Arab Strap - Ten Years Of Tears/ P + C 2006 Chemikal Underground Ltd (2007) by Arab Strap (보컬) on maniadb.com

i must have been missing the point for years. i used to love misery, heartbreak, and tears. but that's just a memory now you're sleeping here. and what's yours is mine. i wasted so long keeping hollow hearts dear. panicking, drinking when they disappear. and i'm not a prophet, no, i'm not a saint. but i think we'll be fine. but first we should set the scene with some songs that deafly describe the rights and the wrongs that led me to you and my unladen steer. it takes a few minutes but it's worth the wait.

We were lying in bed, staring at the moon, and I was wondering if I was supposed to be in love.
But we couldn't quite decide if the moon was full, but I thought, well, tonight it's full enough.


And this morning I was casually trying to sniff my fingers on the way back home.
I could smell you and I felt like a little boy.
Now we've been on these open seas far too long so take a breath, take my hand, there's land ahoy.

So that was the first big weekend of the summer...
Starts thursday as usual with the canteen quiz and again no-one wins the big cash prize.
Later I do my sound bloke routine by approaching gina's new boyfriend to say that he shouldn't feel that there's any animosity between us and then I even go and make peace with her shouldn't hav
Hered.

Then on friday night we went through to the arches...

There was only one car going so some of us had to get the train. we got through quite late. then we went to a pub to take the gear.
There was no problems getting in - we saw some others waiting down the front of the queue so we skipped in.
It was a good night - everyone was nutted and I ended up dancing with some blonde girl.
I thought she had been quite pretty until last night when matthew informed me that she had, in fact, been a pig.

When the club finished we wandered the streets for a while until we got to this 24-hour cafe.
I didn't like the look of it so we left and got a taxi back to morag's flat.
I couldn't sleep so I sat about drinking someone else's strawberry tonic wine and tried to keep everyone else up.

Then at ten o'clock in the morning we went downstairs to buy some drink. we had intended to watch the football in the afternoon but we'd passed out by then and slept right through it, awaking to
That england had won two-nil.
Then we went to get the train home and had a few in the station bar.
We had some stuff left from the previous night's supplies so when we got home we decided to go down to john's indie disco.
Same story as friday - lots of hugging, lots of dancing etc. etc.
I couldn't sleep again so went to the park to look at the toon, taking a detour through the playpark.
To get in we had to climb over a ten foot steel fence, which resulted in severe bruising of our hands, legs and groins, but we had a good laugh on the stuff, especially the tube-slide, which pro


Doubles up as a urinal for drunk teens.
Then we walked through the woods to have a look at the toon. big disappointment, but the mist on the lake was cool.

Sunday afternoon we go up to john's with a lot of beer in time to watch the simpsons - it was a really good episode about love always ending in tragedy except, of course, for marge and homer. it
Quite moving at the end and to tell you the truth my eyes were a bit damp.

Then we watched these young girls in swimsuits have a water fight in the street.
We went up to the pub about ten.
It was busy for a sunday night, lots of people we know, including my first ever girlfriend who I still find very attractive, quite frankly, but I didn't really speak to her
She's probably still a bitch, anyway.
Her friend gillian was there, I had a chat with her, she was still quite pleasant.
At the same time I watched malcolm make some terrible attempt to try and chat up a girl we know called jo. he made some remark about her skirt that was barely there the previous night or somethi
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I couldn't sleep again that night, thanks to some seriously disturbing nightmares...matthew says I should cut down on the cheese.

"went out for the weekend, it lasted for ever, high with our friends it's officially summer."

I got some sleep eventually on monday afternoon.
It was a beautiful day, and later that evening malcolm introduced me to the power of merrydown - ³1.79 a litre, 8.2% - mmmm.....
Judith and laura came round later and we sat in my back garden and drank.
Then matthew came round and we went up the town.
It's officially summer.

I was free again that summer
cos you're playing with a plumber,
with his own place and a car. I don't care,
I'm gonna be a pop star.
Well he can take you for a ride
and he can buy you gifts and flowers.
I'm sure he's got a nicer body then me
and maybe he can fuck go for hours and hours.
But I wonder where you and him might be when you see me on the cover of the NME.
After sell-out tours and a string of hits And I'm snorting cocaine off a supermodel's tits.
My life is going my way.
I saw you in the pub today.
And you look so ugly now.
Since you turned into a shallow disco cow.
You're no longer my gilded shackle.
So I don't have to listen to your fucking cackle.
I couldn't give a toss what you do.
And by the way, have you found out I was two-timing you?

Oh, she always used to be the same.
She'd be loose with a straight dark facial frame.
And now the things that used to turn me off, I find endearing.
And they laugh behind the trees and she lays naked in the clearing.

I adore, but I ignore her.
See, I know it won't last as I reflect upon my past.
But on severance she makes no difference.
There's things I won't let her know, as we're perfecting our show..
I won't ignore her - I think I'll phone her.
I can't explore her if I ignore her.


And now the things that used to turn me off I find endearing.
And they laugh behind the trees as she lies naked in the clearing.

But she won't beckon - is what I reckon.
She might adore me, but she'll ignore me.
Tell them to show there, and we get nowhere.
She loves my snoring, so it never get's boring.

She always used to be the same.
She'd be loose with with a straight dark facial frame.
And now the things that use to turn me off, I find endearing.
And they laugh behind the trees and she lays naked in the clearing.

It was the biggest ever cock you'd ever seen, but you've no idea where that cock has been.
You said you were careful - you never were with me.
I heard you did it four times and jonnies come in packs of three.

She was the best shag I'd ever had.
That doesn't mean I'm saying, bedwise, you were bad.
I think you were working, we got a hotel.
We didn't have anything but I thought I might as well.


I never told the rest.
I was drunk and I told you I was thinking about a test.
You know I just said it for effect.
Then you laughed and said I'd f**k anything in a skirt once I'm erect.

And she's a famous harlot in this town.
I know enough to, but still I couldn't turn her down.
He said I'm an arsehole, what was I thinking?
It's far too easy to blame it on the drinking.

Have a look in the fridge
and see what he's got.

Get in the bath
and I'll tell you the lot.

We're grown men, we should be respectable.
But to fuck with that, let's make a spectacle.

Keep climbing,
you'll see everything.

Twice round the block,
it's OK; say anything.

We hide in toilets,
we hide in a corner.

But it's not over yet,
so someone please warn her.

I could try anything when I feel like this.
With part-time friends that I could never miss.

Spill the gossip, you know it's always topical.
From where we sit tonight the city's tropical.

Works begun,
the taxi's late.

I should feel like a hippie
but all I feel is hate.

Let them say what they want, they could never make it stick.
'Cause everyone takes a turn at being a dick.

Lost on Christmas Eve eve,
he threw something down my neck.
I didn't check what it was.
When he says "Trust me," I never need to check.
Then he helped me up,
and the next thing I know we were lying naked and it had started to snow.
So I was late for work - Hungover, dazed, and freezing.
But we still made time to demonstrate how we'll wear it, come the season.
Not a creature stirred. No mother, no mouse.
But I still tip-toed down the hall and sneaked out of the house.

You always jump and quiver
When you're coming in to land
With no runway, no guidance
No nails dug into my hand.

We could have whoever we want.
We could go back to school
And see the dead laugh again.
Let's get dressed up and pull.

The only benefit of drinking.
The downside of what we take.


Some weekends I feel
Like I could always be awake.

A party in a strangers house.
Have we ever met the host?
Just smile and keep talking
And get your can for a toast.

We won't always be safe here
But this is where we reign.
Pull it tight to protect us.
We might never sleep again.

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 moanin'
But you jumpstart my seratonin
But how d'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 hungy 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 my own 'cause...

I let those feelings haunt me, they control me,
But tonight I'm letting go
You're more then 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

I wish it was someone elses blood on the jonnie.
It's in my mouth and under my nails.
I wish I'd woken up in someone elses bed.
Wish I was the wind in someone elses sails.

I've no-one in particular in mind right now.
It was inevitable we'd end up in the sack.
I should have known you'd want to try again.
But I'm looking forward now
I'm not stepping back.



My last lover's playing with a new man now.
It's only three weeks we've been apart.
They sat together and he sent her flowers.
Well he can f**king keep that fickle disco tart.

'cause I've had it up to here with little girls.
She looked ugly today day, smoking her fag.
Just like a schoolgirl trying to look grown-up.
Now I'm looking for a woman but I'll settle for a shag.

On the English Riviera with the penguins and the waders.
In a chip shop on the front with the tacky seaside traders.
In a flooded cottage kitchen by the fire that you built.
In a B & B in Peebles, underneath a rented kilt.
In Barnardo's, Cancer Research, in Shelter and Oxfam.
In a quiet pub in Skipton, on a rusty Blackpool tram.
The Pleasure Beach and Coral Island, at the end of the North Pier.
On the moors with the wild ponies and the sheep shit and the deer.

In a corner of the Sub Club.
On the Art School's old dance floor.
In the hall and in the bath, just outside the downstairs door.
On a hillside in the Trossachs,
on the busy NY streets, in a hotel by a park, it's written in the sheets.

In the sand at Ilfracombe,
halfway up the A82,
the tallest cinema in Europe,
standing sighing in the queue.
The all-night garages of Glasgow,
the freezing streets of Aberdeen,
in every corner, every room and every bed we've ever been.

That's where we've left our love.

Not everything must end
Not every romance must descend
Not every lover's pact decays
Not every sad mistake replays

If you can love my growing gut
My rotten teeth and greying hair
Then I can guarantee I'll do
The same as long as you can bear

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
And 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

But plates may smash and doors may slam
My comments may 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 sulf and shout and squeal
But please don't doubt the way I feel
Cause when the Sun burns up the earth
Our progeny will raise a can
Here's to where it all began
And every day I hear the world
Is cracking up, the end is near
I hear we all should live in fear

Bullies, burglers, paedophiles
Bird flu and passive smoke
(They're coming!)
Volcanoes, earthquakes, tidal waves
Heart disease and strokes
(They're coming!)
Terrorists with homemade poisons
And factions everywhere
(They're coming!)
They're drinking in the street
And they could steal your name
And I don't care!