The ballad of Grimaldi - Pete Doherty

While there's still a fighting chance
Can't you just get up and go
And get away from this hollow romance
It's slowly binding us both
Because you tell me what you want and I'll avoid it
Tell it to the sick and to the damned
Show me what you love, watch me destroy it
For your love just crumbles in my hands




But if you stay for a while..
I'll try to think of something kind to say
And maybe if we pray for a while
St. Jude may hear my pleas
And see me on my bended knees




Because she knows how I adore you
Don't won't be fighting tonight
She knows I adore you
Don't wanna be fighting in the streets





I laugh and fall just like Grimaldi
You wear your make-up like Baby Jane
All of those promising lies that you told me
Come on and tell me them again




I walked these streets all of my life..
I'm feeling...




Because you tell him what you want and he'll avoid it
Tell it to the sick and to the damned
Show him what you love, watch him destroy it
For your love just to crumble in his hands

But if you stay for a while.. I'll try to think of something nice to play Maybe if we pray for a while St. Jude may hear my pleas And see me on my bended knees
She knows how I adore you Don't won't be fighting tonight She knows I adore you Don't wanna be fighting in the streets








That's where you're wrong - Arctic Monkeys







SUCK IT AND SEE

Derrick Rose M.V.P. 2010/2011 - Red Right Hand / Arctic Monkeys

Take a little walk to the edge of town
Go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms, like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the humming wires
in the border fires, for you know
you're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge,
past the mills, past the stacks



 On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man 
In a dusty black coat with a "red right hand" 




He'll wrap you in his arms,
tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all those dreams
it took you a lifetime to destroy





  He'll reach deep into the hole, heal your shrinking soul
and there wont be a single thing that you can do
He's a god, he's a ghost,
he's a man, he's a guru






THEY'RE WHISPERING HIS NAME THROUGH  THIS DISAPPEARING LAND
BUT HIDDEN IN HIS COAT IS A RED RIGHT HAND!




You haven't got no money, He'll get you some
You haven't got no car? He'll get you one
You've got no self-respect, you feel like an insect
Well don't you worry buddy, cause here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio and the bowery and the slum





A SHADOW IS CAST WHEREVER HE STANDS
STACKS OF GREEN PAPER IN HIS RED RIGHT HAND!






You'll see him in your nightmares, you'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere but he ain't what he's not what he seems
You'll see him in your head, on the TV screen
And hey buddy, I'm warning you to turn it off



 HE'S A GHOST, HE'S A GOD,
HE'S A MAN, HE'S A GURU!!!




You're one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by his red right hand.