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

if it goes

Peter Doherty A Little Death Around The Eyes

A little death around the eyes

Taking medicine in your hotel room

That’s your medicine

Better rest on all fours

That’s your medicine

In a nut shell

Your boyfriend’s name was Dave

But I was bold and brave

And now you’re mine

You cook and clean and sow when I tell you to

Dance and then you screw when I want you to

If I ask you to

A little death around the eyes

Your boyfriend’s name was Dave

I was bold and brave

Peter Doherty Salome

In the coldest, the coldest of nights

Of fire and light to warm my bones

I’ve had enough of the dreadful cold

And from the flames of his silent maid

I stand before her amazed as she dances and demands

The head of John the Baptist on a plate

And in the morning, shaken and disturbed

Among the soft white fur

See all the dust dance in the morning light

Sets the room alight

And by the telly of his silent maid

Well, I sit up amazed as she dances and demands

The head of Isadora Duncan on a plate

And his silent maid

I stand before her amazed as she dances and demands

The head of John the Baptist on a plate

In the coldest, the coldest of nights

Of fire and light to warm my bones

And I’ve had enough of the dreadful cold

And from the flames of his silent maid

I stand before her amazed

Peter Doherty Down For The Outing

Slowly down, down the river

The one you sold me down

Where my timber shivered

You hold them down

As they flailing

Yes as they drown

You say “ah look they’re waving”

Ah, Brittania somehow she was saved

Brittania raped by all the slaves

Raping all the slaves

Sorry Dad for every good time that I had

They made me look so bad

Sorry mum

I’m sorry for the good things that I’ve done

Gave you hope when there was none

No how can ya

Teach that we were saved

Oh

Do svidaniya tell me I can live

Ammonia and sieve

My baby coming with me

For the outing

In the prison of my mind

No three score ten wreck

I won’t be blind

I won’t be blindly led

A lion by a donkey

Oh how can ya

Teach that we were saved

Do svidaniya tell me I can live

Ammonia and sieve

My baby coming with me now

Down for the outing

In the prison of your mind

No pretty ribbons a wild beast will bind

No pretty rhythms may ease a troubled mind

Ease a troubled mind

Many troubled minds round here

Peter Doherty Last Of The English Roses

Honey, honey

My you did look dapper in your mothers

Old green scarf

With your famous Auntie Aurthur’s trousers on

You were slapped by that slapper

And how we all laughed

But she laughed the loudest

Oh in ‘93

You could charm the bees nees of the bees

“Cheeky” you’d say and we all fell around

Rolling ’round the playground

“Saucy” you’d say and we all fell about

Rolling ’round the playground

In the ‘94

We all sang

Skipping and dancing hand in hand

Yeah with all the boys together

And all the girls together

She’s the last of the English roses

She’s the last of the English roses

(I wish to be so whirl awake again)

She knows her Rodneys from her Stanleys

And her Kappas from her Reeboks

And her tit from her tat

And Winstons from her Enoks

It’s fine and take what I

Coming out, coming alive

Round the Snooker table

You dance the Frutti-Tutti

She almost spilled her lager

Toasting girls of great beauty

But the closing moved by

Coming of age, coming alive

All the boys together

And all the girls together

She’s the last of the English roses

She’s the last of the English roses

Yeah she’s the last of the English roses

She’s the last of, last of the English

English roses

Ah sometimes you can’t change

There’ll be no place

Ce soir, disons chez moi

Enfin je compte de toi

Je te drague la rose mystique

Tu l’arrose mystique?

Ha, vas-y

C’est mon monde de soleil

Peter Doherty Flags Of The Old Regime

Let’s have it right

We all know the score

Been up for three nights

Stuck behind the door

Chewing off your jaw

The fame they stoned you with

You soldiered it

And made your fortune

But you broke inside

But I don’t want to die anymore

Any more than I did want to die before

The fame they stoned you with

You soldiered it

And you made your fortune

But you broke inside

Stand up there in front of the whole world

And you don’t feel them songs no more

Oh me, oh my, any

You won’t be coming down tonight

So let’s have it right

We all know the score

Been up for four nights

You’re stuck behind the door

Chewing off your jaw

And the fame they stoned you with

Your tiny shoulders soldiered it

And you made your fortune

But you stone cold broke inside

You have to stand up there in front of the whole wide world

And you don’t feel them songs no more

Oh me, Amy, any

You won’t be coming down tonight

Peter Doherty New Love Grows On Trees

Are you still talking to

All of those dead film stars

Like you used to

And are you still thinking of

All of those pretty rhymes

And perfect crimes

Like you used to..

And if you’re still alive

When you’re twenty five

Shall I kill you like you asked me to?

If you’re still alive

When you’re twenty five

Shall I kill you I know you told me to

But I really don’t want to

I remember every single thing you said to me

You played the man and I was Calvary

And you said, ah you said

New love grows on trees

New love grows on trees

New love grows… New love grows on trees!

If you please and if you don’t please

That makes perfect nonsense to me

As a price of being free these days

It’s ridiculous…

Are you still shaking out

All the dead wood from your bed love

Like you used to?

Well times don’t change and

Are you still thinkin of

All of those perfect rhymes for love divine?

Oh no, you really don’t have to

If you’re still alive

When you’re twenty five

Oh, should I kill you like you asked me to?

If you’re still alive

When you’re twenty five

Should I kill you?

You told me to,

But I really don’t want to

I remember every single thing you said to me

You played the man, and I was Calvary

You said new love grows on trees

New love grows on trees

New love grows… New love grow on trees