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

Peter Doherty Sweet By And By

2,3,4,

Was it so long ago

When we’ve first hit the road

I remember

Those earliest shows

When we used to go

Pa pa ra pa pa,

Pa pa ra ra ra ra ra ta ta

Was it so long ago,

When you said you loved me so

And we kisses untold

Your love wouldn’t have fall

Oh my where did you go

Oh I don’t know

You didn’t say goodbye

Where did you go?

Oh you lie,

And you left me wandering, wandering

Your love’s just a lie

Everyone said you’ve found some other guy

Well all I do is hang my head and cry

Sometimes I moan, sometimes I moan

Where did you go

Oh I don’t know

You didn’t say goodbye

Where did you go

I don’t know, I was left wondering

If her love was just a lie

Everywhere I go people say

“Who’s that funny guy?

All he does is hangs here down and cry”

Sometimes he moans, sometimes he moans

Oh, Oh why?

When we used to go

Pa pa ra pa pa…

Peter Doherty The Ballad Of Grimaldi

While there’s still a fighting chance

Can’t you just get up and go

And get away from this hollow romance

It’s slowly binding us both

Because you’ll tell me what you want and I’ll avoid it

Tell it to the sick and to the damned

Show me what you love, watch me destroy it

For love just crumbles in my hands

But if you stay for a while..

I’ll try to think of something kind to say

And maybe if we pray for a while

St. Jude might hear my pleas

And see me on my knees

Because she knows how I adore you

We won’t be fighting again tonight

Not if she knows I adore you

No fighting again tonight..

I laugh and fall just like Grimaldi

You wear your make-up like Baby Jane

All of those promising lies that you told me

Come on and tell me them again

Oh well, I walked these streets all of my life..

The fear and hope at every turn

She took him to Stepney and made him a wife

Oh you know yeah you know they’ll crash and burn

Because she’ll tell him what she wants and he’ll avoid it

May as well tell it to the sick and to the damned

Show him what you love, watch him destroy it

For love seems to crumble in his hands

Peter Doherty Palace Of Bone

We’ve been a long time together now

Time together on the Snakey Road

There ain’t no time together

Like time spent together on the Snakey Road

Wandering on through the hills forever

Wandering on at Snakey Road

Wandering on forever

Wandering on at Snakey Road

What’s that they’re telling you?

That’s your future, I’m telling you

You gotta pick a pocket or two

We’ve been a long time together

Time together on the Snakey Road

There ain’t no time together

Like time spent together on the Snakey Road

Wandering on through the hills together

Wandering on at Snakey Road

Wandering on forever

Wandering on at Snakey Road

What’s that they’re selling you?

Lotions, some potions, selling you

They’re gonna pick a pocket or two

In the clearing, I’m going to build me a palace of bone

With wide open walls and an ebony throne

And all the broken children from every broken homes

Can come and live in the palace of bone

I’m going to build me a palace of bone

With wide open walls and an ebony throne

Well, there ain’t no blackened heart

There’s no innocent soul

Can come and dance in the palace of bone

Been a time together

Time together on the Snakey Road

Peter Doherty Kolly Kibber

Baby, oh baby I am told

They broke the mould

When they made you

It was probably the wisest thing to do

Cause heavenly moulds lead to heavenly forms

And heavenly forms lead to devilish woes

And this is hell nor we are out of it

Oh, those devilish woes

I don’t want to end up like Kolly Kibber

From a ghost train into the

Beautiful briny

Beautiful briny sea

One way, the only way

Oh Liebling

Liebling, die Form zerbrach

Noch in der ersten Nacht

Die Nacht des ersten Lichts

Danach kommt nichts, oder?

Heavenly moulds to the heavenly forms

And heavenly forms lead to devilish woes

Outward shows be least themselves

Oh, those devilish woes

I don’t want to go like Kolly Kibber

Thrown from a ghost train into the

Beautiful briny

Beautiful briny sea

Kolly Kibber

There’s one way, one way to settle this

The fairest way, fairest way that exists

Have a skinful and sing knees up Mother Brody

Sing knees up Mother

I don’t want to go like Kolly Kibber

Launched from a ghost train into the

Beautiful briny

Beautiful briny sea

Oh me, I don’t want to go like Kolly Kibber

Launched from the ghost trains oh so unceremoniously

To the beautiful briny sea

Peter Doherty A Spy In The House Of Love

Found myself in the Monday news

All them stories to keep you amused

Mom called to see

Oh, is that really me?

Oh no

Together it went well

I nearly sold the soul to show

I met to mother you know

I’m quite like the mother you know

There was a spy in the house of

Spy in the house

Spy in the house of

The house of love

The house of love

And in the government files

Is fat-stacked piles

Of dictionary action packs

Conspiracy theories, they have feelings, too

Sent the new listening moron to do

With a spy in the house of

Spy in the house of

Spy in the house of

The house of love

The house of love

There’s no immediate connection between this chorus and this verse

Keep the critics on their toes

Take them out the back with empty suit holes

Spy in the house of

Spy in the house of

Spy in the house of

The house of love

The house of

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