Det är egentligen svårt att fatta hur mannen klarade att göra så skön rock som han gjorde under det decenniet, både i Libertines och Babyshambles. Plattan Shotters Nation är en skönt skramlande och garageröjande upplevelse från 2007 där låten There she goes är ovanligt slick i arrangemanget. (Det jazziga kompet påminner inte så lite om Cures Lovecats.)
Doherty låter som en fryntlig storbandsledare i ett glatt sväng som kontrasterar texten med hinkvis av ironi. "There she goes, a little heartache / There she goes, a little pain".
Det är oklart om det är Kate Moss han besjunger, men i vilket fall som helst är texten en fröjd i sig.
//P
There She Goes
I, I do declare, I was surprised to see you stay
Only to be betrayed
By the one you gave all your love and trust to
And tell me how could I let go?
Since I caught a glimpse of your immense soul
You were dancing to northern soul
Just one glance, ah well, you know
There she goes, a little heartache
There she goes, a little pain
Make no mistake she sheds her skin like a snake
On the dirty road to fame, dirty road to fame
My love, now oh, there she goes, a little heartache
There she goes, a little pain
Make no mistake, sheds her skin like a snake
You're going to walk the plank again, walk the plank again
My love, now
I was to implore that you forget all you saw
When you came through my door and from your bag
Pulled out more skag than I'd ever seen
No, how could I let go?
Since I caught a glimpse of your white plimsolls
Twisting and turning to northern soul
Just one glance, ah well, you know
Everybody knows
There she goes, a little heartache
There she goes, a little pain
Make no mistake, sheds her skin like a snake
On the dirty road to fame, dirty road to fame
My love, now oh, there she goes, a little heartache
There she goes, a little pain
Make no mistake, sheds her skin like a snake
And you walk the plank again, walk the plank again
My love, now
There she goes a little, there she
There she, there she goes
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