Playing "Time for Heroes" by the Libertines today brought me straight back to 12th grade of high school when, weary almost everything in Manila, I dreamed of oldschool British rock, gin in teacups, the whimsy and joie de vivre of Dorian Gray combined with the residues of passion from the Romantic era, the modern backalleys and charming riffraff of Deptford, Catford, Watford, Digberth, Mansfield, or as Pete Doherty sings "anywhere in Albion".
Listening to so much synthpop, electronica, and trance these days--music that corresponds so well with fast-paced work, clubs, and big cities-- and then listening to these guys... well, it was quite a profound moodshift. I'm trying to perfect playing "Time for Heroes" because it is just such a good song. I may need a capo soon though, my voice strains at the lower notes.
Some lyrics:
The stale chips are up and the hopes stakes are down
Its these ignorant faces that bring this town down
Yeah I sighed and sunken with pride
You know passed myself down on my knees
Yes I passed myself down on my knees
What can you want now you've got it all
She says it's obscene
Time will strip it away
A year and a day
And Bill Bones
Bill Bones he knows what I mean
There are fewer more distressing sights than that
Of an Englishman in a baseball cap
Yeah we'll die in the class we were born
That's a class of our own my love
Were in a class of our own my love.
