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Dirty Pretty Things
Dirty Pretty Things


Информация
Откуда London, England
Жанры Indie Rock
Post-punk Revival
Punk Rock
Годы 2005—2008
Лейблы Vertigo Records
См. также The Libertines
The Chavs
Babyshambles
Yeti
The Cooper Temple Clause
Сайт Website
Бывшие участники
Carl Barât
Didz Hammond
Gary Powell
Anthony Rossomando



Альбом Dirty Pretty Things


Romance At Short Notice (30.06.2008)
30.06.2008
1.
Buzzards And Crows
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.
Kicks Or Consumption
8.
Best Face
9.
Truth Begins
10.
Chinese Dogs
11.
12.
Blood On My Shoes
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Buzzards And Crows

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I am a hippy's son
I'm into porn and guns
I’m virile fertile
Scream when I come
Related to you all
By six degrees

I am a fire sign
I’ve never swum with the tide
Spreading honey on thorns
And truths that rhyme
My stories are all tall

But it's so obvious
It's bloody outrageous
They try and they try but they'll just never save us

Hush hush my love
Come fall into these arms
Hush hush my love
Come fall into my arms
Hush hush my love

I am my father’s son
I'll kick your teeth in and run
A bulldog blinded by rainbows and sun
Related to you all
I think you will agree
Naked to you all

But it's so obvious
It's bloody outrageous
They try and they try but they'll just never save us

Hush hush my love
Come fall into these arms
Hush hush my love
Come fall into my arms
Hush hush my love

I was your baby boy
I was designed to destroy
Primal klaxon at fascist’s tannoy

I am a hippy's son
I am a hippy's son
I am a hippy's son
I am a hippy’s son

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You sauntered off and you said how’s tricks
You can’t mix drugs with your politics
So we took and talked and lost the plot
And after that everything seemed fine
And as it stings and beautiful collide
We watch each others worlds ride under the tide
With intoxicating hands
Cold cold hearts
And well laid plans

Are you listening
Are you listening
As the days
Like the waves
Pile up behind you

La la la la la
You keep it all
Melt my plastic heart
And help me move on
I’m moving on

How do you escape
The great pails of pouring rain
Go to an island or a house in Spain oh
La la la la la la oh
Oh how we’d kill to go
Erect the gutters and move us in
Life or buildings and medicines
We all make the same mistakes
Our pitfalls pull us together

Are you listening
Are you listening
As the days
Like the waves
Pile up behind you

La la la la la
They keep it all
Melt my plastic heart
And help me move on
Ohh

???

La la la la la
You keep it all
Melt my plastic heart
And help me move on
La la la la la
Keep it on

Friends for life and acquaintances
Romance and great distances
There’s been so many casualties
But I cannot run out over these
Oh no

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How can they be tired of England?
They'll never know the England that we know.
Never know where the ones with the dreams go, no.
Never notice the skies with their eyes down low.

We'll never be tired of England.
United in rain in the cities.
To channel the pain and the pity's woe,
Carry them back to the place below.

With the blues the grey, the green, the brown,
To lonely nights uptown.
Don't let them bring you down,
Lonely nights uptown,
Don't let them bring us down, no.

How can they be tired of London?
The scents in the air on a warm day.
Generation of hope that sees better days,
But moving along in the same old ways.

We'll never be tired of London?
From Clerkenwell into the city.
The state of the roofs is a pity though,
Generations of cramps with their goods in tow.

With the blues the grey, the green, the brown,
To lonely nights uptown.
Don't let them bring you down,
Lonely nights uptown,
Don't let them bring us down, no.

While the queen of england sits on her throne,
Off bingo cards and chicken bones.

Don't drink yourself to a lonely death,
In casinos on crystal meth.
Don't drink yourself to a lonely death,
In casinos on crystal meth.

So sing your song of Banbury cross,
Don't breathe a word about your loss.
Don't trust no ...
Half price cars and top shelf porn.

How can they be tired of England?
How can they be tired of England?
How can they be tired of England?
How can they be tired of England?

. . .


Hails to the chancers
As boredom kills like cancer
We need dreams
For the romancers
And I'm looking to you

Well, the life's so lonely
I need my one and only
If you know love
Come on and show me
Now I'm looking to you

So come closer, come closer, come closer, come closer, come closer
My resistance is low
Come closer, come closer, come closer, come closer, come closer
I'm not letting you go

Had love and I set it free
But it never came back to me, now
The skies have gone ugly
From Bolton to rugby
As I’m looking for you

Now come closer, come closer, come closer, come closer, come closer
My resistance is low
Don't pay mind to them you’re most beautiful when you don't bother
So just let it go

Ohhh ohhh ohhh It's hard to sacrifice so
Let me out, Let me out
Ohhhhhhh
Well it's hard to sacrifice so
Let me out

I'm gonna find it all,
I'm gonna find it all
Ohhhh
Come closer, come closer, come closer, come closer, come closer
My the resistance is low
Don't pay mind to them you’re most beautiful when you don't bother
So just let it go

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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

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 jump in
To the pit
Back to life distorted (So sordid)
We fell down dead
But nobody saw it
I got twenty faces and I'm talking in tongues
I fell like the devil
What does the devil do?

You know you wanna run away

Fault lines all on the wrong side of daylight
Slight on the deck and its fine
We can hold on for a lifetime

You know you wanna run away

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Kicks Or Consumption

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Best Face

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Truth Begins

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Chinese Dogs

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Four more rotations and no one will hurt
These are the things I dream of
I've been thinking through the drinking
Though my confidence is shrinking
That I might be fine
The North would be so proud of you

What would you do
When the stars fall from the sky
And you're only two seconds from crying?

Parafin, Anadin, sick as disguise
So we take our snappy patterns
And use them as knives
Now there's nothing left for me to try
My own medicine and humble pie
But I'll be alright

The North would be so proud of you

So I'll see you tomorrow
Shall we call it one?
Trying to get sparks to light
Seeing as they've gone

You don't know how to value that
But I know how to value that
I think we'll be fine

The North would be so proud of you

What would you do
When stars fall from the sky
And you're only two seconds from crying?

. . .

Blood On My Shoes

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