Belle & Sebastian - The boy with the arab strap

Tras la resaca de la paliza del Barcelona de ayer a esos once que iban de blanco, hoy toca poner a un grupo que ya estaba tardando en poner, Belle & Sebastian, veterano grupo de Glasgow formado hace nada menos que 14 años. Debutaron ese mismo año grabando Tigermilk, su primer Lp del que tan sólo se editaron mil copias en vinilo (tres años más tarde se reeditaría). Ese mismo año también grabarían, de la mano de la discográfica Jeepster Records, su segundo album de estudio, If You're Feeling Sinister, después vendrían The boy with the arab strap (1998), I Fold Your Hands Child, You Walk Like A Peasant (2000) y siete discos más durante esta última década, el último Write About Love del pasado mes de Octubre.

Os dejo con The boy with the arab strap, canción que pertenece a su tercer album y también está incluida en la banda sonora de Definitivamente quizás.

Feliz martes!

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
When you've been inside
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 gett, she is as pure as the cold driven snow
She accepts my confession

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
Because anything's better than posh isolation
I missed the bus
You were laid on your back
With the boy from 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 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