English musician, actor and poet (born 1979)
Peter Doherty (born 12 March 1979 in Hexham, Northumberland, England) is the frontman and songwriter for the band Babyshambles, and formerly co-frontman and songwriter (along with Carl Barât) of Britrock band, The Libertines. He is also a poet. Since 2005, he has become well known to the tabloid-reading public as a result of his on/off relationship with supermodel Kate Moss and his struggles with his drug addiction.
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It's that mysterious thing called hype. I've looked under every rock, and I couldn't find out what it means. Certain people hear a certain melody, and they're attracted to it. I'm in love with that feeling. We're looking for fun and adventure and a bit of redemption and somewhere to live. Everything else is a blind venture into the unknown.
She was getting pally with a scally in the alley Giving head for gear She called a spade a spade Got slit from ear to ear I showed no decorum Spilled my heart out on the forum Like a snapshot of the most tragic day Carl is kept sedated,for the frontman elevated While McGee does all he can to ruin my band and keep me out the way In this industry of fools, musclemen and ghouls If you're not a puppet or a muppet then you might as well call it a day The truth gets so distorted The wall scrapings get snorted I'm welcome back if I give up crack But you gave me my first pipe anyway
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I think it's woken me up to a few things, and you do become complacent. As well as being anti something, you've got to be pro something. So you're anti racism, so what are you pro? You're pro community. I would put my hand on my heart and I'd attach myself to socialist ideas. Because I believe in society. And it's bollocks that black people have any less worth in society than white people, which is basically what people like the BNP say.
The Thames and the Mersey, the Tyne and the Wear and the Clyde They spew slums like gravy on the banks of the poisonous tide They washed up a pale thin girl Alone in her ivory tower Scratching her skin with the thorns that grow On the stems of the wild flowers What became of the love we knew? We beat the swine black and blue You and I Me and you What became of the love we knew? What became of the working class? Nike, Reebok, Adidas Scratchcards, pitbulls, ecstasy Hooray for the 21st Century
We have played at venues up and down the country on this tour, some of which had no security, and have encountered no problems or witnessed any aggression. I simply asked the bouncer last night to apologise for his behaviour, three times in fact, and he refused. I was very upset at his attitude and although I'm very sorry for letting everyone down last night, I refuse to play at venues where pumped up, 16 stone men feel the need to be aggressively rude and to bully teenage kids around.
Well, I'll tell you a story but you won't listen It's about a nightmare steeped in tradition It's the story of a coked-up pansy Who spends his nights in flights of fancy Met two fellas over gin and mixers They talked for a while, he soon got the picture One was a souped up Soho mincer And the other was a pikey with a knowledge of scripture
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 but I spared you those old ballads All those songs I couldn’t play But every giro day she’d dress me like a lady boy And take me high out of the way Don’t 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