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The Libertines
The Libertines


Background information
Origin London, England
Genre(s) Post-punk Revival
Garage Rock Revival
Indie Rock
Years active 1997—present
Label(s) Rough Trade Records
Associated acts Razorlight
Dirty Pretty Things
The Chavs
Babyshambles
Yeti
Members
Pete Doherty
Carl Barât
Gary Powell
John Hassall
Former members
Johnny Borrell
Steve Bedlow
Paul Dufour



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The Libertines Album


Up the Bracket (10/14/2002)
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What A Waster (bonus track)
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Mockingbird (bonus track)
. . .


Koreema know just what it is she does
It cant be hard for her to get a buzz
Down in the street below
You can hear the drunken prophet sing
"I know whats on your mind my boy
I can see oh everything
Lead pipes are fortune made well
Take a tip from me
Climb up to her window ledge or you'll forever be

Just walking under ladders as the people round you hear you crying please"

Who really knows just what it is she does
It cant be hard for her
To get a buzz
The rapture of vertigo
And letting go
Me myself i was never sure
Was it the liquor
Or was it my soul?

. . .


From way far across the sea
Came an Eritrean maiden she
Had a one track mind and eyes for me
Half blinded in the war

With a pale young Anglican
Who said he'd help her all he can
Showed her Jesus and his little unholy friend
She had no mind to please him
Just say 'ta-ra' and leave him behind

There's a little boy in a stairwell who
Says "I hate people like you,
I got match sticks and cable TV
Half of less than 50p"
We all clambered over the balcony
Banging on the window waking Steve
Bringing with a true love his unholy friend
Singing if you really need it
You just wont leave it behind

So baby please kill me
Oh baby don't kill me
But don't bring that ghost 'round to my door
I don't wanna see him anymore

Please kill me
Oh baby don't kill me
Just don't bang on about yesterday
I wouldn't know about that anyway

Monkey said to the mouse before
If she loved anybody more than he
It turns you into stone now
And I'm reversing down a lonely street
Cheap hotel where I can meet the past
Play it off and keep it sweet
Ah, It's sweet like nothing oh
It's just like nothing at all

Yes I've seen you there
How could I help but stare
It rips the heart out of your baby
Taken far too much to see or think or touch
Whats real stranded on this street
That paved my only way home
If you really need it oh
You just won't leave it behind

Oh, please kill me
Oh no don't kill me
Don't bring that ghost round to my door
I don't wanna see him anymore

Please kill me
Oh no don't kill me
Don't go on about yesterday
You know I wouldn't know about that any way oh no

He got nothing oh
He got nothing at all
He got nothing oh
He got nothing at all

. . .


I've been following
Your minds instructions
Oh how just to slowly, sharply screw myself to death

Ah yes, there is a screw
It's pointed at my head

Then look a dream peddlar
And a stick of light through my bones
"Don't get on the wrong one"
"Oh you and you what's your game"

Laying me down to waste laying me down
Pin me up or put me down
Uh uh uh uh oh
Now let it all go

It's a horror show, you should come on round
Horror show, the horse is brown
Uh uh oh left something in Moscow

She said "I'll show you a picture
A picture of tomorrow
There's nothing changing
It's all sorrow
Oh no please dont show me
I'm a swine, you don't wanna know me

I've been following
Your minds instructions
Oh how just to slowly, sharply screw myself to death

Ah yes, there is a screw
It's pointed at my head

Laying me down to waste laying me down
Pin me up or put me down
Uh uh uh uh oh
Now let it all go

It's a horror show, you should come on round
Horror show, the horse is brown
Uh uh oh left something in Moscow

I've been following
Your minds instructions
Oh how just to slowly, sharply screw myself to death

Ah yes, there is a screw
It's pointed at my head

Laying me down to waste laying me down
Pin me up or put me down
Uh uh uh uh oh
Now let it all go

It's a horror show, you should come on round
Horror show, the horse is brown
Uh uh oh left something in Moscow

. . .


Did you see the stylish kids in the riot
Shovelled up like muck
Set the night on fire
Wombles bleed truncheons and shields
You know I cherish you my love

But there's a rumour spread nasty disease around town
Caught around the houses with your trousers down
A head rush in the bush
You know I cherish you my love
Oh how I cherish you my love

Tell me what can you want
Now you've got it all I've seen is obscene
Time will strip it away, a year and a day
And Bill Bones,
Bill Bones knows what I mean

Yes it's eating, it's chewing me up
It's not right for young lungs to be coughing up blood
And it's all
It's all in my hands
It's all up the walls

The stale chips are up and the hopes stakes are down
Its these ignorant faces that bring this town down
Yeah I sighed and sunken with pride
You know passed myself down on my knees
Yes I passed myself down on my knees

Now tell me what can you want
When you've got it all I've seen is obscene
Time will strip it away, a year and a day
And Bill Bones,
Bill Bones knows what I mean

There are fewer more distressing sights than that
Of an Englishman in a baseball cap
And we'll die in the class we were born
That's a class of our own my love
A class of our own my love

Did you see the stylish kids in the riot
Shovelled up like muck
Set the night on fire
Wombles bleed truncheons and shields
You know I cherish you my love
And I cherish you my love.

. . .


You walk in like you never seen the light,
You walk in like it every night,
But I've never seen you dance and I never heard you sing,
So how could it mean a single thing?

It's all so rudimentary

You're talking like your handy in a fight,
You talk about it every night,
But I've never seen those flowers in the barrell of your gun,
All I've ever seen you do is run,

It's nice of you to mention

But tell me baby how does it feel?
I know you like the roll of the limousine wheel yeah
And they all get them out for (- they all get them out)
For the boys in the band (- only for the boys in the band)
They twist and they shout for (- they twist and they scream and shout)
For the boys in the band (- only for the boys in the band)

You walk in like you never seen the light
You walk in like it every night
But then I stopped to think and I asked myself 'why?'
It's one of those things that darling you must try

It's all so rudimentary

And now I'm jealous I'm jealous of my own
I've no homestead but through these hearts I will roam yeah
They all get them out (- they all get them out)
For the boys in the band (- only for the boys in the band)
They scream and they shout for (- they twist and they scream and shout)
For they boys in the band (- only for the boys in the band)

(guitar solo)

But tell me baby how does it feel?
I know you like the roll of the limousine wheel yeah
And they all get them out for (- they all get them out)
For the boys in the band (- only for the boys in the band)
They scream and they shout for (- they twist and they scream and shout)
For the boys in the band (- only for the boys in the band)

Yes they all want them out for (- they all want them out)
For they boys in the band (- only for the boys in the band)
They scream and they shout for (- they twist and they scream and shout)
For the boys in the band (- only for the boys in the band)

. . .


If I get the call
I'll call across radio America
Right across America I will call
Yes I will call across radio America
Right across America I will call
If call I must do
To take my love, my love to you

And all across Africa, China and Australia
I will call
Call you down in New Mexico, New Brighton and Tokyo
I will call
If call we must do
To take my love, my love to you

For well it may hap that these are they:
Your happiest days
Oh my good old friend
I see you chanced your arm again

The red faced president
Took afternoon tea with her majesty Queen
And they watched old films flicker
Across the old palace screen, crying
"What a shame as she slipped in the rain
Poor dancing girl well she won't dance again"
And they tell me this was a transmission
To take my love, my love to you
And only to you
Yes this was a transmission
To take my love, my love to
You (repeated)

. . .


Yelled:
Get out of it

I saw two shadow men on the Vallance road
They said they'd pay me for your address
Oh, I was so bold
I said, you see these two cold fingers
These crooked fingers I show?
You's a way to mean no
Well, they didn't like that much, I can tell you
They said, sunshine, I wouldn't wanna be in your shoes
And they chased me up three flights of stairs
Caught me in the lift, I sighed and said hello
But you're impossible

But it's just like he's in another world
He doesn't see the danger on show
He'll wind up like Joseph, bloody in the hole
It's just like she's in another world
How they suit each other, oh
But you never get close
It's impossible

Saw the same two men on the Cally road
Said now they'd double their offer, I was so bold
To say, you see these two cold fingers, I know
These crooked fingers I show?
Oh, you's a way to mean no

But it's just like he's in another world
He doesn't see the danger on show
He'll end up like Joseph, bloody in a hole
It's just like she's in another world
And how they suit each other, oh, no
Oh, you never get close
Unstoppable

It's just like we're in another world
How we suit each other, oh, no
But you never get close
That's close enough

. . .


I've got a little secret for ya

Even now there's something
To be proud about
You come up the hard way
And they'll remind you every day
You're nothing

Oh my words in your mouth
Are mumbled all about
You're like a journalist
How you can cut and paste and twist
You're awful

Tell it to your king
Tell him everything you know
Tell him you know how I feel
Tell him you know how I feel at the palace gates
Oh I'm all levered off my face
And just to work out what it's on about
And see snakes in eyes
And danger signs

If you were late you mustn't dare complain
And you won't like this at all
There's nothing to break your fall

Oh tell it to your king
Tell him everything you know
And you know how I feel out of place
Until I'm levered off my face
And I can't work out what your on about
Didn't they explain
You have to play the game, oh-oh

He drinks and smokes his cares away
His heart is in the lonely way
Living in the ruins
Of a castle built on sand

. . .


The boy looked at Johnny and said
My word that was fun
When he did it with his hat on
Like in a saddle with his gun
We're in slow motion eating breakfast
At the side view hotel
Oh sipping down a treat
Everything's going so well

New York city's very pretty in the night time
But don't you miss Soho
Where everybody goes
La de di la de di da diddy

The boy looked at Johnny
He said "Don't you know who I think I am"
Well I knew you once before
Now Im trying all I can

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
No no no no no
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

New York city's very pretty in the night time
But don't you miss Soho
Where everybody goes
La de di la de di da diddy

. . .


All animals we are
Round the bench, in the park
Your sisters in the dark today
Watery pinned eyes, my soul
Has gone a little cold

And maybe, maybe next year
If it isn't too dear
We'll get ourselves
Some good time girls
Remember when you pay
You'll pay in many many ways

And he's crossing the road
To get his daily sport

Oh now they're begging you
They're begging you, what will you do?
Oh lord, they're begging you
Your friend begging you
What will you do?

And have you heard the singer
Said he's a dead ringer for
A feeling that I used to know
Oh she cries "Oh hell, oh no
It's a funny way to go"

And he's crossing the road
Picking up his daily sport

Oh now they're begging you
They're begging you, what will you do?
Oh lord they're begging you
Your friends begging you
What will you do?

. . .


Queen Bodecia is long dead and gone
Still then the spirit in her children's children's children it lives on

But if you've lost your faith in love and music the end wont be long
Because if its gone for you then i too may lose it and that would be wrong
Tried so hard to keep myself from falling
Back into my bad old ways
And it chars my heart to always hear you calling
Calling for the good old days
Cos there were no good old days
These are the good old days

And its not about, tenements and needles
And all the evils in their eyes and the backs of their minds
Daisy chains and school yard games
A list of things we said we'd do tomorrow
List of things we said we'd do tomorrow

The arcadian dream so fallen through
But the Albion sails on course
Let's man the decks and hoist the rigging
Because the pig mans found the source
And theres twelve rude boys on the oars
(they're singing "row row row")

. . .


You caught me in the middle dazed on the carpet
I was following the lines that move like more snakes thinking
Something aint quite right
You got the devil on your side standing to your right come on

You caught me in the middle dazed and confused
I was following the good steps fancy free and footlose
And 'something aint quite right'
But if you get them on your side then we'll have a good time come on now come on

I get along, i get along, i get along, i get along,.... get along

It's coming out my ears so baby here's what we'll do
Theres 10 for you and 6 for him and 4 for them and let me see
Now something aint quite right
You can get them on your side then we'll have a good time come on

I get along, i get along, i get along, i get along, get along

I get along singing my song, people tell me i'm wrong
Fuck 'em

It's coming out my ears so baby here's what we'll do
Theres 10 for you and 6 for him and 4 for them
Now something aint quite right
You got the devil on your side standing to your right come on

I get along, i get along, i get along, i get along
And when i do im singing... get along

. . .


What a waster, what a fucking waster
You pissed it all up the wall
Round the corner where they chased her
There's tears coming out from everywhere
The city's hard
The city's fair
Get back inside, you've got nothing on
No, mind your bleedin' own you two bob cunt

When she wakes up in the morning
She writes down all her dreams
Reads like the Book of Revelations
Or the Beano, or the unabridged Ulysses
Oh, I really wanna know
So tell me
Where does all the money go, where does all the money go
Straight, straight up her nose

And I never really liked it any way
So much preferred it the other way, yeah

What a divvy, what a fucking div
Talking like a moron, walking like a spiv
I was laying in bed, paying my rent
He was knocking on the door for something that she lent her brother
Meanwhile from under the covers she says
Save me from tommorow now, save me from tommorow
Oh no
Oh no, not me

And I never really liked it any way
So much preferred it the other way, yeah
Never really liked it any way
So much preferred it the other way, yeah

What a waster, what a fucking waster
You pissed it all up the wall
Round the corner where they chased her
There's tears coming out from everywhere
The city's hard
The city's fair
Get back inside you've got nothing on
No, mind your bleedin' own you two bob cunt

What a waster, what a fucking waster
You pissed it all up the wall
Round the corner where they chased her
There's tears coming out from everywhere
The city's hard
The city's fair
Get back inside you've got nothing on
No, mind your bleedin' own you two bob cunt

. . .


I won me a mocking bird a mocking bird a mocking bird
I won me a mocking bird when i gambled all night long
Mocking bird was squaking bird squaking bird squaking bird
Mocking bird was squaking bird squakin all night long

I tried for the money but i just wasnt able
Had two more drinks and then i slipped under the table
And she mocked me all night long

Drinks served by a Chinese girl Chinese girl Chinese girl
Drinks served by a Chinese girl Chinese all night long

She said
"You can look my boy but you cant touch,
You got a jack a five and a couple of threes,
I got the royal flush"
She mocked me all night long

. . .


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