Peter Doherty Sheepskin Tearaway

She opened her heart

To a tearaway (sheepskin tearaway)

He was covered in scars

And full of heroin

Everyone said from the start

Not one single thing, could ever be OK

She didn’t listen any way…

She just opened her heart

Threw her cares away

At night he helt her so tight in the dark

He brushed her hair away

She heard him say

All my life I’ve been fighting

And making the best of

a really very bad lot, very bad lot, veryy bad lot indee-eed,

All you’re fighting got you nowhere

If nowhere’s here with you

On my skin

And you could fight forever

But if you killed them all

You’d never win

So give me your surrender

There are other ways

To kill the pain

But this will never mend you

It’s like trying to dry your eyes in the pouring rain

she opened her heart

to a tearaway (sheepskin tearaway)

All covered in scars

and full of heroin

Tearaway, sheepskin tearaway

sheep, sheep, sheep, sheep, sheep

sheepskin tearaway

Peter Doherty The Whole World Is Our Playground

You used to bowl around after dark

Blowing your hope and your smoke in the rain

I lit a little fire off your chimney spark

And I knew I would never see you naked again

The whole world is our playground

The whole world is our playground

The whole world is our playground

Take the night by the hand

And set it on fire again

I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know

I don’t know where to start, to begin

This song from my hide away

But I know that you know

I know you’ve been where I’ve been

It’s killing you everyday

It’s healing you anyway

If I ever heard this song on the radio

I swear I’d go out of my mind

But I try not to think about you every minute or so

But they, they sold you as a prize

The whole world is our playground

The whole world is our playground

The whole world is our playground

Take the night by the hand

And set it on fire again

The kitchen light is too bright

And the light of your mind is a sin

It’s killing you everyday

It’s healing you anyway

Peter Doherty Broken Love Song

Take a broken love song

Keep it by your side

Never be lonely

Find a place to hide

By the west way

Inside the scrubs

How long must we wait?

For they’re killing us?

Killing us

Oh

They are the loneliest

They are the loneliest

They are the loneliest

They are the loneliest

Still

Through my cell window

Hear the loft boys sing

Come on you R’s

Carried on the wind

Every morning

I’ll be singing

Like a caged bird who might say

John, Paul, George and Ringo

Help me pass the hours away

Free as a bird

Would I be

Another dawn creeps up on me

On me

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

They are the loneliest

They are the loneliest

They are the loneliest

They are the loneliest

Still

Letters from faceless haters

That’d love to

See my swinging in my cell

Oh I never saw a man

who looked like such a wistful eye,

upon the little tent of blue prisoners

call the sky

They are the loneliest

They are the loneliest

They are the loneliest

They are the loneliest

Still

Peter Doherty Oily Boker

Still steadfast and strong

Remains my faith in song

I’ve seen a tender, violent throne

Ride the violence, the violence

Through we keep these songs on

On y va, Arcadia

Guard the house, you monkey mouse

On y va, oh la la

Someone forgot to say Oily Boker

Gentle man all day, Oily Boker

Stalters and full throttles

Well these days they’re few, they’re few and far between

I think I’ll register my name

I’ll register my name with a 60 skin puppet string

On y va, Arcadia

Guard the house, you monkey mouse

On y va, ouh la la

Someone forgot to say Oily Boker

Gentle man all day, Oily Boker

It’s all a little too close to home

It’s all a little too close to the bone

It’s all a little too close to home

It’s a little too close to the bone

It’s all a little too close to home

It’s all a little too close to the bone

Someone forgot to say Oily Boker

Gentle man all day, Oily Boker

Peter Doherty Arcady

1,2,1,2,3,4

In Arcady, your life trips along

It’s pure and simple as the shepherd’s song

Seraphic pipes along the way in Arcady

In Arcady, In Arcady

Never saw I such a scene

Such maids upon such a molten green

They employ their holiday with dance and game

And things I may never name

In Arcady, In Arcady

You said he was your teacher

Taught you true and wise

But now you know more than your teacher

I see nothing but cool self-regard in your eyes

In Arcady

So you see how twisted it becomes

See how quickly twisted it becomes

When the cat gut binds my ankles to your bedstead

That ain’t love, no that ain’t love

Said he was your teacher

Taught you true and wise

Now you know more than your teacher

I see nothing but cool self-regard in your eyes

In Arcady, In Arcady

In Arcady (In Arcady)

In Arcady your life trips along

Pure and simple as the shepherd’s song

Seraphic pipes along the way in Arcady

In Arcady, In Arcady, In Arcady, In Arcady

Peter Doherty She Is Far

Blues and greys and greens across the river

We went into winter London parks, my darling

Monuments for blood spilt in foreign lands

It’s on our hands, it’s all across our faces

Photographs in paper bags

And she is far

She’s getting so much further every day

Well, youth was no excuse but I’ll excuse you still

For every single dirty magazine, my darling

Monuments on Margate Sands staples across your hands

And all across your face

Photographs in paper bags

And she is far

And she is getting further every day

And every river underneath the city flows with tears

And there’s a new garden flooding every day

Photographs in paper bags

And she is far

And she is getting further every day

Peter Doherty Lady, Don’t Fall Backwards

Once upon a time

When the cold wind that blows

When the cold wind that blows in my heart

It was a summer breeze and she

Would meet me in Chinatown for opium and tea

And she always brought me flowers

But I spared you those old ballads

Or songs that I couldn’t play

But every giro day

She’d dress me like a lady boy

And take me out of the way

Don’t let the horse chase the new deal away, no

If we make love in the morning

I see your eyes look like two marbles in your head

Lady don’t you fall backwards

C’mon and fall into my arms

Aw, don’t you fall backwards

Well, I wouldn’t want for you to come to any harm

Now tell me, if darkness comes

Then I will sing you a song

And I will love you forever

At least ’til morning comes

Lady don’t you fall backwards

Come on and fall into my arms

Come on and fall into my arms

Peter Doherty I Don’t Love Anyone V2

I don’t love anyone, but you’re not just anyone

You’re not just anyone to me

I don’t love anyone, but you’re not just anyone

You’re not just anyone to me

Anything, mostly everything

You drop an eyelash and finger thumb a wish

You live this way, you never leave

The outside world turned so cold

I don’t love anyone, but you’re not just anyone

You’re not just anyone to me

And the luck a penny brings, means everything

When you kiss and cross superstitiously

Believe, believe in

So many things, oh, everything

You drop an eyelash and finger thumb a wish

You live your life this way

The other world turned so cold

Johnny comes marching home again, hurrah

Johnny comes marching home again, hurrah

In eighteen hundred and sixty-three

Old Abe ended slavery

And they all drink stone wine

When Johnny comes marching home

Well I don’t love anyone, you’re not just anyone

You’re not just anyone, to me

I don’t need anyone

I don’t need anyone

I don’t love anyone

Peter Doherty I Am The Rain

I am the rain

Held in disdain

Lotions and potions just add to my fame

The rime that in spain

Fall on the plain

The truth is I’m ruthless

I can’t be contained.

I’m the rain

My friend the wind

To breath he is twinned

Blow high or low high

Tornadoes to spin

My mother the cloud

In widow’s black shroud

Gives birth to the earth

Before fields can be plowed

Up in the sky, we’ve demand to supply

I am necessity, base of the recipe

I’m the rain

My cousin the snow

Lays blankets below

States that her falkes are

The threads to the soul

My rival the sun

Who ripens the plum

Is feared and revered

He gives sight to the gun

Up in the sky, we’ve demand to supply

I am necessity, base of the recipe

Up in the sky, we’ve demand to supply

I am necessity, base of the recipe

I am the rain, am the rain

I am the rain, who’s held in disdain

The truth is I’m ruthless, I can’t be contained…

Peter Doherty Hell To Pay At The Gates Of Heaven

Come on boys you gotta choose your weapon

J-45 or AK-47

There’s hell to pay at the gates of heaven

And the whole show it comes tumbling down

There’s hell to pay at the gates of heaven

Come on choose your weapons

J-45’s or AK-47’s

There’s hell to pay at the gates of heaven

And the whole show it comes tumbling down

The only way out of the dustbowl or the farm for thee

Join a band or join the army

It’s a hell of a kickback from the grind

Kick back and blow your tiny mind

It took three-page advert on the LA Times

They want religious fanatics with a military mind

They want from London to Bangkok

Moscow to Palestine

Hoping and praying in time

Come on choose your weapons

J-45’s or AK-47’s

It’s all aboard for Armageddon

And the whole damn show it comes tumbling down

The only way out of the ghetto or the farm for thee

Join a band or join the army

It’s a hell of a kickback from the grind

Kick back and blow your tiny mind

How you’re gonna provide for your vast idle family?

Start a band or start the army

London, Hamburg, and Palestine

Hoping and crawling and praying in time

Come on you gotta choose your weapon

J-45 or AK-47

There’s hell to pay at the gates of heaven

And the whole show comes tumbling down