Lyrics Beautiful Libertine - Andy Bell

Beautiful Libertine

Beautiful libertine
Runaway addict at fifteen
Living out wild leaves
Like a beautiful libertine
Nothing left now on the left bank
Just absent souvenirs and cafe tourist traps
Nothing Bohemian around here today
You find a few scraps left in Lemaire
Drugged up, booz feud sensualist
Shattered ecstatics, shadowed soul half pierced
Like his imagined Sartre, Cocteau,
Any of whom wouldn’t be seen dead
In the of today
So the beautiful libertine
Euphoric in his exclusive circle of one
Finds the fun in the self destruction of one so terribly young
He doesn’t have Paris so how our
His self written manifesto ran couriers everywhere
And so he takes his selfish self
To a place that no one knows
Coops up a spoon or two, under the moon and stars
Ring full of poetry and prose
I miss the dance of a new life
And all those early teen, God why me’s
A refuge in heart
Then the escape route to proactively achieve
His hopes aligned to a future
In an imagined Parisian scene
Moved on or gone, or gone, or gone
The beautiful libertine
Beautiful libertine
Suffused in a mania of dark art dreams
Imagining a hole in his hands
From lifting a little cash
What do all visions mean
Intricate fantasies of payback
Revenge sought on, enemies imagined
That he never really had
Content somehow to feel that he was born bad
Mad, bad and dangerous to know, went back home
In his English suburb
Everyone just left him all alone
Beautiful libertine
Runaway addict at fifteen
Living out wild leaves
Like a beautiful libertine
He find gold in a shit of a life among mice
Embraced his all new design for life
Those tainted specs through which he sees
In another’s face
It’s just the lottery of life
Wrong time, wrong place
He didn’t have to think twice
By the backyard bins
He didn’t have to think twice
Freedom paradise
No sense of sin
No sense of sin
No sense of sin
Beautiful libertine
Runaway addict at fifteen
Living out all wild leaves
Like a beautiful libertine
Beautiful libertine
Beautiful