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Made in a strangely broken world, FLESHEATERS carries with it a strange confidence, inspired by the relentless rhythms and lush, buzzing, textures of the industrial atmosphere it was recorded in; in a recording studio built by the band in Montreal-North immediately following the release of their first album.

It's a war-cry.

It's about grief. About the relationship between grief and nostalgia and the wide-open sky in front of us that seems as if it were owned by other people; other people who use their social, sexual, economic, and political power to absolutely consume people who can't otherwise stand up for themselves, or who could ever imagine that they would have to defend themselves in that way.

But it's also about escape; about the families and tribes we form among each other and the help we have the potential to give each other. About painful love in a painful world. About honesty and vulnerability and the strength we gain from real expression between each other.

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released September 24, 2019

Give Me Something Beautiful is: Matthew Hills, Etienne Dextraze-Monast, Simon Bellemare, and Benjamin Levitan

Raphaël Pellerin plays drums on 3 and 5; Lianne Seykora sings on 2, 3, and 6.

All lyrics by Matthew Hills
All songs written and arranged by Give Me Something Beautiful

FLESHEATERS was produced, recorded and mixed by Matthew Hills at DELICATE/AUTOMATIC in Montreal, QC, often assisted by Rob Helsten and/or Benjamin Levitan.

Additional assistant engineers on demos:
Regynald Guzman
Dave Tone

Mastered by Ryan Morey

Cover photo by Matthew Hills
Band photography and additional album art by Catherine Raymond-Poirier(@cath.rip on instagram)
Art Direction by Matthew Hills, Jason Gendreau and Catherine Raymond-Poirier
Web design and implementation by Jason Gendreau
Additional Photography by Matthew Hills

Give Me Something Beautiful remercie le Conseil des arts et des lettres du Québec de son appui financier.

Special thanks to the following people who supported us, worked behind the scenes, helped us write grants, gave advice or offered feedback during the creation of this album:

Lauren McIntosh, Zora Françoise Page, Rob Helsten, Ludovic Alarie, Ryan Morey, Tim Lipiatt, Francis Leduc Belanger, Eric Morier, Guillaume McDuff, Didier Julien, Jason Gendreau, Valentin Ignat, Jeremy Delorme, Matthew Hiscock, Lianne Seykora, Andrew David, Andrew Hills, Chris Hills, Mary Lou Hills, and Jaime Garcia.

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GIVE ME SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL makes and releases records entirely by themselves because there is simply nothing else to do in a world where the sky is owned by other people and even their mildest whims are stolen and sold back to them; they do it because nothing else makes sense and because at least then there is somewhere they can go, when everywhere else has become a psychological warzone. ... more

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Track Name: Cap-Aux-Os
That summer we finally escaped,
we took our bicycles down to the beach at Cap-Aux-Os
where the ocean was nobody’s friend but I made her mine
in the smell of the surf and the taste of beer and brine.
Once, the bones of the dead filled the cape
and the edge of the world was a place that someone named;
now, my heart is the heart of a slave and yours is too
and we fuck like there’s somebody paying us to fuck.

The last war we’ll fight is our own.

What use is pretending when you’ve got all of this cash?
We’re not hiding from you, love,
you can just take what you want.
Over and over,
Our bodies distorted,
Our choices perverted,
Our homes set on fire.
Track Name: Flesheaters
Where’d you have to go to get so broken hearted?
cuz they don’t fuck you up for free.
they take you like they want you cuz they know they’ve got you
terrified and underpaid.
all my life I’ve been a sweetheart, baby,
all my life I’ve been a saint.
if they want me, let them come and find me.
all my life I’ve been afraid.

You’ve got the kinda flesh that takes to bruisin’ easy
and you know these bitches like it rough.
Don’t you let em near you when they get to talkin,
they’ll rip the skin right off your bones.
All your life you’ve been a sweetheart baby,
I know you’re spoilin’ for a fight
They don’t wanna tell you that they think you’re worthless;
they just wanna tell you that you’re sick

I know you feel surrounded.
Track Name: God Gave Me Teeth
God gave me teeth
God gave me teeth
God gave me teeth, oh lord,
oh lord,
what am I to eat?

I know my sisters ain’t free
I got the blood of the lamb,
the skin of my teeth,
and a dick that dont work when it should
you gotta do what you can with the things you weren’t given, but
God gave me teeth
God gave me teeth
God gave me teeth, oh lord,
oh lord,
what am I to eat?

I know you fuckers can’t feel,
but the love of my life’s got the best of diseases
and if you can’t live for yourself,
you’re obligated to die just like everyone else
god gave me teeth
Track Name: Shake it Like You Love Me
don’t make it who you are
don’t make it where you came from
don’t make it what you know
don’t make it like you don’t know
don’t make it what you love
don’t make it what you live for
don’t make it what you need
just shake it like you love me

(We don’t get lost in other countries
Where our signal blurs and dissipates
Like the beating of a far off metronome
Losing time against the space
Our bodies burn atomic fire
Firing off electromagnetic waves
There’s nothing foreign left
Except the way that we all age
There’s a trauma to being inside the concrete
The highway’s full of DNA
Our lungs weren’t made to process asphalt
So we mostly end up full of tar)
Track Name: C'est Pas Grave
if it ever sounded like something needed being said
it’s what i’ll say when i’m paying the last of my debts
and i’m so far away, gorgeous,
i’m so far away all of the time
and all the sentiment we used to summon at will
will dry up like our sense there was ever anything worth saying
but i can’t find the words, darling;
i can’t get the words out of my head.

so be mine

and in the back of my terrified mind,
i know you’re the something i never believed i would find
but i’m so far away gorgeous,
i’m so far away out of my mind

so be mine
just be mine
Track Name: Mouthbreather
Someday
I’ll be
exactly what I keep saying I’ll be
and, finally, I’ll be what you need!
I’ll be what you need!
I think you don’t understand what you do to me!

I know you never became who you thought you’d be,
and I’ve got the look of a man who could set you free,
but my heart
is full of pus and it keeps blaming you for everything
and I know
that you don’t understand what you do to me!

And oooh, you look so good in that wedding ring!
Who gave it to you?
I know he won’t understand what i have to do
but don’t you run from me.

I think you don’t understand what you do to me.
Track Name: Twentyfifteen
I dowloaded some sabbath, like we had imagined;
(just like we had imagined)
nothing too new or familiar, nothing ronnie james dio,
nothing too bloody, or dark, or removed.
you pulled up in a Charger; i’d just made my first record,
i was smoking but trying to quit (again),
You said Montreal was on fire, that we needed to vacate,
you shook the keys and I jumped in
(and I quit after that, and I quit til you died,
and I couldn’t hold on anymore).
There's things i can't remember, i admit i gloss over,
I admit that I fill in the gaps,
the Jays would lose until august but I’m glad that you saw them
(I’m glad that I saw you),
the 401 runs until Windsor, where the world ends and I’m new,
where I could never forget you
(I’d been running away from just about everything
i was childish and angry and small)
but there was nothing so endless as the sky over Toronto
in the middle of that summer.

Just like we always imagined it

“You won’t change me” comes on and we run out of gas
and maybe those songs never meant what we wanted them to
maybe the words are simplistic and the context is wrong
we still gotta get out and walk before it really gets dark
But now the sunset’s forgiving and I’d want you to know
I feel better than ever but I still don’t feel right
but somedays i don't feel like i'm stretching,
and you know i never stopped pushing,
(you know i’ll never stop pushing),
but if i remember you silent, like that night on the highway,
back when everything mattered
It's cuz I figured it out like we always imagined,
like we always imagined I would
Track Name: Bareknuckle
Who knows who swung first?
But i was always the slowest and worst,
i was always the boy with the wrong kind of words,
always fumbling after myself;
always staying in too long,
never giving up when i should.
they don’t make fighters like me anymore,
who hide their savagery under their breath.

But i can imagine us older,
and finally alright,
but its not like the wildfire dreams that we shared
and no one could tell us were lies.
my best and my only friend,
i’ll love you til nobody dies.
i’ll love you like i’m not afraid anymore,
even if i can’t open my eyes.
bareknuckled, i’m here

somewhere there’s a fight
that could settle our debts
but i’m no longer that much a fighter;
i just throw punches til one of them hits.
my best and my only friend,
i’ll love you til i don’t exist.
i’ll love you like i’m not afraid anymore,
even if i can’t open my fists
bareknuckled, i’m here
Track Name: Like This
If you wanted to hurt me, like this
you’d have to cut off my hands, like this
so there’d be no one to hold you, like this
and take you like I took you, like this,
and if I’m going to miss you,
I’m going to miss you like this:
with my arms open fully,
until they tire out completely,
and it will feel like i’m starving
cuz no one else will feed me
there are no gods in this country,
only riddles that keep mounting.

And I, and I.

And when no one else completes me, like you did,
I’ll take to running til my legs give out, like you did,
and when the fuckers finally find me out, like you did,
I’ll get as many as I can and die, like you did.

And I, and I

And I’ll keep on moving like I’m on my own
(and we all are)
There’s nothing I can do but try to be what you weren’t.