Kareema know just what it is she does
It cant be hard for her to get a buzz
Down in the street below
You can hear the drunken prophet sing
"I know whats on your mind my boy
I can see oh everything
Lead pipes are fortune made well
Take a tip from me
Climb up to her window ledge or you'll forever be
Just walking under ladders as the people round you hear you crying please"
Who really knows just what it is she does
It cant be hard for her
To get a buzz
The rapture of vertigo
And letting go
Me myself i was never sure
Was it the liquor
Or was it my soul?
The Libertines - Up the Bracket Album Lyrics
The Libertines - Up the Bracket Lyrics
Writer: Carl Barat, Peter Doherty
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Death On The Stairs
From way far across the sea
Came an eritrean maiden she
Had a one track mind and eyes for me
Half blinded in the war
With a pale young Anglican
Who said he'd help her all he can
Showed her Jesus and his little un-holy friend
She had no mind to please him
Just say 'ta-ra' and leave him behind
There's a little boy in a stairwell who says
"I hate people like you"
Got matches & cable TV half of less than 50p
We all clambered over the balcony
Banging on the window waking Steve
Bringing with a true love his un-holy friend
If you really need it
You just won't leave it behind
So baby please kill me
Oh baby don't kill me
But don't bring that ghost round to my door
I don't wanna see him anymore
Please kill me
Oh baby don't kill me
Just don't bang on about yesterday
I wouldn't know about that anyway
Monkey asked the mouse before
If she loved anybody more than he
It turns you into stone
Now I'm reversing down the lonely street
To a cheap hotel when I can meet the past
And pay it off and keep it sweet
It's sweet like nothing no
It's just like nothing at all
Yes I've seen you there
How could I help but stare
It rips the heart out off your baby
Now I've taken far too much to see
Or think or touch what's real
I'm stranded on this street that
Paved my only way home
You really need it oh
You just won't leave it behind
So baby please kill me
Oh baby don't kill me
But don't bring that ghost round to my door
I don't wanna see him anymore
Please kill me
Oh baby don't kill me
But don't bang on about yesterday
I wouldn't know about that anyway
Oh no
He got nothing he got nothing at all
Came an eritrean maiden she
Had a one track mind and eyes for me
Half blinded in the war
With a pale young Anglican
Who said he'd help her all he can
Showed her Jesus and his little un-holy friend
She had no mind to please him
Just say 'ta-ra' and leave him behind
There's a little boy in a stairwell who says
"I hate people like you"
Got matches & cable TV half of less than 50p
We all clambered over the balcony
Banging on the window waking Steve
Bringing with a true love his un-holy friend
If you really need it
You just won't leave it behind
So baby please kill me
Oh baby don't kill me
But don't bring that ghost round to my door
I don't wanna see him anymore
Please kill me
Oh baby don't kill me
Just don't bang on about yesterday
I wouldn't know about that anyway
Monkey asked the mouse before
If she loved anybody more than he
It turns you into stone
Now I'm reversing down the lonely street
To a cheap hotel when I can meet the past
And pay it off and keep it sweet
It's sweet like nothing no
It's just like nothing at all
Yes I've seen you there
How could I help but stare
It rips the heart out off your baby
Now I've taken far too much to see
Or think or touch what's real
I'm stranded on this street that
Paved my only way home
You really need it oh
You just won't leave it behind
So baby please kill me
Oh baby don't kill me
But don't bring that ghost round to my door
I don't wanna see him anymore
Please kill me
Oh baby don't kill me
But don't bang on about yesterday
I wouldn't know about that anyway
Oh no
He got nothing he got nothing at all
Writer: Carl Barat, Peter Doherty
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Horror Show
I've been following, following your mind's instructions
On how to slowly, sharply screw myself to death
Oh, yes, there is a screw
And it's pointed at my head
Then, look, a dream peddler
And a stick of light through my bones
Something wrong with shit outta you
And you, what's your game?
Oh, would you lay me down? Please lay me down
Pin me up or put me down
Ah, ah, ah, now
Let it all go
It's a horror show, come on 'round
Horror show, the horse is brown
I left something in Moscow
She said "I'll show you a picture, a picture of tomorrow
There's nothing changing, it's all sorrow"
Oh, no, lease don't show me
I'm a swine, you don't wanna know me
Still, I'm following, following your mind's instructions
On how to just slowly, sharply screw myself to death
Oh, yes, there is a screw
And it's pointed at my head
And it's pointing at you
Lay me down, please lay me down
Pin me up or put me down
Oh, oh, oh, oh now, let it all go
It's a horror show, come on down
Horror show, the horse is brown
I-I-I-I left something in Moscow
Yeah, I've been following, following your mind's instructions
On how to slowly, sharply screw myself to death
Oh, yes, there is a screw
Screw pointed at my head
Pointing at you
Lay me down, please let me down
Pin me up or put me down
Oh, oh, oh, oh, please don't let it all go
It's a horror show, come on 'round
Horror show, the horse is brown
Hmm, oh
On how to slowly, sharply screw myself to death
Oh, yes, there is a screw
And it's pointed at my head
Then, look, a dream peddler
And a stick of light through my bones
Something wrong with shit outta you
And you, what's your game?
Oh, would you lay me down? Please lay me down
Pin me up or put me down
Ah, ah, ah, now
Let it all go
It's a horror show, come on 'round
Horror show, the horse is brown
I left something in Moscow
She said "I'll show you a picture, a picture of tomorrow
There's nothing changing, it's all sorrow"
Oh, no, lease don't show me
I'm a swine, you don't wanna know me
Still, I'm following, following your mind's instructions
On how to just slowly, sharply screw myself to death
Oh, yes, there is a screw
And it's pointed at my head
And it's pointing at you
Lay me down, please lay me down
Pin me up or put me down
Oh, oh, oh, oh now, let it all go
It's a horror show, come on down
Horror show, the horse is brown
I-I-I-I left something in Moscow
Yeah, I've been following, following your mind's instructions
On how to slowly, sharply screw myself to death
Oh, yes, there is a screw
Screw pointed at my head
Pointing at you
Lay me down, please let me down
Pin me up or put me down
Oh, oh, oh, oh, please don't let it all go
It's a horror show, come on 'round
Horror show, the horse is brown
Hmm, oh
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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 diseases 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
The whole scene is 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
Well the stale chips are up and the hopes stakes are down
Its these ignorant faces that bring this town down
Yeah I sighed and sunken with pride
I passed myself down on my knees
Yes I passed myself down on my knees
What can you want now you've got it all
The whole scene is obscene
Time will strip it away
A year and a day
And Bill Bones
Bill Bones knows what I really 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
Were 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.
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 diseases 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
The whole scene is 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
Well the stale chips are up and the hopes stakes are down
Its these ignorant faces that bring this town down
Yeah I sighed and sunken with pride
I passed myself down on my knees
Yes I passed myself down on my knees
What can you want now you've got it all
The whole scene is obscene
Time will strip it away
A year and a day
And Bill Bones
Bill Bones knows what I really 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
Were 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.
Writer: Carl Barat, Peter Doherty
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Boys In The Band
You're walking like you never seen the light
You're walking like it every night
But I've never seen you dance,
and I've never heard you sing
So how can it mean a single thing
It's all so rudimentary
You're talking like your handy in a fight
You talk about it every night
But I've never seen your flowers,
in the barrel of a gun
All I've ever seen you do is run
It's all so rudimentary
So tell me baby how does it feel
I know you like the roll of the limousine wheel
And they all get them out for
(they all get them out)
The boys in the band
(only for the boys in the band)
They twist and they shout for
(twist and scream and shout)
For the boys in the band
(only for the boys in the band)
You're walking like you never seen the light
You're walking like it every night
But then I stop to think,
I ask my self why
One of those things that darling you must try
It's all so rudimentary
Now I'm jealous, I'm jealous of my own
I've no homestead but through these hearts I will roam, yea
And they all get them out for
(they all get them out)
For The boys in the band
(only for the boys in the band)
Yes they all roll them out for
(twist and scream and shout)
For The boys in the band
Only for the boys in the band
Well tell me baby how does it feel
I know you like the roll of the limousine wheel
And they all get them out for
(they all get them out)
The boys in the band
(only for the boys in the band)
They scream and they shout for
(twist and scream and shout)
For the boys in the band
(only for the boys in the band)
You're walking like it every night
But I've never seen you dance,
and I've never heard you sing
So how can it mean a single thing
It's all so rudimentary
You're talking like your handy in a fight
You talk about it every night
But I've never seen your flowers,
in the barrel of a gun
All I've ever seen you do is run
It's all so rudimentary
So tell me baby how does it feel
I know you like the roll of the limousine wheel
And they all get them out for
(they all get them out)
The boys in the band
(only for the boys in the band)
They twist and they shout for
(twist and scream and shout)
For the boys in the band
(only for the boys in the band)
You're walking like you never seen the light
You're walking like it every night
But then I stop to think,
I ask my self why
One of those things that darling you must try
It's all so rudimentary
Now I'm jealous, I'm jealous of my own
I've no homestead but through these hearts I will roam, yea
And they all get them out for
(they all get them out)
For The boys in the band
(only for the boys in the band)
Yes they all roll them out for
(twist and scream and shout)
For The boys in the band
Only for the boys in the band
Well tell me baby how does it feel
I know you like the roll of the limousine wheel
And they all get them out for
(they all get them out)
The boys in the band
(only for the boys in the band)
They scream and they shout for
(twist and scream and shout)
For the boys in the band
(only for the boys in the band)
Writer: Carl Barat, Peter Doherty
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Radio America
If I get the call
I will call across Radio America
Right across America I will call
Yes I will call all across Radio America
Right across America I will call
If call I must do
To take my love my love to you
There a lovely young girl on?
And all across Africa, China and Australia
I will call
Call you down in New Mexico
In New Brighton and Tokyo
I will call
If call I must do
To take my love my love to you
For well it may hap' that these are they
Your happiest days
Oh my good old friend
I see you chanced your arm again
Red faced president
Took afternoon tea with her majesty the Queen
And they watched old films flicker
Across the old palace movie screen crying
What a shame as she slipped in the rain
The poor dancing girl she won't dance again
And they said it was a transmission
To take my love my love to you
I will call across Radio America
Right across America I will call
Yes I will call all across Radio America
Right across America I will call
If call I must do
To take my love my love to you
There a lovely young girl on?
And all across Africa, China and Australia
I will call
Call you down in New Mexico
In New Brighton and Tokyo
I will call
If call I must do
To take my love my love to you
For well it may hap' that these are they
Your happiest days
Oh my good old friend
I see you chanced your arm again
Red faced president
Took afternoon tea with her majesty the Queen
And they watched old films flicker
Across the old palace movie screen crying
What a shame as she slipped in the rain
The poor dancing girl she won't dance again
And they said it was a transmission
To take my love my love to you
Writer: CARL BARAT, PETER DOHERTY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Up The Bracket
I saw two shadow men on the Vallance Road
Said they'd pay me for your address
Oh I was so bold
I said you see these two cold fingers
These crooked fingers I show
Yous a way to mean no
Well they didn't like that much I can tell you
Said "sunshine I wouldn't wanna be in your shoes"
They chased me up two flights of stairs
Caught me in the lift how I sighed and said
Hello, 'cause you're impossible
But it's just like he's in another world
He doesn't see the danger on show
Wind up like Joseph bloody in a hole
And it's just like she's in another world
And how they suit each other oh no
But they never get close
It's impossible
Saw the same two men on the Cally road
Said now they'd double their offer
I was so bold
To say you see these two cold fingers
These crooked fingers I show
Oh yous a way to mean no
But it's just like he's in another world
He doesn't see the danger on show
He'll end up like Joseph bloody in a hole
It's just like she's in another world
How they suit each other oh no
But you never get close
It's unstoppable
But it's just like we're all in another world
How we suit each other oh no
But we never get close
Thats close enough now...
Said they'd pay me for your address
Oh I was so bold
I said you see these two cold fingers
These crooked fingers I show
Yous a way to mean no
Well they didn't like that much I can tell you
Said "sunshine I wouldn't wanna be in your shoes"
They chased me up two flights of stairs
Caught me in the lift how I sighed and said
Hello, 'cause you're impossible
But it's just like he's in another world
He doesn't see the danger on show
Wind up like Joseph bloody in a hole
And it's just like she's in another world
And how they suit each other oh no
But they never get close
It's impossible
Saw the same two men on the Cally road
Said now they'd double their offer
I was so bold
To say you see these two cold fingers
These crooked fingers I show
Oh yous a way to mean no
But it's just like he's in another world
He doesn't see the danger on show
He'll end up like Joseph bloody in a hole
It's just like she's in another world
How they suit each other oh no
But you never get close
It's unstoppable
But it's just like we're all in another world
How we suit each other oh no
But we never get close
Thats close enough now...
Writer: Carl Barat, Peter Doherty
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Tell The King
I've got a little secret for ya
Even now there's something
To be proud about
You come up the hard way
And they'll remind you every day
You're nothing
Oh my words in your mouth
Are mumbled all about
You're like a journalist
How you can cut and paste and twist
You're awful
Tell it to your king
Tell him everything you know
Tell him you know how I feel
Tell him you know how I feel at the palace gates
Oh I'm all levered off my face
And just to work out what it's on about
And see snakes in eyes
And danger signs
If you were late you mustn't dare complain
And you won't like this at all
There's nothing to break your fall
Oh tell it to your king
Tell him everything you know
And you know how I feel out of place
Until I'm levered off my face
And I can't work out what your on about
Didn't they explain
You have to play the game, oh-oh
He drinks and smokes his cares away
His heart is in the lonely way
Living in the ruins
Of a castle built on sand
Even now there's something
To be proud about
You come up the hard way
And they'll remind you every day
You're nothing
Oh my words in your mouth
Are mumbled all about
You're like a journalist
How you can cut and paste and twist
You're awful
Tell it to your king
Tell him everything you know
Tell him you know how I feel
Tell him you know how I feel at the palace gates
Oh I'm all levered off my face
And just to work out what it's on about
And see snakes in eyes
And danger signs
If you were late you mustn't dare complain
And you won't like this at all
There's nothing to break your fall
Oh tell it to your king
Tell him everything you know
And you know how I feel out of place
Until I'm levered off my face
And I can't work out what your on about
Didn't they explain
You have to play the game, oh-oh
He drinks and smokes his cares away
His heart is in the lonely way
Living in the ruins
Of a castle built on sand
Writer: CARL BARAT, PETER DOHERTY
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
The Boy Looked At Johnny
The boy looked at Johnny and said
My word that was fun
When he did it with his hat on
Like in a saddle with his gun
We're in slow motion eating breakfast
At the side view hotel
Oh sipping down wine
Everything's going so well
New York city's very pretty in the night time
But oh don't you miss Soho
Where everybody goes
La de di la de di da diddy
The boy looked at Johnny
Said "Don't you know who I think I am"
He said I did it once before
Now Im trying all I can
He says oh no no
oh yeah yeah
I said oh no no no
yeah yeah yeah yeah
New York city's very pretty in the night time
But don't you miss Soho
Where everybody goes
La de di la de di da diddy
My word that was fun
When he did it with his hat on
Like in a saddle with his gun
We're in slow motion eating breakfast
At the side view hotel
Oh sipping down wine
Everything's going so well
New York city's very pretty in the night time
But oh don't you miss Soho
Where everybody goes
La de di la de di da diddy
The boy looked at Johnny
Said "Don't you know who I think I am"
He said I did it once before
Now Im trying all I can
He says oh no no
oh yeah yeah
I said oh no no no
yeah yeah yeah yeah
New York city's very pretty in the night time
But don't you miss Soho
Where everybody goes
La de di la de di da diddy
Writer: CARL BARAT, PETER DOHERTY
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing
Begging
All animals we are
Round the bench in the park
Your sisters in the dark today
Watery pinned eyes
My soul has gone a little cold
Well, maybe maybe next year
If it isn't to dear
We'll get ourself some good time girls
Remember when you pay
You'll pay in many many ways
Now he's crossing the road
to get his his daily sport
Oh now they're begging you
They're begging you
What will you do?
Oh lord they're begging you
Your friend begging you
What will you do?
Have you heard the singer said
He's a dead ringer for
A feeling that I used to know
Hell she cries oh hell
No no it's a funny way to go
Now he's crossing the road
Picking up his daily sport
Oh now they're begging you
They're begging you
What will you do?
Oh lord they're begging you
Your friends begging you
What will you do?
Round the bench in the park
Your sisters in the dark today
Watery pinned eyes
My soul has gone a little cold
Well, maybe maybe next year
If it isn't to dear
We'll get ourself some good time girls
Remember when you pay
You'll pay in many many ways
Now he's crossing the road
to get his his daily sport
Oh now they're begging you
They're begging you
What will you do?
Oh lord they're begging you
Your friend begging you
What will you do?
Have you heard the singer said
He's a dead ringer for
A feeling that I used to know
Hell she cries oh hell
No no it's a funny way to go
Now he's crossing the road
Picking up his daily sport
Oh now they're begging you
They're begging you
What will you do?
Oh lord they're begging you
Your friends begging you
What will you do?
Writer: CARL BARAT, PETER DOHERTY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
The Good Old Days
If Queen Boadicea is long dead and gone
Still then the spirit
In her children's children's children
It lives on
If you've lost your faith in love and music
Oh the end won't be long
Because if it's gone for you then I too may lose it
And that would be wrong
You know I've tried so hard to keep myself from falling
Back into my bad old ways
And it chars my heart to always hear you calling
Calling for the good old days
Because there were no good old days
These are the good old days
It's not about, tenements and needles
And all the evils in their eyes
And the backs of their minds
Daisy chains and school yard 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 has all fallen through
But the Albion sails on course
So lets man the decks and hoist the rigging
Because the pig mans found the source
And theres twelve rude boys on the oars
Still then the spirit
In her children's children's children
It lives on
If you've lost your faith in love and music
Oh the end won't be long
Because if it's gone for you then I too may lose it
And that would be wrong
You know I've tried so hard to keep myself from falling
Back into my bad old ways
And it chars my heart to always hear you calling
Calling for the good old days
Because there were no good old days
These are the good old days
It's not about, tenements and needles
And all the evils in their eyes
And the backs of their minds
Daisy chains and school yard 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 has all fallen through
But the Albion sails on course
So lets man the decks and hoist the rigging
Because the pig mans found the source
And theres twelve rude boys on the oars
Writer: CARL BARAT, PETER DOHERTY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
I Get Along
You caught me in the middle dazed on the carpet
I was following the lines,
that move like more snakes thinking...
Something ain't quite right
You got the devil on your side,
standing to your right come on
You caught me in the middle dazed and confused
I was following the good steps,
fancy free and footlose.
And something ain't quite right
But if you get them on your side,
then we'll have a good time,
come on now come on!
I get along, I get along, I get along, I get along...
Get along
It's coming out my ears,
so baby here's what we'll do
There's ten for you and six for him,
and four for them and let me see
Now something ain't quite right
You can get them on your side,
then we'll have a good time, come on!
I get along, I get along, I get along, I get along...
Get along
I get along singing my song,
People tell me I'm wrong..
F*ck 'em!
It's coming out my ears,
so baby here's what we'll do
There's ten for you and six for him,
and four for them.
Now something ain't quite right
You got the devil on your side,
Standing to your right, come on!
I get along, I get along, I get along, I get along...
And when I do, I'm singing... get along!
I was following the lines,
that move like more snakes thinking...
Something ain't quite right
You got the devil on your side,
standing to your right come on
You caught me in the middle dazed and confused
I was following the good steps,
fancy free and footlose.
And something ain't quite right
But if you get them on your side,
then we'll have a good time,
come on now come on!
I get along, I get along, I get along, I get along...
Get along
It's coming out my ears,
so baby here's what we'll do
There's ten for you and six for him,
and four for them and let me see
Now something ain't quite right
You can get them on your side,
then we'll have a good time, come on!
I get along, I get along, I get along, I get along...
Get along
I get along singing my song,
People tell me I'm wrong..
F*ck 'em!
It's coming out my ears,
so baby here's what we'll do
There's ten for you and six for him,
and four for them.
Now something ain't quite right
You got the devil on your side,
Standing to your right, come on!
I get along, I get along, I get along, I get along...
And when I do, I'm singing... get along!
Writer: Carl Barat, Peter Doherty
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Up the Bracket is the debut album by English indie rock band The Libertines, released in October 2002. It reached #35 in the UK Albums Chart. The album was part of a resurgence for the British indie/alternative scene[citation needed] and received widespread praise from critics and has quickly become considered one of the greatest albums of the 2000s.
The album's cover is based on an image of riot police squaring up to protesters during the Argentine economic crisis of 1999-2002.
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The LibertinesThe album's cover is based on an image of riot police squaring up to protesters during the Argentine economic crisis of 1999-2002.
Genre(s): Indie rock, punk rock, garage rock revival, garage punk
Producer(s): Mick Jones
Length: 36:33
Released: October 14th, 2002
Year: 2002