CREEPTAL - Cheap Meat (jam session #36, october 2025)

CHEAP MEAT [CREEPTAL — unfinished rehearsal demo, degraded cassette recording] [Intro — tape hiss, muffled guitar tuning, amplifier hum] [MALE SPOKEN WORD — JOE, drunk, theatrical, slurred] Are we recording? Are we fucking recording?! [FEMALE SPOKEN WORD — ARACHNA, irritated, exhausted] Joe, you've asked me that fourteen times. [MALE SPOKEN WORD — JOE, drunken chuckle] Fourteen is a sacred number. [FEMALE SPOKEN WORD — ARACHNA, angry] You spilled beer on the mixer! [MALE SPOKEN WORD — JOE, pompous whisper] I baptized it. [FEMALE SPOKEN WORD — ARACHNA, fed up] Can we PLEASE just play the fucking song?! [Verse 1 — metronomic beat, rough male vocals] Mama had a plastic face Daddy kept me in a jar Everybody called it love [Verse 2 — dirty distorted guitar riff, rough male vocals] Suck my teeth and count the flies Suck my teeth and kiss the knife Suck my teeth and watch me smile [Verse 3 — metronomic beat, low male vocals] I was born to feed the drain I was born to wear the stain [Verse 4 — distorted riff, rough male vocals] Swallow dirt and spit out God Swallow dirt and lick the rod Swallow dirt and thank the fraud [Instrumental break — guitar riff stumbles, drums stop abruptly] [FEMALE SPOKEN WORD — ARACHNA, disgusted] Oh, for fuck's sake! Your breath, Joe! [MALE SPOKEN WORD — JOE, confused and drunk] My breath? [FEMALE SPOKEN WORD — ARACHNA, furious] It smells like a dead raccoon rotting in a sewer! [MALE SPOKEN WORD — JOE, extremely drunk, laughing uncontrollably] HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! [FEMALE SPOKEN WORD — ARACHNA, exhausted] You're completely fucking wasted. [MALE SPOKEN WORD — JOE, slurred, pleading] Please... just one more jam. For the love of God, one more! [FEMALE SPOKEN WORD — ARACHNA, cold and irritated] Play. The fucking. Song. [Verse 5 — metronomic beat, tense male vocals] Black boots marching down the street Little flags and little teeth [Verse 6 — distorted riff, increasingly frantic male vocals] Name your friends and name your son Name them all and call it fun Name them now — the list has begun [Verse 7 — metronomic beat, male voice cracking] They took the books They took the names They took the locks They came for me [Verse 8 — distorted riff, desperate male screaming] SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND HOLD THE LINE SHUT YOUR MOUTH — YOU'LL BE JUST FINE THEY'RE AT THE DOOR — THEY'RE AT THE DOOR THEY'RE AT THE DOOR — THERE IS NO MORE [Outro — collapsing into feedback, male vocals] Cheap meat! Cheap meat! WHO'S NEXT? WHO'S NEXT? WHO'S NEXT?! [Final Outro — broken male voice, escalating into screams] NOBODY LOVES ME! NOBODY CARES! THEY'LL SPIT ON MY GRAVE LIKE I WAS NEVER THERE! THEY'LL CUT OUT MY TONGUE! THEY'LL ERASE MY NAME! THEY'LL GUT ME ALIVE AND CALL IT CHANGE! I'M NOT WANTED! I'M NOT FREE! THEY'LL GRIND ME DOWN TILL THERE'S NOTHING LEFT OF ME! NOTHING LEFT! NOTHING LEFT! NOTHING LEFT OF ME! [After the final scream — long distorted feedback, tape still recording] [MALE SPOKEN WORD — JOE, quiet, exhausted, drunk] ...That was fucking beautiful. [FEMALE SPOKEN WORD — ARACHNA, dry, unimpressed] You missed half the chords. [MALE SPOKEN WORD — JOE, giggling] But you felt it! [FEMALE SPOKEN WORD — ARACHNA, weary] I felt a migraine coming on. [MALE SPOKEN WORD — JOE, suddenly desperate, pleading] Arachna, please. One more jam. Just one more. [FEMALE SPOKEN WORD — ARACHNA, muttering angrily] Fuck you, Joe. [MALE SPOKEN WORD — JOE, distant, drunken laughter] HAHAHAHAHA! [End — amplifier clicks off, cassette cuts mid-laugh]