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 — u-tube ; txt 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 — u-tube ; txt 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 — u-tube ; txt 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 — u-tube ; txt 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 — u-tube ; txt 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 — u-tube ; txt 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 — u-tube ; txt 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) — u-tube ; txt
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) — u-tube ; txt 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 — u-tube ;txt 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 — u-tube ; txt
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
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.