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Carl (Barât) était là, il est venu dans son Audi blanche et m’a chanté quelques chansons au piano. Il est souvent à Margate car nous avons un studio là-bas. Il voulait qu’on écrive des chansons ensemble avant que je franchisse la quarantaine. La semaine dernière, il est venu avec Holly, le guitariste de Prodigy, qui va produire des démos pour les Libertines. Il nous a enregistrés, on a fait avec lui une super version de “Signed DC”, la chanson d’Arthur Lee.

Peter for Rock&folk interview (via albion-sails-on-course)

Carl (Barat) was there, he came in his white Audi and sang some songs on the piano. He is often in Margate because we have a studio there. He wanted us to write songs together before I went into midlife. Last week, he came with Prodigy’s guitarist, who will produce demos for The Libertines. He recorded us, we made with him a great version of “Signed DC”, a song by Arthur Lee.

(via missoneminute)

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tasting drinks in Seoul

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Maybe someone can translate it?

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“When we write, we write to each other. That hasn’t changed, and we had a lot to say. We could go and do another one right now, I reckon. It’s funny, once you set the song up it starts to absorb your history from you, and the meaning arrives without you even intending it to half the time.”

— Carl Barât about Peter Doherty and the new album - NME June 2015 (via dorianlily)

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Has everyone heard this? Peter’s Poem: Bowhemia.

Ignore the video, it’s nonsense. But the words are brilliant - reminds me of the raw poetic talent he possed all those years ago. 

What is it? It’s bow’s orange sunset spring, That quick step groove down the Grove Road, It’s the blue smoke glamour of crack slab urban bohemia, The richest man alive doesn’t have a penny, And I’m looking to cash in on his wisdom, Looking out for the wise in his eyes and the ice in his next drink, And his next drink, And his next drink, And his next drink, I watch the world, its tower blocks headbutting the skyline, So stitch that, That slit in the sky like a knife gash, and a fallen sixties leather jacket, The tenements so unlovely and kitsch, And the people rolling on in our colours and classes, classes and colours, The beats of New London, Twisted by the bitter rhythm of the wrong education, In the big schools, On the bigger grey gothic, pink plastic flower estates, Twizzling our biros and cashing our giros, And it’s tupence for your philosophy, And tupence for your dreams, Fair ye unwell on the welfare, And the state is a fair man-made maid, It understands the sweet sickly pleasure of melancholy, The malign happiness of the horrors, Lick die happiness of the horrors, Delights in the mystery of it’s own misery, A modern love, So here we are, The fucked generation, At the fag-end of the 20th century A.D., Young and still breathing, But now it’s a trial, Cause we tried it all and we’re tired by it all, Too much, too young, too often, too many times, And it’s too late, But we’re not surrendering though, Fuck no we’re not, We’re on the offensive, On all fours in the puddles of No Man’s Land, And in that manner we move to the rhythms of ice cream vans playing ‘oranges and lemons’, And police sirens spinning and waking their mythical wails, Calling us to ourselves, Opium for the elite, Yeah, and there’s his illegitimate brother, Inexpensively smacking the kids of Stepney, at a cost, So let’s step out now, you and I, Let’s go now and stay a while, Underneath the sun, A council street lamp left on in the middle of the day, Tussling with gravity, branding skin, And it will tussle and brand, tussle and brand until it explodes. Tussle and brand until the sun explodes.

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So, Carl posted this on Weibo last night. He’s too gorgeous I can’t handle it…

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From The Isle Of Thanet News.

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…Bismarck.

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Carl, and Peter, in the studio at the Albion Rooms together??? Must be because of that special moon we’re having tonight.

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Full Peter interview from German radio! It really is excellent and so nice to hear an interview where they actually treat him seriously and ask him thoughtful and relevant questions. He talks a bit about his birthday, the presents he got, a lot about typewriters and cigarette cards (and gets upset when the lady host [rightly, and admiringly] calls him a nerd lol), the PM’s and the making of the record, and about Jai, and Alan Wass. Definitely worth investing 20 minutes!

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“We didn’t really have anywhere else to go to be honest. We had this studio in Margate - in fact I live there - but Carl, my erstwhile songwriting partner from the Libertines, he said no, the only thing we’re going to record here, for now, is the Libertines, ‘cause it’s the Libertines. And I said oh no please. And he said no. And I said go on, and he said no.”

— Peter explaining why the Puta Madres album was recorded in Normandy, not Margate.

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From Peter’s IG/FB/Twitter