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(CROWD CHEERING)
(CHEERING INTENSIFIES)
# LITTL'ANS FT. PETE DOHERTY: Their Way #
MAN: Yeah. OK, well, the thing about this is...
(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
PETE: 'How to talk about memories.
Very unreliable.
What did actually happen?
Flashes mostly. Joy, catastrophe.
How to describe a life when it never stops slipping
like sand between your fingers.
How to look at yourself in the mirror when you step across
the threshold of reflection, all the while.'
(CONTINUES SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
OK, Pete, if you can now tilt your head onto an angle.
Imagine you're hanging on a cross and your head is slightly
on one side.
'There are some concrete memories.
Places. Coventry in 1994.
Most kids were fiddling with the dog-eared ends of the century.
No, they weren't.
They were going to the Eagles disco in Bedworth.
I had to stay in behind the barbed wire at the army camp
of whatever military barracks we lived in.'
Pull your head out backwards. Mind your hair a bit.
It's a bit bright, mate. OK, go.
Fantastic. Beautiful.
Excellent.
'I was the new kid.
Always, always moving. Always.
I was never a boffin.
I was clever.
It was a dreamer. I was a clown.
I was reading everything, whatever I could get my hands on.'
# You know I knew you there
# And to see you know and help me on... #
'Now these are my notes.
Writing scraps of music,
songs, poems, that which can't be captured
in a neat, arranged story because there is no neat, arranged story.
I fall through these scraps.
It doesn't matter how far you fall, it's how hard you land,
and where, and I landed in a...
well, I landed on a stage.'
(FAINT CROWD CHEERING)
(HARMONICA PLAYING) PETE (SINGING): # Oh, brother
# Where art thou? #
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(HARMONICA CONTINUES)
Have you got any brothers and sisters?
'We lived on a barracks.
There's marching and tanks,
assault courses, barbed wire on fences
and check posts and armed soldiers everywhere.
Everyone that wasn't...
a spouse or child of someone in the army was in uniform.
And to go to school you had to leave the barracks.
Or in Northern Ireland, looking under the cars for bombs
before you drove away or, you know,
never, ever telling anyone your dad was in the army.
He was a sergeant major and regimental sergeant major.
He was the man that they used to keep people in order.'
(SOLDIER SINGING)
(SERGEANT MAJOR SCREAMING ANGRILY)
'Him and my mum, who was a military nurse when they met,
and married within a week, they had this vision as well
of quite a strict family code
and polishing your shoes and no answering back.
Yeah, everything was revolved
around the discipline of the military life.
So that was... that was just normality.
And I think, to 12, 13,
it was just central to your identity and your life.
And then as I got 14,
15, 16, 17,
it became an obstacle to the identity
that was naturally being forged as I grew up.
Just this idea that, you know, you couldn't do anything really.
You know, I just wanted to be elsewhere.
I wanted to live in a world where I didn't...
or just wasn't subject to this... to barbed wire.
At that point, it was just a question of how quickly I could get out.'
(TYPEWRITER KEYS CLACKING)
I wasn't a particularly good guitarist,
but I knew a few chords and I had ideas for songs
and they seemed to fit together with, like, the half ideas he had.
So even though we didn't particularly like each other...
It's like two one-legged men having to...Yeah.
Two one-legged men who are split down the middle.
Otherwise he couldn't stand up, and after a while, he learned to walk.
We didn't really have an idea of sound or...
even a band, really. We just always believed,
quite an old-fashioned way, in songs.
Complete faith is what we lived inside.
The only thing we had, really. We didn't have religion and...
I know we had love affairs and whatever and drugs,
but nothing that really captured you completely, and songs did that.
I'd always lived inside songs. And so had he.
And then we created our own ones, and that was that.
Our next guests are a terrific rock and roll band from London,
and this is their American network television debut.
The CD is entitled "Up The Bracket."
Please welcome The Libertines.
It's The Libertines.
# Did you see the stylish kids
# In the riot, shovelled up like...
The Libertines, they're fan-fucking-tastic. Yes!
Finally, I think simply the coolest band on the planet,
it is The Libertines. (CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)
There they are!
I am very excited to have you on the show.
The thing about The Libertines that people don't realise,
it was just so incredibly exciting in the beginning. It was like...
It was almost like seeing the Beatles in Hamburg.
I was never there, but I imagine
it was like seeing the Beatles in Hamburg. And the thing about them,
Pete and Carl were so obviously talented,
but there was so much going on and the pressure on them
must've just been incredible. It was just like song after song,
gig after gig. It was like a speeding train
and it was never going to stop. And that was what was so exciting.
From one moment, nobody knew who they were.
Ten minutes later, everybody wanted a bit of them.
And the winner is...
The winners are The Libertines! (CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)
Well, ladies and gentlemen, it's been a hell of a year.
Yeah. Listen though, just give us two seconds, right? Carl.
I knew a simple soldier boy...
Who grinned through life in empty joy.
He slept soundly through the lonesome dark...
And whistled early with the lark.
And in winter trenches, cowed and glum,
with cramps and lice and lack of rum,
he put a bullet... Through his brain
and no one spoke of him again.
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye,
who cheer as soldier boys march by,
sneak home and pray you'll never know the hell...
BOTH: Where youth and laughter go.
Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. (CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)
# THE LIBERTINES: Don't Look Back Into The Sun #
# Don't look back into the sun
# Now you know that the time is come
# And they said that it would never come for you, oh-oh-oh-oh
# Oh, my friend, you haven't changed
# You're looking rough and living strange and I know
# You've got a taste for it too, oh-oh-oh-oh... #
COLUMBO (ON TV): I know what you're asking.
I'm trying to avoid the question.
(LAUGHTER ON TV) Let me put it this way.
I follow my nose.
Someday the whole sky is gonna light up,
and it's gonna say, "Tilt."
And that's gonna be the end of the world.
# THE CREATION: How Does It Feel To Feel #
# How does it feel when the day is over?
# How does it feel when the dark comes down?
# How does it feel when your room is black as sin?
# How does it feel when you're scared by the dark?
# How does it feel to feel?
# How does it feel... # (MUSIC FADES)
PETE: # That's what we're to believe
# That's what we're to be... #
(TYPEWRITER KEYS CLACKING)
Obviously things changed once...
once Pete broke into Carl's flat
and there was the prison episode
and the beginning of the second album. It was just...
I don't know, I think maybe the pressure got to them too much
and I know Carl found it really hard. I'm sure Pete found it
really hard as well. It was just something...
It was a really tough time for everyone involved.
Heaven knows how it happened.
What's happened in the last year?
More jails, institutions and death.
Um... true love,
and then true disaster.
Punched up the hooter, um...
down the hatch, up the bracket and all along the watchtower.
KATIA: Were you sometimes afraid or worried
about the dark sides of Peter?
It got worse.
'First time I realised I had a habit,
a heroin dependency,
was when The Libertines went to Japan,
which would've been quite soon after we got signed, I think.
And it was on the aeroplane. I started withdrawing and I...
I reali... I mean, I knew it was coming.
I wasn't daft. I knew that it was addictive
and I just had never...
never been without it long enough to feel the effects of withdrawal.
And I was on the aeroplane, you know, with this new up-and-coming band,
you know, the world at our feet. And I realised that I was a...
..a heroin addict.
And I remember coming off the plane and sweating and a bit sick
and I remember Carl sort of looking at me knowingly.
And everyone else just thought I was a bit travel sick.
I didn't even, you know, I didn't care, to be honest.
It was what I already knew. I just opened my guitar case
lifted the guitar and just saw this lump of foil.
And meanwhile, all the dogs had come straight for me,
and because of the photographers, it was like, "Welcome to Japan.
I'm really sorry about the dogs. They get a bit excited." I mean, yeah,
they get a bit excited when they smell fucking heroin.
Went back to the hotel, bang.
I was smoking it. And then I realised that...
..I was dependent on this diet.
But I remember the change being almost instant.
(CLICKS FINGERS) Being... Felt top of the world,
felt a million dollars.
Down to the lobby. "Right, what's going on?" Everyone was like,
"Oh, Pete, you look really well!" I remember Carl saying to me,
"Yeah, I was a bit worried, mate, when I saw you at the airport.
You looked really pale and sick and you looked like death."
I thought... To be honest, I thought you had a heroin habit.
But looking at you now, you look better than you've ever looked."
You know? Like, "Yeah. Don't worry about me."
A kind of disbelief, really, at first that it would actually happen,
which then evolved into...
a disintegration really, of spirit.
So it was betrayal. And in the same way,
he saw my drug abuse as a betrayal of some unspoken rule
he had in his mind. He thought I was letting him down
and that I was just going to stop doing
what I'd just discovered and quite enjoying.'
# BABYSHAMBLES: F**k Forever #
'Babyshambles was great in a way that I was able to
sustain my own destiny, no matter how corrupt that was.'
The thing with those three records,
the two Libertines records and the Babyshambles records,
they capture something about England.
They're full of Englishness, they're full of the Albion, shall we say.
They're incredibly poetic records and
full of life and melody and energy.
And even though they may not have been, I don't know,
maybe looked upon it at the time, I think in years to come,
people are gonna really love those records.
# BABYSHAMBLES: Albion #
(CROWD CLAPPING RHYTHMICALLY)
# Down in Albion
# I am black and blue
# But we don't talk about that
# Are you from round here?
# How do you do?
# I'd like to talk about that
# Talk over gin in teacups
# Leaves on the lawn
# Violence in bus stops
# And the pale thin girl with eyes forlorn... #
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
KATIA: So you haven't slept last night?
Not really, not in the end. That's five days I went.
Nearly. Wow!I know.
I was starting to talk to the furniture.
Well, I'm not surprised, really, after what sofa did to me.
Stole my keys and it made me think that this French bloke had done it
and like really... nice things that Frenchmen...
if such a thing exists.
(TRAFFIC HUMS)
(CONVERSING IN FRENCH)
MAN ON RADIO (IN FRENCH):
Apologise to the French fans, and say "Look,
I had to get off the fucking train," like... you know?
That's why I was so late, you know.
MAN (IN FRENCH):
You've got no idea, we've been through hell and high water.
It's four... four and a half hours we've been on this train now.
It's an absolute joke.
I don't know if you can hear me, but listen, I'm gonna...
I'll try and do this for you, like... (PLAYS "THE GOOD OLD DAYS")
# If Queen Boadicea
# Is long dead and gone
(CROWD CHATTER)
(PETE CONTINUES FAINTLY) (INDISTINCT FRENCH CHATTER)
(IN FRENCH)
(CROWD CHEERS)
# ..spirit in her children's children's children
# Lives on
(VAN HONKING) (CROWD CLAMOURS)
# But if you've lost your faith in love and music
# Oh, the end won't be long
(IN FRENCH)
# I've tried so hard to keep myself from falling
# Back into my bad old ways
# And it chars my heart to always hear you calling
# Calling for the good old days
# Because there were no good old days #
(CROWD CHEERS)
I don't mind playing songs for people who wanna listen to them.
I'm... You know, I can play anywhere I like in England
and I come to a room full of people who talk shit while I play, so...
There's no point carrying on! You know what I mean?
Thank you, you're a gentleman.
So, to everyone who's listening, who's into... thank you.
To everyone who's talking, I'm really sorry to interrupt the conversation
with my silly song, alright? So, on one hand, thank you.
On the other hand, fuck you. Alright? OK?
(CROWD CHEERING) Cheers.
# PETER DOHERTY: 1939 Returning #
(MUSIC FADES) (DOOR CRASHING)
(SINGING INDISTINCTLY)
KATIA: So maybe I was wrong. You're not scared of death.
What, scared of it? Yeah.
No, yeah, it's the one thing I'm not scared of.
I'm scared of everything else. That's why we didn't
get to the cash point just now. Fucking petrified.
Why?
Why? Well...
Because we weren't dressed. Because they wear feel...
I think I've done that a lot in my life as well.
Got myself in situations with people and then...
just turned instantly. Just switch. Freak out.
So I've never been able to explain
what it... to them... They must just think I'm...
"What the fuck's wrong with him?" But...
actually, it's almost like a snap...
..in my head, and all of a sudden there's...
It's just not, like, healthy. It's like...
The only way to be just sat...
Like, what I was thinking of, was getting back right here.
Just sat here, exactly where we were, right?
(SIGHS)
(PLAYING GENTLE RIFF)
(CROWD CHEERING)
'Memories of a love-hate relationship with the stage.
And I'm scared but I'm exhilarated.'
(TYPEWRITER KEYS CLACKING)
'If the whole world tells you, "You are the one,"
I defy you not to believe them, my son.
I see you judging me.
People on the street and in the subways
and all kinds of different sandwich shops.
Remember that look every time you go on stage.'
(TYPEWRITER KEYS CLACKING)
KATIA: So you're petrified of life, but still...
..it must be so violent then, when you go on stage then.
Before. Just before.
Yeah, you know that though, don't you?
Yeah. It's impossible.
It's kill... It's... It's killing me.
It kills me every time. It's murder.
It's the horrids. I...
I knew it, but I knew it from...
Because even for something like me or anybody in...
anybody...
OK, let's put in between brackets, "normal"...
..which is not the right word at all but you get me,
to go on stage is scary.
But to go to the ATM
and on the way,
getting petrified is not happening to me.
(LAUGHS)
Yeah.
S...Yeah, that'd be something simple, right?
Yeah.
(INDISTINCT MUTTERING)
'It's just what I do naturally.
It's what comes to me. It's who I am.
And it's how I define myself when I'm sat with a pencil,
or a guitar or a typewriter.
It's immediate.
I need to create and burrow into these holes
and tunnels under the city and in the hillside.
If I haven't slept, then life is turgid
and dark and dangerous and dramatic.
Instant, controversial.
When I've slept, then life is beautiful.
You know, melodic and peaceful and creative.
Let's just say after three or four days without sleep,
it becomes quite a dark tunnel that I inhabit.
But, on the whole, on the surface,
it's not a tug. No. Yeah.'
(TRAFFIC HUMS)
(CROWD CHEERS)
'The great thrill comes from playing live.
But there was always an element of walking up to the gallows, maybe.
Not, like, nerves or being worried about anything in particular.
I think it's just some unspecific unnameable terror.
Maybe the anxiety just comes from the anticipation
of being so close to that fevered state.
Like the narcotic effect, you know,
of driving music and driving energy.
Like there's some trapdoor being pulled out from underneath you.
But more often than not, you just, like...
you swing down to a joyous place. you know?'
# BABYSHAMBLES: Killamangiro # # I've gone,
# You will know
# I was the only one...
'My mum's from Anfield, but I was never a Liverpool fan,
but, you know, all that side of the family's from Anfield,
it was expected that I would be because I love football,
but Dad supports QPR and that has always been my team.
But the first games I went to were at Anfield.
I think I was four or five and my dad,
he got a couple of tickets and we were sat the halfway line
but I spent the whole game just watching the Kop.
You know, and this would have been the mid-80s so you can imagine
what it was like. A throbbing, writhing mass
of bodies which would occasionally break into something
completely unified, seemingly spontaneous, you know.
In that very small area, 25,000 people
crushed together all suddenly burst into the same song
or the same hand gesture or raising scarves
or anything that tribal, that fascinated me
much more than the football.
Going to the match and singing and screaming, shouting, jumping around,
and then when the Taylor report kicked in
and the terraces disappeared and they put seats in,
it killed it for me, to be honest.
It's like being asked to go to a disco
and not being able to dance or something. That was everything for me
was to be part of that unit, impassioned and together.
And that's what really attracted me to music.
Cos I thought, I'm never gonna score a goal and see the crowd go nuts.
That was always what I wanted.'
# In the eyes of the unwell and unwise
# They killed a man for his giro today #
(CROWD CHEERING)
'You know, just to see bodies in chaos
and just a need for chaos and frenzy
so you can fully express everything.
I love being part of it. I love watching it.
And then the first sort of gigs I went to,
I thought, "Fuck, yeah, it could still happen," you know?'
(GUITAR CHORDS REVERBERATE) (CHEERING CONTINUES)
'Early Stone Roses gigs were like...
a thing of religious experiences to that generation.
Same with The Smiths. They were a religious experience.
But I felt that. I felt an affinity to that,
but it was like I'd come after Jesus had died, you know?
The Beatles did a lot of seated theatres
to screaming teenage girls. It was a different vibe, you know?
Like, when the lyrics or the poetry of punk
combined with that rock and roll energy,
it created a new crowd, which was more... a mosh pit.
Like, exactly the same as football, the terrace, you know.
Tapped into something ancient, built into our DNA.
And I thought, "Fuck." You know, "It can still...
It can still happen. People still do believe, if you like."
You know?
So we put extra hours into building a church.'
(SPEAKER CRASHES) (CROWD CHEERS)
TONY HANCOCK: Does Magna Carta mean nothing to you?
Did she die in vain? (LAUGHTER)
Now, sit that chicken wing down!
I act in my own stuff.
(GIGGLING)
(GIGGLING, SQUEALING)
Tuna sandwich. Wait a second. You're a good guy!
(GENTLE GUITAR STRUMMING)
(MACHINE WARBLES)
I don't remember having that done. I was so drunk.
They shouldn't have done it cos, like, apparently I could hardly walk
and, um...
I was with two of my friends and they had tattoos as well,
but I don't remember having it done.
I woke up and I was like, "Oh, my God."
# BABYSHAMBLES: Delivery # # By, oh by
# The way of an explanation
# Cast adrift of the shores of shorty's nation
# I had a lick... # Nah, he's a good guy.
But again, he has his moments,
you know, when he's been awake for too long or...
can be a bit silly. But we all can, you know.
But mainly, most of the time, he's too nice.
He's nicer than most people, that's for sure.
He is a very loyal person.
You don't need the television.
Well, we can edit that and have me doing a flying kick,
knocking him out.
(GUITAR PLAYING) (CYMBALS TAPPING)
'Hard drugs entered my life,
and slowly, slowly,
very quickly took control.
I think I'd already had this air of mystery and fantasy
about laudanum, opium, and cocaine.
The Kubla Khan, Chatterton, Hunter Thompson.
So this horrible little wrap that I had
of skanky, cheap, street-quality heroin
in my mind became
the sacred key to another dimension.
I was working in a bar at that time
in Amwell Village in London called Filthy MacNasty's
and I remember I had it in my pocket all night.
And I remember closing up at the end of my shift
and, like, locking the bar, I lived in a little room upstairs
and then smoking this heroin and deliberately lying down,
expecting these incredible dreams,
floods and dragons.
It wasn't a very scientific study.
I had no understanding, really, of heroin.
Yeah, that came later. A couple of years later.
See, the moves I had in my fantasies,
like when I was young, kicking a ball against the wall
and dribbling through the lampposts and trees,
somehow it never quite made the leap into reality, you know?
Like, the overhead kick that I perfected on my bed,
it never really worked out on the football pitch,
you know, for the school team.
This kind of formulaic discrepancy between fantasy and reality...
..it plagued my creative freehold
ever since, ever after.
Indeed, it plays havoc with whatever area of my life
knows the rules to havoc and wants to play havoc.
Fancy a game of havoc?'
Tomorrow, I go to court.
I'll get a very stern look off the magistrate
and then she will review the situation and she'll say,
"Look, last year, last July, or whenever it was,
you came here, you were very lucky not to go to jail,
we give you an 18-month probation order.
It's quite clear that you have not respected,
you know, this opportunity.
Cos you haven't tested clean... that often,
although I have tested clean quite a lot.
So I have that in my favour.
And then she's gonna say "Right, I have no choice, really, but to...
you know...
..to give you a custodial sentence, otherwise people are gonna,
you know, gonna think you're getting privileged treatment and..."
She knows that...
I've got a huge fear...
a huge fear of going to jail.
And it's fucking gonna be hell.
So she's gonna know I'm gonna be frightened.
So boring.
You know? Just locked in a room 23 hours a day.
And then you have an hour, you're either, like,
walking round a concrete yard
with, like, you know, hundreds of maniacs.
"Doherty!"
"Go on, son!"
"Wahey! Shagged Kate Moss."
Yeah, it's hard, really hard work on the head.
And the soul, I would say.
'Got no money. You got no phone. You got nothing, just...
You just got yourself and...
back to basics.
But it's awful. It's, like, really hard
and, you know, it's very...
You got no privacy. You can't even...
can't even go to the toilet on your own, you know.
Sharing a room.
And because I'm famous and that,
especially famous in that kind of world, that culture, you know...
people read the tabloids and all kinds of shit they write about me.
It's murder.
It's right in your face, you know.
KATIA: Is it every day?
I don't know. I don't read it, to be honest.
I think it's been quite quiet recently.
But the last thing I heard was that I was a scientologist.
Apparently. You know?
It's just complete rubbish.
I just take it for granted that people know
that it's absolute shit, you know? And unfortunately,
it doesn't work like that.'
(MAN SPEAKING FRENCH ON RADIO)
PETE: Hello!
(IN FRENCH)
Oi, oi, oi.
(KATIA SPEAKS FRENCH)
(IN FRENCH)
(SQUEALING)
KATIA: What is success for you?
Success for me is begging, I suppose.
Talk about success, uh...
You know what? The only reason... You've caught me there with that,
actually, because you know how I think of my father...
and I wonder if things might be reconciled in a different way.
They might be reconciled. But success for me,
he always said to me, "Look,
when it reached the stage...
he understood that I wasn't gonna be doing
any of the things that he might have had in mind for his son.
He just said to me...
"Whatever you do,
be successful at it."
That's why he couldn't understand it when I...
I declared that me and this lad called Carlos...
..we're gonna make a go of a band
who write songs and become a successful songwriting partnership.
Because he said, "What did I tell you?
If you're gonna do something, do it successfully."
He said, "You can't write. You can't write songs.
You've shown no propensity towards musical accomplishment.
You can't sing. You're not even... Son, what did I tell you?"
"You said 'Be a success.' Yeah, Dad,
look.
Thanks to you and your military...
..and the military background, right, that you've given me,
I've spent a lot of my time...
basically kicking stones
on the corner of a street
on a crappy estate behind barbed wire.
I'm not allowed to do... be part of, like, reality.
I have to find own reality. And I spent a long time
in this fantasy world, and I assure you, right...
this is meticulously coordinated, right?
It is going to be a success, right?
Trust me."
(TYPEWRITER KEYS CLACK)
'Maybe happiness is not being able to know what's gonna happen.
Maybe if we knew the end of the story,
there wouldn't be any more story.
Are we forgotten?
Do we forget?
I can't remember how many times I've turned against the wall.
There comes a time when time itself doesn't matter anymore.
It's gonna last years, this strange navigation
upon the indistinct shores of life.'
# A little death
# Around the eyes...
Painting is a close inspection of the psyche,
incorporating an interpretation and...
quite often a kind of filtration of society
and of the very small part of the world that I inhabit.
It's a desperate attempt that I make time and time again
to satisfy myself.
I'm slowly moving forward,
tip tip tip, tap tap tap.
And yet at the same time, there are now many circles
that bring me back to Oscar Wilde
and Dostoevsky and Joyce.
And the things really that...
inspired me in the beginning
and continue to do so.
# I don't want you to...
And like,
I get an enormous amount of pleasure.
When you're messing about on canvases,
an enormous amount of pleasure. It's not just my escape,
it's my arrival and my departure and...
my first, my last, my everything.
# To break free... #
# My, you did look dapper
# In your mother's old green scarf
# With your famous Auntie
# Arthur's trousers on
# You were slapped by that slapper
# And how we all laughed
# But she laughed the loudest
# Oh, in '93
# You could charm the bees knees off the bees
# Cheeky you'd say
# And we all fell around
# Rolling round the playground
# Saucy you'd say
# And we all fell about
# Rolling round the playground... #
MAN (IN FRENCH):
Sold out!
(CROWD CLAMOURS)
Around this place, yeah, people know what a legend is.
If Oscar Wilde was alive today,
he'd be chastised as Pete Doherty.
Oscar Wilde, Pete Doherty, same thing.
If Oscar Wilde was alive today, he'd be in prison.
# To warm my bones
# Oh, I've had enough of the dreadful cold
# From the flames appears Salome
# I stand before her amazed
# As she dances and demands
# The head of John the Baptist on a plate
# And in the morning
# Shaken and disturbed
# From under soft white fur
# I see the dust in the morning bright
# Sets the room alight
# And by the telly appears Salome
# I sit up amazed
# As she dances and demands
# The head of Isidora Duncan on a plate
# Oh, it's Salome
# She is the cold
# Coldest of nights
# It's the fire I light
# Just to warm my bones
# I've had enough
# Of the dreadful cold
# And before me appears Salome
# I stand before her amazed
# As she dances and demands
# The head of any bastard on a plate #
(CROWD CHEERS)
I re-read Crime and Punishment.
Fourth time now, I've gone through that.
I love that book.
Is that a real guillotine? Yeah.Yeah?
The last one that killed someone in France.
No! (EXHALES) Yeah.
It is quite creepy, eh? It's quite a strange way, as well,
you know, to... to punish people.
Like...
a public celebration, isn't it.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(CHUCKLES) Fucking hell, it goes on, doesn't it?
How much punishment do they want? (LAUGHS)
Look, it's... People are animals.
It's a fucking...
(READING QUOTE)
Oh, these are amazing.
Oh, ma gawd.
Listen, you've got to take care of yourself at some point.
Yeah, something does have to be done. You know, you're right.
(LAUGHS) You're right there.
You know, you've got to concentrate on yourself at some point.
If it's not gonna be rehab, it's gonna have to be an implant.
That's the two choices you've got at the moment.
You have to do something. Right?
(LAUGHS) So, yeah. Keep that thought there.
You are... You are going for an implant whether you like it or not.
I know. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll be there.
I'll come with you.
(SIGHS) What's the fucking worst it can do?
MAN: Since how long I see Peter?
I suppose maybe from...
four, five, six years. Cos it's quite special.
But not only Peter, with other patients
because they are so vulnerable at the same time.
They are very strong. They are arrogant.
They are proud, but they are so vulnerable.
Implant is a naltrexone implant.
When you talk about opiates, you can talk about...
two things like the agonist and antagonist,
and that means that even if he's having drugs,
it can... it can do nothing.
("HOW DOES IT FEEL TO FEEL" BY THE CREATION PLAYING FAINTLY)
'Courts are saying, "Look, you have to get this blocker,
or you go to jail."
A small capsule releases pills once every couple of weeks.
Opiate blockers. Awful.'
Sorry, Peter. Sorry, Peter.
# ..when the day is over
# How does it feel when the dark comes down?
# How does it feel... (SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
# ..when you're scared by the dark?
# How does it feel to feel?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER) # How does it feel to feel?
That's a... another patient I have...
(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
MAN: No. No face. No face. KATIA: OK.
That's another chap I have from the same thing.
Bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup.
# How does it feel? #
PEREIRA: Everyone wants to achieve a point
where he can control himself,
where he can work, where he can love.
And that's what Peter wants to do. He wants to be a normal...
Of course, he likes the rush of the drugs,
but he also wants to be a free guy.
And with drugs he can do nothing.
'Get an implant or go to jail.
That was what I was being presented with half the time.
I mean, who are these people?
It's horrific, what they did to me. They're messing powerful sides
of the human psyche, the fucking biological makeup
of the brain, you know? And I was the guinea pig.
We were the guinea pig. We really were.
Numbing of the spirit and of ambition.
Yeah, what about the mind? What about the soul?'
MAN (ON RADIO): This is a programme about pubs and writers.
Writers in pubs, pubs in books.
Books in pubs?Subjects that go together like cheese and onion.
Mild and bitter, not that you can find many pubs
that will serve you that these days.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
REPORTER: How hard has it been for you to be back in a room together?
Well, I think that it has been quite hard.
You know, obviously, there's been a lot of, um...
It's cos you live in Denmark, John. Fucking nightmare.
He lives in Denmark. (LAUGHTER)
He never answers his phone and he's been starting a family.
It's odd, really, like, the...
the way we've always communicated with each other successfully is
through music. And that sounds really naff but it's true
and... that's how and why
we're together and... sorry.
Oh. Ah.
But how does it feel? I don't know, you know.
Cos we haven't actually been in a room alone together.
So, um... (LAUGHTER)
REPORTER: Do you see this as part of your rehabilitation?
Rehabilitation from what?
Well, you know, your drug problems are well-known. Is this part...
Not really. I'm trying to keep that as quiet as possible, like...
(LAUGHTER) No, really. You know?
As you can imagine, it's quite a...
you know, even just then, me and Carl would sneak off for a crafty one
while John wasn't looking. (LAUGHTER)
A crafty cigarette. Yes, exactly. This young man here,
you have a question, yes? Yes, Greg Cochrane from Radio 1.
Have you talked about why you split in the first place yet?
Well, I don't think that's something that's...
It's pretty well-documented...
um...
Really, I never got my side of the story out, to be honest.
(LAUGHTER) Here we go. Right, everyone just...
Does everyone wanna get a pint? And we'll sit in a circle.
Wel, you know, forgive and forget.
That's what I say.
Apology accepted, right? Yeah.
OK, then. Any more questions then? We're wrapping up, so I'm sure...
Of course, you've got the chemistry. I mean...
# When you've got... BOTH: # Homo sapiens
# And selective cultural evolution
# Lie-day-dee-da-dee-day! # (LAUGHTER)
It's something I've been dreaming about for six years.
I... Just to get on a stage and say...
"We're The Libertines,"
and it be real and we mean it,
and two crooked fingers, then that's the biggest euphoria.
REPORTER: It's a long time, four months away from Reading.
Heaven forbid, but if you do fall out again, what's gonna happen?
If we fall out, it'll be the same as it ever was.
We're not gonna fall out. We're not gonna fall out before then.
(BAND PLAYING "MUSIC WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT")
# Memories of the fights and the nights
# Under blue lights, all the kites
# We flew together I thought they'd rhyme forever
# But all the highs and the lows
# And the to's and the fro's
# They left me dizzy
# Oh, won't you please forgive me
# I no longer hear the music #
We're here waiting for Wolfman.
Outside Her Majesty's Prison Pentonville.
Trying to explain to Katia that women also work as...
prison officers.
And they love it, yeah.
He should be coming through this gate.
They've told me any time between now, which is 7:00 in the morning
and 8:00 this evening, so typical Wolfman really.
Fucking me about.
(IN IRISH ACCENT) But it's a proud day for all of us.
And, um, yeah. Imagine living there.
I'll tell you about it. Come over here, love.
We have to hide. We have to hide cos they don't like me anyway in here.
Trust me. That's one thing I know from my time in prison.
They don't like me in there. They're not...
Their life is basically a brutal one.
The officers and the prisoners, mutual animosity.
Mutual mistrust. Mutual hatred.
An aggressive place and a violent place. It's nasty.
A lot of the prisoners, a lot of the officers, basically,
are just like fucked up, twisted people
who live in an aggressive world.
But you have a laugh, you know?
Right, that's it. We better get off, cos like...
you can't just film round here.
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(LAUGHTER) Yes!
(TYPEWRITER KEYS CLACKING)
Four months in Pentonville. (SCOFFS)
Wouldn't fancy that, mate.
Any interesting characters though? No, absolutely none.
All cunts. Absolute cunts. All of them.Fucking hell.
And loads of people said that you owe them.
Yeah, they're gonna say that, aren't they? I don't owe anyone fuck all.
WOMAN: I'll pull over up left.
He's just had it so bad. And I can't believe he's been
in the Ville for four months.
What a shithole that is.
Four months in Pentonville. It's mental, mate.
Murderers. Rapists.
Wolfman. (LAUGHS)
It's absolutely horrific.
I cried once in there.
"Strong love of life.
Like no one else," in brackets.
"I gotta work out what I wanna do, I'm counting down the hours
Walk on you. Walk on me. Walk on by.
Try living like this, living a lie."
(PETE STRUMMING GUITAR)
# Slowly down
# Down the river, the one they sold you down
# The one where all your timbers shiver
# Slowly down
# For the outing
# Her name was Clown
# For the outing now
# You've found the prison of my mind
(SINGING INDISTINCTLY)
(STRUMMING EXPERIMENTALLY)
Do you want to hear...
I woke up at 5:50AM
and I hit the emergency button.
They said I wasn't on the unlock list
and that it was not an emergency and I'd get a red mark.
I was confused so I had a coffee. I weighed up the options.
Part of me wanted to attend and the other was hurt.
Another part was relieved that I wouldn't have to spend a day
in an uncomfortable cell in cuffs in a sweatbox. But then...
They're horrible, those cells in the appeal court.Eh?
They're horrible, those ones. Agh, God.
That's where I went for my appeal back in my burglary charge.
What's the stuff you've learnt? I'm gonna be alright in life
as long as I don't flop and upset everyone by hiding away.
It was all confused. I didn't mean to hurt people. I just...
My view was like, "I'm not doing anything to you
because I didn't think anyone liked me."
I just felt completely worthless. I've just found out, like...
I've just been working on my self...
Self-esteem, say it. Self-esteem, yeah.
You know, I've always been a bit vulnerable.
(STRUMMING, SINGING INDISTINCTLY)
(BUSY, INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(CROWD CHEERING)
(CHEERING INTENSIFIES)
# I heard it said You had come back from the dead
# You were playing so fine
# Scooping up the soul of the wine
# Now courage, my boy When they look you in the eye
# Try not to look too scummy
# If you need some money And you want some money, now
# It's not a happy place to be
# There's nothing nice around me
# There's nothing nice about me Almost everyone agrees
# A hell of a year for you and me, my friend
# All those promises, promises
# I know you heard it all before
# Love is
# It's always just around the corner
# I heard it said You had come back from the dead
# You were playing so fine Even if you don't show it on time
# Courage, my boy
# When you look like me in the eye
# If you try to be funny
# Do you want some money now?
# Now #
(GUITAR SOLO)
(SONG ENDING) (CROWD CHEERING)
KATIA: How do you feel these days? Hm?
How do you feel these days?
I'm quite grateful, I think, at the moment, you know,
to be doing what I'm doing.
Libertines gigs this weekend.
Pressure's mounting but fuck me, it's going to be a...
How are the first meetings
with Carl and the boys?
I said stop that.
Yeah? Do you hear me?
Did you hear me? I heard you.
Huh? I heard you.
OK. So you've stopped filming?
I did. Yeah, OK.
Fucking one year out in the dark, I keep bumping into the truth
every now and again, and like coming out with these other...
other bits of...
insight, but...
When it comes to The Libertines and all that,
I can't be arsed thinking about it all too much.
I'm too involved. It's too... It's all too...
..too confused.
For lots of reasons.
No sense can come of it.
(EXHALES) I can't really begin to imagine what's going on
at the moment. I'm sure I'm gonna look back on his time and gasp
and be pretty annoyed with myself,
how I'm doing things, but...
It's all... It's all... No, actually, what am I talking about?
At the moment, it is difficult. Things are difficult.
I'm just waiting for these Libertine gigs to be done
and to...
..get over that enormous obstacle.
Enormous achievement, I think.
It's gonna be fucking emotional. It's gonna be fucking possibly...
..wonderful and stressful. Probably gonna kill me.
And I can just put paid to a lot of things.
Bang, bang, bang, bang. Just spunk a lot of it on just...
..destroying all these fucking...
..facades of an existence, you know.
Like, end all these chapters and then burn the fucking book.
I pray I can sit one day and watch this with you
and that this isn't, you know... oh, God.
That you don't watch this bit of footage now and...
you know...
..the day after my funeral or something.
I want to make it through to the other side. I do, I do, I do.
I'm not going the right way about it, I know.
It's all wrong, what I'm doing. I'm going about it the wrong way.
(CROWD CHEERING)
(GUITAR STRUMMING)
(DRUM BEATING) (CHEERING INTENSIFIES)
(STARTS PLAYING "DON'T LOOK BACK INTO THE SUN" RIFF)
# Yeah!
(CROWD SINGING MELODY)
# Don't look back into the sun
# Now you know that the time is come
# And they said that it would never come for you, oh-oh-oh-oh
# Oh, my friend, you haven't changed
# You're looking rough and living strange and I know
# You've got a taste for it too, oh-oh-oh-oh
# They'll never forgive you, but they won't let you go
# Oh, no
# They'll never forgive you, but they won't let you go, oh, no
# Don't look back into the sun
# You've cast your pearls, but you're on the run
# And all the lies you said, who did you save?
# Though when they played that song at the death disco
# It started fast, but it ends so slow
# And all the time it reminded me of you
# They'll never forgive you, but they won't let you go
# Let me go!
# They'll never forgive you, but they won't let you go, oh, no #
(ANIMAL SCREECHING DISTANTLY)
(PLAYING PROLONGED HARMONICA NOTES)
(FIRE CRACKLES)
(BIRDSONG)
(FAINT DRIPPING OF WATER)
(CAT MEOWS DISTANTLY)
(GENTLE MEOWING)
PETE: Where's Boo-Boo? (CAT MEOWING)
There's no cat food. Any fish?
(MEOWING) What? Sorry!
Sorry!
So fussy.
Look, this fish you can have for free.
You can have the... oh!
It's definitely gonna have you now. There you go.
Look at that. Disgusting. Who lives here?
(PETE MUTTERING INDISTINCTLY)
Just to use up the last drops of petrol.
There we go. All down his foot. Ooh!
(MUTTERING)
Is this legal? Probably not. OK.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Come on. Up you go! Up you go!
Reserves! Reserves!
Yeah, go on, son! Go on! Up and along. Up and along.
Whoa! (FIRE CRACKLES)
Woah!
(FIRE POPS) Ay!
I love the way plastic, when it goes molten,
it drips down like that.
Like melted time.
The passing hours and days and years.
(IMITATES DRIPPING)
OK, show's over, kids!
Everyone out the pool!
(INDISTINCT CHATTER AND LAUGHTER)
I actually think...
there's a mysteriousness about that that I actually...
(CHATTER BECOMES INDISTINCT)
(GAVEL BANGS) Ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome to the Cob Gallery for the first ever
Pete Doherty auction
of his paintings and his artefacts.
101 is a selection of guitars,
owned, played, photographed in...
by Peter Doherty. They're here.
These are the guitars you're bidding on here.
£160. It's down here at £160.
At 160. 170, we're bid on one. 180, we're bid.
Two-five! At 2005.
Sold. 2005. (AUDIENCE CHEERS)
£2,000 that I am selling. It is going once.
It is going twice.
It has now sold.
£1,700, now I have 1,700.
1,800 here is bid. Now 1,800.
1,900 now. At 1,900 for the desk.
(GAVEL BANGING) Sold! And sold.
440. It has now sold.
Sold for £1,600.
Sold. Sold.
Sold, £1,200. And...
sold, £1,300.
Sold, 3,000. (CHEERING)
(GAVEL BANGS) 35...(CHEERING)
And sold.
£320. (CHEERING)
Last chance.
Last chance. £2,900, then...
(GAVEL BANGS) 2,900.
This is the most exciting painting of the evening,
because this is the...
personal work of Doherty
in production with Amy Winehouse.
£22,000. At 22,000.
£25,000. At 25,000.
At 20...
30. £35,000...
Last chance, then. Once...
Twice... (OVERHEAD BEEPING TONE)
Was that a bid? (LAUGHTER)
Too late! There's 35,000 down here. (LAUGHTER)
There's 35,000 here. At 35,000, then.
On the internet at £35,000...
# JIMMY CLIFF: Sitting In Limbo #
# But I know what I've seen... #
# Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over
# Sandman... Yes?
# Sandman, I'm so alone Bung, bung, bung, bung
# Don't have nobody to call my own... #
(SPEAKING IN FRENCH)
# I suppose
# It must be that time
# To try
# To...
(SINGS IN FRENCH)
(GUITAR DISTORTS AND FADES)
Nah-yah.
"Forever alive. Forever forward.
Stately...
solemn...
sad.
Withdrawn. Baffled. Mad.
Turbulent. Feeble. Dissatisfied.
Desperate. Proud. Fond. Sick.
Accepted by men. Rejected by men."
If I wasn't on drugs, I probably wouldn't be
in the place I'm in now, doing the things I'm doing,
in most aspects of my life.
S... Sh...
To be honest.
What do you mean? What do you mean? What do you mean,
want me to get better? How...
KATIA: Well... And why am I even asking you that?
But I, like, never really...
Because none of us want to admit to not being well.
Or...
is it the opposite? People love to make out
they're real, like, hypochondriacs. Old people. Like, "How are you?"
"Ooh, me back!" That was like me this morning, admittedly, but...
"Ooh, me back!"
You're obviously leaving something since...
what, a week? Ten days?
A week, five days? Two days?
Now today. Now it's postponed again. No.
You postponed... Yeah. No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
So there's obviously something going on in your mind
for postponing all the time. What's happening?
Um...
Waiting to see if there's another option for salvation.
Wait and see if fucking... if...
..if all these fine minds,
logical, intelligent, as well as being caring.
If they conclude that rehab's the best option, then...
well, hell. Who am I to fucking argue again and again and again?
There must be something in it. But then again, you never know.
You know? Strange things do occur.
Someone might just come and save me, there might be another option.
I don't know.
"Inside of those washed and trimmed faces,
behold..." (BANG ON DOOR)
"..a secret, silent, loathing and despair."
Yeah, you're right. Something has changed.
I'm trying to get out of it, aren't I?
I'm trying to get out of it.
So right now, you do or you don't want to go?
(WHISPERS) I don't care.
"Have the past struggles succeeded?
What has succeeded?"
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
"My call is the call of battle. I nourish active rebellion.
He going with me must go well armed.
He going with me goes often with spare diet,
poverty, angry enemies, desertions.
Allons! The road is before us!
It is safe. I have tried it. My own feet have tried it.
Be not detained. Camerado, I'll give you my hand!
I give you my love more precious than money.
I give you myself before preaching or law.
Will you give me yourself? Will you come travel with me?
Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?"
(INDISTINCT SINGING) (THUNDER RUMBLING)
(THUNDER CLAPS)
Seems like it's a message from the gods after all.
It's quite obvious what they're saying about Thailand, you know.
They're saying, "Don't fucking go up there in an aeroplane,
whatever you do. Jesus."
'Putting it off. Putting it off, you know.
Putting it off in extremis. Like, just... just one more bag.
And then we'll do it.
Trying to think of a way just to get myself through that period
of grace at rehab, or just try and take something with me, so it was all
about experimenting with, like, hollowing out apples and things,
or, you know, the lining of your dressing gown cord,
lining of pants.'
MAN ON RADIO (IN FRENCH):
241km!
241km, but where are we going?!
Happiness!
Alright, we'll get there in no time!
'Time had come. I think I was just, I don't know,
praying that God would intervene and lightning would strike the rehab
or something if I put it off long enough, but it was still standing
as they just put me in this 4x4 and took me to the place.
And all periods of grace were cancelled.'
This is a crushed flower. (SNIFFS)
Crushed flower is just kind of symbolic
of the addict in me at the moment.
The crushed flower of my addiction.
(BIRDSONG) (FAINT, DISTANT SINGING)
Well, obviously, here we are at the...
well, Hope. Hope changes everything.
Certainly changed me. I don't have a crack pipe in my mouth.
Or in my pocket. There's...
There's one in my cabin, but alas, there's no...
nothing to smoke in it. And I don't really feel the need
right this second, but then...
(EXHALES)
Yeah, day three.
(SNIFFS) I'm struggling.
I'm struggling with not taking drugs, of course,
which is why I'm in rehab.
But I'm fit and healthy-ish.
I'm healing. All me sores are healing.
And I'm a bloody fool
because I'm plotting this and plotting that,
but... here I remain.
Over and out.
I am struggling a lickle bit today.
Yeah. I haven't had any methadone though, so...
But here we are in paradise and...
yeah, just...
I think I need a sit down with my typewriter and my guitar,
you know, for a few hours on my own and...
you know, get back in touch with my creative ambitions.
Cos I know they're there, but...
I want bags! I want bags!
Meep! Meep!
It's getting more and more difficult by the day, I guess.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Yeah, I'm Pete and I'm an addict guy, yeah.
How dare you...
How dare I...
How dare I get fucking clean?
(IN AMERICAN ACCENT) Mark my words, there'll be hell to pay.
Can't just leave that monkey lying there by the side of the pool.
You gotta take it home and feed it.
Yeah. Or you know what's gonna happen, don't you?
That monkey's gonna come crawling
maybe not tonight and might not be tomorrow,
but slowly, inch by inch,
night by night, that monkey gonna find you.
It's gonna come when you least expect it.
It's gonna sneak up on you, go, "Rrr!"
# Getting closer to being clean
(STRUMMING GUITAR)
# But the little green methadone fairy, she's so mean
# Cos she gives and then she takes
# And she fixes and then she breaks
# The lime green muse
# If I could only find my shoes
# I'd be away into town, yeah
# Find me some brown, yeah #
No.
(EXHALES)
("CORPSES IN THEIR MOUTHS" BY IAN BROWN PLAYING)
Good day. Really good day.
Probably the best day yet having treatment.
# She smokes crack
# It's off the beaten track
Feeling, uh... good, really.
I had my little relapse, cos my body just... (EXHALES)
Got my energy back.
(CHUCKLES)
# You cannot stand the force of law
# Look, man, I know it from your nature
# Hit the deck as the creator...
Carl came back to Hope as well which was...
I was little bit concerned about that but...
Everything's...
Everything's just as it should be, really.
I love Boo-Boo.
# Still she's holding hands with you
# It's cut like crystal chandeliers
# I'll shine like diamonds in her ears... #
(DISTANT BIRDSONG)
They say getting clean is the easy bit.
And 15 years of blocked emotion is coming out.
That's gonna be the tricky bit.
And that's what I'm running away from.
Because it has been quite an emotional...
..couple of days, really.
Just everything makes me cry, really. (LAUGHS)
But... (MUMBLES INDISTINCTLY)
Don't cry.
It made sense at the time. I think I just needed to hear him say
that that's how it was for him.
It is ten o'clock
on Thursday, 20th of November.
And I'm clean.
Got my piss test there.
Ah, one second, I'll go and get it.
Clean of cocaine.
Clean of heroin.
Clean of amphetamines and THC
which is weed.
And also clean of methadone.
Now, I have had a Valium, so I'm not quite
clean of benzedrines yet, but...
..I think that will do for today's message.
I feel proud. I do feel proud.
OK. See you tomorrow.
Yeah. Last two days have been...
been OK, I suppose. Not much of a struggle.
But, um, I feel good. Went out tonight.
Just me and Boo-Boo and...
didn't have a drink, so...
you know, I'm OK. I'm good.
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
I feel clean. I do.
I mean, I'm here. I'm not losing this.
I have had a few drinks.
It's not really the same, I know, but it is.
I feel good, though. I feel at peace.
I think the only way you can be clean
it to follow the steps.
You know, so...
We'll see. We'll see what happens.
Je sais pas.
# THE SMITHS: The Boy With The Thorn In His Side #
(SINGING ALONG) # La-la-la-la-la #
(LYRIC REPEATS)
(CROWD CHEERING)
# What a waster, what a fucking waster
# You pissed it all up the wall
# Round the corner where they chased her
# There's tears coming out from everywhere
# The city's hard, the city's fair
# Get back inside, you've got nothing on
# No, mind your bleedin' own, you two bob cunt...
'Don't think it would ever have occurred to me
that he would appear on stage.
I wasn't ready for that, nor was I...
welcoming particularly at first. Like, you can see me smiling,
but I was genuinely shocked that he knew the words.'
# ..Beano or the unabridged Ulysses
# Oh, I really wanna know
# So tell me where does all the money go?
# Where does all the money go?
(CROWD CHEERING) # Straight up...
# You know I never really liked it anyway
# So much preferred it the other way, yeah...
'But he'd never come to gigs before.
I think that the only gig he'd ever seen was
an early Libertine gig in Germany.
cos he was still posted in Germany in those days.
And then eight years of not talking to me
and then another eight years, so it's 15 years now
since he's even been to a show and he wanders on stage. (LAUGHS)
Yeah. Singing 'What A Waster' and doing that strange gesture
for the lyric about having it going up her nose.
He is a bit of a karaoke meister, I think.'
# You know that...
# Never really liked it anyway...
'So all these years later, for him to come on
and know the lyrics as well, it was...
honestly, I was a bit shocked and embarrassed
almost as much by the fact my mum came on stage with the birthday cake.
And had this crowd singing Happy Birthday.
(LAUGHS) Yeah.
Supposed to be, like, rock and roll mythology,
but it was just, like, a bit naff.
But I love them.'
# Happy Birthday...
'We made peace, you know. Quite a magical moment.
I'm just grateful that he's not disowned me anymore, you know?
Funny old world, isn't it?
I've been through an incredible journey of consciousness,
unconsciousness, subconsciousness, and...
psychedelic, psychotropic consciousness.
Chemical and intellectual curiosity.
Sadly, this led to great physical dependency
and physical degradation, from which I seem to have emerged.
Some days are more difficult than others.
It's a bit like a balancing act, a high-wire act, you know.
Just keep from falling.
It was a deep immersion in that life
and there's a great difference between being clean
and being 'able to live happy and free' clean, you know?
I can be clean,
but I'm still putting time between that immersion
and coming out of the waters.
It will take a little bit of time to dry.
I think I'll be interested in working with people
who are in the thick of addiction.
I think I'll be pretty well-qualified to help them,
if anyone wants any help.'
(WAVES LAPPING)
(SEAGULLS CAW)
'The talent is the man
and comes from the man and comes from the artist
and doesn't come from the drugs.
And it never has come from the drugs.
Part of the fun and the challenge of creating
is to create in spite of circumstances.
So, in spite of being a drug addict,
in spite of being clean,
I will create.'
# PETE DOHERTY FT. THE PUTA MADRES: Someone Else To Be #
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# Looking for another chance
# Looking for someone else to be
# Looking for another chance
# To ride into the sun
# Ride into the sun
# Ride into the sun #
# PETE DOHERTY & KATIA DE VIDAS: Honky Noir #
# Remembering
# Some slacks gang swing
# Pattering
# A-rinky-blink
# Cold worn fingers strum old warped wire
# But you get hung up, high deadly
# Delay your dive
# Cramped prefab divides
# And low, slung, drunk, sly
# Sing, song, sighs
# Once we'd serenade and all your dreams were made
# The gutter, the tap
# Singers' chimes
# You know, we were so emboldened when we
# Saw the Ferodo bridge signs
# We bet our lives
# On the coming of our try #