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Babyshambles
Babyshambles


Background information
Origin London, England
Genre(s) Indie Rock
Post-punk Revival
Years active 2003—present
Label(s) EMI Group
Parlophone Records
Rough Trade Records
Associated acts The Libertines
Adam Ficek
Website Website
Members
Pete Doherty
Mick Whitnall
Drew McConnell
Former members
Danny Goffey
Scarborough Steve
Jamie Perrett
Peter Perrett Jr.
Seb Rochford
Gemma Clarke
Patrick Walden
Adam Ficek



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Babyshambles Album


Down In Albion (11/14/2005)
11/14/2005
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(previously known as Conversation Diva)

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 spent his nights in a 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
The other was a pikey with a knowledge for scriptures

Then the conversation turned evil
Talked, talked and talked about people
Why did you do it to so many people?

Stumble left out of the boozer
... (?)
... another life (?)
... looking alright (?)

That girls out way ahead of the game
Way ahead of the game
Way ahead of the game

You've turned your back upon her
One too many times
Spent all her hard earned money
Getting high she sang

(Kate Moss)
Is she more beautiful, is she more beautiful
Is she more beautiful than me?
Is she more beautiful, is she more beautiful
Is she more beautiful than me?

She's La Belle Et La Bete at the ball
She's La Belle Et La Bete at the ball
She's La Belle Et La Bete at the ball
... (?)

You've turned your back upon her
One too many times
Spent all her hard earned money
Just getting high... she sang

(Kate Moss)
Is she more beautiful, is she more beautiful
Is she more beautiful than me?
Is she more beautiful, is she more beautiful
Is she more beautiful than me?

Is she more beautiful, is she more beautiful
Is she more beautiful than she?

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 spent his nights in a 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
The other was a pikey with a knowledge for scriptures

Then the conversation turned evil
Talked and talked and talked about people
Why did you do it to so many people?

That girls out way ahead of the game
Way ahead of the game
Way ahead of the game
Way ahead of the game
Way ahead of the game

You've turned your back upon her
One too many times
Spent all her hard earned money
Just getting high... she sang

(Kate Moss)
Is she more beautiful, is she more beautiful
Is she more beautiful than me?
Is she more beautiful, is she more beautiful

. . .


Its one and the same, one and the same oh,
So whats the use between death and glory?
I cant tell between death and glory?
Happy endings, no, they never bored me
Happy endings, they still don't bore me
But they, they have a way
They have a way to make you pay
And to make you toe the line
Sever the ties
Because I'm so clever
But clever ain't wise

Fuck forever
If you don't mind
Oh fuck forever?
If you dont mind, dont mind,i dont mind,i dont mind

Oh whats the use between death and glory?
I cant tell between death and glory?
New labour and Tory
Purgatory and no happy families

Its one and the same, one and the same
No, its not the same
Its not supposed to be the same
You know about that way
The way they make you pay
And the way they make you toe the line
I've severed my ties
Oh, you're so clever, you're so clever
But you're not very nice
So fuck forever
If you don't mind
Oh I'm stuck forever
In your mind, your mind, your mind

But have you heard about that way,
To make you feel I should soon make you pay
And to make you toe the line, line
I Sever my ties
Oh well i never
Sever the ties
And fuck forever
If you don't mind
See i'm stuck forever
Oh i'm stuck in your mind, your mind, your mind

I never played this on the radio
Oh they never played this on the radio

. . .



You sent for me
I was knock knock knocking on death's door
You ignore, adore, a rebours me
You leave me washed up begging for more
If you really cared for me
Ah you'd let me be
You'd set me free
But what you robbed me of is my...
Oh is my liberty

The curtain was calling
You were there blewn away and a rebours
In the mirror bawling
If you want it so much you are gonna have it all
Ah if you really cared for me
Christ knows you'd let me be
You'd set me free
I'm too polite to say...

I defy you all
You know twice as much as nothing at all
It's still nothing at all
I can defy us all
Tides are now turned and hammered it all
Hammered it all

Ah, no, ah no, ah no...

I've been running round this world too much, girl
Pretending not to see
What's drilling me, it's killing me

Oh no, I think I understand
What I misunderstood before
How your love gives me so much more
I am free again, I can see again..

But if I should fall
Would you vow today to pay tomorrow
The fucked off big debt I owe to sorrow...
Ah, oh... sorrow... sorrow...
Ah, oh... sorrow

Ah, no, ah no, ah no...



Demo Version

You sent for me
I came knock knock knocking upon death's door
You ignore, adore, a rebours me
You always leave me washed up begging for more
If you really cared for me
Christ knows you'd let me be
You'd set me free

The curtain was calling
As the sun set on a distant shore
You were in the mirror bawling
If you want it so much you can have it all
But you're saying you care for me
Well if you did you'd let me be, set me free
But what you robbed me of was my liberty

I defy you all
You know twice as much as nothing at all
It's still nothing at all
I defy you all
I know ten times as much as ten times you all
It's still nothing at all

You send for me
I came knock knock knocking upon death's door
You ignore, adore, a rebours me
You leave me washed up begging for more
If you really cared for me
Well you'd leave me be, you'd set me free
Now you have my liberty

The curtain was calling
As the sun sets on a distant shore
The bad boys are brawling
If you want it so much you can have it all
If you say you care for me
Can't you see
If you'd let me be
I'm too polite to say fuck off

I defy you all
I know twice as much as ten times you all

. . .



Don't talk about it
Don't want to know about it
Arguing with you's no good
You'll be nobody's fool but you'll almost speak...
Don't let me know about it
Don't let me know about the 32nd of December
Oh, thats the night I'm trying so hard to forget
All you do is you come around and make me remember
What I try, oh that I, what I....

Still you talk about it
Still don't wanna know all about it

Anybody want tea?
Anybody, thank you, ah fuck me
But don't speak
And don't talk about it

Don't talk about the 32nd of December
Thats the night im trying so hard to forget
So all you do is you phone me, and I remember
Remember what I try
That I, what I...

You know that I...
You was a stickler for manners
So don't you say goodbye
No, not to a good old friend,

I get by, please
I get by
And get by
Argggh, so what you running from?

Still, ahh don't talk about it
Still, don't want to know about it

Don't want to know about it
The 32nd of December
Thats the night im trying so hard to forget
All you do is come around and make me remember
Remember what I try
What I, that I...

... nice reason, I'll go
But they'll never do

. . .



Oh Paddy put the pipe down
If you got the right sound
If it's not the right sound
Neither am I, oh my oh my

Do your songs
Work out a fairer way
If it comes undone
Just paper over the cracks
And there ain't no turning back

Oh on The Sun
They make you out to be a tearaway
Comes undone
Ahh I just smoked a matt
And they want the money back

Ah put the pipe down
If you got the right sound
If it's the right sound
Oh my, oh my

Do your songs
Work out a fairer way
Can you play no fun
Oh what you think of that
Cause they wanted but...

You better pipe down
You got the right sound
Put the pipe down
Oh my, oh my, oh my

Na na-na na-na...

Oh Paddy put the pipe down
If you got the right sound
If it's not the right sound
Neither am I, oh my oh my

Oh Paddy put the pipe down
If you got the right sound
If it's the right sound
Oh my, oh my, oh my


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Earlier Version

Paddy put the Pipe Down
If you've got the right sound
And if you're not alright now (that's ok)
Neither am I, oh my, oh my

Do your songs, without a peer my friend
If it comes undone, paper over all the cracks
And there ain't no turning back
Oh The Sun, they make you out to be a tearaway
They got it all wrong
But you've gotta give up crack
Or else they'll want their money back

Oh put your Pipe Down
If you've got the right sound
And if you're not alright now (that's ok)
Neither am I, oh my, oh my

Oh, you are not a tearaway
Can you play your songs?
Cause if you can't do that
Then they'll never cut you slack

Put the Pipe Down
Oh put your Pipe Down
If you've got the right sound
And if you're not alright now (that's ok)
Neither am I, oh my, oh my

Do your sums,
Work out a fairer way
Cause if you give up smack
Then we will all follow you back

Paddy put the Pipe Down
Oh put your Pipe Down
If you've got the right sound
And if you're not alright now (that's ok)
Neither am I, oh my, oh my

Paddy put your Pipe Down
If you've got the right sounds
And if you're not alright now (that's ok)

. . .


Now here's a tale
Tale I will tell
Blood lust after no sweet love
And a many, many things I do so well

Oh you know that's the end
That's the end so far away down

They said that I was as good as dead
And there was hope, but not for us together
My friend, my only friend

Oh well you know that that's the end
And that's the end so far away down

Skip... fame on the run
Don't look back into the motherfucking sun, no
Oh well you know that that's the end
And that's the end so far away down

Sticks and stones
May break my bones
Oh but your words
They really kill me

Sticks and sto-o-o-o-ones
May break my bo-o-o-o-ones
Sticks and stones may break my bones
Oh but your words they really kill me

And there you know that's the end
But there can never be and end

. . .


Ohhh ohhh ohhhh
Why would you pay to see me in a
cage?
And why would you pay to see me in
a cage?
Some men call the stage

Listen now I have gone
You will know
I was the only one that would have
died
What was wrong in the eyes of the
unwell and unwise

And I killed a man for his giro today
Wasn't very gay, I didn't mind
I was a money man anyway
Killed a man for his giro today

Why, would you pay
Why, would you pay
To see me in a cage
It's all across the stage

And know
When the night has come
You might say
I was not the only the one who
would've died
What was wrong in the eyes of the
cruel and unwise
And I killed a man for his giro today

On the off chance that you're
listening
To the radio
I thought you might like to know you
broke my heart
Can only sadden up or hedge your
bets
Or take a chance and never get you
again
All my ties, time and time
I keep on trying hard not to try too
hard
When I forgive, I won't forget
To killing time, so I'm better now
I don't need it...
Anything that makes you, feel hate
Can do without hate
Now I believe in love

Now I have gone
Oh yeah, I will pay
For everything you've done
What was wrong
In the eyes of the unwell and unwise
And I killed a man for his giro today

Ohhh ohhh ohhhh


. . .



Sit right down cause you're a friend
You know there ain't too many left of them
You said I want love, I want it all

You look better now than last time
But you still look better from afar
The life that you wanted wasn't in store
You're being the dark horse again

Hello, Hello
Hello, My Love (x3)

Stop your moaning and I'll give you a taster
Give you a line, oh what a waster
So don't!
You say you will or you won't
Do or you don't (x3)

Cause you look better now than the last time
But you're still no better than before
The life that you wanted wasn't in store
You're being the dark horse again

Hello, Hello
Hello, My Love (x3)

When it suits you, you're a friend of mine (x15)

Cause you look better now than the last time
But you're still no better than before
The life that you wanted wasn't in store
You're being the dark horse again

Cause you look better now than the last time
But you're still no better than before
The life that you wanted wasn't in store

. . .



They would if they could, but they can't
So if they talk like they could
Why would you heed what they say?
When all I try to say is
I'm in love with a feeling
I know that it shows
I'm in love with a feeling
I don't care who knows

But there's a very odd man over there
I don't mean to alarm you
He's by the stairs
I don't mean to alarm you

Oh was he swimming around all over town
Was full of meaning, oh what a feeling
Are you gonna heed what they say
All I try to say is

I'm in love with a feeling
I know that it shows
In love with a feeling
And I don't care who knows

But there's a very odd man over there
I don't mean to alarm you
He's by the stairs
I don't mean to alarm you

Because of his hob knob
Ohhh la la, I think love was a dirty word
Love all the time

. . .



It's rough
It's wicked and rough
It's hard
Pentonville rough
It's tough
It's wicked and rough
It's hard
Pentonville rough

Now in Pentonville there's all type of nation
Russian, Columbian and Jamaican
Latvian, Croatian and a Polishman
Indian, Chinaman down from Vietnam
And from the Carribbean an Jamaican
Poorly paid people formed the Irish gang
And the Scottish and the Englishman

They're rough
Pentonville tough
It's hard
Wicked and rough
Yeah rough
Pentonville tough
It's hard
Wicked and rough now

Everyday, it's the same
People can't get better
No they can't get tamed
And black up the heads of the sick and the lame
Some men jump out of their brains
Cause they can't take the pressure
Or the shame or the pain
When they see the life, it go down the drain
In Pentonville it's a different ball game

It's rough
Pentonville tough
It's hard
Wicked and rough
Yeah rough
Pentonville tough
It's hard
Wicked and rough now

Lying on my lumpy mattress
Lying on my back
Staring up at the ceiling
Counting all the cracks
And what's happening behind me
Look over my shoulder back
Bill Cole got my breakfast pack
He won't give it back
Ooooooooooh

It's rough
Pentonville tough
It's hard
Wicked and rough
Yeah rough
Pentonville tough
It's hard
Wicked and rough now

Everyday, it's the same
People can't get better
No they can't get tamed
And black up the heads of the sick and the lame
Some men jump out of their brains
Cause they can't take the pressure
Or the shame or the pain
When they see the life, it go down the drain
In Pentonville it's a different ball game

So A wing, B wing, C wing and G Wing
Come help us sing
A wing, B wing, C wing and G Wing
Come help us sing

Because it's rough
Pentonville tough
It's hard
Wicked and rough
Yeah tough
Pentonville rough
It's hard

. . .



There's a lesson I have learnt
If you play with fire you will get burnt
Hell hath no fury
Like woman scorned
I'll tell you my story
Make you wish you never, wish you...
Wish you never never, wish you never been born

I may never learn, never know
I may live and learn but never know
I may crash and burn, oh no
I may take my turn

If you love her, then tell her you love her and
You could be kissing her soon
If you need her, oh, tell her you need her and
You won't be missing her soon
Oh, but for a love to be true
It must come from her too

It's a lesson hard learned
If you play with fire you will get burnt
Hell hath no fury
... (?)

Oh, I may never learn, you never know
I may live and learn, never know
I may crash and burn, oh no
I may take my turn

If you love her, then tell her you love her and
You could be kissing her soon
If you need her, oh, tell her you need her and

. . .


Down in Albion
Ah, they're black and blue
But we don't talk about that
Are you from 'round here?
How do you do?
I'd like to talk about that
Talk over
Gin in teacups
And leaves on the lawn
Violence in bus stops
And the pale thin girl with eyes forlorn

Aah, gin in teacups
And leaves on the lawn
Violence in dole queues
And the pale thin girl behind the checkout

But if you're looking for a cheap sort
Glint with perspiration
There's a four-mile queue
Outside the disused power station
Now come away, won't you come away
We'll go to
Deptford, Digbeth, Chibruk
Anywhere in Albion

Yellowing classics
And canons at dawn
coffee wallows and pith helmets
and oh an English sun

Yellowing classics
And canons at dawn
coffee wallows and pith helmets
and oh an English sun

But if you're looking for a cheap sort
That's in false anticipation
It'll be waiting in the photo booth
At the railway station

Ah come away, won't you come away
We're going to...
Watford, Enfields
Anywhere oh

If you're looking for a cheap sort
That's in false anticipation
It'll be waiting in the photo booth
At the underground station

Oh come away, won't you come away
We're going to...

. . .


I heard it said
You had come back from the dead
You were playing so fine
Scooping up the soul of the wine
Now courage my boy
When they look you in the eye
Try not to look too scummy
If you need some money
And you want their money

Now I know...
This ain't no happy place to be
You know they're nice around me
You know they're nice about me
And everyone agrees

About what's won in a year from here, my friend
Promises, promises...
You've heard it all before

But nobody ever
Ever get me more...

Oh yes courage my boy
When you look them in the eye
That they laugh if they try to be funny

All along...
Belong
You're still my son
And coin my words
Oh it's absurd how you get so
Very old, man
Typical tan
Took me in hand
To ...

... hour
Banged or bruised

. . .



Ah, tell me
What did I dream?
Cause nothing's as it seems
On the way back down, for me

What did I dream?
Cause nothing's as it seems
On the way back round, for me

Nothing's gonna keep me from my
What did I dream?
No one's gonna keep me from my
What did I dream?

We're on the one road
Maybe the wrong road
It's the road to fuck knows where
We're on the one road
Maybe the wrong road
But we're together now so I don't care

Nothing's gonna keep me from my
What did I dream?
No one's gonna keep me from my
No one'll fucking keep me from my
No one's gonna keep me from my
What did I dream?

And if I confide in you today
I know you don't believe a single word I say
I found solace in the flood
And everybody knew that I would
Cause I'm alright
And there's a slight crack in my chimney

So tell me
What did I dream? (x3)
Nothing's as it seems
On the way back round for me

What did I? (x3)

. . .



Up the morning, up, up the morning

Up the morning, up, up the morning
Up the morning, up, up the morning
Up the morning, up, up the morning
Up the morning, up, up the morning

Everytime I see your face
It makes me sad, it makes me chase
Chase my love across the world
Even though you're not it's taste
Simple, evil, I don't walk alone

Everytime I see your face
It makes me cry, it makes me wait
Waited far too long
And you were over me
But it's ok, cause I know, where you will go, I will go

Up the morning, up, up the morning
Up the morning, up, up the morning
Up the morning, up, up the morning
Up the morning
Up the morning
Up the morning, up, up the morning
Ayyyyyyyy

And if I, if I could go
Back in time
And if I, if I could go
Back in time
I'd go to show, what did I show?
I would not show
The nights and the fights when I came rumbling out the door
Well what was I supposed to do?
Where's a boy supposed to, supposed to go?

Up the morning, up, up the morning
Up the morning, up, up the morning
Up the morning, up, up the morning
Up the morning, up, up the morning

. . .


You have always thinking of her
You're in love and you don't know what to say
But I saw her at the fair and she feels the same way
She was married by the merry-go-round

The merry-go-round
How merrily we go round
How merrily we go round
The merry-go-round

He was the first one of the day
He was the last one of the night
Oh hold me tight, hold me tight
They said you were wrongened
But I can see in your eyes
How you are gentle and wise
And you had the good stuff
Oh there's a parade of girls outside
That boy's so shy
Why'd you punch out his lights?

He was the first one of the day
He was the last one of the night
Oh mop it up, she'll be alright
Mop it up, she'll be alright
There's a parade on the hall outside
Come on and feel the air outside

Said what I like most about you Pete is your girlfriend and your shoes
At half past five we?ll swap again half past five then we swap again
There's a parade of girls outside
The boy is so shy why d?you punch out his lights?

You should get some on your face you?ve been sitting like a lord in the bath for days
Its getting so I dont even know you
We get away with doing the little that we can but we must'n take it too far my friend
The albion needs every man woman and child she can get her hands on

. . .


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