We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

How Rotten The Teeth

by Lupen Crook

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
    Purchasable with gift card

      £7 GBP  or more

     

  • Limited Edition CD
    Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album

    Limited Edition, Hand-numbered Digi-Pack CD

    Includes unlimited streaming of How Rotten The Teeth via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.

    Sold Out

1.
WESTMOOR FARM GHOSTS The smell of dry dirt and fresh fish Just a gentle prick before noon Rabbit wires in the orchards That will snag our balance under the crescent moon Working his Father’s earth like real men ought to do We’ve a full pantry of flavours, a cup of gin I’m back from town with a fix Oh Emily where have you been, where have you been? Dear Emily, he’s bleeding out now By the crossroads, won’t you come? Could you bear the weight of his up-cycled crucifix? Did you stroke your chin in submission of his unpopular modern art? A broken machine is bursting with verses Buried deep in the walls of Westmoor Farm The smell of dry dirt and fresh fish, a gentle prick before noon Mother says despite the frost, the Fair might save us If it could only make it to town …
2.
YESTERDAY’S MAN Hey, it’s Yesterday Don’t be afraid Won’t you open up the door and let me in It’s not a trick, unfortunately, it’s really me. A little bit older, a lot more beat Less wisdom on the teeth Hey, Tomorrow say Do you remember me? We met once before I chased you around the park We briefly kissed, you broke my heart Don’t look surprised, you always knew This day would come when I’d arrive If you could grab your boots and coat Let’s take a walk and talk And set this story right My friend, the time has come Tomorrow’s done Say, how’s the kids Do they keep in touch often enough And did you ever find true love? I can’t imagine you did You were always impossible to live with But the house looks nice, you’ve kept it neat Is it mortgage now or still housing benefit? It matters less than then Oh how we used to run Like a stray bullet from an untraceable gun Spreading blood and guts across the room You wanted everything too soon Here I am, Yesterdays Man, at the door Take my hand, we’ll leave as one, tomorrow’s done
3.
TOMORROW’S WORLD I dream of hills and valleys Burnt sage and bones of men Sleep walk in groups and fuck in tandem Make love like good friends I bang the drum, I dance with fires, I dig the dirt I heal my ills with good vibrations Take only what I know I can afford to return to the earth Then I wake and I radiate a lust for cock and gold I smear my face with dead pets I eat my children's souls I’m a cuck to the idiot box Fully locked, signed up, signed in Gonna get me a big fat debt, yeah boy I’m a regular shit-faced, no taste Mother-fucking western man I’m the man, I’m pumped up, rack ‘em up No mercy for the ambulance chasers No mercy for the big mouths striking again No mercy for the snowflakes falling The dark age is rolling ‘round again No mercy for the weak We must protect the industry Tomorrow’s World Don’t know where to go
4.
SIMPLE CREATURES Show me a day, a day without worries And I’ll show you a grave, bearing your name Be glad for your pain, the talking heads say But I see no glory in the columns today (Let’s fight to the end) So let’s build a house where the walls don’t keep secrets We’ll live hand to mouth like two simple creatures We’ve all had our tragedies, lost good friends and family It’s getting heavy here, living on earth (Let’s fight to the end) "Hello, how are you?" "Could be better" "Hello, how are you?" "I don't wanna" So be glad for your days, you never know when your lose them A simple switch in your brain, whilst you’re cleaning the kitchen So let’s build a house, where the walls don’t keep secrets We’ll live hand to mouth like two simple creatures
5.
Magdalene 04:27
MAGDALENE It came from out of nowhere Whilst the whole world was asleep A blinding light, no thunder Just the sound of a thousand men Jumping to their feet There was trouble at the courthouse No judges to be seen Just the far cry of the children And the women that walked free It was a fine old summer The best there’d ever been And the light shone bright And they called it Magdalene The faith man looked shaken He dropped down upon his knees Tried to hide amongst the shadows But the light crept up on him Said “Fear not my brother, I am here to set you free Now rise for your sister, My name is Magdalene” Now the money men came forward A pack of jokers, pack of thieves Waving pricey bits of paper They’d torn from nearby trees Said “Girl you gonna need representing We gonna need some guarantees” But the light outshone the gold That lined their teeth It was a fine old summer The best there’d ever been We were all their together Just moving to the beat(ing) sun Here she comes, the one and only Magdalene It was a fine old summer The best there'd ever been The kids were running wild Under the light of Magdalene
6.
7.
Harbour Kids 03:43
HARBOUR KIDS Sugar faces on the scene We’re outside looking in Truth be told we never fit You and me, misanthropic Let’s take an overcast drive Down to the south coast tonight For no reasons besides To play harbour kids And watch the old boats struggle with The modern waves and tides against the soul Oh my, look there the butterflies they fall Like broken satellites onto the road The guts are bright, psychedelic, left to right We’ll die tonight, but that’s alright I’ve been here one too many times Every ghost and drifting soul From Dead Man’s Island to New Road Harbour kids and the six-week wars we fought We're such a long way from home I sense your horizon's drawing close We will meet again, my friend, I know We’ll fly like murder, purge the years Lift the curse of wicked mirrors and great fears The great lines on which we fought For every dank and dirty mile walked We’ll die tonight, but that’s alright I’ve been here one too many times Sugar faces on the scene We’re outside looking in Truth be told we never fit You and me, misanthropic
8.
SORRY FOR THE MESS Somedays I wake and I just can’t get out of bed I wrap those covers, shield the sun Silence the sound, I’m playing dead Feel broken by the daily grind Flash floods and overemotional landslides I’m 9 to 5, or so I try What can you do, but dig the holes as you go In case you need to find a way back home 'C’est La Vie' I hear they say on foreign shores ‘Round here we say 'What The Hell' I’m sorry for the mess, I’m sorry for the times that I forget The factory must have wired me a little different, can’t you see? There must be some reason for this mess Sit down with me Let's take a seat upon the Hillyfields And slip into a psychedelic dream See what the blue skies yield Smoke beyond a fallen tree Let’s never leave There’s magic on the breeze I’m sorry for the mess, I’m sorry for the times that I forget The factory must have wired me a little different, can’t you see? There must be some reason for this mess
9.
ALARM OF ST PAULS The alarm of St Paul’s London 6am Like a monster sleeping Gently turning in its duvet I wonder what it dreams The rumble of steel birds flying overhead Or the spare-a-smoke black guy You’re all trying not to provoke Or the taut 50-something Who’s exercising his right to sprint closer to a stroke Oh what a sight, whilst you were sleeping It ain’t 9 to 5, it’s all day long Don’t catch a breath, there’s work here to be done Oh what a sight whilst you were sleeping On an imperfect pass The alarm of St Paul’s When you’re reaching for strength But you always pick the fool And all the miscarried babes surf the fleet river bends I’ve been giving them verses to remind you their names Oh how we sing whilst you are sleeping It ain’t 9 to 5, it’s all day long Don’t catch a breath, there’s work here to be done Oh what a sight whilst you were sleeping
10.
HAVE YOU GOT MY BACK, BROTHER? I have got your back brother Like you’ve always had mine There might be miles between us Lets kick those years down the line And don’t let that depression Tell you otherwise I have got your back brother And though I’m no fighting man I’ll spit and kick like any other No matter their size Remember what you told me? No sleep ’til we die They say our class is kind of dirty Muddy blood and simple minds When the time comes-a-knocking Will you rise up or hide? Either way I got you covered Like you’ve always got mine I have got your back brother Like you’ve always got mine Remember what you told me? No sleep ’til we die
11.
HOW ROTTEN THE TEETH The cult of cool is a terrible affair But they’ll all be dead by the morning I watch them rub raw acid on their teeth Sure they look pretty sweet The cult of cool is a glorious affair Or so their updates would have you believing A French kiss of death in a pre-paid London squat Another deep fake star on Top Of The Pops How rotten the teeth How charming the school How green are the eyes following you We were wondering? Kill them all How rotten the teeth How charming the school Kill them all

about

Written and recorded by Lupen Crook during Lockdown 2020
Mastered to tape by Dave Lynch at Echo Zoo Studios
Released by Beast Reality / Pretty Ugly Records 2020
Photography by Willow Vincent
Design by Broken Arts

credits

released August 21, 2020

"Laced with field recordings, hypnotic drones, and psychedelic motifs ... in Crook we have a champion to work on tirelessly regardless of how bad, or rotten, it gets." - God Is In The Tv

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

Lupen Crook London, UK

DIY Provocateur, teller of twisted folk tales and outsider artist.

"Too weird for the folk fans, too folk for the urchins, the lone wolf at the back of the pack" - NME

contact / help

Contact Lupen Crook

Streaming and
Download help

Report this album or account

Lupen Crook recommends:

If you like Lupen Crook, you may also like: