For This Is My Body

shambl-s:

As @missoneminute suggested, I have uploaded Carl’s movie on Dropbox!

Here’s the links:

https://www.dropbox.com/s/vdnr000jkt2xlt8/video0.mp4?dl=0 (the .mp4 version, which you should be able to watch on Dropbox without having to download it!)

https://www.dropbox.com/s/bcufcvp3bxpqj13/video0_xvid_001.avi?dl=0 (the .avi one, which if you want to download the film I personally think it’s the best option. Works on VLC -I’ve tested it myself haha)

Enjoy the movie! x

SHE THAT’S PETER

the-libertines:

We all know that Carl wrote Ballad of Grimaldi for Peter and here’s the list of the song I believe he also wrote about him

  • Come Closer

Had love and I set it free
But it never came back to me, now
The skies have gone ugly
From Bolton to rugby

  • Chinese Dogs

Well it took you seven years
To
learn my name
And I
know it’s all the drugs and booze
that
are to blame
What a
shame
Well
it took me seven years
To
forget your name
All
the drugs, all the fools
And
the hanging around
I fell
out the game
What a
shame
What
would it take for me to be your man
What
would it take to make you understand
The
world has gone cold

  • Deadwood


This
all you make it?
You
had the choice lad
You
wouldn’t take it
The
oldest charm
And
the years of my life,
Some
they were so good,
But
now and again I feel
I was
a coward
Are
the holes in my soul
In
tatters for all these tears
Well
you don’t see it that way

  • Faultlines 

The
fights, they never end
Like
the nights, they’ve taken me over
And
yeah I get the fear
But I
cannot be bothered
All
this waiting is just hesitating for nothing
And
the fault lines
And
all the conjecture from both sides
Why oh
why can’t we change things
This
is destroying me inside
You
know you wanna run away

We
shared out dreams
And
nearly everything in between

I’ll
never forget those
Long
lost days in a haze
Where
we lost ourselves with no apology

  • Bang Bang You’re Dead

I knew
all along 
That I
was right at the start 
bout
the seeds of the weeds 
That
grew in your heart 
Self
satisfaction for the factions 
Who
formed to tear us apart 
Well I
gave you the Midas touch 
Oh you
turned round and scratched out my heart 

  • B.U.R.M.A.

So when the dark times come well I will sing you a good time song
I’m pretending that it’s ending but it kills me to act so strong
Just to gaze in your eyes, makes all the difference to me

  • Radio Song

Put
your arms around me girl cause I don’t know what to do
I’m
spinning on a sixpence cause I’m still in love with you
We
were vagabond souls put together sniffing glue
Your
radio songs were all I really knew
Did
you think I had a wind up heart?
You
must have had plastic head
Did
you think I had to play the part
when
you copied everything I said?
I’m
sorry sorry sorry if your getting me wrong
but
you’re half a world away with only one sock on
Now
your getting too much so I want to play along
cause
all I really wanted was a radio song

  • Gin & Milk

See I
really like you
But
I’m nothing like you
I try
really so hard
But
don’t get so far
You
get my respect
But we
don’t connect
Were
in it together
So
I’ll love you forever
I love
you forever

  • Carve My Name

And I
carved my name on the livers of my lovers,
The
hearts of all my brothers
Forgive
me, love
So
take away the poet’s pen, and never speak of love again
Break
the hands that made a pair
And
never will I need to care 
Anyway

  • Irony of Love

It
begins with how I fell for you
Saw
myself in your eyes
I
should have known how that would lead
To my
own sweet demise 
When
they said,
“He’s
going to get his fucking head kicked in,
“He’s
going to die in a fucking loony bin!”
Darling,
oh, darling… 
This
is the song I never wrote for you
I know
I said I would
It
might have turned out differently
If
things had worked out good 
By
your side the music rose
My
heart would leap and bound
And
the chilling feeling that maybe I
Could
lose what I had found 
Then
the hate, and hurt, and poisoned tongues
Ran
out across the town
And
then I guess the music stopped
When
you were sleeping ‘round 
I
suppose we never tried 
You
know I could have married you

  • Shadows Fall

And
one day we’ll meet again

I’ll
be wind, you’ll be rain

Chasing
‘round like lovers of old times. 
And
you know I’ve loved you so
And I
will till the end of days
But as
I go, I want you to know:
You
are loved

  • So Long My Lover


We met
when you were oh so young
I took
you from that drunken bum
And
held you like some father
Oh we
were both born for each other
Oh yes
you were so full of hope then, you see
You’d
be a dancer and sing with me
You
danced your dance
and my
sweet song was sung.
Oh I
was reckless, you were free
I took
you ‘round the world with me
So
holy together
No
devils would tear us apart
The
lights were bright on Harley Street
And
with the future at our feet
we
held on to each other
and
somewhere lost our way

  • The Fall

We
quick-stepped into love
Like
Fred and Ginger in a trance
At all
the most exclusive balls
Always
we dreamt to dance
The
snakes and devils of our past
Were
scrupulously ignored
I
said, “I think it’s over now,”
She
said, “I’m not so sure.”
We
turned our fury on each other
She
crucified my confidence
I’d
hung to to recover
We’d
tighten up the thumbscrews
And
still scream out for more
I
said, “I think it’s over now,”
She
said, “I’m not so sure.”

  • The Magus

We´ll
drink brandy when they´re gone now
Dancing
to our old time songs now

Don´t
forget the good old days

Where
have the flowers gone now?
Gone
to young girls everyone now
That´s
the price we´ll have to pay

  • Ballad of Grimaldi

Because
you’ll tell me what you want and I’ll avoid it
Tell
it to the sick and to the damned
Tell
me what you love, watch me destroy it
Your
love just crumbles in my hands
But if
you stay for a while
I’ll
try to think of something kind to say
Maybe
we should pray for a while
St.
Jude might hear my pleas, come to me,
see me
on my bended knees
She
knows I adore you

“This self-absorbed vision, this decadent artistic life, it didn’t mean anything when you’re squatting in that dank, decaying place. And Carl said, ‘Look, I know somewhere you’re still in there, the person I used to know. Come out to play.’” 

So now the Libertines have rekindled their friendships, played big stages and made a new album. Have they done enough to purge their regrets and restore their legacy?

“No,” Doherty says. “We’ve started, but I think something has to happen. I don’t know what it is. Something cataclysmic.” His eyes widen. “Some extraordinary twist!”

Barât looks at me and rolls his eyes, amusement intermingled with exasperation. “How about not?,” he tells his friend gently. “Let’s put the cataclysmic things on stand-by for now. You and me, we’re just going to stay on the tracks.”

Peter Doherty and Carl Barât on reuniting and getting clean (Aug 2015)