Loch Leven

by Arab Strap

From the album: The Cunted Circus

Track 3 of 16 on The Cunted Circus (2003).

Duration: 3:17

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Lyrics for Loch Leven

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

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More from The Cunted Circus

  1. Intro
  2. Who Named The Days?
  3. Loch Leven
  4. Here We Go
  5. Soaps
  6. Fucking Little Bastards
  7. Meanwhile, At The Bar, A Drunkard Muses
  8. Peep-Peep
  9. The Good Part
  10. The Shy Retirer
  11. Act Of War
  12. Packs Of Three
  13. Flirt
  14. Why Can't This Be Love
  15. You Shook Me All Night Long
  16. Glue