Top Songs By The Libertines
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dimitri Tikovoi
Percussion
Richie Kennedy
Programming
Peter Doherty
Vocals
Carl Barât
Guitar
John Hassall
Bass Guitar
Gary Powell
Drums
Dan Grech-Marguerat
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peter Doherty
Songwriter
Carl Barât
Songwriter
John Hassall
Songwriter
Gary Powell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dimitri Tikovoi
Producer
Richie Kennedy
Engineer
Eliaz Le Floch
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jason Stafford
Assistant Recording Engineer
Dan Grech-Marguerat
Mixing Engineer
Charles Haydon Hicks
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Luke Burgoyne
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Matt Colton
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
It's more like sadness composed by a fragmented soul
All the words in a whirl, I just don't know where it goes
You holding the line or scuttling away
Is life a blockbuster film or a half rehearsed play?
And the pigs on the spit and the wolf's at the door
Do the bad need a good like the rich need the poor?
How far can it get before the death Pixels meme?
An imperial threat or is it all just a dream?
[PreChorus]
It's hard to theorize when you are being brutalized
And the tears fall like bombs without warning
[Verse 2]
No, you don't know you're born, free speech and free porn
And the next thing you know you're being led out at dawn
Of our children of men, t-t-t-time again
The d-devil will come without warning
Hey, it's out the window while you watching the news
A-ha-ha, Hymer comes into view
And now your shadow's a skull, and the skull is a whole
The hole is empty of course like all human discourse
[Chorus]
It's hard to theorize when you are being brutalized
And the tears, like the bombs, they fall without warning
Follow the tracks in the mud down to where the sea is black with blood
And tears, like the bombs, they fall without warning
[Bridge]
How far can it get before the death Pixels meme?
Imperial threat or is it all just a dream?
It's more like sadness composed by a fragmented soul
I just don't know where it goes
[Chorus]
So hard to theorize when you are being brutalized
And the tears fall like bombs without warning
Follow the tracks in the mud down to where the sea is black with blood
And the tears fall like bombs without warning
And tears, like the bombs, they fall without warning
Written by: Carl Barât, Gary Powell, John Hassall, Peter Doherty