Just when you think Arab Strap's career Renaissance might have peaked, up turns this new track. An album Half Told Tales is to follow on 4th September. So we will
have a while yet to bask in the glow of this caustic little gem. The music rumbles along in the background in a deceptive electro disco until a menacing guitar like a travelling express train breaks the dissociated cool with unsettling ease, then a descending trills of notes, and ends with a series of monumental crangs. Meanwhile Aidan Moffat bemoans the hole in his shoe, but as the song progresses grumbles increasingly about his physical state of aging deterioration in explicit detail. Until he lets out this rage not just at what he's become, but what the world has become, with protesters being treated as terrorists, the false faith in AI as the saviour of no one. And as part of a music buisness now completely beholden to the internet, how can any of us escape becoming hypocritical by association? So this is punchy stuff. Not afraid to broach the controversies of our age. It's utterly brilliant.
have a while yet to bask in the glow of this caustic little gem. The music rumbles along in the background in a deceptive electro disco until a menacing guitar like a travelling express train breaks the dissociated cool with unsettling ease, then a descending trills of notes, and ends with a series of monumental crangs. Meanwhile Aidan Moffat bemoans the hole in his shoe, but as the song progresses grumbles increasingly about his physical state of aging deterioration in explicit detail. Until he lets out this rage not just at what he's become, but what the world has become, with protesters being treated as terrorists, the false faith in AI as the saviour of no one. And as part of a music buisness now completely beholden to the internet, how can any of us escape becoming hypocritical by association? So this is punchy stuff. Not afraid to broach the controversies of our age. It's utterly brilliant.
I've got a hole in my shoe that lets in rain
And another new lump in another vein
I've got pills for breakfast every day
To keep my pains and fears at bay
I've got a portly paunch I just can't shift
I feel undesired, dismissed, adrift
My get-up-and-go is long gone
And the days keep dragging on.
I've got a hole in my head that can’t be filled
Time is never spent, it's only killed
I'm always bored, it seems nothing excites me
My own limbic system fights me
I've got watchlists I'll never watch
And pruritus scroti in my crotch
I've got a seething sadness in my soul
That might just swallow me whole
As the tyrannised unite and fight
There’s a fiery frog in my throat now
From all that singing: Bella ciao!
I've got my day in court that can't be missed
'Cause the government claims I'm a terrorist;
I fear for my son, I fear for my daughter
But in this world of slaughter
And if you're streaming this song on Spotify
Then we both fund weapons-grade AI
But if it wasn't here, then how would you hear it?
We're over a barrel, but we don't have to cheer it
I don't know what the fuck to do
When hypocrisy reigns and nothing is true
And nobody pays for abhorrent behaviour
Fuck these demagogues cosplaying saviours
Lyrics Arab Strap 2026
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