stories! The ones we used to tell by night
I guess I miss those stories, the ones where happiness wasn't found, but hard fought and earned.
Abel's aboard a freighter ship, a place to call his own. He claims he's found brothers and purpose clear and strong
Late at night as he walks the deck, he writes Dear Mom and Dad, you'll be so proud of your wayward son, the promises lying ahead

Oh Abel. Abel! Oh Abel. Abel!
Tells them of the pretty girl he meets when he pulls into port
Oh Abel. Abel! Oh Abel. Fucking Abel!
Soon enough he'll learn that the sea ain't the only thing starting to swell.
(chorus)
Abel you're a God, Abel you're a bastard, Abel you're my motherfucking son
Abel you're a punk, Abel you're a waste of space, Abel you'll always be the one
Abel you're Saint, Abel you're in disarray, Abel you're my motherfucking son
Abel you're drunk, walking these tired avenues, Abel you'll always be the one!
Track Name: Les Skalpés - Puta Capitalista
Un dia, Hombres y mujeres sonavan de una civilisation sin materialisma
Un mundo lejo de los valores demostrado por nostra sociedad
Los olvidamos del verdaderos sentido de la navidad
Unirnos a festejar con familia y amigos

Being controled by all the corporation
PUTA CAPITALISTA
Succeding by selling us their useless scrap
PUTA CAPITALISTA

Cette fête est devenue
Un ramassi d'aubaine
Surconsommer leurs produits
Qui n'en valent pas la peine
Tels des brebis hypnotisées au présentoir
Nous nous jettons dans la gueule du loup
Oubliant La Navidad
REFRAIN
Puta Capitalista X 2
On essaye de se limiter
Mais la demande sans cesse poussée
Complicité planétaire
Ça pue la misère!!
Enlassés tout encordés
Sans pouvoir vous deprendre
Vous irez tout dépenser
Ce quon a bien voulu vous tendre
REFRAIN
Puta Capitalista X 2
NUNCA!!! I segimos todos igual
PUTA!!!!gastando todo la plata
NUNCA!!!para cosa sin necesidad
I segimos todos igual
gastando todo la plata
para cosa sin necesidad
Track Name: Riot Porn - Fukushima
The life we choose to live may be killing us and there's fire in the water - no chance to escape it
Nuclear waste is raining down on all your children and there isn't any stopping it thats what you get for living in a system based on profit

Stuck in a wasteland but this wasteland is your very home
caught in a wasteland and that wasteland is your very own

We wanted all this power now the blood is on our hands
we made the earth pay the price of our demands
I don't even know what the fuck a millisievert is
I feel kept in the dark and all I hear is Fukushima

Stuck in a wasteland but this wasteland is your very home
caught in a wasteland and that wasteland is your very own (x2)
Track Name: The Whiskey Shits - This City
Concrete structures kiss the sky
in their shadows we waste away and die,
an ambulance screams by and in my head it screams,
it screams bring out your dead
this city seems to swallow you whole,
metal and concrete eat at your soul,
Identity lost in a rat race game,
and now you’re a number without a name,
this city eats at your brain
with nothing but failure and pain,
doing things you’d rather not
and from inside you start to rot.
Slowly dying day to day
when all your dreams have faded away
at one time you had a choice
you try to scream but you’ve lost your voice

This city screams this city bleeds
This city life is killing me
It screams it screams
It bleeds it bleeds
And it’s fucking killing me
Track Name: Bearmace - See Low
See the lows, ride the highs,
all in plain sight, never lies.
Suffer loss, get what you need.
Flick of your wrist satisfy your greed.
The slightest move, could dig your grave.
But more and more is what you crave.

Think you’re on the rise, we’ll see how low you get.
You’re aiming for that prize, but we’ll see how low you get.

Dollar signs, are all you see.
Then lose it all, in 1-2-3.
Dishing out, accepting loans,
rejoiced screams, sorrow filled moans.
Passers by are entertained.
As egos rise, self esteem is drained.

Think you’re on the rise, we’ll see how low you get.
You’re aiming for that prize, well see how low you get.
Track Name: Melted Faces - Pirana on my Dick
There’s a monkey on my back and it’s ready to attack.
Better get away cause you know I’m gunna crack.
Don’t care what they say or even what they do,
I just wanna get into you.
Get off my back!
Track Name: Bottle Kids - Kettle
Contempt masks the fear, the mask hides the grin
We choose to ignore the trouble were in
This game of cat and mouse has come to an end
Complete control; the message that they try to send
Unanimous hate, the grin turns to sneer
The sound of the battle rings out in our ear
It becomes clear to see as the dust starts to settle
We grow every time we get caught in this kettle.

We've seen it all before those filthy fuckers go to war
Through oppression we're regressing that won't happen anymore
So let's burn the global north take it all back by force
Through aggression we're progressing till we smash the corporate whore
We're not giving up for lent, we are the ninety nine percent
We are your sister and your brother we'll die alongside one another
So we'll fight the boys in blue fight ‘em all just for you
For the hungry mouths that we can't feed the ones forced hungry by our greed.

The cycles set in motion by the fire in our eyes
The water tarts to boil the steam starts to rise
Pressure keeps on building something’s gotta give
Whistling on the air causes me to shiver.
Track Name: Avid Acid - Sorry we had to go out this Way
The sun exploded today
good luck to all of the people trying to get away
what did we save from what was inevitable?
what did we look like when you found us, what did we resemble?

We’re we like fireflies
or maybe more like moths to the flame?
sorry we had to go out this..

time doesn't matter anymore
and good luck to all the parishioners trying to find salvation off shore
when this is done you'll end up the same as us
when this is over you'll be nothing more than shadows and dust

we were like fireflies
or maybe more like moths to the flame
sorry we had to go out this way
Track Name: Shit Tax - Not the Life for Me
I wanna see annihilation
Destruction of the system
Politicians running for their lives
Rich folks being stabbed with knives

The worlds gotta end
We must rise above the corruption
Bring down the government
Its time to end their tyranny

Following their rules is not the life for me
Watching politicians spend our money carelessly
Our schools are failing
Our Medicare has run out
When you ask a politician he doesn’t know what you're talking about
Track Name: Manic Pixie Dream Girl - Plebians
They caught you at fifteen and chained you to the mill.
You worked the longest days as you do still.
You fed the filthy masses while you were skipping all the classes,
Just to see what it was like on the other side
You'll find


You'll buy the lie that everything will be fine 20 years down the line
You'll try to get by, by filling up the holes with all your vanity and lies

You are a plebeian you're filling up the space
Fill it with all the shit you buy you're such a fucking waste
And when I step off of my soapbox and go home to watch my favourite corporate TV shows
On my brand new Mac alone
Because I'm a fucking hypocrite

Because I buy, the Lie that everything will be fine 20 years down the line
You'll try to get by, by filling up the holes with all your vanity and lies

But,
How can I escape when I am tied down
What if I don't feel safe without these ropes around my neck and I,
I've got a family to feed,
My health insurance company
Wont protect my life if I don't pay
So I'll try to find a solution not withstanding all the lies

Because they lied everything won't be fine 20 years down the line
Track Name: Les Skalpés - Dogme
Depuis le début des temps
l'homme en a sacrifié son sang
Pour une image du paradis
tout en croyant aux propheties

Ils se disent avoir la foi
Foi en quoi , Foi en rien
À quoi bon prier le matin
si tu n'crois pas en toi

Religion pourquoi exister
Seulement pour nous séparer
Créant barrière et frontière
Nous lapider pendant nos prière

Charlatant des belles histoires
Pour contrôler , Manipuler
Questionnez pas l'autorité
Laissez vous seulement dressé

[L'athéisme peut être consideré comme une attitude ou une doctrine, qui affirme l'inexistence de quelconque dieu ou divinité que ce soi].

Religion pourquoi exister
Seulement pour nous séparer
Créant barrière et frontière
Nous lapider pendant nos prières

Charlatant des belles histoires
Pour contrôler , Manipuler
Questionnez pas l'autorité
Laissez vous seulement dressé
Track Name: Out of Order - Radio
Picks you up from off the ground
Blood races with a static sound
It lets you take to flight
Like a beacon in the night
Cuts through like a razor blade
Blood pumps into my veins
Dial to the right
The speakers vibrate
Let the bass shake your knees
The rhythms gonna hold the beat
Captivate my soul
Embed my very core
As the radio keeps pumpin out this sound
(Chorus)
Radio, radio, radio, radio
Radio, radio, radio, radio

Reggae spin in stereo
Rudy steps to ease the flow
Moonshine in the night
Got this demon in my sight
Turntable, pressure drop
Break the hands right off the clock
This music’s in my soul
This steady rock n’ roll
To those without a voice
Sound wave, here’s our noise
Turn up the amplifier
The guitar is catching fire
As the radios keeps pumping out this sound

(Chorus)

There’s something wrong with my radio x8
Track Name: Jesus Horse - Political Song
Political song – this is a political song
Protest song – this is a protest song

Political song (x7)

This is stuff that sucks
Cops – fuck ‘em
Capitalism – don’t fuckin need it
Corporations – burn ‘em all
Pepper spray – it fucking burns

And this is stuff we love
Ice cream – it’s good on a hot day
Beer – its also good on a hot day
Puppies – They’re fucking adorable

Titties – They’re fucking awesome
Hot dogs – good with mustard
T- shirts – I wear ‘em ‘bout half the time
Microphones – It’s how I deliver my messages