The Boy With The Arab Strap
Belle And SebastianVersion1
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A mile and a half on a bus takes a long time, The odour of old prison food
takes a long time to pass you by
Day upon day of this wandering gets you down, nobody gives you a chance or a
dollar in this old town
Hovering silence from you is a giveaway, squalor and smoke's not your style
I don't like this place, We better go
Then I compare notes with your older sister, I am a lazy get, she is as pure
as the cold driven snow
What did you learn from your time in the solitary cell of your mind?
There was noises, distractions from anything good and the old prison food
Colour my life with the chaos of trouble
Cause anything's better than posh isolation, I missed the bus, You were laid
on your back
With the boy with the arab strap
With the boy from the arab strap
It's something to speak of the way you are feeling to crowds there assembled
Do you ever feel you have gone too far?
Everyone suffers in silence a burden, the man who drives minicabs down in Old Compton
The Asian man With his love/hate affair with his racist clientele
A central location for you is a must as you stagger about making free with
your lewd and lascivious boasts
We all know you are soft because we've all seen you dancing
We know you are hard because we all saw you drinking from noon until noon again
You're the boy with the filthy laugh
You're the boy with the arab strap
Strapped to the table with suits from the shelter shop
Comic celebrity takes a back seat as the cigarette catches and sets off the smoke alarm
What do you make of the cool set in London?
You're constantly updating your hit parade of your ten biggest wanks
She's a waitress and she's got style
Sunday bathtime could take a while
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Readable chord sheet for The Boy With The Arab Strap by Belle And Sebastian
[G] [G]A mile and a half on a bus takes a long time, The odour of old prison food takes a long time to [C]pass you by [G]Day upon day of this wandering gets you down, nobody gives you a chance or a dollar in [C]this old town [G]Hovering silence from you is a giveaway, squalor and smoke's not your style I don't like this place, [C]We better go [G]Then I compare notes with your older sister, I am a lazy get, she is as pure as the [C]cold driven snow [D][G] [G]What did you learn from your time in the solitary cell of your mind? There was noises, distractions from [C]anything good and the old prison food [G]Colour my life with the chaos of trouble [G]Cause anything's better than posh isolation, I missed the bus, You were laid on your back With the boy with the arab [D]strap With the boy from the arab [G]strap [G] [C] [G] [C] [D] [C] [G] It's [G]something to speak of the way you are feeling to crowds there assembled Do you ever feel you have [C]gone too far? [G]Everyone suffers in silence a burden, the man who drives minicabs down in Old Compton The [C]Asian man With his love/hate affair with his racist [D]clientele A [G]central location for you is a must as you stagger about making free with your lewd and [C]lascivious boasts We [G]all know you are soft because we've all seen you dancing We know you are hard because we all saw you drinking from [C]noon until noon again You're the boy with the filthy [D]laugh You're the boy with the arab [G]strap [G] [C] [G] [C] [G]Strapped to the table with suits from the shelter shop Comic celebrity takes a back seat as the [C]cigarette catches and sets off the smoke alarm [G]What do you make of the cool set in London? You're constantly updating your hit parade of your [C]ten biggest wanks She's a waitress and she's got [D]style Sunday bathtime could take a while [G]