Immediate download of 14-track album in your choice of 320k mp3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire. This fancy digital purchase will come with the added bonus of a full set of lyrics, so no matter how slurry Shipley gets, you'll know exactly what the fool is saying.
The best part? Almost all of that money goes right back to the Consumer Goods, who I know for a fact are trying to raise money to pay for their fourth record, "But We Don't Shoot Pistols," to be produced by Dale Morningstar at the Gas Station Recording Camp on the Toronto Islands. Help them do that and feel good.
The Consumer Goods formed in Winnipeg, MB in 2005 around a set of angry and unflinching emotional responses to a world on its head. Songwriter Tyler Shipley, then 23, surrounded himself with a cadre of musicians drawn from the best of Winnipeg’s always-fertile music scene and charged them with animating the angst that gave that first crop of songs its edge.
The result was a shimmering and ambitious piece of work that surprised critics expecting a learning-curve debut from a local artist. Complete with DIY artwork stamped with a hand-carved image of anti-capitalist graffiti, “Pop Goes The Pigdog!” shot to the top of local charts and established the band in the national scene with much exposure on CBC radio.
In particular, critics seemed to agree that what set this record apart was that its anger felt neither contrived nor naive; unlike so much of what passes as ‘political’ music, this was an articulate and thoughtful engagement with the world. Niether preaching nor posing, Shipley tried to locate himself within the structures he critiqued, displaying a complexity that made this, according to Uptown Magazine, "one of the most impressive debuts by a Winnipeg band in many years."
released April 1, 2006
songs by tyler shipley.
the consumer goods:
recorded, mixed and mastered by ryan mcveigh at mid-ocean school of media arts.
artwork by tyler shipley.
we don't know much about santa claus. and snow white means something different to us. and i got a great hit. my dad don't give a shit. in the shadow of camden. ain't no givin', ain't no havin.' the cops are vicious on christmas. i guess they're pissed to be down here. so are we, so are we, so are we. in the shadow of money. ain't no sweet december honey. killer bees, killer beer, killer bees, cut off at the knees.
Track Name: Revolution Is No Tea Party
everytime, everytime, you want the rain it comes ashine. roll it over, chalk another loss for the good guys. "keep on trying," you say. "it's getting better everyday." pass another corporate headquarters and spare a quarter for me. if you try, you won't get very far. it's been so long, it's been so long since i last wrote for you a song. it's getting colder. i'm losing faith in the people and the process. if you try, you won't get very far. believe me, i been there before. and albert street has seen the loving and the mean and all folks in between. but i can't carry on, the businesses are strong and my teeth are growing long. i hope you like to be alone. and spending hours on the phone. cos revolution is no tea party and i guess i found out the hard way.
Track Name: C'est La Vie Westerne
we took our seats at the stade olympique. the grass was green, artificially. and i could see how happy we would be. the broken hearts back in '94 and millionaires always wanting more. and i'm sad, yes, i'm sad, cos it's the only team they had. i don't recall the next line of the song, i'll have to find the piece of paper it's on. in my eye, oh in my eye you're the only one tonight.
Track Name: London Bombs
london bombs are falling down turning happy smiles into angry frowns, well, maybe not smiles but something far better than these murderous stares and screams of terror. oh camels coming home to roost, you didn't think these camels would boost your economy forever? oh shit, they want something better? so watch you head, the floor's caving in and there's no where to go. another sunny day turned black and grey and i'm so tired of feeling like nobody's learning. the london eye is seeing double standards in the way we cry for the people in those double-decker buses cos they're so cute, those red buses. so watch you head, the world's caving in and there's no where to go. it's like the worst movie scene, playing on repeat and i'm so running out of faith in people to do what's right and treat everybody equal.
Track Name: Babylong Song
i want to take you to babylon. the hanging gardens look like so much fun. holding your hands across the streams, it will be just like all your happy dreams. we'll be the only ones, they'll be no one left but us, if you don't mind the smell of burning fuel. i want to take a quiet cruise, ride the euphrates and sing the blues. loving each other in lands of old, we'll kiss at hammurabi's code. we'll be the only ones, they'll be no one left but us, if you don't mind the fuss of border checks. we'll be the only ones, they'll be no one left but us, if you don't mind the fuss of border checks.
Track Name: Cars for Cogs
it's america, and i'm on my own. i don't own a gun and i love my home. and i pray to god that the tigers win and the kids come home from the war we're in. it's america and i lost my job at the factory making cars for cogs. but i ain't so mad cos i understand they're just cutting cost, they don't need my hands. it's america but you wouldn't know from the way it is and the way it goes. not a hurricane or a terrorist just to fuck it up oh fuck this.
Track Name: Red Water
how can that water seem so red when there's no sun over my head? buildings are brown, the trees are a beautiful gold. how can that man seem so sad when he's not seen the troubles we've had? how can the moon be staring ta me again? i'm so sick and tired of seeing the town led by a rat dragging me down, telling me lies, telling me i'm not good enough. how can a man be all his own when he's got no one but his girl to phone? maybe that ain't as bad as it seems. i'm so sick and tired of seeing the town led by a rat dragging me down, telling me lies, telling me i'm not good enough.
Track Name: Adam Smith
adam smith, you're the man, if you can't do it i know we can. adam smith, you're so enlightened, don't worry if the weak are frightened. and i can't say you're wrong cos everybody shouts me down. and i can't say you're right cos that would be a lie. adam smith, do me a favour, please give your name to my new ice cream flavour. it tastes like shit and polluted water, we'll call it adam's favourite daughter. and i can't say you're wrong cos everybody shouts me down. and i can't say you're right cos that would be a lie.
Track Name: Good Thing (For Bourgeois Nationalism)
i watched you fall into the lake, i watched you bob your head. i watched you fall into the lake. good thing you're such a good swimmer, you come right back to the top. when i'm down, you know, i sink right to the bottom and i don't know how to stop. i saw on pbs they pollute the water, the devil's lake is movin' in. good thing there's no devils here in canada, send him right back where he came! when we're down, you know, we fight like bitter relatives but we stand so proud and strong! good thing you're such a good swimmer but it won't matter in the end. the premier and all the other suits with money tell us the devil is our friend.
Track Name: Ghost of a Suicide Bomber
guess you found a ticket out. this world we built a life around. no, my boy's not coming home. you took him with you, don't you know? and it's so strange to see you again. and it's so vague, but i remember when i stood beside you as a common friend, to bring our subjegation to an end. all this violence affects those on both sides of the fence. waiting for the bell to ring, the death of the crusader king. and it's so strange to see you again. and it's so vague, but i remember when i stood beside you as a common friend, to bring our subjegation to an end.
Track Name: Failing Me
in the early light i see you, you and god these people trust. you don't know that i see through you and the lies you're telling us. in the world that you've created, i'm a bomber on the bus. and you're failing me again. in the morning light i see you as you're raising the alert. you don't know that i can see you and the people you desert. in the shadow of your white house is a corner you can't hurt. you don't know that i see through you. and you're failing me again. i had a home, you brought it down. i had a daughter, you broke her down. in the morning light i see you and your flag it is still there. and you're failing me again.
Track Name: Sounds of Other Languages
overnight to london seemed the fastest way to go. such a lovely place to watch the people as they go. checked into the oxford house on cockburn street and first. wandered through the alleyways where someone tried to steal your purse. i held your hand so tight. said that we'd stop wandering at night. convinced you to come with me on the jack the ripper walk. to see all of the places where those prostitutes were dropped. you told me you were scared, but i just laughed and touched your arm: "a little bit of terror never did nobody any harm!" i held your hand so tight. we agreed to call it a night. in the morning we caught our ride and by the afternoon we both had died. in heaven there's a section for the innocently killed. with sounds of other languages the silence here is filled.
Track Name: Taiping Riverboat
you built a wall sixteen feet tall. the cannon fire won't reach us cos we're so much higher. we're so much higher. we sailed ashore. no chinese opium war slowed our advance. i sewed a hole in your pants and you gave me one chance. you gave me one more chance. ten years pass on and our heavenly kingdom is gone. god help our souls cos we'll never leave them alone and i'll never let you go. i'll never let you go.
Track Name: Captain, Oh Captain
when we set sail for the new world, i put my faith in your captainship. we've come so far, but now i don't... don't know... i thought that i could help you navigate our way around the ocean's crashing waves. now i don't even get to vote. to vote. when we took water the second time, you blamed the band of sailors pulling the lines. no, not the crew, but the boat is to blame. the boat is to blame. you know, the wind was blowing hard. it's scary when the waves are pulling us apart. and though i cannot swim, it doesn't break my heart to jump into the ocean.