About "Philophobia" album:
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"Philophobia" by Arab Strap, which was released in 1998 and consists of 7 songs.
The bed's a mess when we're finished and at rest, and I can just see the post-fuck flush across your chest.
The telly's silent, the room's lit only by the screen, and now we're perfect moulds with just our pulses in between.
Well I'm not listening to what my mother said - what we're doing inside my bed.
And I'm not pretending this time you're someone else, but I'm cleaning these sheets all by myself.
Afterwards is best. you get up to get dressed - I think your pants are by the door. I think tomorrow we might be sore.
Even in this light, your tits look white against the tanning, and I know we're a couple now 'cause we went down the family planning.
It hit me in the waiting room waiting for you when you were getting what you need.
Here We Go
How am I supposed to walk you home when you're at least fifty feet ahead?
Cause you walked off in a huff and I'm that pissed I can't even remember what it was I said.
And I don't doubt you wouldn't touch him now, but let's face it, you always use to go for that kind.
And if you ever really wanted two men at once, all I'm saying is I better be one of the guys you've got in mind.
Here we go same time, same place.
I don't like the way you kiss his face.
It's not that there's no trust as such.
I'd love to make up but I've had to much.
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.
My Favourite Muse
I pulled the ex last night, and it felt weird to feel her up again.
Knickers down, and bra cast as if the past and not passed.
And she brought the drinks all night, but that's okay, now she's got a job.
Her generosity - my curse. she even let me keep her purse.
But I couldn't get it up - too much to drink, too much to say.
She picked her clothes up off the floor and promptly headed for the door.
I was just trying to use my favourite muse.
Not Quite A Yes
Why could I not speak? you're not so unique. my eyes stayed on the floor.
I make a little suggestion, before I pop the question. but I was far too out my face.
I was out my face.
"it's the first time in ages I've actually had the guts to ask, but I'm feeling particularly confident tonight, if you know what I mean. but that's the thing - you don't know what I mean. t
Ason I fancy you in the first place is is the same reason we won't get on, you're just not into it. I mean, you're cute and you're innocent and you're nice and all that, but you barely even drin
No meeting was I granted. but now the seed's been planted. and now you're in the know.
Too steaming too impress. not a know, not quite a yes.
One Day, After School
I said with me around she'd never come to harm.
And then she took a fork and stabbed herself in the arm.
She used to wank me off but I could never heat her up.
And she use to tell all her friends that I beat her up.
I went round to her house one day after, after school.
She'd bought me this steel ladybird thing, it was really cool.
And then she said she thought there was no future for us.
She chucked me then, chucked me out, and I cried all over the bus.
And that sunday was my first experience of feeling alone.
When she wouldn't answer her door and she wouldn't answer her phone.
You'd already been half an hour with pre-clubbing shower and I'd always planned to have a look in your special winnie the pooh book. the place was marked and it was there in blue and white - it
Said simply, "paul stayed last night."
Next I was on the bog and you got down on one knee.
You were protesting your innocence and you started to cry as I started to pee.
You said, "i didn't shag him, he slept on the couch in the kitchen.
He might as well be a girl, he's a good for a laugh and he's good for bitchin'."
You said you'd never be willing or able.
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