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I don't think Dirty Pretty Things are terrible, and can't say anything about Babyshambles though.
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such a sad story...I like their 2nd album a lot, but Up the Bracket is f'ing fantastic! Everytime I hear it, I want to get wasted and break furniture..
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OK lets compare the lyrics of Pete Doherty to Alex Turner.
Pete Doherty 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 disease 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 she says it's 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 the stale chips are up and the hopes stakes are down it's these ignorant faces that bring this town down yeah i sighed and sunken with pride you know passed myself down on my knees yes i passed myself down on my knees what can you want now you've got it all she says it's obscene time will strip it away a year and a day and bill bones, he knows what i 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 we're 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 versus Alex Turner I bet that you look good on the dancefloor Stop making the eyes at me I'll stop making the eyes at you And what it is that suprises me Is that I don't really want you to And your shoulders are frozen (cold as the night) Oh, but you're an explosion (you're dynamite) Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand Lighting the fuse might result in a bang, with a bang-go! I bet that you look good on the dancefloor I don't know if you're looking for romance, or I don't know what you're looking for I said I bet that you look good on the dancefloor Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984 From 1984! I wish you'd stop ignoring me Because you're sending me to despair Without a sound, yeah, you're calling me And I don't think it's very fair That your shoulders are frozen (colder than night) Oh, but you're an explosion (you're dynamite) Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand Lighting the fuse might result in a bang, with a bang-go! I bet that you look good on the dancefloor I don't know if you're looking for romance, or I don't know what you're looking for I said I bet that you look good on the dancefloor Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984 From 1984! Oh, there ain't no love, no Montagues or Capulets Just banging tunes and DJ sets And dirty dancefloors and dreams of naughtiness! I bet that you look good on the dancefloor I don't know if you're looking for romance, or I don't know what you're looking for I said I bet that you look good on the dancefloor Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984 From 1984! AND Pete Doherty The Good Old Days Queen Boadicea is long dead and gone. Still now the sprit in her children’s children’s children lives on. And if you've lost your faith and love of music oh the end wont be long. Because if its come then I too may loose it and that would be wrong. I've tried so hard to keep myself from falling back to my bad old ways, and it chars my heart to always hear you calling, calling for the good old days, 'cos there were no good old days, these are the good old days. It’s not about tenements and needles, or all the evils in the eyes and the backs of their minds Daisy chains and schoolyard 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, so fallen through But the Albion sails on course Let's man the decks and hoist the rigging. Because the pig mans found the source, And there’s twelve rude boys on the oars. They’re singing "row row row" Versus Alex Turner Mardy Bum Now then Mardy Bum I see your frown And it's like looking down the barrel of a gun And it goes off And out come all these words Oh there's a very pleasant side to you A side I much prefer It's one that laughs and jokes around Remember cuddles in the kitchen Yeah, to get things off the ground And it was up, up and away Oh, but it's right hard to remember That on a day like today when you're all argumentative And you've got the face on Well now then Mardy Bum Oh I'm in trouble again, aren't I I thought as much Cause you turned over there Pulling that silent disappointment face The one that I can't bare Can't we laugh and joke around Remember cuddles in the kitchen Yeah, to get things off the ground And it was up, up and away Oh, but it's right hard to remember That on a day like today when you're all argumentative And you've got the face on Yeah I'm sorry I was late Well I missed the train And then the traffic was a state And I can't be arsed to carry on in this debate That reoccurs ,oh when you say I don't care Well of course I do, yeah I clearly do! So laugh and joke around Remember cuddles in the kitchen Yeah, to get things off the ground And it was up, up and away Still it's right hard to remember That on a day like today when you're all argumentative And you've got the face on |
If you read the above post and still think Alex Turner writes better songs then Pete Doherty than you're retarded or an AM fan boy. High school poetry students can write with more meaning then Alex Turner.
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Drugs do give inspiration...look at Herion by the Velvet Underground.
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look at every song Bardo Pond ever made :)
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Waiting for the Man- Velvet Underground (song about buying herion)
White Light/White Heat-Velvet Underground (song about speed) nuff said... |
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