Arab Strap Album

Another bloated disco, another sniff of romance I'll forget. We promised to ourselves before we came out we'd do something we regret. These people are your friends, this cunted circus never ends. I won't remember anything you say. I lost my social skills a while ago but now I feel them coming back. My eyes were rolling when we met and now they are preparing for attack. I want to fall in love tonight and form the perfect unbreakable bond. You can be my teenage Jenny Agutter, swimming naked in a pond. You know I'm always moaning but you jump-start my serotonin. But how do you know you've ever really loved? But when I feel like this, I know it doesn't matter. When I eat when I'm not hungry, I'm sure I feel my face get fatter. Then I thin out every weekend and I think that she might want me. But I always slip off on my own âЂ?cause I let those feelings haunt me, they control me but tonight I'm letting go. You're more than just a photo album, you're more than what some people let you know and if we ever make it home, I'll tell you all the things that shaped me thus. Something forged in a phonebox but lost in a restaurant, we've got so much to discuss. Here, have you tried the blue ones? i hear he's got some new ones. Sleep is not an option tonight. Look at us just stand and stare, look at them just pose and pout, and we'll all be standing here until the pigs chuck us out.

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I don't like the words that the birds are singing. I hate their ugly voices and the messages they're bringing. But if everyone can start again and everyone can win then I'll re-arrange the place that I'm in. And I can't stick the way that they flap and flutter. They whisper I'm a cunt and they cackle and they mutter. But i'm sure I heard them reassure me everything ends as I walked away from all my fake friends. They've scrutinised the mistakes I've been making. Tthey know who I've fucked, they know what I've taken. They've seen me in the shower with shit down my legs. They've seen me searching a stranger's house for dregs. I used to think they loved me, but now I know it's pity and they know that they can always flee this fucking city. They even said they'd help me out and give me a head start and they know that these days my cock's as numb as my heart. New blood flows. Old faces go. I like the new ones better. I think I like these girls. Feels like I've travelled miles. Now I want to party all the time. Now I want to party all the time again.

Once again, I've gone a bit too far and I wish that was you there, peep-peeping. Then as you rolled down the window of your car, you'd say âЂŒhello, stranger, how you been keeping?âЂќ And I'd tell you I've neber been so fine. But you could tell something's amiss so we'd go and buy your favourite wine and while it chills, we could sit and reminisce. But I know now you'd drive right by and so you should, after the way I was then. And I hope you finish everything you try but I can never be your brother again. It's not me who changed, I still love to roam. Just pick me up and take me home.

You said you didn't mind if she turned round to sleep but you were just half being nice, there's no rewards to reap. And if she had stayed up, you'd still be here alone. You'd still have no idea what that means and you'd still fear the phone. The longest walk was that night in your brand new shoes but what you can't find now's the thing that you can't lose. A change of scenery, a change of mind and face. He used your clothes and hands and then fucked off without a trace. I see him now and then, but now he just looks bored. He used to flirt with everyone but prefers to be ignored. So let me dance tonight and I will be your host then maybe you'll make up your mind which one loves you most. We'll even leave the room, so you'll be free to choose. Remember what he can't find now's the thing that you can't lose. Being thoughtful's just a curse but a one night stand just makes it worse.

I never slam the door these days then again, i'm never here. And you know where to find me with my oldest friend I hold so dear. Who named the days? Who named this mess? I don't care what she says; I need to get out less. Me and him go back a long way and his advice has always been shite. But he knows how to make me laugh, I've never bothered if he's right. Who named the days? Who named this mess? I don't care what she says, I need to get out less. But sometimes when I'm with him I just stop being me. And he knows, on my own, I could never be the man he's always wanted me to be. He makes me treat girls like shit. He makes me lie to them and use them. I think he loves to watch me playing games and he loves to watch me lose them.

The rain pissed down on Leven's shores.
The sane rain would rain on superstores and set off car alarms in our street.
Let's burn our clothes and hunt our meat.
A day of skies, a day of feasts, we fell to bed, to grunt like beasts.
We could live in your wee car, we could never go too far.
A flash of sun between your thighs, a perfect black shape to protect my eyes.
A swooping hawk, a dying tree.
âЂŒFuck me,âЂќ says he, âЂŒfuck you,âЂќ says she.
If i'm a clown, then you're a mime but I'm sure that we'd be friends in time.
The selkie put her skin back on and swam away, back to her own

The rain pissed down on Leven's shores.
The sane rain would rain on superstores and set off car alarms in our street.
Let's burn our clothes and hunt our meat.
A day of skies, a day of feasts, we fell to bed, to grunt like beasts.
We could live in your wee car, we could never go too far.
A flash of sun between your thighs, a perfect black shape to protect my eyes.
A swooping hawk, a dying tree.
âЂŒFuck me,âЂќ says he, âЂŒfuck you,âЂќ says she.
If i'm a clown, then you're a mime but I'm sure that we'd be friends in time.
The selkie put her skin back on and swam away, back to her own

Sex without love is a good ride worth trying but love without sex is second only to dying.
When kissing is missing and legs stay shut tight you'll hate every morning and dread every night.
Don't drag it out when you've lost your glue.
You'll always feel lonely and always be minging, you won't notice colours and you'll never hear singing.
The surest sign ever that good times are ending is sharing a sleeping space with no fucking pending.
Don't drag it out too far, don't do what I do.

If your hair was a call to arms and your legs were what skirts are for then your mouth was a red alert but your eyes were an act of war.
I needed a nurse and a mother, I needed an open-minded whore.
I needed a barmaid and a lover.
Someone to stand between me and the floor.
But when we attacked, it was never swiftly.
We must have been locked in combat for years.
Our new hardwood floor was the perfect battleground so I suppose the bullets were our tears.
Okay, I know we threw some things about and i'm sure that you got in a punch or two and is it true your comrade's been asking if I'm the sort of man who could ever sink to hit you too?
âЂŒWhy does she always have bruises?
They'd be much happier apartâЂќ the fact is, you've always been clumsy be it with tables at your work or with my heart.

And I'd serenade you every night but you'd never be home to hear it. I wrote your name with fireworks in the sky but you never turned up to see it. So let me take you out and buy you drinks and I can mumble through an explanation. I hear you know that's when you're getting old, when all you really want's a conversation. Don't get me wrong, I've always had plans for your lips and my lips. The first time I saw you I saw all my future right between your hips. You're a woman who can teach me stuff. The kind of girl I want to bathe and dance with. But just ignore me now I understand; I only go for girls i've got no chance with. Look up right now, the sky's on fire. I want your breath when I retire. I want your feet to scratch my shin, to make me bleed and scar the skin.

Easy come, easy gone, we knew they'd leave us all along. Now we cook our own tea and we don't sign on.
And the week never starts round here, raise your cider, and I'll raise my beer.
Easy come, easy gone, kiss a girl then write a song.
Enjoy it while you can âЂ?cause it won't last long.
And the week never starts round here, raise your cider, and I'll raise my beer.
Easy come, easy gone, simple as this stupid song.
Now your cupboard's clean you can carry on.
And the week never starts round here, raise your cider, and I'l raise my beer.

Every man needs a tit to suckle but some days I'm sure my legs will just buckle.
Good morning, mister magpie, how's the lady wife?
You've been sitting there for years now, studying my life. So you may as well just build a nest here.
Good fucking luck, âЂ?cause I still can't rest here.
Nine of your brothers perched in my past, they were right for a while but I knew it couldn't last.
But moon be full tonight and I will find my bride.
She'll be good to me and she will love to ride.
And she might make mistakes but I know I will too because we can't all be whole and bright like you.