The Libertines (lyrics, singer, fan, discography, cover)

Rainard Jalen · 03-03-2008, 04:59 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Crowquill

No, just no.

I don't think I could've summed it up any better myself

sweet_nothing · 03-03-2008, 05:48 PM

I don't think Dirty Pretty Things are terrible, and can't say anything about Babyshambles though.

crow t robot · 03-08-2008, 02:10 AM

such a sad story...I like their 2nd album a lot, but Up the Bracket is f'ing fantastic! Everytime I hear it, I want to get wasted and break furniture..

blainey · 03-13-2008, 06:44 AM

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

blainey · 03-13-2008, 06:46 AM

If you read the above post and still think Alex Turner writes better songs then Pete Doherty than you're retarded or an AM fan boy. High school poetry students can write with more meaning then Alex Turner.

Urban Hat€monger ? · 03-13-2008, 01:02 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by blainey

High school poetry students can write with more meaning then Alex Turner.

And irritating scruffy no talent smack heads too?

sweet_nothing · 03-13-2008, 01:07 PM

Drugs do give inspiration...look at Herion by the Velvet Underground.

~~Farfisa~~ · 03-13-2008, 02:53 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by sweet_nothing

Drugs do give inspiration...look at Herion by the Velvet Underground.

"taking drugs to make music take drugs" - Spacemen 3

GravitySlips · 03-13-2008, 02:54 PM

look at every song Bardo Pond ever made

sweet_nothing · 03-13-2008, 03:22 PM

Waiting for the Man- Velvet Underground (song about buying herion)
White Light/White Heat-Velvet Underground
(song about speed)

nuff said...

03-08-2008, 02:10 AM	#83 (permalink)
crow t robot Music Addict Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: Start, Louisiana Posts: 230	such a sad story...I like their 2nd album a lot, but Up the Bracket is f'ing fantastic! Everytime I hear it, I want to get wasted and break furniture.. __________________ PS - This is what part of the alphabet would look like if Q and R were eliminated...

03-13-2008, 06:44 AM	#84 (permalink)
blainey Groupie Join Date: Mar 2008 Posts: 14	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

03-13-2008, 06:46 AM	#85 (permalink)
blainey Groupie Join Date: Mar 2008 Posts: 14	If you read the above post and still think Alex Turner writes better songs then Pete Doherty than you're retarded or an AM fan boy. High school poetry students can write with more meaning then Alex Turner.

03-13-2008, 02:54 PM	#89 (permalink)
GravitySlips Music Addict Join Date: May 2007 Posts: 1,578	look at every song Bardo Pond ever made