OK lets compare the lyrics of Pete Doherty to Alex Turner.
Pete Doherty
Time For Heroes
did you see the stylish kids in the riot
we were 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 round the houses with your trousers down
a headrush in the bush
you know i cherish you my love
how i cherish you my love
what can you want now you've got it all
she says it's obscene
time will strip it away
a year and a day
and bill bones
bill bones he knows what i mean
yes it's eating no it's chewing me up
it's not right for young lungs to be coughing up blood
oh it's all
it's all in my hands
and its all up the walls
the stale chips are up and the hopes stakes are down
it's 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
what can you want now you've got it all
she says it's obscene
time will strip it away
a year and a day
and bill bones, he knows what i mean
there are fewer more distressing sights than that
of an englishman in a baseball cap
yeah we'll die in the class we were born
that's a class of our own my love
we're in a class of our own my love
did you see the stylish kids in the riot
we were shovelled up like muck
then set the night on fire
wombles bleed truncheons and shields
you know i cherish you my love
oh how i cherish you my love
versus
Alex Turner
I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
Stop making the eyes at me
I'll stop making the eyes at you
And what it is that suprises me
Is that I don't really want you to
And your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night)
Oh, but you're an explosion (you're dynamite)
Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand
Lighting the fuse might result in a bang, with a bang-go!
I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
I don't know if you're looking for romance, or
I don't know what you're looking for
I said I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
From 1984!
I wish you'd stop ignoring me
Because you're sending me to despair
Without a sound, yeah, you're calling me
And I don't think it's very fair
That your shoulders are frozen (colder than night)
Oh, but you're an explosion (you're dynamite)
Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand
Lighting the fuse might result in a bang, with a bang-go!
I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
I don't know if you're looking for romance, or
I don't know what you're looking for
I said I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
From 1984!
Oh, there ain't no love, no Montagues or Capulets
Just banging tunes and DJ sets
And dirty dancefloors and dreams of naughtiness!
I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
I don't know if you're looking for romance, or
I don't know what you're looking for
I said I bet that you look good on the dancefloor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
From 1984!
AND
Pete Doherty
The Good Old Days
Queen Boadicea is long dead and gone.
Still now the sprit in her children’s children’s children lives on.
And if you've lost your faith and love of music oh the end wont be long.
Because if its come then I too may loose it and that would be wrong.
I've tried so hard to keep myself from falling back to 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.
It’s not about tenements and needles,
or all the evils in the eyes and the backs of their minds
Daisy chains and schoolyard games, and a list of things we said we'd do tomorrow, a 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 there’s twelve rude boys on the oars.
They’re singing "row row row"
Versus
Alex Turner
Mardy Bum
Now then Mardy Bum
I see your frown
And it's like looking down the barrel of a gun
And it goes off
And out come all these words
Oh there's a very pleasant side to you
A side I much prefer
It's one that laughs and jokes around
Remember cuddles in the kitchen
Yeah, to get things off the ground
And it was up, up and away
Oh, but it's right hard to remember
That on a day like today when you're all argumentative
And you've got the face on
Well now then Mardy Bum
Oh I'm in trouble again, aren't I
I thought as much
Cause you turned over there
Pulling that silent disappointment face
The one that I can't bare
Can't we laugh and joke around
Remember cuddles in the kitchen
Yeah, to get things off the ground
And it was up, up and away
Oh, but it's right hard to remember
That on a day like today when you're all argumentative
And you've got the face on
Yeah I'm sorry I was late
Well I missed the train
And then the traffic was a state
And I can't be arsed to carry on in this debate
That reoccurs ,oh when you say I don't care
Well of course I do, yeah I clearly do!
So laugh and joke around
Remember cuddles in the kitchen
Yeah, to get things off the ground
And it was up, up and away
Still it's right hard to remember
That on a day like today when you're all argumentative
And you've got the face on
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