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H B, Barât !

Publié le par skippjournalist

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Carl Ashley Raphael Barât  est  né le 6 juin 1978. C'est son anniversaire aujourd'hui... A l'origine des Libertines , Barât ne s'entend pas bien avec Peter Doherty... puis son avis change vite et ils développent une amitié intense, tout deux ayant la même vision d'une Angleterre idylique et romantique, tout droit sortie d'un recueil de William Blake. Ils nous font depuis des albums à pleurer ! 

Juste ça !

Narcissist

Professionally trendy in the glow of Clapham sun
There's life after work and it can be such fun
You see all the models in magazines and on the walls
You wanna be just like them
Cause they're so cool 
They're just narcissists
Well wouldn't it be nice to be Dorian Gray?
Just for a day
They're just narcissists
Oh, what's so great to be Dorian Gray
Every day? 

We're living in a looking glass
As the beauty of life goes by
You're going to be so old
You're going to grow so old
Your skin so cold 

Well they're just narcissists
Well wouldn't it be nice to be Dorian Gray
Just for a day?
Such narcissists
What's so great to be Dorian Gray
Every day? 

They're just narcissists
Wouldn't it be great to be Dorian Gray?
Just for a day
Just for a day

 


 Love On The Dole
How many cups of wine will I have consumed?
The people realise they have rolled past my tomb
We're drinking whisky in a brave new afternoon
The people realise they have rolled past my tomb

Strike a light
Raise your glasses
Drink a toast to the boring classes

On the Albion-ay
Spew it out your soul
Love is on the dole
And there she will stay
All night long we were singing Northern songs
All night long we were singing Northern songs

Only you battered your broken nose on the grindstone
You wake a slave you squandered
So your soul is not your own
I run from the dust and gloom
With only my secrets to keep me warm
That's all I could do to keep them from you
And its all a pact we swore

Strike a light
Raise your glasses
Drink a toast to the boring classes

With Albion-ay
Spew it out your soul
Love is on the dole
And there she will stay

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Doherty

 

All night long we were singing Northern songs
All night long we were singing Northern songs

And I love every inch of you
Yes I do love every single inch of you
But doesn't she get that warm glow inside?
Shoots up your spine and blows through your mind
Oh well, don't you tell me how blessed are the poor
You've always wanted one slice more
Than you and me
Love for today makes
My darling was a preacher on the Albion stage
She might have been a preacher in the good old days
We're drinking whisky in a brave new afternoon
Don't people realise they've rolled past my tomb

Oh well
Don't you tell me how blessed are the meek
You never turn the other cheek 
Once in your life
Love is on the dole

 

 

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