Первый сольный альбом Питера Доэрти
Grace/Wastelands
2009




1. Arcady — ;
Arcady

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
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

You said he was your teacher
Taught you so true and so 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 so true and so wise
Now you know more than your teacher
I see nothing but cool self-regard in your eyes

In Arcady, your life trips along
Pure and simple as the shepherd's song
Seraphic pipes along the way in Arcady

2. The Last Of The English Roses — ;
The Last Of The English Roses

My you did look dapper, in your mother’s old green scarf,
With your famous Auntie Arthur's trousers on,
You were slapped by that slapper. Now we all laughed,
She laughed the loudest, son
In '93, you could charm the bee’s knees of the bee.

"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 '94, we all sang, skipping and dancing hand in hand.

All the boys together,
All the girls together now,

She's the last of the English roses,
She's the last of the English roses.

***
Honey, honey
My you did look dapper in your mothers
Old green scarf
With your famous Auntie Aurthurs 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 youd say and we all fell around
Rolling round the playground

Saucy youd 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

Shes the last of the English roses
Shes 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
Its 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

Shes the last of the English roses
Shes the last of the English roses
Yeah shes the last of the English roses
Shes the last of, last of the English
English roses

Ah sometimes you cant change
Therell be no place
Ce soir, disons chez moi
Enfin je compte de toi
Je te drague la rose mystique
Tu larrose mystique?
Ha, vas-y
Cest mon monde de soleil

3. 1939 Returning — ;
1939 Returning

Captured clandestine
Crawled into the lights
He knew he was in for a shoeing
Just wasn't to be his night

Dragged out of the frozen Rhine
For the Motherland and the Third Reich
A toeing's as good as a shoeing
When it's not to be your night

Tread carefully, so carefully
Upon the drifting ice
Caught behind enemy lines
In 1939
For Germany he sacrificed his life
Caught behind enemy lines
There in 1939

Kids knee-deep in rubble
London urchins grey with dust
Packed off out west in evacuations
To farmers' wives
Green and pleasant lives
Far from the doodlebugs

Nanna Doll she still remembers
Leaving town in worn-out shoes
Now she's back out west in sheltered accommodations
Homes for the old where pills aren't the only blues

Tread carefully, so carefully
Upon the drifting ice
Staring blank into the TV guide
In 2009
How it's hurting me, I've only seen her twice
Since she went west for the second time
Since 1939

4. A Little Death Around The Eyes — ;
A Little Death Around The Eyes

A little death around the eyes
Your boyfriend's name was Dave
But I was bold and brave
And now you're mine

You'll cook and clean and sew when I tell you to
When I ask you to
If I ask you to
Then I want you to
You don't need telling twice with me
No you don't need telling twice
You know who wears the trousers
No one wears the trousers
(In a nutshell)
To break free
Yeah well, you'll never break free of me

Your boyfriend's name was Dave
I was bold and brave
And now you're mine

You'll cook and clean and sew when I tell you to
And you'll dance and screw when I want you to
In the hotel room you take your medicine
On all fours that's your medicine
You're feeling better, son?
(Filling in the cracks)
Feeling any better, son?
(In a nutshell
I'll wish upon a star)

Some vague idea of a man you used to be
Of the man you used to be to me
(Filling in the cracks)
Fee fi fo fum
Smell the blood of an Englishman
Be he alive or be he dead
(Filling in the cracks)
(Wish upon a star)

A little death around the eyes

5. Salome — ;
Salome

In the cold, the coldest of nights
A fire alights to warm my bones
I've had enough of the dreadful cold

And from the flames appears Salome
I stand before her amazed
As she dances and demands
The head of John the Baptist on a plate

In the morning
Shaken and disturbed
From under soft white furs
See the dust in the morning bright
Sets the room alight

By the telly appears Salome
I stand before her amazed
As she dances and demands
The head of Isadora Duncan on a plate

Oh, Salome
Oh, Salome!

In the cold, coldest of nights
A fire alights to warm my bones
I've had enough of the dreadful cold

From the flames appears Salome
I stand before her amazed
As she dances and demands
The head of any bastard on a plate

6. I Am The Rain — ;
I am the rain

I am the rain
Held in disdain
Lotions and potions just add to my fame

They rhyme that in Spain
I fall on the plain
Truth is I'm ruthless
I can't be contained

I am the rain

My friend the wind
Of breath he is twin
Blow high or low
High tornados to spin

My mother the cloud
In widow's black shroud
Gives birth to the earth
Before fields can be ploughed

Up in the sky
We've demand to supply
I am necessity, base of the recipe
I am the rain

My cousin the snow
Lays blankets below
Stateside her flakes are the threads to be sewn

My rival the sun
He ripens the plum
He's 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

Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...

I am the rain
Who's held in disdain
The truth is I'm ruthless, I can't be contained

7. Sweet By And By — ;
Sweet by and by

Was it so long ago
When we first hit the road?
I remember those early shows

When we used to go,
Ba-bara pa ba ba-para-para-rara da da da da

Was it so long ago
When you said you loved me so
And with kisses untold
Your love would unfold, oh, my
Where did you go? Oh, I don't know
You didn't say goodbye
Where did you go?
...
You left me wondering
Wondering if love's just a lie

Left me wondering
If you found some other guy
Well, all I do is hang my head and cry
Sometimes I moan
Sometimes I moan

Where did you go? I don't know
Didn't say goodbye
Where did you go? I don't know
Left me wondering if love's just a lie
Everywhere I go, people say, "Who's that funny guy?
"All he does is hang his head and cry
"Sometimes he moans
"Sometimes he moans
"'Oh, why?'"

We used to go,
Ba-bara pa ba ba-para-para-rara da da da da


Old version:

One of those songs they never play on your radio
The signal's are lost at sea cobwebs fall
And the needle skips the groove

One of those songs they never play on your radio
The signal's are lost at sea cobwebs fall
And the needle skips the groove

Hate to say I told you so
but I told you so
That dirty so and so
the sweet by and by
One of those songs they never play on your radio
The signal's are lost at sea cobwebs fall
And the needle skips the groove

8. Palace Of Bone — ;
Palace Of Bone

Well 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

Winding on through the hills forever
Winding on that Snakey Road
Winding on forever
Winding on that Snakey Road

What's that they're telling you?
That's your future, I'm telling you
You gotta pick your pocket too

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

Winding on through the hills together
Winding on that Snakey Road
Winding on forever
Winding on that Snakey Road

What's that they're selling you?
Oh, lotions, potions, selling you
They're gonna pick your pocket or two

(In the clearing)
I'm going to build me a palace of bone
With wide open walls and an ebony throne
All the broken children from every broken home
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
And there's ain't no blackened heart
No innocent soul
Can't come and dance in the palace of bone

Time together, time together on the Snakey Road

9. Sheepskin Tearaway (feat. Dot Allison) — ;

О девушке, которая влюбилась в мужчину, «покрытого шрамами и пропитавшегося героином».

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 anyway

She just opened her heart, threw her cares away
At night they held on 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 and with a very bad lot
"Very bad lot, very, very bad lot indeed"

"All your 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 then it will never mend you
"It's like trying to dry your eyes in the pouring rain"

She opened her heart to a tearaway
A sheepskin tearaway
All covered in scars and full of heroin

Tearaway, sheepskin tearaway
Sheepskin tearaway

10. Broken Love Song (feat. Peter Wolfe) — ;
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

11. New Love Grows On Trees — ;
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
Oh, shall I kill you like you asked me to?
If you're still alive when you're twenty-five
Oh, would 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
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
That's the price of being free these days
It's ridiculous

Are you still shaking out
All of the deadwood from your bed, love
Like you used to?
Well times don't change
Are you still thinking of
All of those perfect lines for love to bind?
You really don't have to

And if you're still alive when you're twenty-five
Oh, shall I kill you like you asked me to?
If you're still alive when you're twenty-five
Shall 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 on - New love grows on trees

12. Lady, Don't Fall Backwards — ;

В этой песне лирический герой Догерти ностальгирует по тем временам, когда «она ждала меня в Чайнатауне, чтобы выпить чаю и покурить опиум».

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
Oh, but I spared you those old ballads
All the songs I couldn't play
But every giro day
Where you'd dress me like a ladyboy
And take me high out of the way
And 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

But Lady don't you fall backwards
Come on fall into my arms
And don't you fall backwards
I wouldn't want for you to come to any harm
And tell me if the darkness comes
I will sing you a song
And I'll love you forever
Or at least till the morning comes
But don't you fall backwards
Come on and fall into my arms
Come on and fall into my arms
Come on and fall into my arms


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Official EPK and a Behind the Scenes look at Peter Doherty's forthcoming record 'Grace / Wastelands'.


В записи пластинки музыканту помогал маститый продюсер Стивен Стрит, работавший в свое время с The Smiths, The Cranberries и Blur. Дебютная пластинка Пита подписана его полным именем – Питер Доэрти. Альбом получился весьма лиричным и трогательным, полным красивых, умных и проникновенных песен и выявил безусловный талант Питера как поэта и музыканта. Светлая печаль акустической гитары, скромное благородство скрипок и виолончелей, надломленный голос Доэрти – все это создает удивительную атмосферу черно-белой меланхолии, которой хочется отдаться, не задумываясь.


Рисунок обложки выполнил художник Элизе Меурисс (Alize Meurisse) вместе с самим Доэрти.

По словам художника, для создания рисунка его вдохновило произведение Оскара Уайлда (Oscar Wilde) «Salomé». Он нарисовал свое видение обложки (в альбоме есть песня с таким же названием — «Salome»), а Пит уже добавил туда немного крови.


@темы: Дискография, Видео, txt, Peter Doherty, Grace/Wastelands, 2009, Рисунки Пита