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an auld lad sung peng weng. low crows nest

by Peng Weng

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1.
Intestintine 03:36
A bin liner shakes at six am. Two women by the bus stop mouth disdain. A bricklayer smoking at my wall, moves when he hears bustling: then he takes a phone call. Sewer rats, biting on Kentucky bones, drag them through the hoarding; right into my home: to where they've dug so deep that they gnaw through the walls of my mind as I sleep. They're huge, from gorging night and day: thriving on the remnants of our takeaways.  Thriving on the remnants of our takeaways.
2.
He drinks in the Flying Scotsman, every afternoon. He stands right in front of the stage and sniffs the girls when their legs are raised. He doesn't care who can't see in the rest of the room, when he's matching samples of his time with this embarrassment of womankind. He begins bad booking Brenda, cause she chose a sad tune to dance to. He loves a stripper to behave like a penny pound sterling slave.  Ebony takes out her titties, to make them bop to a pop tune. She rubs her nipple's near his face, before she buries it in a big boob embrace.  He pulls back drains his Stella, then spurts it all over her arse. She flops over with a gasp, then he gives her a beer glass massage.  She spins her braids around and laughs as he continues her beer glass massage.
3.
And we dance such a dance. We glide on shallow breath. A dull distracted set dance that only ends upon death. For the greed of comfort and ease: spent on things we do not need.  The bright, the strong, the young, are like bells without rope or tongue. Their words, their days, their deeds all flushed away as one. For the greed of comfort and ease: spent on things we do not need.  For want... For want... For want. In the evening sky above there's a constant staggered thud and a puss coloured sun weeps onto a blanket of blood. For the greed of comfort and ease: spent on things we do not need.  For the greed of comfort and ease: spent on things we do not need.
4.
Her father couldn't tell that she'd fucked a stranger: just to raise some hell some danger; because he'd been up the whole night through, playing snooker on his computer, with some cunt in Peru.  He made her a tea, he got me a beer. He agreed it was hot, even for this time of year. Then he passed her a picture of another big sister she'd never seen: she began to cry and scream.  She left the room, he glared at the ground, where he noticed I was wearing boots and he frowned. He said: "Sweating in boots is so bad for your feet. Especially in this heat."  I looked into his kitchen. There was a court summons on his fridge. It was attached by one of them magnetic things. And various pictures of two different family scenes, with one of her squeezed in between.  Then he asked if I was working. I said: "No nothing's changed. Me and Amanda are just the same as the last time you saw us, except another bit's died." The two of us conjointly sighed.  And all the while the sun burned down. It got so hot. It got so hot, that my eyeballs browned.
5.
He drinks in the Flying Scotsman, every afternoon. He stands right in front of the stage and sniffs the girls when their legs are raised. He doesn't care who can't see in the rest of the room, when he's matching samples of his time with this embarrassment of womankind. He begins bad booking Brenda, cause she chose a sad tune to dance to. He loves a stripper to behave like a penny pound sterling slave.  Ebony takes out her titties, to make them bop to a pop tune. She rubs her nipple's near his face, before she buries it in a big boob embrace.  He pulls back drains his Stella, then spurts it all over her arse. She flops over with a gasp, then he gives her a beer glass massage.  She spins her braids around and laughs as he continues her beer glass massage.

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In the evening sky above there's a constant staggered thud and a puss coloured sun weeps onto a blanket of blood.

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released January 28, 2024

All lyrics by an auld lad.
Intestintine mixed and mastered by www.deadhorse.rocks
Tracks 3 and 5 are reworkings of an auld lad originals.
Bonus mix by therarelowry.bandcamp.com

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