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It was after 42 years of working on the floor
Stuck in the same auld room
Pulling at the same auld door
Detached, dehumanised
Didn't she try to go?
When nobody told her
How was she supposed to know?
She went and turned on the telly
Emotionally tied
Smiled for a month total
Sad, withdrawn, alone she died

Aw don't call it an endin'
'Cos i've got stories for ages
I'll write yer life in 200 pages
I'll say yer smart, i'll make ye grieve
But the most ye'll ever be is an NPC
Your reality is never what it seems
Hope's a wakin' dream
So i'm givin' you a mental distraction
Pain a perception, change an illusion
Stream goes, passes ye
Might flow differently
But it's just the same basic entity
Nae surprise that thing ye watched
Chopped or Botched, flashed her crotch
IQ doon a notch
Social animal in a solitary zoo
Mirrors through the bars
So you can see you
Brain too active?
Allow me tae cloud it
Wae cathartic shells
Guess whit? (Whit?)
Ye never really knew yersel

It was after 52 years
Exploited by the same auld folk
Pullin' on the same auld shoes
Throwin' on the same auld coat
Rejected, left behind
Died naked and still
Who'll hear his sad tale?
His tragic eulogy? I will

When you're thinkin' of injustice i'll be there
Nepotism a schizm and i'll be there
Don't care about where ye choose yer virtues
Just that you do and of course, I eat too
Daddy was a doctor
So I went and clocked an easy life
The kind ye'd only dream about
Scream and shout that i've become
The sort a' one who folk'd run away fae son?
Woooft!
I am the hero, divide by zero
A battle i'll be fightin' 'til i'm auld and i'm feeble
A tragedy anxiously palmin' ye flattery
On a Saturday mornin'
Is this it just dawnin'?
Ye seriously sittin' there sayin' i'm lyin'?
Aff yer fat arse and put an end tae denyin'
That you're the main reason that yer life was shite
Ye know i'm right
Whit's wrang?
Ye leavin' wae a whimper
And no' a bang?

Aristotle was 62, publicly denounced
So he went tae his maw's estate
That he had renounced
Who were the antagonists?
The Athenians? Or his guts?
He met his greatest fear
Nae jokes, nae ifs, nae buts
No' much ae a spectacle
No' much of a scene
But that's just how it is
And everythin' in-between

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from Advert For The Deprived, released July 14, 2023
Backing vocals: Rosie Sillitoe

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Sweeney Straddles The Sun Glasgow, UK

Sweeney Straddles The Sun is the solo project of Glaswegian artist Jason Sweeney.

Self-recorded and produced, Sweeney's individual synth/psyche-pop sound has received much critical acclaim and garnered a broad range of comparisons, such as Devo, The Beta Band, Flaming Lips, Super Furry Animals, Philip Glass and Psapp ... more

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