We've been trying to think of a first dance song for ages as we don't really ever dance to anything together, so we don't really have "our song". We both have quite different tastes in music, however someone suggested "you do something to me" by Paul Weller and we both quite like it. It's also quite first dancy.
I previously suggested to my H2B "it must be love" by Madness as we both like madness and I sing it when I'm missing him (he's in the Army), but we dismissed it as it wouldn't be very easy to dance to in a massive frock.
Anyway, H2B suggested this weekend that we should have "the boy with the arab strap" by Belle and Sebastian and it suddenly seemed like the obvious choice. It's not at all weddingy, but we have a history with the song. Basically, when I met him I used to wind him up about him having terrible taste in music (my opinion, not necessarily yours!). One day I went round and he was playing "the boy with the arab strap" and I started dancing along because it was the theme music from teachers which I used to watch.
We've had a long standing play arguement ever since that whenever we hear it I always call it teachers and he gets cross and says it's the boy with the arab strap then we get in a big play arguement about his music taste. I always smile when I hear it now and think of him.
Anyway, I was wondering what your opinions were. It's really not the kind of song that you'd have as a first dance, but as it means something to us, maybe we should have it.
The lyrics are (in case you don't know it):
A mile and a half on a bus takes a long timeThe 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
Cause 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 cause we've all seen you dancing
We know you are hard cause 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
