Meat
Lyrics:
Give me back my meat now, baby. You've had it too long.
Give me back my meat now, baby. Your love is wrong.
Give me back my meat now, baby. You've had it too long.
Give me back my meat now, baby. Your love is wrong, yeah.
I ain't no butcher, baby. No meat for free.
I ain't no butcher, baby. Give it back to me.
Give me back my meat now, baby. I'm so alone.
Give me back my meat now, baby. Please bring it home.
Give me back my meat now, baby. I'm so alone.
Give me back my meat now, baby. Please bring it home,
yeah.
I ain't no butcher, baby. No meat for free.
I ain't no butcher, baby. Bring it back to me.
Give me back my meat now, baby. I'll ask one more time.
Give me back my meat now, baby. That meat is mine.
Give me back my meat now, baby. I'll ask one more time.
Give me back my meat now, baby. That meat is mine, yeah.
I ain't no butcher, baby. No meat for free.
I ain't no butcher, baby. Give it back to me.
Commentary:
The origin of this song is far better than the song itself. We were in Nick's basement practicing the few songs we had written at the time when I believe Nick started to play the simple, two note bass line that you hear through out the song. This was a typical pre-practice jam that happened all the time. A moment later, Tim started to play a beat over said baseline. I guess I was setting up at the time when it caught my ear. Tim stopped playing, but Nick continued. As soon as Tim stopped, I started singing in the microphone, "give me back my beat now baby" in a silly sort of way. Nick then begins to crack up, so I ask him what's up. He asks me, "are you saying give me back my meat now baby?" Whereas I begin to crack up as well after I correct him. But then it hits me that it could be a funny song filled with double entendres and thus "Meat" is born!
It was one of the first few songs written. Also and most likely, the first song that Nick helped spawn. To quote Bob Ross, the song was a "happy accident."
Another Funny story that goes along with this song is when I first presented "my old band's" music to my girlfriend Michelle (now wife Michelle). She was obviously taken aback at the shear power of the song and asked me, "are you saying, I ain't no pork chop baby?" I replied no and gave her the correct lyrics of "I ain't no butcher baby," that in reality, isn't much better. Pork chop does fit, however. Maybe I'll play around with it when we record the remix.
Maybe not.