Monday at the Hug & Pint
Album - 21 aprile 2003 - Debaser id 55901

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 no 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

There are no set rules to follow, just a big black gaping hollow that we fall into and hope that it means love. And the beasts snapping at your feet keep barking that you're incomplete. Ignore them, but heed the beasts above. So if you see me coming you better whistle or start humming 'cause otherwise, I'll tell you now that I'll just walk right by 'cause lover, when I drink, I'm dozy but I fancy getting cosy and I heard a rumour that I might have caught your eye. So come on darling, break my heart. Mess me around and shag all my friends, 'cause we can't waste what we can't even start and it's best to go out with a bang when a wee disaster ends.

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 "hello, stranger, how you been keeping?" And I'd tell you I've never 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.
"Fuck me," says he, "fuck you," 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?

"Why does she always have bruises? They'd be much happier apart"
the fact is, you've always been clumsy
be it with tables at your work or with my heart.