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Arab Strap Album



2005
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Burn these sheets that we've just fucked in
My weekend beacon, I've been sucked in
Just one more time and then you'll get tucked in
I think you may still be my best

Come with me 'cause I need a thrill now
It's okay 'cause I'm on the pill now

We hardly spoke we just stood around looming
Then we slipped away while the party was booming
We've got so good now at just presuming
Why won't you let me rest?

Come with me now no-one will miss you
Do what you want, don't expect me to kiss you

It's your skin and your breath and your sweat and greasy hair
The empty cans and makeshift ashtrays everywhere
Strangers waking up in the Monday morning stink
Of course I feel sick, but it's not why you think

Come with me but this is the last time
Understand you're no more than a pastime

My sharp exit could not have been quicker
But my excuse could have been a bit slicker
Just be polite now and get down and lick her
I think it's time we both get dressed


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Where the words were once sweethearts
Now they're ugly violent thugs
How did our language come to this
We speak in grunts and sighs and shrugs
When we never let used to let
Just one spare moment go to waste
Now you're hardly ever here
And when you are you're bored and chaste

So when did you decide that I was vile?
I've tried and tried to talk
But talkings never been your style

You say you think we'll still be friends
But we both know that we wont
And your mates all laugh and smile
As if they know something I don't
And every night a taxi
Softly sweeps you up our street
You used to say you broke your phone
Now you don't care if you're descreet

So why wont you just tell me who was there?
There's a buzz about you now
There's something funny in the air

If there's no hope for use then there's no hope for anyone
What chance can they have if even you and me just can't have fun?
Was it so long ago our friends said we were disgraceful
But how could they ever know that we could be so unfaithful

You weren't wearing much of note
Just hold-ups and your long white coat
The elctric fire lit up your skin
As we whispered cos your mum was in
And as we went to use the phone
We noticed that we weren't alone
We just shrugged and let the pervert see
What he could only hope to be

But that was in the haze of new romance
When we floated hand in hand right through it's vague deceitful trance

If there's no hope for use then there's no hope for anyone
What chance can they have if even you and me just can't have fun?
Was it so long ago our friends said we were disgraceful
But how could they ever know that we could be so unfaithful

That's me then, I'm all packed you know I need some time to think
You just take what you think you'll need I think we both might need a drink
And the secrets that I keep you know I keep because I care
But if there's no hope left for use, well darling, let's just leave it there.


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If we're having so much fun then why am I crying every monday?
Is it just to cancel out the laughter from thursday through to sunday?
I spend the next two days in my bed and wonder what its all about.
And as soon as I feel ok I know it's time to go back out.

I've had the same look on my face for the past two lonely years.
24 months of bargin pills and cheeky lines and stolen beers.
In all the pictures that I took my eyes are so black and wide
that you don't have to look too hard to see there's not much life inside

A new home to hang my heart is what I thought I'd never find.
Fate has always intervined and now I've got a girl in mind.
And I'm meeting her next week when we get back to Glasgow.
That's if we ever make it and don't get buried in the Dutch snow.

And if my instincts are right I will fall in love and then
have a laugh from time to time and you'll never see me there again.

When I get home in the morning Trisha's hosting a debate.
She says if you don't like the fish you're catching you've got to change the bait.


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You know I've felt like this before
I know you have felt it too
But maybe I don't want to dance
Cause I've not had as much as you

Our lives did not begin
The very moment that we met
I don't want to hold your hand
There is so much that I'll forget

You're no angel from above
You're the last girl I will love

And maybe I'm not very vocal
Cause I've used the words before
And the more they were repeated
The more they were ignored

But the ears my whispers fell on
They weren't deaf, they were bang on
Cause they knew I didn't mean it
I just wanted to hang on

But the world has changed, and how!
And I know I mean it
So let's toast the last romance
But just don't ask me to dance


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I used to be so proud of thinking I was such a liar
In the covert world of romance, brother, I was just a try-er
Woman was the enemy and victory the point
Where I'd successfully knocked someone's heart out of joint

And it's hilarious to think I thought by now I'd have a wife
But I've always been so desperate to give away my life
Then I just get lazy, I've got everything assumed
Sometimes there's nothing sexier than knowing that you're doomed

And I bed you got a fright
When you took that girl to bed
It was only your first night
When she grabbed your head and said,
"Look at me. Hey, look at me
You don't love me, I can see.
You just want me for some fun
I might as well be anyone."

I hope you'll reap the benefits of our ten years apart
But when I tell you not to give a fuck, don't take it to heart
Try and be a gentleman and always tell the truth
I'm not just a hypocrite, I'm jealous of your youth

And I can't give you a lecture on how to be a man
I've not much advice to offer, no solid, foolproof plan
But even though you're certain that it's just a bit of fun
You'll soon get sick of microwaving low-fat meals for one

So when you ignore her call
And you just delete her text
It might make you feel tall
As you make room for the next
But look at me, hey, look at me
You know I love you, obviously
And I don't want to spoil your fun
But you don't have to hurt someone.


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Hurry and finish your unhealthy breakfast
Then it's straight back to bed
Did you bring something with you today
To fuck away my sore head
My first afternoon in your hands
And our loveliest yet
Put some clothes on and leave the bath running
While you're at the laundrette

Come round and love me
Sigh and rumble above me
And we'll make the noises we make
Until we both laugh and both shake

No splishing, no sploshing
Are you sure we'll fit in
Then it's straight back to bed again
With our soft and cool skin
And I kiss the cut on your lip
A souvenir from last night
A wound from our over-excitement
Are you sure it's alright

It's on the tips of our tongues
But who'll be the first one to say it
I've said it too much in the past
So let's just have fun and delay it

But come round and show me
Sigh and rumble below me
And we'll make the noises we make
Until we both laugh and both shake


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The ugly tattooed swinger euphemise
And call their mucky hobby trysts
But if I saw another man touch you
I'd break his fucking wrists
Monogomy's not natural
We can't survive
That's what he'll say
He loves to swap, he's open-minded
But don't dare suggest he's gay

Any maybe were just lucky
Maybe our connection is unique
And if that's really just what normal people do
Aren't you proud to be a freak

The so-called Doctor Gray's a billionaire
Because he's got the sexes sussed
We're a different race, we can't communicate
And mind-game's are a must
But if you need a man
Just buy the book and follow all the rules
There's no one quicker to splash out
Than vulnerable, desperate, lonely fools

Do you know enough to suckle me and guess
In just three minutes can I suitably impress
When don't we ignore the whistle
Just a look, a smile, a kiss'll
tell you all you really need to know

And maybe we're just different
Maybe we're nature's surprise
So but down the book, log-off and keep your woman close
And just look me in the eye


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Give me your gibberish tonight and talk to me with your eyes shut
Make me giggle in your sleep, and I can dream that you're a slut
And when I wake up stiff, please just feel free to use me
Then go to work and let me wonder what it was that made you choose me

And now I love you more than that, and now I love you more than this
So just stay over on your side, and go to sleep and dream of piss
Tomorrow you can tell me all the things you've done with boys
Blushing as you recount tales to satisfy my see-through ploys

Cause in my nightly dramas, you are still the biggest star
So keep the window open and I can dream we are in the car
And tonight we will be leaving, we can take the scenic route
To a windfarm by the sea while I'm dreaming that you're mute

There's no better journey than me on my way to you
Sitting there all smug, knowing what we might get up to
And one day we'll be idle, and we'll both be past our peak
So until then, all we can do is master a technique
Now let's sleep...


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If you take a sock off
Then I'll take a sock off
We'll do one for one til we're both bare
And with our tongues click-clicking
The big bright clock stops ticking
As we make a right mess of your hair

Then we'll make plans for dinner
Though my gut's got no thinner
Since I've been letting you feed it
And you're useless at drinking
But these days I've been thinking
I doubt that we're going to need it

And if you stop bleeding
And we took to breeding
You know our son would be a hit
And as for our daughter
All suitors she'll slaughter
With her brains and her beauty and her wit

After the flirting and after the swooning
With nerves put to bed, it's all just fine tuning
And we'll never get bored with our routine and pattern
When I'm your house-husband and you are my slattern

But one day I might cut loose
And I just won't be much use
And so you'll push me away
So do your best and make me pay


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Not everything must end
Not every romance must decend
Not every lovers pact decays
Not every sad mistake replays

If you can love my growing gut
My roting teeth and greying hair
Then I can gaurentee I'll do the same
As long as you can bare

If you love my little poofy hands
My skinny arms and reeking feet
The way I dance
The way I eat
If you love the morning spots
I try to squeeze before you're up to see
Each torn ankle
Each weak knee

But still my moods must swing
To solitude I must still cling
And you won't love me every day
And suffer many a display

My plates may smash and doors may slam
My comments might be less than kind
But that won't mean I've changed my mind
I'm a huffy prick the best of times
I love to sulk and shout and squeel
But please don't doubt the way I feel

Cos when the sun burns up the earth
Our progeny will raise a can
Here's to where It all began
And everyday I hear the world is cracking up
The end is near
I hear we all should live in fear

Bullys, burglers, peadophiles, bird flu and passive smoke
(They're coming)
Volcanos, earthquakes, tidal waves, heart disease and strokes
(They're coming)
Terrorists with home-made poisons, factions everywhere
(They're coming)
They're drinking in the street and they could steal your name
And I don't care


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