Pogues

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Pogues, The Filmography

T in the Park
2008, role: actor , character name: Themselves
The Pogues: Poguevision
2006, role: actor , character name: Themselves
If I Should Fall from Grace: The Shane MacGowan Story
2001, role: actor , character name: Themselves
Completely Pogued
1991, role: actor , character name: Themselves
Cap d'any a TV3
1989, role: actor , character name: Themselves

The Pogues - If I should Fall From Grace With God (2004) (Full Album)

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Duration: 64:50
Updated: 16 Sep 2014

If I Should Fall from Grace with God is the third album by The Pogues, released on 18 January 1988.[1] Released in the wake of the band's biggest hit single, "Fairytale of New York", it was their best-selling album, peaking at number 3 in the UK Album Charts and reaching the top ten in several other countries. As The Pogues were not signed to a record label at the time (their previous label Stiff having gone into administration), the album was released on their own Pogue Mahone label and distributed by Warner Music Group in the UK and Europe. In North America the record was released on Island Records and with a different cover. Previous Pogues albums had focused on an Irish folk/punk rock hybrid. On If I Should Fall from Grace with God, jazz, Spanish folk and Middle Eastern folk were added to the mix. The addition of Spanish and Middle Eastern sounds was a sign of things to come; on 1990's Hell's Ditch these would become more prominent. On this album, however, it was very much Irish folk to the fore, especially on songs such as the title track, "Bottle of Smoke", "Lullaby of London", "Sit Down by the Fire", and the rendition of the traditional jig "The Lark in the Morning" as the coda to "Turkish Song of the Damned". These songs were more typical of earlier Pogues albums, mostly fast and heavily textured. The album was also the first by the band to utilize a complete drum kit. The album marked the most substantial line-up change to date for The Pogues, as it was the first full-length album on which multi-instrumentalist Terry Woods and bassist Darryl Hunt appear. It also marked the departure of one of the original members, bassist Cait O'Riordan. The alternative album cover is a collage of faked photos of the group's members, in which their faces have been superimposed onto a shot of Irish author James Joyce. The picture of Joyce appears fourth from the left. Due to time restriction of a vinyl LP the two tracks "South Australia" and "The Battle March Medley" have been omitted and can be found only on the CD release. 1) If I Should Fall from Grace with God 2) Turkish Song of the Damned 3) Bottle of Smoke 4) Fairytale of New York 5) Metropolis 6) Thousands Are Sailing 7) Fiesta 8) Medley: The Recruiting Sergeant/The Rocky Road to Dublin/The Galway Races 9) Streets of Sorrow/Birmingham Six 10) Lullaby of London 11) Sit Down by the Fire 12) The Broad Majestic Shannon 13) Worms 14) The Battle March Medley 15) The Irish Rover 16) Mountain Dew (bonus track, not on original release) 17) Shanne Bradley (bonus track, not on original release) 18) Sketches of Spain (bonus track, not on original release) 19) South Australia The Pogues: Shane MacGowan – vocals, guitar Spider Stacy – tin whistle, vocals James Fearnley – accordion, piano, mandolin, dulcimer, guitar, cello, percussion Jem Finer – banjo, saxophone Andrew Ranken – drums, vocals Philip Chevron – guitar, mandolin Darryl Hunt – bass, percussion, vocals Terry Woods – cittern lute, concertina, strings, banjo, dulcimer, guitar, vocals Additional personnel: Ron Kavana – banjo, spoons, mandolin Kirsty MacColl – vocals on "Fairytale Of New York" Siobhan Sheahan – harp Brian Clarke – alto saxophone Joe Cashman – tenor saxophone Paul Taylor – trombone Chris Lee – trumpet Eli Thompson – trumpet Notwithstanding the provisions of sections 17 U.S.C. § 106 and 17 U.S.C. § 106A, the fair use of a copyrighted work, including such use by reproduction in copies or phonorecords or by any other means specified by that section, for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching (including multiple copies for classroom use), scholarship, or research, is not an infringement of copyright.

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The Pogues In Paris - 30th Anniversary concert at the Olympia - DVD [2012] - Part 1/2

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Duration: 66:17
Updated: 06 Sep 2014
author: RadioValvular / LepoVision Music

THE POGUES celebrate their 30th anniversary with a sold-out double concert at the Olympia theatre in Paris. 00:00 Intro 02:50 01. Streams of Whiskey 05:55 02...

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The Pogues - Red Roses For Me (FULL ALBUM)

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Duration: 40:54
Updated: 11 Jan 2015

In my opinion this is their best work, they get a little slow after this one. This may not be up for very long, enjoy. 1. Transmetropolitan (0:00) 2. The Battle of Brisbane (4:22) 3. The Auld Triangle (6:15) 4. Waxie's Dargle (10:39) 5. Boy's from the County Hell (12:34) 6. Sea Shanty (15:30) 7. Dark Streets of London (17:55) 8. Streams of Whiskey (21:13) 9. Poor Paddy (23:45) 10. Dingle Regatta (26:54) 11. Greenland Whale Fisheries (29:47) 12. Down in the Ground Where the Dead Men Go (32:24) 13. Kitty (35:57)

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The Pogues With The Dubliners

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Duration: 4:11
Updated: 02 Jul 2006

the pogues perform the irish rover with the dubliners RIP RONNIE DREW

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The Pogues - Dirty Old Town

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Duration: 3:59
Updated: 31 Aug 2014
author: ThePoguesOfficial

The Pogues 3030 The Essential Collection is available Now! http://amzn.to/ZrGluV Containing the Irish legend's biggest hits spanning 1984 to 1996. Included a...

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The Pogues Featuring Kirsty MacColl - Fairytale Of New York (Official Video)

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Duration: 4:03
Updated: 07 Dec 2011

The Pogues 30 Years Boxset is out 16th Dec - Order here - http://po.st/Pogues30 The perfect Xmas gift for any Pogues fan! Download the track from iTunes here: http://po.st/FairytaleNY Official video for the The Pogues Featuring Kirsty MacColl - Fairytale of New York. Arguably the greatest Christmas song of all time!

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THE POGUES @ Munich, Germany München 1985 Live Full Concert

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Duration: 38:54
Updated: 01 Nov 2014

THE POGUES @ Munich, Germany München 1985 Live Full Show. - Greenland Whale Fisheries 0:01 - Repeal of the Licensing Laws 2:25 - Boys from County Hell 4:25 - Pair of Brown Eyes 7:10 - Sally MacLennane 11:33 - Dingle Regatta 14:10 - Paddy on the Railway 16:42 - Battle of Brisbane 19:53 - Waxies Dargle 21:30 - Dark Streetos of London 23:30 - Muirsheen Durkin 26:35 - Whiskey youre the Devil 28:30 - Battle of Brisbane 30:44 - Transmetropolitan 32:25 - The Band played Waltzing Matilda 33:28

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The Pogues - The band played waltzing matilda

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Duration: 8:11
Updated: 04 Sep 2014
author: majorsnag

Alec Campbell,the last known survivor of the ANZAC forces at Gallipoli (and the last known survivor of Gallipoli) died on Thursday, May 16, 2002 at the age o...

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The Pogues - A Rainy Night In Soho

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Duration: 4:45
Updated: 06 Sep 2014
author: ThePoguesOfficial

The Pogues 3030 The Essential Collection is available for Pre-Order Now! http://amzn.to/ZrGluV Containing the Irish legend's biggest hits spanning 1984 to 19...

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The Pogues- Thousands Are Sailing

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Duration: 5:31
Updated: 10 Aug 2013
author: JTpoguemahone

One of my favourite Pogues' song, with images of Ellis Island, New York and immigrants.

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The Pogues - Streams of Whiskey

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Duration: 2:42
Updated: 04 Sep 2014
author: ThePoguesOfficial

The Pogues 3030 available Now! http://amzn.to/ZrGluV Containing the Irish legend's biggest hits spanning 1984 to 1996. Included among the 30 tracks is the na...

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the Pogues - a Pair of Brown Eyes

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Duration: 3:49
Updated: 02 Sep 2014
author: chrisaldi

here's a great video from the pogues... enjoy!

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The Pogues - Summer In Siam

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Duration: 4:11
Updated: 04 Sep 2014
author: ThePoguesOfficial

The Pogues 3030 available Now! http://amzn.to/ZrGluV Containing the Irish legend's biggest hits spanning 1984 to 1996. Included among the 30 tracks is the na...

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The Story Of The Pogues & Kirsty McColl Fairytale of new york The full Story 1 of 1

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Duration: 56:02
Updated: 04 Dec 2014

The full Story making the Fairytale of New York Download here https://itunes.apple.com/gb/album/fairytale-new-york-single/id579375251 https://www.facebook.com/pages/Fairytale-of-New-York-Pogues-Ft-Kirsty-Maccoll-For-Christmas-Number-1/769015209819426?ref=hl

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Dirty Old Town - The Pogues - Lyrics ,

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Duration: 3:46
Updated: 06 Sep 2014
author: VenomousNewfie

I met my love by the gas works wall Dreamed a dream by the old canal I Kissed my girl by the factory wall Dirty old town Dirty old town Clouds are drifting a...

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The Pogues - Ariake, Tokyo Japan, 31st October 1988

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Duration: 87:46
Updated: 04 Sep 2014
author: songhunter1966

The Battle March Medley The Broad Majestic Shannon Streams Of Whiskey If I Should Fall From Grace With God The Body Of An American, Lullaby Of London Usa, Bo...

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The Pogues - The Rocky Road To Dublin

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Duration: 3:14
Updated: 04 Sep 2014
author: SwindonByf

Previously unreleased.

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The Pogues & Kirsty McColl Fairytale Of New York

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Duration: 4:01
Updated: 05 Sep 2014
author: skateboardingmad

The Pogues & Kirsty McColl - Fairytale Of New York. This has always been my dads favourite christmas song and ever since i first heard it it was mine too. th...

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The Pogues - If I Should Fall From Grace With God

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Duration: 2:36
Updated: 03 Sep 2014
author: ThePoguesOfficial

The Pogues 3030 The Essential Collection is available Now! http://amzn.to/ZrGluV Containing the Irish legend's biggest hits spanning 1984 to 1996. Included a...

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The Pogues - Wildcats of Kilkenny

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Duration: 2:49
Updated: 20 Aug 2014
author: SwindonByf

from "Rum, Sodomy and the Lash"

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The Pogues - Fiesta

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Duration: 3:52
Updated: 04 Sep 2014
author: Caitlin ó Ceallacháin

The Best Of Irish Music.

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The Pogues - The Body of an American Lyrics

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Duration: 4:49
Updated: 17 Dec 2008

This is the forth in a series of simple music videos that include the lyrics to some of the best Pogues songs. The Pogues play traditional Irish music with influences from punk rock. While the actual sound of this music is outstanding, the lyrics are normally incredible and the work of a genius, Shane MacGowan. However many people, particularly those from outside of Ireland, sometimes struggle to make out these excellent lyrics. This series of videos aims to provide these lyrics and hopefully enhance everyones enjoyment of this superb music even further.

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The Pogues-Love you till the end

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Duration: 4:35
Updated: 05 Sep 2014
author: Tanni1903

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The Pogues - Live At The Town & Country Club (1 of 4)

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Duration: 11:39
Updated: 04 Sep 2014
author: autostopowicz70

Concert is here: http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=F5AFA6AF42D42914 Next part: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r_P0PXG6RrE The Pogues - Live At The Town...

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The Pogues - Live At The Town & Country Club (4 of 4)

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Duration: 14:55
Updated: 01 Sep 2014
author: autostopowicz70

Concert is here: http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=F5AFA6AF42D42914 The Pogues - Live At The Town & Country Club (London, St. Patrick's Day, March 1988...

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The Pogues - Dirty old town, live 2012

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Duration: 4:10
Updated: 06 Sep 2014
author: Danny Mulder

I met my love by the gas works wall Dreamed a dream by the old canal I Kissed my girl by the factory wall Dirty old town Dirty old town Clouds a drifting acr...

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The Pogues: Live Concert 1985

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Duration: 19:01
Updated: 04 Sep 2014
author: mitch26

Here's a really great quality early show with The Pogues. Lots of really rare stuff featuring, And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda, and Whiskey You're The D...

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The Pogues - If I Should Fall From Grace With God - HD 1080p

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Duration: 2:27
Updated: 17 Aug 2014
author: DarkSideOfThe Moog

Live At The Town & Country Club St Patricks Day 1988.

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The Pogues - A pair of brown eyes (live)

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Duration: 4:14
Updated: 30 Aug 2014
author: efectotunel

The Pogues en directo en Munich el 15/04/1985. Cuando Shane MacGowan y los Pogues no se habían convertido aún en un vulgar grupo de revival dedicado a dar la...

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The Pogues - A Rainy Night In Soho (Live 1987 Halfway To Paradise)

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Duration: 5:15
Updated: 13 May 2015

rare UK TV performance , this is ripped from my original VHS recording

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The Pogues - Fairytale Of New York - Live - O2 Arena - London - 20th December 2012

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Duration: 5:09
Updated: 03 Sep 2014
author: carolinetillyann

The Pogues played the O2 Arena to celebrate their 30th anniversary, this is their huge Christmas hit 'Fairytale Of New York' This song was originally sung wi...

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The Dubliners & The Pogues LIVE - "The Irish Rover" - HQ

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Duration: 3:13
Updated: 28 Aug 2014
author: FyAthyRio69

Ronnie Drew and Shane MacGowan join forces for this reading of the traditional Irish number. Footnote: the original name of the Pogues was Pogue Mahone. It's...

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The Pogues and Kirsty MacColl - Fairytale of New York

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Duration: 4:34
Updated: 13 Dec 2006

St.Patrick's Day Live (1988)

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The Pogues in Paris (Olympia), 30th Anniversary - Dvd Teaser

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Duration: 1:21
Updated: 24 Aug 2014
author: Universal Music France

Limited Edition Book Dvd / Blu-Ray of the entire show Limited 3-LP Vinyl 2 CDS All versions available on Nov 19, 2012.

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The Pogues Live - 11.Sept.1985 Barrowland Ballroom Glasgow

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Duration: 65:31
Updated: 16 Dec 2014

11-Sep-85 Barrowland Ballroom, Glasgow, Scotland - The Sick Bed Of Cuchulainn - Streams Of Whiskey 3:23 - Billy's Bones 5:55 - Repeal Of The Licensing Laws 8:36 - Transmetropolitan 10:46 - The Old Main Drag 13:39 - A Pair Of Brown Eyes 17:03 - Dirty Old Town 21:25 - Wild Cats Of Kilkenny 25:11 - Whiskey You're The Devil 29:02 - Sally MacLennane 31:40 - Jesse James (Spider Stacy vocals) 34:45 - I'm A Man You Don't Meet Everyday (Cait O'Riordan vocals) 38:00 - Dingle Regatta 41:28 - The Gentleman Soldier 44:10 - Poor Paddy 46:04 - Battle of Brisbane 49:15 - Waxie's Dargle 51:10 - Boys From The County Hell 53:03 - Greenland Whale Fisheries 56:04 - The Wild Rover 58:30 - The Parting Glass 1:02:25 Early version of "Dirty Old Town". Terry Woods now in the Band.

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THE POGUES live FETE DU BRUIT 2014

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Duration: 5:40
Updated: 27 Aug 2014

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The Pogues - Sally MacLennane - Live 1985

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Duration: 2:55
Updated: 24 Aug 2014
author: MercifulRelease

Recorded from Channel 4's The Tube 1985.

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the pogues live 1984

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Duration: 14:46
Updated: 04 Sep 2014
author: jimmod123

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The Pogues - 05 - Thousands are Sailing (Live @ T&C; '88)

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Duration: 5:20
Updated: 31 Aug 2014
author: ShastaOrange

The Pogues Live at the Town & Country. Guests: Joe Strummer, Kirsty McColl, David Byrne, others. St. Patrick's Day 1988 From rare Jap laserdisc.

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The Pogues - 06 - Fairytale of New York (Live @ T&C; '88)

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Duration: 5:04
Updated: 10 Jan 2007

The Pogues Live at the Town & Country. Guests: Joe Strummer, Kirsty McColl, David Byrne, others. St. Patrick's Day 1988 From rare Jap laserdisc

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The Pogues Live in Lorient 1986

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Duration: 8:08
Updated: 07 Oct 2010

"Dark streets of london" and "The body of an american" played at Interceltic Festival. Lorient, Brittany. August 86.

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The Pogues - Shane MacGowan - Body of an American

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Duration: 4:32
Updated: 14 Aug 2013
author: Dave Murphy

The Pogues - Shane MacGowan - playing Body of an American in Dublin - Self Aid 1986.

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The Pogues - The Body Of An American - Live Japan 1988 HD

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Duration: 4:43
Updated: 18 Mar 2015

The Pogues Live Tokyo Japan 31st October 1988

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Fairytale of New York - The Pogues and Kirsty MacColl (Songs Guitar Lesson ST-105) How to play

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Duration: 22:40
Updated: 03 Sep 2014
author: JustinGuitar Songs

In this guitar lesson we're going to learn how to play Fairytale Of New York by The Pogues and Kirsty MacColl, a super simple one and a more complex guitar a...

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the pogues reading festival 1989

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Duration: 120:29
Updated: 28 Jul 2015

for more live pogues visit... http://pogueslive.blogspot.co.uk/

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The Great Hunger:The Life & Songs Of Shane MacGowan (Complete Version)

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Duration: 58:09
Updated: 14 Jun 2015

First shown in 1997 this BBC documentary gives an insight into the life and career of Pogues frontman Shane MacGowan.

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The Pogues interview 1988 - Shane & Spider in cracking good form

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Duration: 43:07
Updated: 04 Aug 2014
author: futsal1958

Spider had already injured himself in a mishap the night before and was on crutches. Shane looked a bit lit up even at the start of the interview. Both men w...

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The Pogues Live - 13.Dec.1986 Barrowland Ballroom Glasgow

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Duration: 80:21
Updated: 14 Jan 2015

13-Dec-86 Barrowland Ballroom, Glasgow, Scotland - The Irish Rover 0:30 - Streams Of Whiskey 3:45 - Rake At The Gates Of Hell 06:18 - Medley 08:38 - The Ballinalee 13:03 - The Body Of An American 16:15 - If I Should Fall From Grace With God 21:04 - Lullaby of London 23:40 - South Australia 27:40 - Repeal Of The Licensing Laws 29:44 - Turkish Song Of The Damned 32:20 - The Sickbed Of Cuchulainn 36:30 - The Broad Majestic Shannon 40:01 - Dark Streets Of London 42:46 - Dirty Old Town 46:30 - Transmetropolitan 49:58 - Sally MacLennane 53:58 - Jesse James 56:15 - Greenland Whale Fisheries 59:40 - Waxie's Dargle 1:02:10 - Waltzing Matlida 1:04:10 - The Wild Rover 1:09:30 - The Irish Rover 1:13:20 - The Parting Glass 1:16:50

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the pogues glasgow 1985 from gary alexander collection

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Duration: 75:32
Updated: 17 May 2015

pogues trade list contact... gary alexander ... fyezall@hotmail.co.uk 1983 100 Club London 27 Nov Flac 1984 I.C.A London 31 Dec Flac 1984 Newport, Labour Club, Wales 18 Dec Flacs 1985 Alabama Hall Munich, Germany 15 Apr GA 1985 Bremen, Germany 25 Oct 1985 Colchester Womad Festival Mersea Island 20 July 1985 Dublin McGonagles 01 March 1985 Ediinburgh Playhouse 16 Dec Flac 1985 Glasgow Barrowland 11 Sept Flac 1985 Glasgow QMU 13 Dec Flac 1985 Greenland Whale Fisheries CD 1985 Hamburg Vorsprung durch Alkohol 21 Apr 1985- Hamburg 04-21 1985 Hamburg 21 Apr (Remixed) 1985 Hamburg 21 Apr Flac 1985 Hamburg Markhalle, , CD Germany 21 April 1985 Örebro, Sweden 10-May-85 1985 Soít - Live Bootleg 12in 1985 The Clarendon 17 March Flac 1985 The Clarendon 17 March J 1985 The Cricketers Kennington, 22 Jan J 1985 The Tube 11- Jan Flac 1985-86 Live on the Old Grey Whistle Test J 1986 Boston The Spit - DV8 06.03.86 1986 Duesseldorf 12 Nov 1986 Glasgow Barrowland 13 Dec Flac 1986 Glastonbury 20 June Flac 1986 Glastonbury Festival J 1986 Hammersmith Palais 09 Dec 1986 Hammersmith Palais 17 March Flac 1986 Harlesden Mean Fiddler 16.1.86 1986 Kilburn National 04 Dec Flac 1986 Lille Espace Foire 28 Nov J 1986 Lyon France 11 June J 1986 Manchester Sloskys 23 May Flac 1986 Newcastle Mayfair 14 Dec Flac 1986 Newcastle Mayfair 14 Dec J 1986 Orange Théatre Antique 14.8.86 1986 Providence Lupo Heartbreak Hotel 7.3.86 1986 Strathclyde University 14 March Flac 1986 Utrecht Netherlands 01 Dec 1987 Boston Metro USA 01.12.87 J 1987 Brixton Academy 17 March 1987 Electric Ballroom 17 Nov Flac 1987 Finsbury Park 18 July Flac 1987 Glasgow Barrowland 17 Dec Flac 1987 Glasgow Barrowland 18 Dec Flac 1987 Leicester De Montford Hall 14 March Flac 1987 Murrayfield Stadium 01 Aug Flac 1987 Paleo Folk Festival Nyon Switz 24 July 1987 San Juan Coach Club USA 12 Dec Flac 1987 The Session RTE 07 June Flac 1988 Birmingham NEC Arena 12 Dec 1988 Birmingham Odeon 24 Feb F 1988 Bizarire, Germany 09 July J 1988 Bremen, Germany 01 May 1988 Edinburgh Playhouse 29 Feb Flac 1988 Edinburgh Playhouse 29 Feb J 1988 Essen, Germany 27. November 1988 Glasgow S.E.C.C 09 Dec Flac 1988 Italian TV J 1988 Muenster Germany 30 Apr (Incomplete) 1988 Newcastle City Hall 26 Feb Flac 1988 Norfolk Broad (Norwich) 21 Feb J 1988 Pinkpop Landgraaf, The Netherlands May 23 1988 Rome 18 May 1988 St Patrick's Night' Town & Country Club 1988 Tokyo Japan 31 Oct 1988 Town & Country Club 16 March Flac 1988 Town & Country Club 16 March J 1988 Town & Country Club 17 March Flac 1988 Wembley Arena 17 Dec Flac 1989 Boston Opera House 30 Sept J 1989 Bremen Germany 25 June 1989 Costa Mesa, CA @ Pacific Amphitheatre Sep 8 1989 Lausanne, Switzerland Hot Point Festival 15 June 1989 Mansfield Great Wood 17.08.89 J 1989 Reading Festival 26 Aug 1989 St Andrews Stadium Birmingham 10 June J 1989 The Pogues TV Sessions 1990 Derby Assembly Rooms 25 Oct Flac 1990 Glasgow Barrowland 02 Oct Flac 1991 Brixton Academy (with The Chieftains) 15 July 1991 Cologne 11.07.91 (Joe Strummer) 1991 Harlow Music Festival 21 July Flac 1991 Leysin, Switzerland 12 July 1991 Warfield Theater, San Francisco (JS) 07 Oct 1991 Yokohama Womad Festival, Japan 30 Aug 1993 Greater London Radio Session 6th August 1993 Leysin, Switzerland (Spider) 2001 Manchester Apollo Dec 16 2001 Reunion - Brixton Academy 23 Dec CD 2001 Reunion At The Point (Dublin) 20 Dec 2004 Birmingham Carling Academy 17 Dec 2006 Brixton Academy 17 Dec 2007 New York Roseland Ballroom 15 March 2008 NYC Roseland Ballroom 15 March 2009 Denver (Ogden Theatre)-10-23 2009 NYC Roseland Ballroom 13 March 2010 Drammen Norway 27 Aug 2012 Budapest Sziget Festival 11 Aug 2012 Köln 07 Aug 2012 Melbourne Festival Hall-04 Apr 2012 Shinkiba Studio Coast, Tokyo 28 March 2012 The Pogues in Paris; 30th Anniversary Concert Sept 2014 Hyde Pk - British Summer Time 05 July

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Pogues 1988 Japan

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Updated: 02 Sep 2014
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The Pogues-Live in japan

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Duration: 29:46
Updated: 08 Jun 2014
author: mitch26

The Pogues-Live in Japan Shane MacGowan, Jem Finer, James Fearnley, Andrew Rankin,Spider Stacy, Philip Chevron. here's a great early show I had to process to...

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The pogues - Live concert 1983

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Duration: 53:42
Updated: 03 Sep 2014
author: Torfirionpogues

2:17 1 Repeal of the licensing laws 4:48 2 Dark streets of London 7:46 3 Muirshin Durkin 10:22 4 Rocky Road to Dublin 13:58 5 Greenland Whale Fisheries 16:47...

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The Pogues Live + Kirsty McCall

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Duration: 22:14
Updated: 20 Jul 2014
author: Dizzy Diz

Special Guests... Kirsty McCall Joe Strummer (Clash) Lynval Golding (Specials)

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The Pogues Munich 2011

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Updated: 11 Dec 2013
author: imacweed

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The Pogues 16 17 18 maggio 1988 DOC italian TV

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Duration: 23:44
Updated: 03 Jul 2015

Roma, Studi R.A.I. “D.O.C. International Club” Italian Tv, 16th may 1988: Streams of whiskey/If I should fall from grace with God 17th may 1988: Rainy night in Soho/Turkish song of the damned 18th may 1988: Fairytale of New York/Fiesta On May 18th 1988, they will play @ Roma Teatro Tendastrisce

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the pogues edinburgh 1985 from gary alexander collection

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Duration: 55:38
Updated: 26 May 2015

any pogues traders?? .... http://pogueslive.blogspot.co.uk/

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The Pogues - Straight From Hell

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Duration: 42:10
Updated: 22 Apr 2015

A bootleg record from The Pogues, Enjoy!! (: A1 NW 3 A2 Miss Otis Regrets / Just One Of These Things A3 Bastard Landlord A4 London Calling Vocals – Joe Strummer A5 I Fought The Law Vocals – Joe Strummer A6 Turkish Song Of The Damned Vocals – Joe Strummer B1 The Good, The Bad And The Ugly B2 Rake AT The Gates Of Hell B3 Danny Boy B4 Haunted B5 Hot Dogs With Everything B6 Limerick Rake B7 Whiskey You're The Devil

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The Pogues live 18-Dec-1984 Labour Club, Newport, Wales

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Duration: 43:25
Updated: 17 Apr 2015

Pogues Banjo Tabs & Chords on http://www.the-pogues.de 18-Dec-1984 Labour Club, Newport, Wales - Greenland Whale Fisheries 0:00 - Repeal Of The Licensing Laws 03:10 - Boys From the County Hell 05:22 - Whiskey You're the Devil 08:50 - Kitty 11:48 - Dark Streets of London 17:00 - Transmetropolitan 20:18 - Sally MacLennane 24:25 - Dingle Regatta 27:40 - Muirshin Durkin 30:57 - Poor Paddy 32:52 - Battle Of Brisbane 36:21 - Waxie's Dargle 38:17 - Streams of Whiskey 40:45

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The Pogues Live Ecole Nationale des Travaux Publics de l’État (ENTPE), Vaulx en Velin, Lyon, France

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Duration: 69:21
Updated: 02 Jan 2015

11.06.1986 The Pogues Live The Sick Bed Of Cuchulainn Streams Of Whiskey Billy's Bones Repeal Of The Licensing Laws Transmetropolitan The Old Main Drag Dirty Old Town Wild Cats Of Kilkenny Sally MacLennane I'm A Man You Don't Meet Everyday (Cait O'Riordan vocals) Greenland Whale Fisheries Dingle Regatta The Body Of An American Poor Paddy Waxie's Dargle Haunted (Cait O'Riordan vocals) The Band Played Waltzing Matilda Jesse James (Spider Stacy vocals) The Parting Glass

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The Pogues - Very Drunk Interview

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Updated: 01 Feb 2006

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The Pogues special by Antoine de Caunes from Rock Arena (ABC TV) Part 1

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Duration: 7:13
Updated: 25 Feb 2010

The Pogues special by Antoine de Caunes from Rock Arena (ABC TV), with intro from Suzanne Downling. Features an interview with Elvis Costello and two with Shane McGowan. It runs for 22 minutes and 2 seconds and has been divided into three parts. The good bit is the interview (Part 3) with Shane about drinking. He laughs like Ernie from Sesame Street. "A civilised drink ... with your meal" Ha ha. Songs: Sally MacLennane (live), Dirty Old Town (live), The Body of an American (studio), Waxies Dargle (video clip), Poor Paddy (live) Video: DivX, 640x480, 2000 Kbits/sec, 25 Frames/sec Audio: MPEG-4, 128Kbits/sec, 16 bit Stereo, 48kHz

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The Pogues special by Antoine de Caunes from Rock Arena (ABC TV) Part 2

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Duration: 7:27
Updated: 01 Sep 2014
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The Pogues special by Antoine de Caunes from Rock Arena (ABC TV), with intro from Suzanne Downling. Features an interview with Elvis Costello and two with Sh...

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Shane MacGowan on The Hour with George Stroumboulopoulos: INTERVIEW

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Duration: 6:49
Updated: 17 Mar 2014

To interview the legendary Pogues frontman, George travelled to a pub in Tipperary. George Stroumboulopoulos Tonight airs weeknights at 7 and 11:30 pm on CBC Television Subscribe: http://www.youtube.com/subscription_center?add_user=TheHour Follow George On Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/strombo On Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/strombo http://www.cbc.ca/strombo/

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The Pogues, New York 1987

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Duration: 3:18
Updated: 07 Sep 2013
author: Pogues Forum France

Sujet tourné le 30/09/1987 pour l'émission Rapido, au lendemain du concert de U2 au Madison Square Garden que les Pogues ont ouvert. Interviews de Jem Finer,...

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Pogues Interview on Irish TV

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Duration: 3:08
Updated: 08 Aug 2014
author: mitch26

The Pogues are interviewed on an early Irish TV show by Gay Byrne. No easy questions for the lads. All footage is over 20 years old. There is no intent to in...

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THE POGUES Interview - ROCK IN IDRO 2014 DAY 2

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Duration: 6:02
Updated: 01 Jun 2014

Iscriviti al canale ufficiale del festival per rimanere aggiornato sui contenuti esclusivi in arrivo dal festival: http://it.youtube.com/subscription_center?add_user=rockinidro videointervista realizzata da OneGenialIdiot

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Shane Macgowan lives up to his reputation at the NME Awards

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Duration: 1:42
Updated: 04 Sep 2014
author: Absolute Radio

Shane MacGowan interview at the NME Awards 2010. Shane lives up to his reputation when he stops to have a lively chat with Absolute Radio's Adrian Hieatt on ...

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The Pogues en concert à l'Olympia et interview de Philip Chevron

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Duration: 5:48
Updated: 07 Aug 2013
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More videos on http://www.off.tv Like us on Facebook http://po.st/KKmN8j Follow us on Twitter http://po.st/AuU757.

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The BP Fallon Pogues interview 1985

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Duration: 35:55
Updated: 12 Aug 2014
author: Conor Ryan

The show was recorded on Thursday Sept.5 '85, broadcast on Sat. Sept 21 '85. The 'public' tickets were issued via a 'phone-in on the Dave Fanning radio show ...

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Joe Strummer talks about The Pogues, 1988.

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Duration: 6:13
Updated: 07 Aug 2014
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A few clips where Joe talks about The Pogues.

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The Pogues - Reims, 1989.

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Duration: 3:59
Updated: 25 Jul 2012

Courts extraits du concert du 31/10/89 au Parc des Expos de Reims Interviews de Phil Chevron, Spider Stacy et Shane MacGowan Images du buffet pantagruélique dans les Caves Ruinart forum francophone : http://www.lespogues.forums.fm/

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The Pogues interview @ Sziget 2012

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Duration: 2:35
Updated: 05 Sep 2012

Videónkból kiderül, miért nem készít új albumot a The Pogues, és mi a titka annak, hogy még mindig együtt zenél az együttes.

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The Pogues - Tube 1984 / 1985 | rebroadcast

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Duration: 15:41
Updated: 03 Jul 2014
author: songhunter1966

Rebroadcast: The Katu Kale special deleted some of the banter/intros from the Channel 4 and put bits of the 1988 interview inbetween songs. If the poguelive ...

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The Pogues - 1986 (1/2)

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Duration: 15:02
Updated: 24 Jan 2012

Les Enfants du Rock 1986 Interviews + lives

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The Pogues - Shane MacGowan

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Duration: 3:07
Updated: 09 Jun 2014
author: RiotKidOnline

Shane MacGowan Drunk in a bar, pouring a pint of guinness.

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The Pogues - Fairytale Of New York Demo

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Duration: 5:16
Updated: 14 Aug 2014
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2nd demo of the song, with Cait O'Riordian dueting with Shane.

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James Fearnley on Here Comes Everybody: The Story of The Pogues

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Updated: 02 Jun 2014
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James Fearnley -- founding member and accordionist in The Pogues -- discusses his love of writing and 'Here Comes Everybody', his history of the band: http:/...

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Spider Stacy singing Tuesday Morning on Letterman

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Updated: 13 May 2014
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Spider Stacy singing Tuesday Morning on Letterman. The Pogues stayed at home...

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The Pogues (Spider) interview - 1988: Dealing with new success

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Duration: 36:25
Updated: 10 Nov 2014

Telephone interview with Spider of The Pogues by Steve Harris on Feb. 12, 1988.

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This snake is giving birth without having sex and no-one quite knows why

The Independent

18 Sep 2015

A snake at an American zoo has given birth for the second time in two years despite not having had sex. The yellow-bellied water snake, a resident of Cape Girardeau Conservation Nature Center in Missouri, reproduced on her own in 2014 and again this summer, her keepers say ... Conservation Department herpetologist Jeff Briggler said parthenogenesis, where offspring develop from unfertilized eggs, is rare but can occur in some species ... -->....

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Hungarian police use water canons at the border crossing into Hungary, near Horgos, Serbia, Wednesday, Sept.16, 2015.

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European nations shut borders, block bridges, halt trains

The Associated Press

18 Sep 2015

TOVARNIK, Croatia (AP) -- Across southeast Europe, nations closed borders, blocked bridges, shut down trains and built new razor-wire fences Friday in a rush to block tens of thousands seeking safety in Western Europe from crossing their territories ... Croatia declared it was overwhelmed and began busing migrants in convoys back to Hungary and closing border crossings with Serbia ... But go on ... Most migrants don't want to stay in Croatia ... ....

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Rowan County Clerk Kim Davis, center with Republican presidential candidate Mike Huckabee, left, and attorney Mat Staver, right, founder of the Liberty Counsel, the Christian law firm representing Davis, at her side, greets the crowd after being released from the Carter County Detention Center, Tuesday, Sept. 8, 2015, in Grayson, Ky.

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Kim Davis Is No Conscientious Objector

WorldNews.com

18 Sep 2015

Article by WN.com Correspondent Dallas Darling. I was, and know, Conscientious Objectors ... I also know many who still reside in Canada and other nations, as well as federal prison, having fled various wars starting with Vietnam and continuing through to the ongoing conflicts in Afghanistan and Iraq ... For instance, former Arkansas Gov ... Davis’ conservative defense team also declared she was a CO. In fact, her lead attorney said the U.S....

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Majestic Mountains and Frozen Plains: Just 15 minutes after its closest approach to Pluto on July 14, 2015, NASA’s New Horizons spacecraft looked back toward the sun and captured this near-sunset view of the rugged, icy mountains and flat ice plains extending to Pluto’s horizon.

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Check Out These Spectacular New Images Of Pluto

IFL Science

18 Sep 2015

NASA just released their new images of Pluto and they are stunning. The header image above features Pluto’s crescent and was captured on July 14th by New Horizons Ralph/Multispectral Visual Imaging (MVIC) camera and downlinked on September 13. In it we see the incredible Plutonian landscape backlit by the Sun ... “But this image is also a scientific bonanza, revealing new details about Pluto’s atmosphere, mountains, glaciers and plains.”....

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U.S., Russia to work together for "deconfliction" in Syria

CBS News

18 Sep 2015

Defense chief Ash Carter kicks off high-level dialog with Bashar Assad's allies as Obama admin shifts policy on deteriorating war... ....

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School is back in session, and Miller Outdoor Theatre keeps the hits coming

The Examiner

18 Sep 2015

School may have started again, and now with the cool weather, it’s a great time to bring the little ones – and the homeschoolers – out to Miller’s Outdoor Theatre for their free entertainment. Miller Outdoor Theatre is located at 6000 Hermann Park Drive in Houston. Seating is available for over 1,000 people, plus there are 20 wheelchair spots. In addition, there is lawn seating for those who choose it ... Libretto by Kate Pogue ... ....

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Career connections to host fall events (University of Louisiana at Monroe)

Public Technologies

17 Sep 2015

(Source. University of Louisiana at Monroe) Published September 16, 2015 ... Each fall, the office begins its workshop and fair series to help students and alumni find internships and jobs in their field ... "These events offered by our office give our students and alumni valuable insight on what key elements are required in obtaining that internship or employment opportunity," said Roslynn Pogue, director of career connections....

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The legacy of America's oldest historically black college is at risk

Business Insider

16 Sep 2015

Cheyney’s interim president, Frank Pogue, says that increasing enrollment for Cheyney is “priority No ... “If you discover that you are in debt, that your income is less than your expenses, you have to make adjustments,” Pogue says ... Pogue as interim president! On November 3rd #cheyneypresident #timeforachange ... Pogue noted that when Cheyney was first created, 90 percent of blacks in the U.S....

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Cheyney University Receives TRIO Student Support Services Grant (Cheyney University of Pennsylvania)

Public Technologies

16 Sep 2015

(Source. Cheyney University of Pennsylvania) Cheyney University Receives TRIO Student Support Services Grant. September 11, 2015 ... Department of Education ... Interim President Dr ... Pogue announced the grant, stating, "This award is a validation of our unique 178-year history of providing access, opportunity and excellence for students of color who were socio-economically excluded or marginalized from higher education in America." ... J....

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Lecture by EU graduate in English to highlight benefits of liberal arts education (Edinboro University)

Public Technologies

14 Sep 2015

(Source. Edinboro University). Lecture by EU graduate in English to highlight benefits of liberal arts education September 14, 2015. The value of a liberal arts education - and one graduate's unique, rewarding path for which it paved the way - will be the subject of the first Distinguished Alumni Lecture sponsored by the Edinboro University Department of English and Philosophy. Mari K. Eder, a retired U.S ... Pogue Student Center ... Dr ... (noodl....

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Martin O'Malley, who is Not Tommy Carcetti, sang a 'Wire' song last night

IMDb

11 Sep 2015

... where he joined an Irish band onstage to play guitar and sing The Pogues' "Body of an American," which "The Wire" used several times as the anthem sung by cops at police wakes....

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Martin McDonagh: ‘I’ve accepted that theatre is never going to be edgy in the way I want it to be’

The Guardian

11 Sep 2015

Almost simultaneously, McDonagh and his brother, John, now a successful writer and director of two feature films, The Guard and Calvary, were discovering the classic films of Martin Scorsese and Terrence Malick and hearing the raucous punk-inflected songs of the Pogues for the first time ... And, like the Pogues’ Shane MacGowan, that voice was essentially a diaspora voice....

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The morning brew: What Oklahoma town made list of 50 safest college towns in America?

The Oklahoman

10 Sep 2015

Happy Thursday. And by that I mean, hang in there. It's almost Friday. . Let's get to it. . Everybody loves a ranking, even a dubious one. For instance, this time of year, US News and World Report puts out its list of the best colleges in America. That happened Wednesday ... What Oklahoma town made the list? Coming in at No ... “Stop calling them migrants. These are refugees.” ... caused this mess ... — David Pogue (@Pogue) September 9, 2015 //. ....

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Jubilee Riots color 'Penny Black'

The Examiner

10 Sep 2015

Jubilee Riots takes its name from an outbreak of Protestant-Catholic sectarian violence in Toronto, way back in 1875. The band itself is from Toronto, and describes its music as Northern Roots Rock. Its album Penny Black features a wide variety of sounds ... They’re simply not as Celtic-centered as they once were ... It has a driving groove reminiscent of The Pogues – albeit without the rough-edged vocals of that band ... ....

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5th annual Edinboro Potterfest conjures up more magical fun (Edinboro University)

Public Technologies

10 Sep 2015

(Source. Edinboro University) September 10, 2015. The magic of J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter saga returns once more to Edinboro University and the surrounding community during the 5th annual Edinboro Potterfest, Sept. 21-26. The exciting and fantastical adventures of Harry Potter and friends have enraptured the hearts and imaginations of enthusiasts throughout the years ... Dr ... 21, and Tuesday, Sept ... in the Pogue Student Center Multipurpose Room....

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New confirmations for Vodafone Mexefest: Titus Andronicus, Ducktails and Anna B Savage (Vodafone Portugal Comunicações ...

Public Technologies

08 Sep 2015

... years of history this year with the release of the huge and conceptual "The Most Lamentable Tragedy".The album conveys a sound that is by now familiar but with the addition of rock opera ingredients and the sheer load of 93 minutes and 29 themes - five of them in rock opera format - including versions of Daniel Johnston and The Pogues....

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Behind-the-Scenes Battle: Who Owns Your Digital Afterlife?

Newsfactor

07 Sep 2015

When a landlord discovered the body of bestselling novelist Marsha Mehran last year in a seaside Irish cottage, the 36-year-old had left behind a trove of literary work ... As it has with other laws, California could set a national precedent ... So he kept looking ... One was a new work, which she had named "Fairytale of New York," apparently after the bawdy Christmas song by Irish band The Pogues, but it was in its earliest stages ... " ... Google ... ....

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Discounted French regional wines at The Epicurean

Topix

05 Sep 2015

From next Tuesday, September 8, through Saturday, October 24, it is celebrating the harvest season that has just begun in the French countryside by offering a 25% discount on featured French regional wines. Co-owner and wine sommelier Sandy Pogue, who just released the lineup of Languedoc-Roussillon wines for the first week of the program , notes, "This region has been hot all summer long, so the harvest has already begun.... ....

Top Pogues, Wild Cats Of Kilkenny

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Top Pogues, White City

Here a tower shinning bright
Once stood gleaming in the night
Where now there's just the rubble in the hole
Here the paddies and the frogs
Came to gamble on the dogs
Came to gamble on the dogs not long ago
Oh, the torn up ticket stubs
From a hundred thousand mugs
Now washed away with dead dreams in the rain
And the car-parks going up
And they're pulling down the pubs
And it's just another bloody rainy day
Oh, sweet city of my dreams
Of speed and skill and schemes
Like Atlantis you just disappeared from view
And the hare upon the wire
Has been burnt upon your pyre

Top Pogues, Young Ned Of The Hill

Have you ever walked the lonesome hills
And heard the curlews cry
Or seen the raven black as night
Upon a windswept sky
To walk the purple heather
And hear the westwind cry
To know that's where the rapparee must die
Since Cromwell pushed us westward
To live our lowly lives
There's some of us have deemed to fight
From Tipperary mountains high
Noble men with wills of iron
Who are not afraid to die
Who'll fight with gaelic honour held on high
A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell
You who raped our Motherland
I hope you're rotting down in hell
For the horrors that you sent
To our misfortunate forefathers
Whom you robbed of their birthright
";To hell or Connaught"; may you burn in hell tonight
Of one such man I'd like to speak
A rapparee by name and deed
His family dispossessed and slaughtered
They put a price upon his head
His name is known in song and story
His deeds are legends still
And murdered for blood money
Was young Ned of the hill
A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell
You who raped our Motherland
I hope you're rotting down in hell
For the horrors that you sent
To our misfortunate forefathers
Whom you robbed of their birthright
";To hell or Connaught"; may you burn in hell tonight
You have robbed our homes and fortunes
Even drove us from our land
You tried to break our spirit
But you'll never understand
The love of dear old Ireland
That will forge an iron will
As long as there are gallant men

Top Pogues, Worms

The worms crawl in and the worms crawl out
The ones that crawl in are lean and thin
The ones that crawl out are fat and stout
Your eyes fall in and your teeth fall out
Your brains come tumbling down your snout

Top Pogues, Young Ned Of The Hill (Live)

Have you ever walked the lonesome hills
And heard the curlews cry
Or seen the raven black as night
Upon a windswept sky
To walk the purple heather
And hear the westwind cry
To know that's where the rapparee must die
Since Cromwell pushed us westward
To live our lowly lives
There's some of us have deemed to fight
From Tipperary mountains high
Noble men with wills of iron
Who are not afraid to die
Who'll fight with gaelic honour held on high
A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell
You who raped our Motherland
I hope you're rotting down in hell
For the horrors that you sent
To our misfortunate forefathers
Whom you robbed of their birthright
"To hell or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight
Of one such man I'd like to speak
A rapparee by name and deed
His family dispossessed and slaughtered
They put a price upon his head
His name is known in song and story
His deeds are legends still
And murdered for blood money
Was young Ned of the hill
A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell
You who raped our Motherland
I hope you're rotting down in hell
For the horrors that you sent
To our misfortunate forefathers
Whom you robbed of their birthright
"To hell or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight
You have robbed our homes and fortunes
Even drove us from our land
You tried to break our spirit
But you'll never understand
The love of dear old Ireland
That will forge an iron will
As long as there are gallant men
Like young Ned of the hill

Top Pogues, Sea Shanty

Dear dirty London in the pouring rain
I wish to God I was back in the sea again
Though that belongs to the world of never will be
There was never a wilder bastard than me on the sea
I could fuck all the whores in damnation me boys
Though they wriggled and hollered and made a great noise
Then I'd drink till I stank and then drink plenty more
And I won't go down to the sea any more
But if I had ten pounds then I'd raise a loud cheer
And I'd toast all me neighbours both distant and dear
And I'd shoot back great belly-crippling buckets of beer
And a pox and a curse on the people round here
Wouldn't give you the price of a half pint of beer
Wouldn't give you the price of a cup of good cheer
A pox and a curse on the people round here
A man's ambition must indeed be small
To write his name upon a shit house wall
But before I die I'll add my regal scrawl
To show the world I'm left with sweet fuck all
And when all of us bold shit house poets do die
A monument grand they will raise to the sky
A monument made just to mark our great wit
A monument of solid shit now me boys
I met with Bill James we fought over crusts
I called him a whore and he booted his crutch
We shared out the jack and we thought it a treat
The compliments pass when the quality meet
The compliments pass when the quality meet
The compliments pass when the quality meet

Top Pogues, Sit Down By The Fire

Sit down by the fire
And I'll tell you a story
To send you away to your bed
Of the things you hear creeping
When everyone's sleeping
And you wish you were out here instead
It isn't the mice in the wall
It isn't the wind in the well
But each night they march
Out of that hole in the wall
Passing through on their way
Out of hell
They're the things that you see
When you wake up and scream
The cold things that follow you
Down the Boreen
They live in the small ring of trees on the hill
Up at the top of the field
And they dance on the rain
And they dance on the wind
They tap on the window
When no-one is in
And if ever you see them
Pretend that you're dead
Or they'll bite off your head
They'll rip out your liver
And dance on your neck
They dance on your head
They dance on your chest
They give you the cramp
And the cholic for jest
They're the things that you see
When you wake up and scream
The cold things that follow you
Down the Boreen
They live in the small ring of trees on the hill
Up at the top of the field
They play on the wind
They sing on the rain
They dance on your eyes
They dance in your brain
Remember this place
It is damp and it's cold
The best place on earth
But it's dark and it's old
So lie near the wall
And cover your head
Good night and God bless,

Top Pogues, Sitting On Top Of The World

Well it's been a long day but I don't like to moan
It's the middle of summer and I'm chilled to the bone
There's holes in my shoes where the rain comes in
I'm sitting on top of the world
Walking in the shadows of empty office blocks
I was talking to a stranger and he's on the rocks
Down on the pavement living in a box
I'm sitting on top of the world
Oh no can't anybody see
It's been a bad day and I want a little peace
Oh no won't you please help me
I want to lie down but there's no beds free
Down on the corner there's starry eyed preachers
Rattling cans and pimping Jesus
There's madmen on boxes makig speeches
I'm sitting on top of the world
You can't sit in the sunshine or go out after dark
There's dogs on the loose acting like sharks
There's psychos on the streets burning winos in the park
I'm sitting on top of the world
Oh no I wish I was gone
I want to get going before too long
Oh no I want to leave town
But I can't drive my car 'cause they put it in the pound
The masters of industry are killing for oil
There's poison in the air the water and the soil
We're all turning mutant they're counting up their spoils
I'm sitting on top of the world
I turn on the TV and it makes me want to cry
There's killing and there's torture there's destruction and there's lies
And our leaders talk rubbish and more people die
I'm sitting on top of the world
Oh no I can't take anymore
I'm shaking all over and my nerves are all raw
Oh no my head's a little sore

Top Pogues, Six To Go

O-we-o-o
Six to go
O-we-o-o
Never gonna let go
O-we-o-o
Nothing new
O-we-o-o
Don't believe it's true
O-we-o-o
On a Sunday
O-we-o-o
All because of London
O-we-o-o
Hear the song
O-we-o-o
Right the wrong
O-we-o-o
O-we-o-o
O-we-o-o
Set a precedent
O-we-o-o
Try a little bit
O-we-o-o
Make a family
O-we-o-o
Set our fathers free
O-we-o-o
Hear the song
O-we-o-o
Right the wrong
O-we-o-o
O-we-o-o
O-we-o-o
O-we-o-o
O-we-o-o
O-we-o-o

Top Pogues, Small Hours

I close the door and turn the key
And dream a world for you and me
Beyond the walls a city breathes
In this room one heart beats
The stars they shine for you and me
On the street ten floors below
The city lights are all aglow
The corner girls they come and go
Dreaming of a ticket home
The stars they shine for you and me
I'll have a drink and then we'll see
If the spirit conjures your genie
To lie beside me in my dreams
The wind is blowing a melody
The stars they shine for you and me
Close the door and turn the key
And now that you're alone with me
We'll sit up late and watch TV
The neon flashes red and green
The stars they shine for you and me

Top Pogues, Smell Of Petroleum

The Shaman came a calling
He was howling at the moon
He offered me a vision
On the end of a silver spoon
He said he'd give me dreams
That all were in his powers
If only I would follow him
The universe was ours
Walked a thin white line to the coffin club
Downstairs from the devils den
Had a large double Jesus
Chased down with a shot of Zen
The last thing I remember
Was lying in the tank
And when I came around again
Everything was blank
Floating high above the world
Out on the astral plane
I'm bouncing like a pinball
He's busy being born again
I met God on Primrose Hill
That's where he came to me
He stepped out of his saucer
I got down on my knees
From his lips came just one word
He left me all aglow
I sat down and had a smoke
And watched the flowers grow
The bats are in the belfry
And the bubbles in the bong
The secret of the universe
Is hidden in this song
The Shaman left a crawling
As the dawn broke the gloom
Talking in some other tongue
And laughing like a loon
The early morning sunlight
Splashed colours on the wall
And I don't know if it ever
Really happened at all
The bats are in the belfry
And the bubbles in the bong
The molecules inside my head
Are chiming like a gong
The bats are in the belfry
And the bubbles in the bong
The secret of the universe
Is hidden in this song

Top Pogues, Streams Of Whiskey

Last night as I slept
I dreamt I met with Behan
I shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day
When questioned on his views
On the crux of life's philosophies
He had but these few clear and simple words to say
I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
I have cursed, bled and sworn
Jumped bail and landed up in jail
Life has often tried to stretch me
But the rope always was slack
And now that I've a pile
I'll go down to the Chelsea
I'll walk in on my feet
But I'll leave there on my back
Because I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
Oh the words that he spoke
Seemed the wisest of philosophies
There's nothing ever gained
By a wet thing called a tear
When the world is too dark
And I need the light inside of me
I'll walk into a bar
And drink fifteen pints of beer
Iam going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
Where streams of whiskey are flowing

Top Pogues, Streams Of Whiskey (Live)

Last night as I slept
I dreamt I met with Behan
I shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day
When questioned on his views
On the crux of life's philosophies
He had but these few clear and simple words to say
I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
I have cursed, bled and sworn
Jumped bail and landed up in jail
Life has often tried to stretch me
But the rope always was slack
And now that I've a pile
I'll go down to the Chelsea
I'll walk in on my feet
But I'll leave there on my back
Because I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
Oh the words that he spoke
Seemed the wisest of philosophies
There's nothing ever gained
By a wet thing called a tear
When the world is too dark
And I need the light inside of me
I'll walk into a bar
And drink fifteen pints of beer
I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
Where streams of whiskey are flowing

Top Pogues, Streets Of Sorrow/Birmingham Six

Oh farewell you streets of sorrow
And farewell you streets of pain
I'll not return to feel more sorrow
Nor to see more young men slain
Through the last six years I've lived through terror
And in the darkened streets the pain
Oh how I long to find some solace
In my mind I curse the strain
So farewell you streets of sorrow
And farewell you streets of pain
No I'll not return to feel more sorrow
Nor to see more young men slain
There were six men in Birmingham
In Guildford there's four
That were picked up and tortured
And framed by the law
And the filth got promotion
But they're still doing time
For being Irish in the wrong place
And at the wrong time
In Ireland they'll put you away in the maze
In England they'll keep you for seven long days
God help you if ever you're caught on these shores
The coppers need someone
And they walk through that door
You'll be counting years
First five, then ten
Growing old in a lonely hell
Round the yard and the stinking cell
From wall to wall, and back again
A curse on the judges, the coppers and screws
Who tortured the innocent, wrongly accused
For the price of promotion
And justice to sell
May the judged by their judges when they rot down in hell
May the whores of the empire lie awake in their beds
And sweat as they count out the sins on their heads
While over in Ireland eight more men lie dead
Kicked down and shot in the back of the head

Top Pogues, When The Ship Comes In

Oh the time will come up
When the winds will stop
And the breeze will cease to be breathin'
Like the stillness in the wind
'Fore the hurricane begins
The hour when the ship comes in
Oh the seas will split
And the ship will hit
And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking
Then the tide will sound
And the wind will pound
And the morning will be breaking
Oh the fishes will laugh
As they swim out of the path
And the seagulls they'll be smiling
And the rocks on the sand
Will proudly stand
The hour that the ship comes in
And the words that are used
For to get the ship confused
Will not be understood as they're spoken
For the chains of the sea
Will have busted in the night
And will be buried at the bottom of the ocean
A song will lift
As the mainsail shifts
And the boat that drifts on to the shore line
And the sun will respect
Every face on the deck
The hour that the ship comes in
Then the sands will roll
Out a carpet of gold
For your weary toes to be a touchin'
And the ship's wise men
Will remind you once again
That the whole wide world is watchin'
Oh the foes will rise
With the sleep still in their eyes
And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're still dreamin'
But they'll pinch themselves and squeel
And know that it's for real
The hour that the ship comes in
Then they'll raise their hands
Sayin' we'll meet all your demands
But we'll shout from the bow your days are numbered
And like Pharaoh's tribe
They'll be drownded in the tide
And like Goliath they'll be conquered

Top Pogues, The Auld Triangle

A hungry feeling
Came o'er me stealing
And the mice were squeeling
In my prison cell
And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
Oh! To start the morning
The warden bawling
"Get up out of bed, you! And Clean out your cell!"
And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
Oh! the screw was peeping
And the loike was sleeping
As he lay weeping
For his girl Sal
And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
On a fine Spring evening
The loike lay dreaming
And the sea-gulls were wheeling
High above the wall
And that auld triangle went jingle-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
Oh! the wind was sighing
And the day was dying
As the loike lay crying
In his prison cell
And that auld triangle went jingle-bloody-jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal
In the women's prison
There are seventy women
And I wish it was with them
That I did dwell
Then that auld triangle could go jingle-jangle

Top Pogues, The Battle Of Brisbane

There are no lyrics, it's an instrumental.

Top Pogues, The Broad Majestic Shannon

The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks
There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks
You sang me a song as pure as the breeze
Blowing up the road to Glenaveigh
I sat for a while at the cross at Finnoe
Where young lovers would meet when the flowers were in bloom
Heard the men coming home from the fair at Shinrone
Their hearts in Tipperary wherever they go
Take my hand, and dry your tears babe
Take my hand, forget your fears babe
There's no pain, there's no more sorrow
They're all gone, gone in the years babe
I sat for a while by the gap in the wall
Found a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball
Heard the cards being dealt, and the rosary called
And a fiddle playing Sean Dun na nGall
And the next time I see you we'll be down at the Greeks
There'll be whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks
For it's stupid to laugh and it's useless to bawl
About a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball
So I walked as day was dawning
Where small birds sang and leaves were falling
Where we once watched the row boats landing
By the broad majestic Shannon

Top Pogues, The Broad Majestic Shannon (Live)

Top Pogues, The Gentleman Soldier

[The Pogues' Version]
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It's of a gentleman soldier
as sentry he did stand
He saluted a fair maiden
by a waiving of his hand
So then he boldly kissed her
and he passed it off as a joke
He drilled her up in the sentry box
wrapped up in a soldier's cloke
And the drums are going a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare you well Polly my dear
I must be going away
All night they tossed and tumbled
till the daylight did appear
The soldier rose, put on his clothes,
saying, Fare you well my dear
For the drums they are a beating
and the fifes they so sweetly play
If it weren't for that Polly my dear
with you I'd gladly stay
And the drums are going a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare you well Polly my dear
I must be going away
Now come you gentleman soldier,
won't you marry me?
Oh no my dearest Polly
such things can never be
for I've a wife already
children I have three
Two wives are allowed in the army
but one's too many for me
And the drums are going a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare you well Polly my dear
I must be going away
If anyone comes a courting you,
you can treat them to a glass
If anyone comes a courting you,
you can say you're a country lass
You needn't ever tell them,
nor pass it off as a joke
That you got drilled in a sentry box
wrapped up in a soldier's cloke
And the drums are going a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare you well Polly my dear
I must be going away
Oh it's come my gentleman soldier,
why didn't you tell me so? My parents will be angy
when this they come to know When nine months had been and gone
the poor girl she brought shame
She had a little militia boy
and she didn't know his name
And the drums are going a rap a tap tap
And the fifes they loudly play
Fare you well Polly my dear
I must be going away
These are the lyrics as they appear on the Rum, Sodomy, & The Lash insert.
[The Sentry Box]
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'Twas on one Sunday evening
on sentry did I stand
I fell in love with some pretty girl
by shaking of her hand;
By shaking of her hand, my boys,
and the passing of a joke,
I slipped her into the sentry box
and roll'd her up in my cloak.
O! there we toss'd and tumbl'd
till daylight did appear
Then I arose, put on my clothes,
saying, ";Fare you well my dear.
The drums they are a-beating
and the fifes so sweetly play,
If it wasn't for that, dear Polly,
along with you I'd stay.";
If anyone comes a-courting you,
you treat them with a glass -
If anyone comes a-courting you,
say you're a country lass.
You need not even tell them
that ever you pass'd a joke,
That ever you went in a sentry box
wrapp'd up in a soldier's cloak.
";Now come, my valiant young soldier,
O! won't you marry me?";
";O! no, my dearest Polly,
such things they never can be,
For married I am already
and children I have three,
Two wives are allow'd in the army,
but one is enough for me.";
";O! now, my valiant young soldier,
why hadn't you told me so?
My parents they'll be angry
if ever they come to know.";
When nine long months was up and pass'd
this this poor girl she brought shame,
For she had a little militia boy
and she could not tell his name.

Top Pogues, The Ghost Of A Smile

You gotta walk that mile Honeychild
You gotta walk that mile Honeychild
Well I'll show you what is hip
As we walk down Leeson strip & I'll do it for the ghost of a smile
Just the ghost, the ghost of a smile
Just the ghost, the ghost of a smile
You can't take it with you when you go
You can't take it with you when you go
You gotta walk, walk that mile
& I'll be with you Honeychild
& I'll do it for the ghost of a smile
Just the ghost, the ghost of a smile
Just the ghost, the ghost of a smile
Don't wait too long
Don't wait too long
Don't wait too long or I'll be gone
Don't wait too long
Don't wait too long
Don't wait too long
Or I'll be gone
Just the ghost, the ghost of a smile
Just the ghost, the ghost of a smile
Just the ghost, the ghost of a smile
Just the ghost, the ghost of a smile

Top Pogues, The Body Of An American

The cadillac stood by the house
And the yanks they were within
And the tinker boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
Then we turned and shook as we had a look
In the room where the dead man lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip
To the {shores} where his father's laid
Fifteen minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient Irish history
The men all started telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
BY five o'clock in the evening - correction this line
starts with BY not AT
Every bastard there was {pisky}
Fare thee well going away
There's nothing left to say
Farewell to New York City boys
To Boston and PA
He took them out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
He fought the champ in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He took on Tiny Tartanella
And it only went one round
He never had no time for reds
For drink or dice or whores
{But} he never threw a fight
When the fight was right
So they sent him to the war
Fare the well gone away
There's nothing left to say
With a slé†nte Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
They're calling out the rosary
Spanish wine from far away
I'm a free born man of the USA
This morning on the harbour
When I said goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd come back to you one day
And as the sunset came to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd always love you
I always did {,} I always will
Fare thee well gone away
There's nothing left to say
'cept to say adieu
To your eyes as blue
As the water in the bay
And to big Jim Dwyer
The man of wire
Who was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA

Top Pogues, The Body Of An American (Live)

The cadillac stood by the house
And the yanks they were within
And the tinker boys they hissed advice
'Hot-wire her with a pin'
We turned and shook as we had a look
In the room where the dead men lay
So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip
To the home where his father's laid
Fifteen minutes later
We had our first taste of whiskey
There was uncles giving lectures
On ancient Irish history
The men all started telling jokes
And the women they got frisky
At five o'clock in the evening
Every bastard there was piskey
Fare thee well going away
There's nothing left to say
Farewell to New York City boys
To Boston and PA
He took them out
With a well-aimed clout
He was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA
He fought the champ in Pittsburgh
And he slashed him to the ground
He took on Tiny Tartanella
And it only went one round
He never had no time for reds
For drink or dice or whores
And he never threw a fight
Unless the fight was right
So they sent him to the war
Fare the well gone away
There's nothing left to say
With a slainte Joe and Erin go
My love's in Amerikay
The calling of the rosary
Spanish winde from far away
I'm a free born man of the USA
This morning on the harbour
When I said goodbye to you
I remember how I swore
That I'd come back to you one day
And as the sunset came to meet
The evening on the hill
I told you I'd always love
I always did and I always will
Fare thee well gone away
There's nothing left to say
'cept to say adieu
To your eyes as blue
As the water in the bay
And to big Jim Dwyer
The man of wire
Who was often heard to say
I'm a free born man of the USA

Top Pogues, The Boys From The County Hell

On the first day of March it was raining
It was raining worse than anything that I have ever seen
I drank ten pints of beer and I cursed all the people there
And I wish that all this raining would stop falling down on me
And it's lend me ten pounds, I'll buy you a drink
And mother wake me early in the morning
At the time I was working for a landlord
And he was the meanest bastard that you have ever seen
And to lose a single penny would grieve him awful sore
And he was a miserable bollocks and a bitch's bastard's whore
And it's lend me ten pounds, I'll buy you a drink
And mother wake me early in the morning
I recall we took care of him one Sunday
We got him out the back and we broke his fucking balls
And maybe that was dreaming and maybe that was real
But all I know is I left that place without a penny or fuck all
And it's lend me ten pounds, I'll buy you a drink
And mother wake me early in the morning
But now I've the most charming of verandahs
I sit and watch the junkies, the drunks, the pimps, the whores
Five green bottles sitting on the floor
I wish to Christ, I wish to Christ
That I had fifteen more
And it's lend me ten pounds, I'll buy you a drink
And mother wake me early in the morning
And it's lend me ten pounds, I'll buy you a drink
And mother wake me early in the morning
The boys and me are drunk and looking for you
We'll eat your frigging entrails and we won't give a damn
Me daddy was a blue shirt and my mother a madam
And my brother earned his medals at Mai Lei in Vietnam
And it's lend me ten pounds and I'll buy you a drink
And mother wake me early in the morning
On the first day of March it was raining
It was raining worse than anything that I have ever seen
Stay on the other side of the road
'Cause you can never tell
We've a thirst like a gang of devils
We're the boys of the county hell
And it's lend me ten pounds and I'll buy you a drink
And mother wake me early in the morning
And it's lend me ten pounds and I'll buy you a drink
And mother wake me early in the morning

Top Pogues, The Boys From The County Hell (Live)

Top Pogues, Tuesday Morning

Too many sad days
Too many Tuesday mornings
I thought of you today
I wished it was yesterday morning
I thought of you today
And I dreamt you were dressed in mourning
But I knew that you
With your heart beating
And your eyes shining
Would be dreaming of me
Lying with you
On a Tuesday morning
I fell through the window
And I found that I was still breathing
I thought of tomorrow
And I fear that you might leave me
I thought of tomorrow
And I wished it was Monday evening
But I knew that you
With your heart beating
And your eyes shining
Would be dreaming of me
Lying with you
On a Tuesday morning
Turn your face from me
I will cover myself with sorrow
Bring Hell down upon me
I will surrender my heart to sorrow
Bring Hell down upon me
And I will say goodbye tomorrow
'Cause I know that you
With your heart beating
And your eyes shining
Would be dreaming of me
Lying with you
On a Tuesday morning
And I know that you
With your heart beating
And your eyes shining
Would be dreaming of me
Lying with you

Top Pogues, Tuesday Morning (Live)

Too many sad days
Too many Tuesday mornings
I thought of you today
I wished it was yesterday morning
I thought of you today
I dreamt you were dressed in mourning
But I knew that you
With your heart beating
And your eyes shining
Would be dreaming of me
Lying with you
On a Tuesday morning
I fell through the window
And I found that I was still breathing
I thought of tomorrow
And the fear that you might leave me
I thought of tomorrow
And I wished it was Monday morning
But I knew that you
WIth your heart beating
And your eyes shining
Would be dreaming of me
Lying with you
On a Tuesday morning
Turn your face from me
And I will cover myself with sorrow
Bring Hell down upon me
I will surrender my heart to sorrow
Bring Hell down upon me
And I will say goodbye tomorrow
But I knew that you
With your heart beating
And your eyes shining
Would be dreaming of me
Lying with you
On a Tuesday morning

Top Pogues, A Pair Of Brown Eyes

One summer evening drunk to hell
I stood there nearly lifeless
An old man in the corner sang
Where the water lilies grow
And on the jukebox Johnny sang
About a thing called love
And it's how are you kid and what's your name
And how would you bloody know?
In blood and death 'neath a screaming sky
I lay down on the ground
And the arms and legs of other men
Were scattered all around
Some cursed, some prayed, some prayed then cursed
And prayed then bled some more
And the only thing that I could see
Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me
But when we got back, labeled parts one to three
There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me
And a rovin', a rovin', a rovin' I'll go
For a pair of brown eyes
I looked at him, he looked at me
All I could do was hate him
While Ray and Philomena sang
Of my elusive dreams
I saw the streams, the rolling hills
Where his brown eyes were waiting
And I thought about a pair of brown eyes
That waited once for me
So drunk to hell I left the place
Sometimes crawling, sometimes walking
A hungry sound came across the breeze
So I gave the walls a talking
And I heard the sounds of long ago
From the old canal
And the birds were whistling in the trees
Where the wind was gently laughing
And a rovin', a rovin', a rovin' I'll go
A rovin', a rovin', a rovin' I'll go
And a rovin', a rovin', a rovin' I'll go
For a pair of brown eyes
For a pair of brown eyes
And a rovin', a rovin', a rovin' I'll go
And a rovin', a rovin', a rovin' I'll go
And a rovin', a rovin', a rovin' I'll go
For a pair of brown eyes

Top Pogues, Transmetropolitan

In the rosy parks of England we'll sit and have a drink
Of V P wine and cider 'till we can hardly think
And we'll go where spirits take us to Heaven or to Hell
And kick up bloody murder in the town we love so well
Going transmetropolitan, yip-ay-aye
From the dear old streets of Kings Cross to the doors of the I C A
Going transmetropolitan, yip-ay-aye
We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite
And I'm not going home tonight, yip-ay-aye, yip-ay-aye
From Brixton's lovely boulevards to Hammer Smith's sightly shores
We'll scare the Camden Palace poofs and worry all the whores
There's lechers up in Whitehall and queers in the G L C
And when we've done those bastards in we'll storm the BBC
Going transmetropolitan, yip-ay-aye
From Surrey Docks to Somers Town with a K M R I A
Going transmetropolitan, yip-ay-aye
We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite
And I'm not going home tonight, yip-ay-aye, yip-ay-aye
From five-bob bet in William Hills to a Soho sex-shop dream
From a fried egg in Valtaro's to a Tottenham Court Road ice cream
We'll spew and lurch, get nicked and fixed on the way we'll kill and maim
When you haven't got a penny, boys it's all the bloody same
Going transmetropolitan, yip-ay-aye
From Pentonville Road on a sunset eve to the beauty that's Mill Lane
Going transmetropolitan, yip-ay-aye
We'll drink the rat's piss, kick the shite
And I'm not going home tonight, yip-ay-aye, yip-ay-aye
This town has done us dirty, this town has bled us dry
We've been here for a long time and we'll be here 'til we die
So we'll finish off the leavings of blood and glue and beer
And burn this bloody city down in the summer of the year
Going transmetropolitan, yip-ay-aye
From Arlington House with a two bob bit to the Scottish shores today
Going transmetropolitan
We?ll drink the rat?s piss, kick the shite

Top Pogues, U.S.A.

When I was young
I watched the cars
When I was older
I drank in bars
When I was young
I chewed the leaves
When I was older
I drank with thieves
I found a love
She gave me dreams
She left me drunk
In New Orleans
So cold and lonely
So all alone
I wished my heart
Was made of stone
I took the cold bright needle
I used it as a sword
My eyes have seen the glory of
The coming of the Lord
I burned across the delta
I swam across the ford
My eyes have seen the glory of
The coming of the Lord
When I was a young man
Standing on this road
My empty belly
An aching hole
An old man said to me
";Kid don't you know
That it's the same
Wherever you go";
I gambled in two graveyards
I won against the odds
With the smiling saints
And the silent saviours
With the maggots and the gods
I cursed the things they showed me
I could never see again
And the howling of the wind at night
I wrote upon the rain
I found the thing
For which I prayed
And came back home
To the USA
With a heart of stone
And now I know
That it's the same
Wherever you go

Top Pogues, Waxie's Dargle

[The Pogues' Version]
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Says my aul' wan to your aul' wan
";Will ye go to the Waxies dargle?";
Says your aul' wan to my aul' wan,
";I haven't got a farthing.
I went up to Monto town
To see Uncle McArdle
But he wouldn't give me a half a crown
For to go to the Waxies dargle.";
What will ya have?!
I'll have a pint!
I'll have a pint with you, Sir!
And if one of ya' doesn't order soon
We'll be chucked out of the boozer!
Says my aul' wan to your aul' wan
";Will ye go to the Galway races?";
Says your aul' wan to my aul' wan,
";I'll hawk me aul' man's braces.
I went up to Capel Street
To the Jewish moneylenders
But he wouldn't give me a couple of bob
For the aul' man's red suspenders.";
Chorus
Says my aul' wan to your aul' wan
";We got no beef or mutton
If we went up to Monto town
We might get a drink for nuttin'";
Here's a nice piece of advice
I got from an aul' fishmonger:
";When food is scarce and you see the hearse
You'll know you have died of hunger.";
Chorus x2
[Waxie's Dargle]
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Says my aul' wan to your aul' wan
";Will ye come to the Waxies dargle?";
Says your aul' wan to my aul' wan,
";Sure I haven't got a farthing.
I've just been down to Monto town
To see Uncle McArdle
But he didn't have half a crown
For to go to the Waxies dargle.";
What are ye having, will ye have a pint?
Yes, I'll have a pint with you, sir,
And if one of us doesn't order soon
We'll be thrown out of the boozer.
Says my aul' wan to your aul' wan
";Will ye come to the Galway races?";
Says your aul' wan to my aul' wan,
";With the price of my aul' lad's braces.
I went down to Capel Street
To the Jew man moneylenders
But they wouldn't give me a couple of bob on
My aul' lad's suspenders.";
Chorus
Says my aul' wan to your aul' wan
";We have no beef or mutton
But if we go down to Monto town
We might get a drink for nuttin'";
Here's a piece of good advice
I got from an aul' fishmonger:
";When food is scarce and you see the hearse
You'll know you have died of hunger.

Top Pogues, Turkish Song Of The Damned

I come old friend from Hell tonight
Across the rotting sea
Nor the nails of the cross
Nor the blood of Christ
Can bring you help this eve
The dead have come to claim a debt from thee
They stand outside your door
Four score and three
Did you keep a watch for the dead man's wind
Did you see the woman with the comb in her hand
Wailing away on the wall on the strand
As you danced to the Turkish song of the damned
You remember when the ship went down
You left me on the deck
The captain's corpse jumped up
And threw his arms around my neck
For all these years I've had him on my back
This debt cannot be paid with all your jack
And as I sit and talk to you I see your face go white
This shadow hanging over me
Is no trick of the light
The spectre on my back will soon be free
The dead have come to claim a debt from thee

Top Pogues, Turkish Song Of The Damned (Live)

Top Pogues, Anniversary

The dawn shines her light
To scare off the night
And the sun from his slumber is woken
The bells are ringing out
As the town crier shouts
Words too strong to be spoken
There's a rumble in the ground
And the air fills with sound
Trumpets in the wind are a' blowing
The townsfolk peep
Through the curtains of sleep
To the sound of the cocks all a' crowin
The winds may blow
Come rain, come slow
Today's for you and me
I gave my heart to you my love
You gave your heart to me
The sun wears a smile
And the clock winks its dial
The clouds in the sky are unfolding
The birds on the wing
Like angels they sing
The heavens are glowing all golden
The crowds all spill out
They cheer and they shout
Banners and flags are a' waving
The flowers all a' bloom
Blow kisses to the moon
As blossom falls on the paving
The wind may blow
Come rain, come snow
Today's for you and me
I gave my heart to you my love
You gave your heart to me
The whole world roars
A chorus of applause
Strangers from Delhi to Dublin
Are swept off their feet
As they kiss on the street
And the waters like champaigne are bubbling
The wind may blow
Come rain, come snow
Today's for you and me
I gave my heart to you my love
You gave your heart to me

Top Pogues, And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

When I was a young man I carried my pack
And I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in nineteen fifteen my country said Son
It's time to stop rambling 'cause there's work to be
done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we sailed away from the quay
And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the
cheers
We sailed off to Gallipoli
How well I remember that terrible day
the blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well
He
us with bullets, he rained us with
shells
And in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia
But the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we stopped to bury our slain
And we buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then
started all over again
Now those
In
mad world of blood, death and fire
And for
weeks I kept myself alive
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over tit
And when I woke up in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done,
I wished I was
dead
Never knew there were worse things than dying
no more I'll go waltzing Matilda
the green
far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me
So they collected the cripples, the wounded
maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
, the blind
insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where
legs used to be
And thank Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
turned all their faces away
And now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving
dreams of past glory
The forgotten heroes
a forgotten war
And the young people ask
, ";What are they
marching for?";
And I ask myself the same question
And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men
answer to the call
But year after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march there at all
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
Who'll
a-waltzing Matilda with me?

Top Pogues, Billy's Bones

Billy ran around with the rare old crew
And he knew an Arsenal from Tottenham blue
We'd be a darn sight better of if we knew
Where Billy's bones are resting now
Billy saw a copper and he hit him in the knee
And he took him down from six foot to five foot three
Then he hit him fair and square in the do re mi
That copper won't be having any family
Hey Billy, son, where are you now?
Don't you know that we need you now?
With a ra ta ta and the old kow tow
Where are Billy's bones resting now?
Billy went away with the peacekeeping force
'Cause he liked a bloody good fight of course
Went away in a big khaki van
To the banks of the willy Jordan
Billy saw the Arabs and he had 'em on the run
When he got 'em in the range of his sub-machine gun
Then he had the Israelis in his sights
Went a ra ta ta and they ran like Shiites
Hey Billy, son, where are you now?
Don't you know that we need you now?
With a ra ta ta and the old kow tow
Where are Billy's bones resting now?
Hey Billy, son, where are you now?
Don't you know that we need you now?
With a ra ta ta and the old kow tow
Where are Billy's bones resting now?
One night Billy had a rare old time
Laughing and singing on the Lebanon line
Came back to camp not looking too pretty
Never even got to see the Holy City
Now Billy's out there in the desert sun
And his mother cries when the morning comes
And there's mothers crying all over this world
For their poor dead darling boys and girls
Hey Billy, son, where are you now?
Don't you know that we need you now?
With a ra ta ta and the old kow tow
Where are Billy's bones resting now?
With a ra ta ta and the old kow tow
Where are Billy's bones resting now?
(Have a Billy holiday, born on a Monday)
Married on a Tuesday, drunk on a Wednesday
Got plugged on a Thursday, sick on a Friday

Top Pogues, Big City

In the big city
Where the lights are low
Cold dirty ground
Where the rivers don't flow
Nothing's gonna change so throw it all away
In the big city
Where the kids will come cheap
And monsters prowl and never sleep
Don't cross the road if you haven't got the time of day
Well I lost my girl waiting for the train from Ride
I know she's out there somewhere
Selling all we got but I don't mind
In the big city
You can walk a thin line
Your mother won't know that you do a bit of crime
Your father's on the dole and he really hasn't got the time
In the big city
Where it's hard to see the sky
And the black earth trembles when the trains go by
And the bums on the corner tell you gently
To fuck off and die
Well I lost my girl and I missed my train to Ride
And I'm stuck here selling papers
And spitting on the ground when you walk by
In the big city
You can dance all night
Only if you're clean and the lads are not uptight
Or you may as well forget it and wait until the broad daylight
In the big city
Where the suits don't look you in the eye
Learn how to laugh you'll be planning when to die
And don't expect any favours from the cars passing by
I lost my girl waiting for the train from Ride
Well I don't mind matching colours or parking people's cars
And telling little lies if that's alright
In the big city

Top Pogues, A Rainy Night In Soho

I've been loving you a long time
Down all the years, down all the days
And I've cried for all your troubles
Smiled at your funny little ways
We watched our friends grow up together
And we saw them as they fell
Some of them fell into Heaven
Some of them fell into Hell
I took shelter from a shower
And I stepped into your arms
On a rainy night in Soho
The wind was whistling all its charms
I sang you all my sorrows
You told me all your joys
Whatever happened to that old song
To all those little girls and boys
Now the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
But there's a light I hold before me
And you're the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams
Sometimes I wake up in the morning
The gingerlady by my bed
Covered in a cloak of silence
I hear you talking in my head
I'm not singing for the future
I'm not dreaming of the past
I'm not talking of the fist time
I never think about the last
Now the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
Still there's a light I hold before me
You're the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams

Top Pogues, Tombestone

The night is dark, the moon is full
Across the blood red plain
Every step and every breath
Brings me nearer home
The spirits watch me on my way
They whisper on the wind
And when the dawn lights up the sky
I'll see my land again
A hot wind blows the scrub and dust
across the barren land
Trees stand bare like skeletons
The mountains all torn down
The water holes are dry as bones
No birds are singing now
And faraway a city stands
Tombstones against the sky

Top Pogues, Amadie

Voici une histoire
D'un homme cajun
Amadie Adouin
Etat son nom
Avec sa guitare
Et avec sa voix
Amadie Adouin
Etait le roi
Here is the story
Of a Cajun man
Amadie Adouin
Was his name
With his guitar
And his voice
Amadie Adouin
Was the king
In a town seperated by railroad tracks
When one side's white the other side must be black
La sueur brulait
Dans ses yeux
Les blancs ont crie
N' arrete pas
Quand Amadie pouvait
plus jouer
Il demandait a Celine
Son mouchoir
(The sweat burnt
In his eyes
The whites shouted
Don't stop
When Amadie couldn't
Play anymore
He asked to Celine
His handerchief)
Black were the tears Amadie Adouin cried
Tears a white handkerchief just could not hide
Les bois d'Arcadia
Ils sont morts
Au fond de la terre
Amadie s'endort
Mais si vous voulez
Ecouter sa voix
Demande aux Ricains
De la chercher d'en bas
(The forest of Arcadia
Is dead
Deep under the ground
Amadie falls asleep
But if you want to listen
To his voice
Ask the Yanks
To look for it from the bottom)
They ran right over Amadie's vocal cords
Good old boys in a good ol' Model T Ford
Amadie took a walk by the railroad track
To the other side and he won't be coming back
They ran right over Amadie's vocal cords
Those good old boys in a good old Model T Ford
Amadie took a walk by the railroad track
To the other side and he won't be coming back

Top Pogues, A Rainy Night In Soho (Live)

I've been loving you a long time
Down all the years, down all the days
And I've cried for all your troubles
Smiled at your funny little ways
We watched our friends grow up together
And we saw them as they fell
Some of them fell into Heaven
Some of them fell into Hell
I took shelter from a shower
And I stepped into your arms
On a rainy night in Soho
The wind was whistling all its charms
I sang you all my sorrows
You told me all your joys
Whatever happened to that old song
To all those little girls and boys
Now the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
But there's a light I hold before me
And you're the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams
Sometimes I wake up in the morning
The gingerlady by my bed
Covered in a cloak of silence
I hear you in my head
I'm not singing for the future
I'm not dreaming of the past
I'm not talking of the fist time
I never think about the last
Now the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
Still there's a light I hold before me
You're the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams

Top Pogues, Where That Love's Been Gone

Sometimes I wonder who's makin' love to you now
Now that it's been so long
Yes, sometimes I wonder who's makin' love to you now
Now that it's been so long
Well, I don't know how or when you found out
Where that love's been gone
Remember that winter we went walkin' in the snow
Now it's been and gone
Yes, I remember that winter we went walkin' in the snow
Snow that's been and gone
And right across the country still I've got to go
Wherever that love's been gone
But any old way there's a smile on my face
There's a smile that I just can't hide
Though I'm missin' you now like I, like I never knew how
I couldn't forget you if I tried
Don't it make you wonder but I wouldn't worry no more
Standing by the side of the road
Oh, don't it make you wonder but I wouldn't worry no more
Just standing by the side of the road
Into the night you just pick up and go
You will see where that love's been gone
But any old way there's a smile on my face
There's a smile that I just couldn't hide
Though I'm missing you now like I, like I never knew how
I couldn't forget you if I tried
I couldn't forget you, I couldn't forget you
I couldn't forget you if I tried
I couldn't forget you, I couldn't forget you

Top Pogues, Summer In Siam

When it's Summer in Siam
And the moon is full of rainbows
When it's Summer in Siam
And we go through many changes
When it's Summer in Siam
Then all I really know
Is that I truly am
In the Summer in Siam

Top Pogues, Blue Heaven

Alligators snap at your ankles
And branches snap at your brain
If I ever get through this swamp alive
I'll nevermore pray for rain
This must be the place, and still
Somehow it don't seem right
That something in the moon
Could change these endless days
To lonely nights
I take a stroll down by the sea
And walk along the pier
Then I slip and hit my head
Now's the time to fear
See the surface, see the rocks
See my past fly swiftly by
I feel the water in my lungs
And wake up screaming for my life
In my blue heaven
There's a bottle of Pontchetrain
Chalmette by moonlight
To take away the pain
Card sharks and blue harps
And dolphins who can leap
In my Blue Heaven
Where I can laugh
And I can weep
Black shapes zip into corners
The big lads start to crawl
To holes of their own making
In the cracks within the wall
Snakes and rats and spiders
I know that they're still there
I pray to God that I may sleep
Without a hope, without a care
In my blue heaven
There's a bottle of Pontchetrain
Chalmette by moonlight
To take away the pain
Felines and sea lions
And rain on the beach
In my Blue Heaven
With angels who are out of reach
In my blue heaven
There's a bottle of Pontchetrain
Chalmette by moonlight
To take away the pain
Nightingales sing
And the bells they will ring
In my Blue Heaven
The Bells of Hell
Go ding-a-ling-a-ling

Top Pogues, Curse Of Love

I've seen those signs a million times
The chill that clouds your eyes
The light that shines black as a coal
Deep down in the mind
And I'm hungry, and I'm dying of thirst
Just suffering from a lover's curse
I'll turn to stone, let the rivers flow,
And wash me to the sea
The curse of love is hanging over me
I've walked the line, stood by your side,
I've kept you company
And all those times you felt like crying,
I've held you close to me
Now someone's put a spell on me,
All my worst dreams are coming true
I'll turn to stone, let the rivers flow,
And wash me to the sea
The curse of love is hanging over me
The curse of love is hanging...
Over me
Around the tent, the storm was raging,
The gypsy's eyes were wild and blazing
Should have listened when she said
You'd slip away from me
The bottle's empty, I've drunk it dry,
And still I feel the pain
Well, all we've had is lost now,
Like teardrops in the rain
The night is long, I'm tired and weary,
But I don't know where this road will lead me,
I'll turn to stone, let the rivers flow,
And wash me to the sea
The curse of love is hanging over me
The curse of love is hanging...

Top Pogues, Pogues

[recruiting sergeant]
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As I was walking down the road
A feeling fine and larky oh
A recruiting sergeant came up to me
Says he, you'd look fine in khaki oh
For the king he is in need of men
Come read this proclamation oh
A life in flanders for you then
Would be a fine vacation oh
That may be so says I to him
But tell me sergeant dearie-oh
If I had a pack stuck upon my back
Would I look fine and cheerie oh
For they'd have you train and drill until
They had you one of the frenchies oh
It may be warm in flanders
But it's draughty in the trenches oh
The sergeant smiled and winked his eye
His smile was most provoking oh
He twiddled and twirled his wee mustache
Says he, I know you're only joking oh
For the sandbags are so warm and high
The wind you won't feel blowing oh
Well I winked at a cailin passing by
Says i, what if it's snowing oh
Come rain or hail or wind or snow
I'm not going out to flanders oh
There's fighting in dublin to be done
Let your sergeants and your commanders go
Let englishmen fight english wars
It's nearly time they started oh
I saluted the sergeant a very good night
And there and then we parted oh
[the rocky road to dublin
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(instrumental)]
[galway races]
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As I went down to galway town
To seek for recreation
On the seventeenth of august
Me mind being elevated
There were passengers assembled
With their tickets at the station
And me eyes began to dazzle
And they off to see the races
With me wack fol the do fol
The diddle idle day
There were passengers from limerick
And passengers from nenagh
The boys of connemara
And the clare unmarried maiden
There were people from cork city
Who were loyal, true and faithful
Who brought home the fenian prisoners
From dying in foreign nations
And it's there you'll see the pipers
And the fiddlers competing
And the sporting wheel of fortune
And the four and twenty quarters
And there's others without scruple
Pelting wattles at poor maggie
And her father well contented
And he gazing at his daughter
And it's there you'll see the jockeys
And they mounted on so stably
The pink, the blue, the orange, and green
The colors of our nation
The time it came for starting
All the horses seemed impatient
Their feet they hardly touched the ground
The speed was so amazing!
There was half a million people there
Of all denominations
The catholic, the protestant, the jew, the presbyterian
Yet there was no animosity
No matter what persuasion
But failte hospitality

Top Pogues, Whiskey In The Jar

As I was going over the Kilmagenny mountain
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting.
I first produced my pistol, and the produced my rapier.
Said stand and deliver, for I am a bold deceiver,
musha ring dumma do damma da
whack for the daddy 'ol
whack for the daddy 'ol
there's whiskey in the jar
I counted out his money, and it made a pretty penny.
I put it in my pocket and I brought it home to Jenny.
She said and she swore, that she never would deceive me,
but the devil take the women, for they never can be easy
I went into my chamber, for to take a slumber,
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure it was no wonder.
But Jenny took my charges and she filled them up with water,
and sent for captain Farrel to be ready for the slaughter.
It was early in the morning, before I rose to travel,
the guards were all around me and likewise captain Farrel.
I first produced my pistol, for she stole away my rapier,
but I couldn't shoot the water so a prisoner I was taken.
If anyone can aid me, it's my brother in the army,
if I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney.
And if he'll come save me, we'll go roving near Kilkenny,
and I swear he'll treat me better than me own sportling Jenny
Now some men take delight in the drinking and the roving,
but others take delight in the gambling and the smoking.
But I take delight in the juice of the barley,

Top Pogues, Dirty Old Town

I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Clouds a drifting across the moon
Cats a prowling on their beat
Spring's a girl from the streets at night
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
I heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
Smelled the spring on the smoky wind
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
I'm going to make me a good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
Will chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

Top Pogues, Dirty Old Town (Live)

I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed a girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Clouds are drifting across the moon
Cats are prowling on their beat
Springs a girl in the street at night
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
Smelled the spring on the smoky wind
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
I'm going to make me a good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
Will chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

Top Pogues, Cotton Fields

Now the party's over
And the money's all gone
You remember feeling like Jesus' son
Now your girl has left your side
And now you're gonna get crucified
They're gonna crucify you
Crucify you, crucify you, crucify you
In those old cotton fields back home, back home
Too late to joke or crack a smile
You gotta carry that shit up that drunken mile
When they put the electrodes in your brain
Even your Mother won't know you're sane
First Lord Nelson's sunken ships
Now Steve Lillywhite's drunken mix
They're gonna crucify you
Crucify you, crucify you, crucify you
In those old cotton fields back home, back home
Back home
Back home
Back home
Back home
In those old cotton fields back home
Back home
Back home
Back home
In those old cotton fields back home
Back home
Back home
Back home
In those old cotton fields back home
Back home
Back home
Back home

Top Pogues, Dark Streets Of London

I like to walk in the summer breeze
Down Dalling Road by the dead old trees
And drink with my friends
In the Hammersmith Broadway
Dear dirty delightful old drunken old days
Then the winter came down and I loved it so dearly
The pubs and the bookies where you'd spend all your time
And the old men that were singing
When the roses bloom again
And turn like the leaves
To a new summertime
Now the winter comes down
I can't stand the chill
That comes to the streets around Christmas time
And I'm buggered to damnation
And I haven't got a penny
To wander the dark streets of London
Every time that I look on the first day of summer
Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT
And the drugged up psychos
With death in their eyes
And how all of this really
Means nothing to me
Now the winter comes down
I can't stand the chill
That comes to the streets around Christmas time
And I'm buggered to damnation
And I haven't got a penny
To wander the dark streets of London
Every time that I look on the first day of summer
Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT
And the drugged up psychos
With death in their eyes
And how all of this really
Means nothing to me
Now the winter comes down
I can't stand the chill
That comes to the streets around Christmas time
And I'm buggered to damnation
And I haven't got a penny
To wander the dark streets of London
To wander the dark streets of London
To wander the dark streets of London

Top Pogues, Boys From The County Hell

On the first day of March it was raining
It was raining worse than anything that I have ever seen
Drank ten pints of beer, cursed all the people there
I wish that all this raining would stop falling down on me
And I slept, lend ten pounds, buy you a drink
And mother wake me early in the morning
At the time I was working for a landlord
He was the meanest bastard that you have ever seen
To lose a single penny would grieve him awful sore
He was a miserable bullocks and a bitch's bastard's whore
And I slept, lend ten pounds, buy you a drink
And mother wake me early in the morning
I recall we took care of him one Sunday
We got him out the back broke his fucking balls
And maybe that was dreaming and maybe that was real
All I know is I left that place without a penny or fuck all
And I slept, lend ten pounds, buy you a drink
And mother wake me early in the morning
Now I've the most charming of verandas
I sit and watch the junkies, the drunks and pimps and whores
Five green bottles sitting on the floor
And I wish to Christ, I wish to Christ that I had fifteen more
And I slept, lend ten pounds, buy you a drink
And mother wake me early in the morning
And I slept, lend ten pounds, buy you a drink
The boys and me are drunk and looking for you
We'll eat your frigging entrails and we won't give a damn
Me daddy was a blue shirt and my mother a madam
And my brother earned his medals raping gooks in Vietnam
And I slept, lend ten pounds, buy you a drink
And mother wake me early in the morning
On the first day of March it was raining
It was raining worse than anything that I have ever seen
Stay on the other side of the road 'cause you can never tell
We've a thirst like a gang of devils, we're the boys of the county hell
And it's lend me ten pounds and I'll buy you a drink
And mother wake me early in the morning
And I slept, lend ten pounds, buy you a drink

Top Pogues, Bright Lights

The bright lights are calling me
The bright lights are calling me
When the world is dark and cold
And I'm heading down the road
The bright lights are calling me
As the world is round, the road is long
I've trouble on my mind
I'll just keep on moving
Until the day comes round
The wind a' blowing on my back
And my feet a' flying
Flying down the road
Where the bright lights shine
Monday's in a pigtown
Tuesday's in a truck
Wednesday's a field of mud
And Thursday's out of luck
Friday's rain clouds
Saturday flies by
Sunday comes shining
From a blue blue sky
The bright lights are calling me
The bright lights are calling me
When the world is dark and cold
And I'm heading down the road
The bright lights are calling me
Some towns are golden
Some towns are stained
Some towns are shadows
Fading in the rain
Some towns are rust
And some towns they gleam
Some towns are mad dogs
Some towns are a dream
The bright lights are calling me
The bright lights are calling me
When the world is dark and cold
And I'm heading down the road
The bright lights are calling me
Some dreams are hollow
Some dreams are cold
Some dreams are crazy
And some dreams are bold
Some dreams are bought
And other dreams are sold
Some dreams lie waiting
At the end of the road
The bright lights are calling me
The bright lights are calling me
When the world is dark and cold
And I'm heading down the road
The bright lights are calling me

Top Pogues, Bottle Of Smoke

Thanks and praises
Thanks to Jesus
I bet on the Bottle of Smoke
I went to hell
And to the races
To bet on the Bottle of Smoke
The day being clear
The sky being bright
He came up on the left
Like a streak of light
Like a drunken fuck
On a Saturday night
Up came the Bottle of Smoke
Twenty fucking five to one
Me gambling days are done
I bet on a horse called the Bottle of Smoke
And my horse won
Stewards inquiries
Swift and fiery
I had the Bottle of Smoke
Inquisitions and suppositions
I had the Bottle of Smoke
Fuck the stewards
A trip to Lourdes
Might give the old fuckers
The power of sight
Screaming springers and stoppers
And call out coppers
But the money still gleams in my hand like a light
Bookies cursing
Cars reversing
I had the Bottle of Smoke
Glasses steaming
Vessels bursting
I had the Bottle of Smoke
Slip a fifty to the wife
And for each brat a crisp new five
To give me a break on a Saturday night
When I had the Bottle of Smoke
Priests and maidens
Drunk as pagans
They had the Bottle of Smoke
Sins forgiven and celebrations
They had the Bottle of Smoke
Fuck the Yanks
And drink their wives
The moon is clear
The sky is bright
I'm happy as the horses shite
Up came the Bottle of Smoke

Top Pogues, Bottle Of Smoke (Live)

Top Pogues, Pont Mirabeau

Below the Pont Mirabeau
Slow flows the Seine
And all out loves together
Must I recall again
Joy would always follow
After pain
Hands holding hands
Let us stand face to face
While underneath the bridge
Of our arms entwined slow race
Eternal gazes flowing
At wave's pace
Let night fall, let the hours go by
The days pass on and here I stand
Love runs away
Like running water flows
Love flows away
But oh how slow life goes
How violent is hope
Love only knows
Let night fall, let the hours go by
The days pass on and her stand I
The days flow ever on
The weeks pass by in vain
Time never will return
Nor our loves burn again
Below the Pont Mirabeau
Slow flows the Seine
Let night fall, let the hours go by
The days pass on and here I stand
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Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine
Et nos amours
Faut-il qu'il m'en souvienne
La joie venait toujours apr¨¨s la peine
Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure
Les mains dans les mains restons face ¨¤ face
Tandis que sous
Le pont de nos bras passe
Des ¨¦ternels regards l'onde si lasse
Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure
L'amour s'en va comme cette eau courante
L'amour s'en va
Comme la vie est lente
Et comme l'Esp¨¦rance est violente
Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure
Passent les jours et passent les semaines
Ni temps pass¨¦
Ni les amours reviennent
Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine
Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure
Les jours s'en vont je demeure

Top Pogues, The Limerick Rake

I am a young fellow that's easy and bold,
In Castletown Conner I'm very well known;
In Newcastle West I spent many a night
With Kitty and Judy and Mary.
My parents rebuked me for being such a rake
And for spending my time in such frolicsome ways,
But I ne're could forget the good nature of Jenny,
Agus fagaimid siud mar ata se.
There's some say I'm foolish, there's some say I'm wise,
And I will find that there are women that think its no crime;
The son of King David had ten thousand wives
And his wisdom was highly regarded.
In Euclid and grammar they taught me to write
But my heart, it was stolen by a pair of brown thighs
That came from the mountains, her stockings are white,
I'd love to be tied to her garter.
And some you'll fuss over, and some you'll forego
In there Devonshire's treasure's are twenty times more,
But he's lying on his back amongst nettles and stones,
Agus fagaimid mar a ata se.
And when I am dead and I'm laid to my rest
My women and children will came at my wake,
They'll gather around and they'll offer a prayer

Top Pogues, The Rare Old Mountain Dew

Let grasses grow and waters flow
In a free and easy way,
But give me enough of the rare old stuff
That's made near Galway Bay,
Come gangers all from Donegal,
Sligo and Leitrim too,
Oh, we'll give the slip and we'll take a sip
Of the rare old Mountain Dew
Hi the dithery al the dal, dal the dal the dithery al, al the dal, dal dithery al dee
Hi the dithery al the dal, dal the dal the dithery al, dal the dal, dal dithery al dee
There's a neat little still at the foot of the hill,
Where the smoke curls up to the sky,
By a whiff of the smell you can plainly tell
That there's poitin, boys, close by.
For it fills the air with a perfume rare,
And betwixt both me and you,
As home we roll, we can drink a bowl,
Or a bucketful of Mountain Dew
Now learned men as use the pen,
Have writ the praises high
Of the rare poitin from Ireland green,
Distilled from wheat and rye.
Away with yer pills, it'll cure all ills,
Be ye Pagan, Christian or Jew,
So take off your coat and grease your throat

Top Pogues, Do You Believe In Magic

Do you believe in magic in a young girl's heart
How the music can free her, whenever it starts
And it's magic, if the music is groovy
It makes you feel happy like an old-time movie
I'll tell you about the magic, and it'll free your soul
But it's like trying to tell a stranger 'bout rock and
roll
Yeah - do you believe in magic - believe
Yeah - do you believe in magic
If you believe in magic don't bother to choose
If it's jug band music or rhythm and blues
Just go and listen it'll start with a smile
It won't wipe off your face no matter how hard you try
Your feet start tapping and you can't seem to find
How you got there, so just blow your mind
If you believe in magic, come along with me
We'll dance until morning when there's just you and me
And maybe, if the music is right
I'll meet you tomorrow, sort of late at night
And we'll go dancing, baby, then you'll see
That the magic's in the music and the music's in me
Yeah - do you believe in magic - believe
Yeah - do you believe in magic
Believe in magic of a young girl's soul
Believe in the magic of rock and roll
Believe in the magic that can set you free
Yeah, talking 'bout magic
Do you believe in magic - believe
Yeah - do you believe in magic - believe
Yeah - do you believe in magic - believe
Yeah - do you believe in magic - believe
Yeah - do you believe in magic - believe

Top Pogues, Pinned Down - I'm Alone In The Wilderness

(I'm alone in the wilderness...)
Fucked Up
Set up
Faced up
Jacked up
Sitting there in chokey
14 years old
No lock on the door
But no way out
No joking
No hoping
No nothing
Pinned Down.
(I'm alone in the wilderness...)
Fat greasy shrinks
Complacent bastards
Got no reason
For the things
They ask you
Put away in a hole
Till you're ready
For jail and the dole
Take away your soul
Pinned Down.
(I'm alone in the wilderness...)
Wake up
and your heart's not beating
Try to say something
But they got you beaten
You try to take it
Away from them
Once, and twice
And then again and
Again and again, again.
Jump out of the window
Slash your wrists
When all you really wanted
Was to screw and get pissed.
And the sky goes black
But you can't go back
And the way ahead just leads to
The Chandler Clinic.
And there's nothing in there
Except madness and despair
(I'm alone in the wilderness...)
Dehydration
Humiliation
Degradation
Mind castration
And the sky is black
And the one next to you
Keeps thinking they're having a heart attack.
(I'm alone in the wilderness...)
Desolation
On medication
Nurse nurse nurse
can't sleep easy
Nurse nurse nurse
are you fucking with me
ECT fuckin' did a thing on me
ECT did a job on me
ECT did a job on me
ECT did a job on me.
Pinned Down
Pinned Down.
(I'm alone in the wilderness...)
Pinned Down.
(I'm alone in the wilderness...)
Pinned Down.

Top Pogues, Danny Boy

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying
'tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
But come you back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
'tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.
And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.
And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me

Top Pogues, Beer, Beer, Beer

A long time ago, way back in history,
when all there was to drink was nothin but cups of tea.
Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mops,
and he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops.
He might have been an admiral a sultan or a king,
and to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!
Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer
tiddly beer beer beer.
The Curtis bar, the James' Pub, the Hole in the Wall as well
one thing you can be sure of, its Charlie's beer they sell
so all ye lads a lasses at eleven O'clock ye stop
for five short seconds, remember Charlie Mops
1... 2... 3... 4... 5...
He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king,
and to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!
Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer
tiddly beer beer beer.
A barrel of malt, a bushel of hops, you stir it around with a stick,
the sort of lubrication to make your engine tick.
40 pints of wallop a day will keep away the quacks.
Its only eight pence hapenny and one and six in tax
1... 2... 3... 4... 5...
He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king,
and to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!
And Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer
tiddly beer beer beer.

Top Pogues, The Band Played Waltzing Matilda

When I was a young man I carried my pack
And I lived the free life of a rover
From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in nineteen fifteen my country said Son
It's time to stop rambling 'cause there's work to be
done
So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun
And they sent me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we sailed away from the quay
And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the
cheers
We sailed off to Gallipoli
How well I remember that terrible day
the blood stained the sand and the water
And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well
He us with bullets, he rained us with
shells
And in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia
But the band played Waltzing Matilda
As we stopped to bury our slain
And we buried ours and the Turks buried theirs
Then started all over again
Now those
In mad world of blood, death and fire
And for weeks I kept myself alive
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over tit
And when I woke up in my hospital bed
And saw what it had done, I wished I was
dead
Never knew there were worse things than dying
no more I'll go waltzing Matilda
the green far and near
For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs
No more waltzing Matilda for me
So they collected the cripples, the wounded
maimed
And they shipped us back home to Australia
, the blind insane
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
I looked at the place where legs used to be
And thank Christ there was nobody waiting for me
To grieve and to mourn and to pity
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
As they carried us down the gangway
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared
turned all their faces away
And now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving dreams of past glory
The forgotten heroes a forgotten war
And the young people ask , "What are they
marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question
And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men answer to the call
But year after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march there at all
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda

Top Pogues, The Wild Rover

I've been a wild rover for many a year
And I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer
And now I'm returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more
And it's no, nay, never
No, nay, never, no more
And I'll play the wild rover
No never, no more
I went to an alehouse I used to frequent
And I told the landlady my money was spent
I asked her for credit, she answered me, "Nay"
Saying, "Custom like yours, I can have any day"
And it's no, nay, never
No, nay, never, no more
And I'll play the wild rover
No never, no more
I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight
She said, "I have whiskeys and wines of the best
And the words that I told you were only in jest"
And it's no, nay, never
No, nay, never, no more
And I'll play the wild rover
No never, no more
I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son
And when they have kissed me as oft-times before
I never will play the wild rover no more
And it's no, nay, never
No, nay, never, no more
And I'll play the wild rover

Top Pogues, Johnny Come Lately

(feat. Steve Earl)
I'm an American, boys, and I've come a long way,
Born and bred in the USA
So listen up close, I've got something to say
Boys, I'm buying this round
Well it took a little while, but we're in this fight
And we ain't going home 'til we've done what's right
We're gonna drink Camden Town dry tonight,
If I have to spend my last pound
When I first got to London it was pourin' down rain
Met a little girl in the field canteen
Painted her name on the nose of my plane
Six more missions, I'm gone
Well I asked if I could stay and she said that I might
Then the warden came around yelling "Turn out the lights"
Death rainin' out of the London night
We made love 'til dawn
[Chorus:]
But when Johnny Come Lately comes marching home
With a chest full of medals and a G.I. loan
They'll be waitin' at the station down in San Antone
When Johnny comes marching home
My P-47 is a pretty good ship
And she took a round comin' cross the channel last trip
I was thinkin' 'bout my baby and letting her rip
Always got me through so far
Well they can ship me all over this great big world
But I'll never find nothing like my North End girl
I'm taking her home with me one day, sir
Soon as we win this war
[Chorus]
Now my grandaddy sang this song
Told me about London when the Blitz was on
How he married grandma and brought her back home
A hero thoughout his land
Now I'm standing on a runway in San Diego
A couple Purple Hearts and I move a little slow
There's nobody here, maybe nobody knows
About a place called Vietnam

Top Pogues, Something Wild

When you're in a cold sweat
She'll come and soothe your brow
Taste the beer inside you
There ain't no stopping you now.
You're falling again
Going out of your brain
She comes around with a smile [?]
You know she's something wild.
You know she's something wild
You know she's something wild
You know she's something wild
And you dribble like a little child.
You see a river burning
You're far away from shore
There's no going back now
You don't care any more.
You're falling again
Going out of your brain
She comes around with a smile [?]
You know she's something wild.
You know she's something wild
You know she's something wild
You know she's something wild
She's got you dribbling like a little child.
Prettiest woman that you've ever seen
You close your eyes and you start to dream
All your nightmares so far behind
You know she's something wild.
You know she's something wild
You know she's something wild
You know she's something wild
She's got you dribbling like a little child.
You know she's something wild
You know she's something wild
You know she's something wild
She's got you dribbling like a little child.

Top Pogues, Medley (Recruiting Sergeant, Rocky Road To Dublin,

[Recruiting Sergeant]
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As I was walking down the road
A feeling fine and larky oh
A recruiting sergeant came up to me
Says he, you'd look fine in khaki oh
For the King he is in need of men
Come read this proclamation oh
A life in Flanders for you then
Would be a fine vacation oh
That may be so says I to him
But tell me sergeant dearie-oh
If I had a pack stuck upon my back
Would I look fine and cheerie oh
For they'd have you train and drill until
They had you one of the Frenchies oh
It may be warm in Flanders
But it's draughty in the trenches oh
The sergeant smiled and winked his eye
His smile was most provoking oh
He twiddled and twirled his wee mustache
Says he, I know you're only joking oh
For the sandbags are so warm and high
The wind you won't feel blowing oh
Well I winked at a cailin passing by
Says I, what if it's snowing oh
Come rain or hail or wind or snow
I'm not going out to Flanders oh
There's fighting in Dublin to be done
Let your sergeants and your commanders go
Let Englishmen fight English wars
It's nearly time they started oh
I saluted the sergeant a very good night
And there and then we parted oh
[The Rocky Road to Dublin
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(instrumental)]
[Galway Races]
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As I went down to Galway Town
To seek for recreation
On the seventeenth of August
Me mind being elevated
There were passengers assembled
With their tickets at the station
And me eyes began to dazzle
And they off to see the races
With me wack fol the do fol
The diddle idle day
There were passengers from Limerick
And passengers from Nenagh
The boys of Connemara
And the Clare unmarried maiden
There were people from Cork City
Who were loyal, true and faithful
Who brought home the Fenian prisoners
From dying in foreign nations
And it's there you'll see the pipers
And the fiddlers competing
And the sporting wheel of fortune
And the four and twenty quarters
And there's others without scruple
Pelting wattles at poor Maggie
And her father well contented
And he gazing at his daughter
And it's there you'll see the jockeys
And they mounted on so stably
The pink, the blue, the orange, and green
The colors of our nation
The time it came for starting
All the horses seemed impatient
Their feet they hardly touched the ground
The speed was so amazing!
There was half a million people there
Of all denominations
The Catholic, the Protestant, the Jew, the Presbyterian
Yet there was no animosity
No matter what persuasion
But failte hospitality
Inducing fresh acquaintance

Top Pogues, I Fought The Law (live)

Breakin rocks in the hot sun I fought the law and the law won (twice) I needed money cause I had none I fought the law and the law won (twice)
I left my baby and it feels so bad Guess my race is run Shes the best girl that I ever had I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the
Robbin people with a six-gun I fought the law and the law won (twice) I lost my girl and I lost my fun I fought the law and the law won (twice)
I left my baby and it feels so bad Guess my race is run Shes the best girl that I ever had I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the

Top Pogues, Recruiting Sergeant

(Traditional)
As I was walking down the road
A feeling fine and larky oh
A recruiting sergeant came up to me
Says he, you'd look fine in khaki oh
For the King he is in need of men
Come read this proclamation oh
A life in Flanders for you then
Would be a fine vacation oh
That may be so says I to him
But tell me sergeant dearie-oh
If I had a pack stuck upon my back
Would I look fine and cheerie oh
For they'd have you train and drill until
They had you one of the Frenchies oh
It may be warm in Flanders
But it's draughty in the trenches oh
The sergeant smiled and winked his eye
His smile was most provoking oh
He twiddled and twirled his wee mustache
Says he, I know you're only joking oh
For the sandbags are so warm and high
The wind you won't feel blowing oh
Well I winked at a cailin passing by
Says I, what if it's snowing oh
Come rain or hail or wind or snow
I'm not going out to Flanders oh
There's fighting in Dublin to be done
Let your sergeants and your commanders go
Let Englishmen fight English wars
It's nearly time they started oh
I saluted the sergeant a very good night

Top Pogues, Boat Train

I met with Napper Tandy
And I shook him by the hand
He said, "Hold me up for Chrissake
For I can hardly stand"
The most disgraceful journey
On which I've ever been
The last time that I traveled on
The Boat Train
I had a couple of drinks in town
A few more at the port
I puked up on the gangway
But some kind folks helped me board
They helped me to a table
Poured whiskey down my throat
They sat me at a table
And I lost my watch and coat
First we drank some whiskey
Then we drank some gin
Then we drank tequila
I think that's what did me in
Then we drank some brandy
And the women had a dance
The steward then announced
That we could play the game of 'Chance'
We crowded round the table
With our money in our hands
I ended up on the other side
Without a penny in my pants
I woke up in the toilet
When we got to Holy head
The doors were all a-banging
And I wished that I was dead
We got on board the train
And then we had a drink or two
Started playing poker
But the booze ran out at Crewe
Some people started sleeping
Others looked for duty free
Some bastard started singing
"The little cottage by the Lee"
He then sang, 'Paper Roses'
'Boolavogue', 'Eileen Aru'
Somebody started slagging off
The Pakis and the Jews
First I found some whiskey
Then I found some gin
I sat down in the corner
And I read the Daily News
First I drank the whiskey
Then I drank the gin
I tried to make the toilet
And I broke my fuckin' shin
Next thing that I knew
I was in London in the rain
Staggering up the platform

Top Pogues, The Rake At The Gates Of Hell

I'll be with them asleep or dreaming
I'll be there when they wake up screaming
At the hour of death I will nurse them
To have a moment more to curse them
Watch the maggots crawl out of them
Hear the angels call above them
Watch them as the cold air sucks them
Down to hell, good night, good luck
Then if any should escape above me
Beg and cheat until they trust me
Drag them down to be damned with me
Laugh at them as they forgive me
Mothers eyes are sparking diamonds
Still the moon shows no likeness
Roses wither, may God deliver the rake
At the gates of hell tonight
I wish that they could walk forever
On the earth alone unfettered
Until they pray for consummation
Until they beg for sweat damnation
Then I'll come and bring them water
Bring them hope, bring them laughter
Raise their hopes, both sad and sunken
Slash them up as they lie there drunken
Push them down into the fowl mud
Until they choke up on their own blood
Drag them out before their last breath
To take away the mercy of death
Mothers eyes are sparking diamonds
Still the moon shows no likeness
Roses wither, may God deliver the rake

Top Pogues, Five Green Queens And Jean

I recall the moment
Before it slipped away
When 5 green queens
On a black bin bag
Meant all the world to me
And I recall the moment
More distant than it seems
When 5 green queens
On a black bin bag
Meant all the world to me
And I recall the moment
Much closer than it seems
When 5 green queens
On a black bin bag
Meant all the world to me
And I recall the moment
Before it slipped away
When 5 green queens
On a black bin bag
Meant all the world to me

Top Pogues, Miss Otis Regrets

Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today.
Madam,
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today.
She is sorry to be delayed,
but last night down in Lover's Lane she strayed,
Madam,
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today.
When she woke up and found
That her dream of love was gone,
Madam,
She ran to the man
Who had led her so far astray,
And from under her velvet gown
She drew a gun and shot her lover down,
Madam,
Miss Otis regrets she's unable to lunch today.
When the mob came and got her
And dragged her from the jail,
Madam,
They strung her upon
The old willow across the way,
And the moment before she died
She lifted up her head and cried,
Madam,

Top Pogues, Whiskey You're The Devil

Now brave boys, we're on the march
Off to Portugal and Spain
Drums are beating, banners flying
The Devil at home will come tonight
So it's go, fare thee well
With a too da loo ra loo ra doo de da
A too ra loo ra loo ra doo de da
Me rikes fall too ra laddie-o, there's whiskey in the jar
Oh, whiskey you're the devil, you're leading me astray
Over hills and mountains and to Amerikay
You're sweetness from the Bleachner and spunkier than tea
Oh, whiskey you're my darling drunk or sober
The French are fighting boldly
Men are dying hot and coldly
Give every man his flask of powder
His firelock on his shoulder
So its go, fare thee well
With a too da loo ra loo ra doo de da
A too ra loo ra loo ra doo de da
Me rikes fall too ra laddie-o, there's whiskey in the jar
Oh, whiskey you're the devil, you're leading me astray
Over hills and mountains and to Amerikay
You're sweetness from the Bleachner and spunkier than tea
Oh, whiskey you're my darling drunk or sober
Says the old man, do not wrong me
Don't take me daughter from me
For if you do I will torment you
When I'm dead my ghost will haunt you
So its go, fare thee well
With a too da loo ra loo ra doo de da
A too ra loo ra loo ra doo de da
Me rikes fall too ra laddie-o, there's whiskey in the jar
Oh, whiskey you're the devil, you're leading me astray
Over hills and mountains and to Amerikay
You're sweetness from the Bleachner and spunkier than tea
Oh, whiskey you're my darling drunk or sober
Oh, whiskey you're the devil, you're leading me astray
Over hills and mountains and to Amerikay
You're sweetness from the Bleachner and spunkier than tea

Top Pogues, Train Of Love

The sun slips through the broken blinds
Through the dusty panes
And casts a shadow across the bed
Where you and I once lay
Your perfume lingers though you've gone
My poor ol' heart will break
I'm lonesome as the whistle
On the evening train
The jukebox plays a sad old song
I pray to God above
That you'll come riding back to me
On a train of love
I walk down to the station
And watch the trains go by
And stare into my coffee
Just looking for a sign
That one day you'll step off that train
And forgive me for my crimes
Take my hand and walk with me
Till the end of the line
The jukebox plays a sad old song
I pray to God above
That you'll come riding back to me
On a train of love
I never knew I was lucky
Till my luck all slipped away
I gambled with the Devil
And the Devil made me pay
My dreams never came true
Like the roses never bloomed
They withered and they died
In this empty room
The light is gone, the night is here
The day is left behind
The rumble of a distant train
Slithers through my mind
Your photograph is faded
But the memory still remains
Your eyes burn in the tail lights
On the midnight train
The jukebox plays a sad old song
I pray to God above
That you'll come riding back to me
On a train of love
The jukebox plays a sad old song
I pray to God above
That you'll come riding back to me
On a train of love
Train of love, train of love
The jukebox plays a sad old song
I pray to God above
That you'll come riding back to me
On a train of love
The jukebox plays a sad old song
I pray to God above
That you'll come riding back to me
On a train of love

Top Pogues, The Rocky Road To Dublin

'Twas in the merry month of June from me home I
started,
Left the girls in Tuam nearly broken-hearted,
Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother,
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born,
Cut a stout blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins,
Brand new pair of brogues rattled o'er the bogs,
Frightened all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.
Chorus: One, two, three, four, five,
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
and all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de dah!
In Mullingar that night I rested tired and weary,
Up the very next morning feeling bright and early,
Had a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinking,
Thats the Paddy's cure whene'er he's up for drinking.
See the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin',
Asked me was I hired, wages I required,
Till I was sick and tired and on the rocky road to
Dublin.
Chorus
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
To be soon deprived a view of that fine city.
When I took a stroll, all among the quality,
Me bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality.
Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind,
No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin',
Asking for the rogue, they told me Connacht brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.
Chorus
From there I got away, me spirits never failing,
Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing.
The Captain at me roared, said no more room had he,
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy.
Down among the pigs, played some hearty rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin',
When off Holyhead wished that I was dead,
Or better far instead on the rocky road to Dublin.
Chorus
The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it,
Blood began to boil, temper I was losing,
Dear old Erin's Isle they began abusing.
"Hurrah me soul," says I, shillelagh I let fly,
Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobble in,
With a load "hurray" joined in the affray,
We quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to
Dublin.

Top Pogues, Infinity

Top Pogues, Haunted

I really miss you when the nights are long
And only silence is heard in this world of song
But life goes on
And forever more
Ill be haunted by your love
I see you walking through the gates of home
And then I wake up to find
I'm still all alone
I should have known
But forever more
Ill be haunted by your love
Lonely is the river
As it tumbles to the ocean
Searching for our future
We can find our way back home
My only comfort is the love we share
And as I walk through this world
With sadness everywhere
Ive had my share
And forever more,
Ill be haunted by your love
And forever more,
Ill be haunted by your love
Standing in the doorway
As the sunrise greets the morning
Searching for our future
We can find our way back home
I really miss you when the nights are long
And only silence is heard in this world of song
But life goes on
And forever more
Ill be haunted by your love
Haunted by your love
Haunted by your love
Haunted by your love

Top Pogues, Peace & Love [Expanded]

Alligators snap at your ankles
And branches snap at your brain
If I ever get through this swamp alive
I'll nevermore pray for rain
This must be the place
And still it somehow don't seem right
Something in the moon could change
These endless days to lonely nights
I take a stroll down by the sea
And walk along the pier
Then I slip and hit my head
Now's the time to fear
I see the surface, see the rocks
See my past fly swiftly by
I feel the water in my lungs
And wake up screaming for my life
In my blue heaven
There's a bottle of Pontchartrain
Chalmette by moonlight
To take away the pain
Card sharks and blue harps
And dolphins who leap
In my blue heaven
Where I can laugh and I can weep
Black shapes zip into corners
The big lads start to crawl
To holes of their own making
In the cracks within the wall
Snakes and rats and spiders
I know that they're still there
I pray to God that I may sleep
Without a hope, without a care
In my blue heaven
There's a bottle of Pontchartrain
Chalmette by moonlight
To take away the pain
Felines and sea lions
And rain on the beach
In my blue heaven
With angels who aren't out of reach
In my blue heaven
There's a bottle of Pontchartrain
Chalmette by moonlight
To take away the pain
Nightingales sing
And the bells they will ring
In my blue heaven
The bells of Hell
Go ding a ling a ling

Top Pogues, Waiting for Herb

Sometimes it seems like a beautiful dream
The girl from the Wadi Hammamat
Lovely as a green parakeet
I awoke alone again
In the desert of my dreams
A fertile oasis I have seen
I cast my voice to the burning winds
Across the dunes, Khamsin Khamsin
Bring her to me on desire's wings
On the burning desert wind
She means the world to me
In a single grain of sand
Bring a camel to this man
Perched on a bough her tresses hang down
The girl from the Wadi Hammamat
She is as sweet as a green parakeet
I cast my voice to the burning winds
Across the dunes, Khamsin Khamsin
Bring her to me on desire's wings
On the burning desert wind
Sometimes, it seems like a beautiful dream
The girl from the Wadi Hammamat
The girl from the Wadi Hammamat
The girl from the Wadi Hammamat
Sometimes it seems like a beautiful dream
Sometimes it seems like a beautiful dream
Sometimes it seems like a beautiful dream
Sometimes it seems like a beautiful dream

Top Pogues, Fiesta

I am Francisco Vasquez Garcia
I am welcome to Almeria
We have sin gas and con leche
We have fiesta and feria
We have the song of the cochona
We have brandy and half corona
And Leonardo and his accordione
And Kalamari and macaroni
Come all you rambling boys of pleasure
And ladies of easy leisure
We must say Adios! until we see
Almeria once again
There is a minstrel, there you see,
And he stoppeth one in three
He whispers in this one's ear
";Will you kindly kill that doll for me";
Now he has won cochona in the bingo
All the town has watched this crazy gringo
As he pulls off the dolls head laughing
And miraldo! throws its body in the sea
El veinticinco de agosto
Abrio sus ojos Jaime Fearnley
Para el bebe cinquante cincampari
Y se tendio para cerrarlos
Y Costello el rey del America
Y suntuosa Cait O'Riordan
Nor vompere mis calliones
Los gritos fuera de las casas

Top Pogues, Fairytale Of New York (Live)

It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day
You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last
I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you

Top Pogues, Fairytale Of New York

It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing ";Galway Bay";
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day
You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last
I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you

Top Pogues, Drunken Boat

The wind was whipping shingle through the windows in the town
A hail of stones across the roof, the slates came raining down
A blade of light upon the spit came sweeping through the roar
With me head inise a barrel and me leg screwed in the floor
Mother pack me bags because I'm off to foreign parts
Don't ask me where I'm going 'cause I'm sure it's off the charts
I'll pin your likeness on the wall right buy my sleeping head
I'll send you cards and letters so you'll know that I'm not dead
By this time in a week I should be far away from home
Trailing fingers through the phospor or asleep in flowers of foam
From Macao to Acapulco from Havana to Seville
We'll see monoliths and bridges and the Christ up on the hill
An aria with the Russians at the piano in the bar
With icefloes through the window we raised glasses to the Czar
We squared off on a dockside with a coupled hundred Finns
And we dallied in the 'dilly and we stoaked ourselves in gin
Now the only deck I'd want to walk
Are the stalks of corn beneath my feet
And the only sea I want to sail
Is the darkned pond in the scented dusk
Where a kid crouced full of sadness
Lets his boat go drifting out
Into the evening sun
We sailed through constellations and were rutted by the storm
I crumpled under cudgel blows and finally came ashore
I spent the next two years or more just staring at the wall
We went to sea to see the world and what d'you think we saw?
If we turned the table upside down and sailed around the bed
Clamped knives between our teeth and tied bandannas round our heads
With the wainscot our horizon and the ceiling as the sky
You'd not expect that anyone would go and fucking die
At nights we passed the bottle round and drank to our lost friends
We lay alone upon our bunks and prayed that this would end
A wall of moving shadows with rows of swinging keys
We dreamed that whole Leviathans lay rotting in the weeds
There's a sound that comes from miles away if you lean your head to hear
A ship's bell rings on board a wreck where the air is still and clear
And up in heaven that means another angel's got his wings
But all below it signifies is a ship's gone in the drink

Top Pogues, Girl From The Wadi Hammamat

Sometimes it seems like a beautiful dream
The girl from the Wadi Hammamat
Lovely as a green parakeet
I awake alone again
In the desert of my dreams
A fertile oasis I have seen
I cast my voice to the burning winds
Across the dunes Khamsin Khamsin
Bring her to me on desire's wings
On the burning desert wind
She means the world to me
In a single grain of sand
Bring a camel to this man
Perched on a bough her tresses hang down
The girl from the Wadi Hammamat
She is as sweet as a green parakeet
Sometimes it seems like a beautiful dream

Top Pogues, Gartloney Rats

The boys from the village were festering sore
For a day on the rant with some music and more
They'd drink porter in Maura's way over in Fore
And never get drunk but stay sober
There was Harry the banjo and Dunne of the swan
With whose bone from the wing he'd beat the bodhran
And the song that he'd sing was of ganders and all
He'd never get drunk but stay sober
There was Woods on the Guitar and auld squeeze box too
Who came from a time before aeroplanes flew
He'd sit in a corner and mule quite a few
And he'd never get drunk but stay sober
There was Mahon the singer who knew all the songs
And never was known to put a foot wrong
He'd sing through the night till the break o' the morn
And he'd never get drunk but stay sober
Then Harry the banjo now there was a man
A bottomless pit if ever there was one
More porter he'd lower that there was in the land
And he'd Never get drunk but stay sober
Well the Gartloney Rats would play away
They'd play for the pints and not for the pay
And the pints they'd go down in the usual way
And they'd never get drunk but stay sober

Top Pogues, Four O'Clock In The Morning

4 O'Clock in the morning
When the ambulance arrived
4 O'Clock in the morning
When the ambulance arrived
The blue lights were flashing
As they lay my baby down inside
They took her to the hospital
In the darkest hour of the night
They took her to the hospital
In the darkest hour of the night
It was silent as the grave
As my baby lay beneath the light
They turned on the gas and cut her open
She didn't feel no pain
They turned on the gas and cut her open
She didn't feel no more pain
Daylight was breaking
And down came the rain
Down came the rain
Down came the rain
Down came the rain
Down came the rain

Top Pogues, Fiesta (Live)

I am Francisco Vasquez Garcia
I am welcome to Almeria
We have sin gas and con leche
We have fiesta and feria
We have the song of the cochona
We have brandy and half corona
And Leonardo and his accordione
And kalamari and macaroni
Come all you rambling boys of pleasure
And ladies of easy leisure
We must say Adios! until we see
Almeria once again
There is a minstrel, there you see,
And he stoppeth one in three
He whispers in this one's ear
"Will you kindly kill that doll for me"
Now he has won cochona in the bingo
All the town has watched this crazy gringo
As he pulls off the dolls head laughing
And miraldo! throws its body in the sea
El veinticinco de agosto
Abrio sus ojos Jaime Fearnley
Para el bebe cinquante cincampari
Y se tendio para cerrarlos
Y Costello el rey del America
Y suntuosa Cait O'Riordan
Nor vompere mis calliones
Los gritos fuera de las casas

Top Pogues, Down In The Ground Where The Dead Men Go

Hello boys I've been away on a bit of a holiday
To the land where the rivers freely flow
And the cattle roam on the wild callagh
Walking home three parts pissed
I fell and rolled in the morning mist
I fell and tumbled in the hungry grass
That tells the tale of a terrible past
I screamed and rolled and dreamt I fell
Down in the depths of a freezing hell
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Gonna wrap me up and take me away
Four million people starved to death
Could smell the curse on their dying breath
Where no one ever wants to go
Down in the ground where the dead men go
Down in the ground where the dead men go
Down in the ground where the dead men go
Down in the ground where the dead men go
To hell which is circular all around
Down in the belly of the big cold ground
The moving shadows were everywhere
The very trees seemed to bend and stare
I remembered the dunes on a sligo shore
Ran and screamed 'til I could run no more
Over the hill and across the moor
I ran in the house and slammed the door
Just what the hell's that over there
A putrefying corpse sitting in that chair
One place I don't want to go
Down in the ground where the dead men go
Down in the ground where the dead men go
Down in the ground where the dead men go
Down in the ground where the dead men go
Been drunk as a skunk since I've been home
From bar to bar like a ghost I roamed
I can't forget those things I saw
Been down with the devil in the dalling [? ]
One place I don't want to go
Down in the ground where the dead men go
Down in the ground where the dead men go
Down in the ground where the dead men go
Down in the ground where the dead men go
Down in the ground where the dead men go
Down in the ground where the dead men go
Down in the ground where the dead men go
Down in the ground where the dead men go
Down in the ground where the dead men go

Top Pogues, Down All the Days

Christy Brown
A clown around town
Now man of renown
From Dingle to Down
I can type with me toes
Suck stout through me nose
And where it's gonna end
God only knows
Down all the days
The tap-tap-tapping of the typewriter pays
The gentle rattling of the drays
Down all the days
I have often had to depend upon
The kindness of strangers
But I've never been asked and I never replied
If I supported the Glasgow Rangers
And down all the days
The tap-tap-tapping of the typewriter pays
The gentle rattling of the drays
Down all the days
Down all the days
The tap-tap-tapping of the typewriter pays
The gentle rattling of the drays

Top Pogues, London You're a Lady

Ah London you're a lady
Laid out before my eyes
Your heart of gold it pulses
Between your scarred up thighs
Your eyes are full of sadness
Red busses skirt your hem
Your head-dress is a ring of lights
But I would not follow them
Your architects were madmen
Your builders sane but drunk
Among your faded jewels
Shine acid house and punk
You are a scarlet lady
Your streets run red with blood
Oh my darling they have used you
And covered you with mud
It was deep down in your womb my love
I drank my quart of sin
While chinamen played cards and draughts
And knocked back mickey finns
Your piss is like a river
Its scent is beer and gin
Your hell is in the summer
And you blossom in the spring
September is your purgatory
Christmas is your heaven
And when the stinking streets of summer
Are washed away by rain
At the dark end of a lonely street
That's where you lose your pain
'Tis then your eyes light up my love

Top Pogues, LONDON GIRL

The devil moon took me through the alley
Down by the Kardomah and the Centrale
To the Mews running through the backstreets
Where the Blacks sold fire and sleep
The devil moon took me out of Soho
Up to Camden where the cold north winds blow
Sucked along by a winter shower
To stand beside your shining tower
This could be our final dance
This could be our very last chance
Just the sound of your voice
Wherever I may be changes everything
And then the world's right with me
You're my London girl
The way that you walk
You're my london girl
The way that you talk
Just the sound of your voice
And I ain't got no choice
The light was goinbg out, the moon was dying
The night was turning to a fine Spring morning
The dogs were barking and the kids were shouting
The sun was splashing in a crystal fountain
When the cold winds come to find you
Blowing down from the top of the high rise
I'll come and take you back down to Soho
Away from all those mad men's eyes
This could be our final dance
This could be our very last chance
And if you cut me
Don't you think I feel
Is this body made of clay
Is this heart made of steel
You're my London girl
The way that you walk
You're my London girl
The way that you talk
Just the sound of your voice
I ain't got no choice
This could be our final dance
This could be our very last chance
And if you cut me
Don't you think I feel
Is this body made of clay
Is this heart made of steel
You're my London girl
The way that you walk
You're my London girl
The way that you talk
Just the sound of your voice
I ain't got no choice

Top Pogues, Lorelei

You told me tales of love and glory
Same old sad songs, same old story
The sirens sing no lullaby
And no-one knows but Lorelei
By castles out of fairytales
Timbers shivered where once there sailed
The lovesick men who caught her eye
And no-one knew but Lorelei
River, river have mercy
Take me down to the sea
For if I perish on these rocks
My love no more I'll see
I've thought of you in far-off places
I've puzzled over lipstick traces
So help me God, I will not cry
And then I think of Lorelei
I travel far and wander wide
No photograph of you beside me
Ol' man River's not so shy
And he remembers Lorelei
River, river have mercy
Take me down to the sea
For if I perish on these rocks
My love no more I'll see
If I should float upon this stream
And see you in my madman's dream
I'd sink into your troubled eyes
And none would know 'cept Lorelei
River, river have mercy
Take me down to the sea
For if I perish on these rocks
My love no more I'll see
But if my ship, which sails tomorrow
Should crash against these rocks,
My sorrows I will drown before I die

Top Pogues, Lorca's Novena

Ignacio lay dying in the sand
A single red rose clutched in a dying hand
The women wept to see their hero die
And the big black birds gathered in the sky
Mother of all our joys, mother of all our sorrows
Intercede with him tonight
For all of our tomorrows
The years went by and then the killers came
And took the men and marched them up the hill of pain
And Lorca the faggot poet they left till last
Blew his brains out with a pistol up his arse
Mother of all our joys, mother of all our sorrows
Intercede with him tonight
For all of our tomorrows
The killers came to mutilate the dead
But ran away in terror to search the town instead
But Lorca's corpse, as he had prophesied, just walked away
And the only sound was the women in the chapel praying
Mother of all our joys, mother of all our sorrows
Intercede with him tonight
For all of our tomorrows

Top Pogues, Lullaby Of London

As I walked down by the riverside
One evening in the spring
Heard a long gone song from days gone by
Blown in on the great north wind
Though there is no lonesome corncrake's cry
Of sorrow and delight
You can hear the cars and the shouts from bars
And the laughter and the fights
May the ghosts that howled round the house at night
Never keep you from your sleep
May they all sleep tight down in hell tonight
Or wherever they may be
As I walked on with a heavy heart
Then a stone danced on the tide
And the song went on though the lights were gone
And the north wind gently sighed
And an evening breeze coming from the east
That kissed the riverside
So I pray now child that you sleep tonight
When you hear this lullaby
Well the wind that blows from haunted graves
Never bring you misery
May the angels bright watch you tonight

Top Pogues, Love You 'Till The End

I just want to see you
When you're all alone
I just want to catch you if I can
I just want to be there
When the morning light explodes
On your face it radiates, I can't escape
I love you 'till the end
I just want to tell you nothing
You don't want to hear
All I want is for you to say
Oh why don't you just take me
Where I've never been before
I know you want to hear me, catch my breath
I love you 'till the end
I love you 'till the end
I love you 'till the end
I love you 'till the end
I just want to be there
When we're caught in the rain
I just want to see you laugh not cry
I just want to feel you
When the night puts on its cloak
I'm lost for words don't tell me
'Cause all I can say
I love you 'till the end
I love you 'till the end
I love you 'till the end

Top Pogues, Maidrin Rua

instrumental

Top Pogues, Lullaby Of London (Live)

As I walked down by the riverside
One evening in the spring
Heard a long gone song
From days gone by
Blown in on the great North wind
Though there is no lonesome corncrake's cry
Of sorrow and delight
You can hear the cars
And the shouts from bars
And the laughter and the fights
May the ghosts that howled
Round the house at night
Never keep you from your sleep
May they all sleep tight
Down in hell tonight
Or wherever they may be
As I walked on with a heavy heart
Then a stone danced on the tide
And the song went on
Though the lights were gone
And the North wind gently sighed
And an evening breeze coming from the East
That kissed the riverside
So I pray now child that you sleep tonight
When you hear this lullaby
May the wind that blows from haunted graves
Never bring you misery
May the angels bright
Watch you tonight
And keep you while you sleep

Top Pogues, Yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah,yeah

I loved you baby since we were at school
I didn't show it, I was a fool
You were burning I was cold as ice
And baby now I realise
Oh yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh
I gave you misery, I gave you lies
And if I hurt you, I apologize
I love your lips and I love your eyes
I love your breasts, I love your thighs
Oh yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh
Now all that I can do is hope and pray
That you'll forgive me before it's too late
There's only one thing I can say to you
You know I love you, you know it's true
Oh yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh
Wooo-oooh-oooh-oooh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Top Pogues, Living In A World Without Her

My girl could break my heart
And tear my soul apart
Couldn't see myself living in a world
Without her
She's a tear, she's a scream
Takes me high but my worst dream
Could I survive living in a world
Without her?
My mommy said open the door
I didn't want to be that boy
All my friends told me I'd pull through
But all that's said and all that's done
Won't persuade me that I'm wrong
I know I'd die living in a world
Without her
All my hopes and all my dreams
Rest with her or so it seems
I never want to see the world
Without her
She's a saint, she's a clown
Picks me up when I'm down
There'd be so much missing from the world
Without her
Tangled up in falling vines
She took my hand, I know she's mine
Pickin' up the pieces of the past
Well, I awoke before the dawn
Dreamed we'd fought and she had gone
Now I know how it feels
Without her
An empty club, when we first met
Sharing our last cigarette
How could I have lived in a world
Without her
The sweetest girl I ever had
She's the best, she must be mad
There's no way I living in a world
Without her
We walked four miles to get back home
Through the crowds we walked alone
She told me all about her last stand
The sun came up and lit the scene
She looked so fine, so I see
There's no way I'm living in a world
Without her
There ain't no way I am living in a world
Without her
There's just no way I am living in a world

Top Pogues, Jack's Heroes

They wear green
And they are beautiful
And their hearts are filled with love
They're as pure as any lily
And as gentle as a dove
They'll sing and cheer in harmony
Till their throats are cracked and sore
But there is no doubt
You'll hear them shout
When Jackie's heroes score
Too-ra-loo, too-ra-loo
And we'll follow Jack's heroes
Whatever they do
They'll come from Dublin
And from Cork, from dear old Donegal
From London, Boston, and New York
From anywhere at all
From Parramatta to Fermoy
Strabane to Skibereen
And will the shout go up
When the World Cup
Is raised on Stephens Green
(Yes, it will)
Too-ra-loo, too-ra-loo
And we'll follow Jack's heroes
Whatever they do
Too-ra-loo, too-ra-loo
And we'll follow Jack's heroes
Whatever they do
Too-ra-loo, too-ra-loo
And we'll follow Jack's heroes
Whatever they do
And when we're there in Italy
On Sardinia's sunny shore
We'll be the boys you'll want to see
The boys you'll all adore
We'll play like perfect gentlemen
To win, to lose, to draw
For we're here to take the World Cup
To Paddy's shamrock shore
Too-ra-loo, too-ra-loo
And we'll follow Jack's heroes
Whatever they do
Too-ra-loo, too-ra-loo
And we'll follow Jack's heroes
Whatever they do
Too-ra-loo, too-ra-loo
And we'll follow Jack's heroes
Whatever they do
Too-ra-loo, too-ra-loo
And we'll follow Jack's heroes
Whatever they do
Too-ra-loo, too-ra-loo
And we'll follow Jack's heroes
Whatever they do

Top Pogues, I'm A Man You Don't Meet Every Day

[The Pogues' Version]
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Oh my name is Jock Stewart
I'm a canny gun man
And a roving young fellow I've been
So be easy and free
when you're drinking with me
I'm a man you don't meet every day
I have acres of land
I have men at command
I have always a shilling to spare
So be easy and free
when you're drinking with me
I'm a man you don't meet every day
So come fill up your glasses
of brandy and wine
Whatever it costs I will pay
So be easy and free
when you're drinking with me
I'm a man you don't meet every day
Well I took out my dog
and him I did shoot
All down in the county Kildare
So be easy and free
when you're drinking with me
I'm a man you don't meet every day
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These are the lyrics as they appear on the Rum, Sodomy, & The Lash insert.
[Jock Stewart]
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Now, my name is Jock Stewart
I'm a canny gaun man,
And a roving young fellow, I've been.
So be easy and free
When you're drinkin wi' me.
I'm a man you don't meet every day.
I have acres of land;
I have men at command;
I have always a shilling to spare.
Now, I took out my gun,
With my dog I did shoot,
All down by the River Kildare
I'm a piper by trade
And a roving young blade
And many a tune I do play
Let us catch well the hours
And the minutes that fly
And we'll share them together this day
So, come fill up your glasses
Of brandy and wine,
And whatever the cost, I will pay.
The song is an Irish narrative ballad that has been shortened to an Aberdeenshire drinking song. It is essentially Jeannie Robertson's version, slightly modified by Archie Fisher in the third verse so the dog doesn't get shot. It is alternatively claimed by the Singing Stewarts to have been written for Bell's father.

Top Pogues, If I Should Fall From Grace With God

If I should fall from grace with God
Where no doctor can relieve me
If I'm buried 'neath the sand
Where the ANGELS WON'T RECEIVE ME
Let me go, boys
Let me go, boys
Let me go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry
This land was always ours
Was the proud land of our fathers
It belongs to us and them
Not to any of the others
Let them go, boys
Let them go, boys
Let them go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry
Bury me at sea
Where no murdered ghost can haunt me
If I rock upon the waves
NO CORPSE SHALL LIE UPON ME
It's coming up three, boys
Keeps coming up three, boys
Let them go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry
If I should fall from grace with God
Where no doctor can relieve me
If I'm buried 'neath the sod
Where the ANGELS WON'T RECEIVE ME
Let me go, boys
Let me go, boys
Let me go down in the mud

Top Pogues, If I Should Fall From Grace With God (Live)

If I should fall from grace with God
Where no doctor can relieve me
If I'm buried 'neath the sod
But the angels won't receive me
Let me go, boys
Let me go, boys
Let me go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry
This land was always ours
Was the proud land of our fathers
It belongs to us and them
Not to any of the others
Let them go, boys
Let them go, boys
Let them go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry
Bury me at sea
Where no murdered ghost can haunt me
If I rock upon the waves
Then no corpse can lie upon me
It's coming up three, boys
Keeps coming up three, boys
Let them go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry
If I should fall from grace with God
Where no doctor can relieve me
If I'm buried 'neath the sod
But the angels won't receive me
Let me go, boys
Let me go, boys
Let me go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry

Top Pogues, Jesse James

(The Pogues' Version)
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Jesse James we understand
Has killed many a man
He robbed the Union trains
He stole from the rich
and gave to the poor
He'd a hand and a heart
and a brain
Now Jesse had a wife
Lived a lady all her life
And children they were brave
But history does record
That Bob and Charlie Ford
Have laid poor Jesse in his grave
Well it was on Saturday night
The stars were shining bright
They robbed the Glendale train
And the people they did say
for many miles away
It was those outlays
Frank and Jesse James
Now Jesse had a wife
Lived a lady all her life
And children they were brave
But history does record
That Bob and Charlie Ford
Have laid poor Jesse in his grave
Well it was Bob and Charlie Ford
Those dirty little cowards
I wonder how they feel
For they ate of Jesse's bread
and they slept in Jesse's bed
And they laid poor Jesse in his grave
Now Jesse had a wife
Lived a lady all her life
And children they were brave
But history does record
That Bob and Charlie Ford
Have laid poor Jesse in his grave
Well the people held their breath
When they heard of Jesse's death
They wondered how he came to fall
Well it was Robert Ford in fact
who shot him in the back
While he hung a picture on the wall
These are the lyrics as they appear on the Rum, Sodomy, & The Lash insert.
(Jesse James)
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Jesse James was a boy
who killed many a man
He robbed the Glendale train;
He stole from the rich
and he gave to the poor
He'd a hand and a heart and a brain. Poor Jesse had a wife
to mourn for his life,
Three children,
they were brave;
But that dirty little coward
that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.
It was Robert Ford,
that dirty little coward;
I wonder how he does feel
For he ate of Jesse's bread
and he slept in Jesse's bed
Then laid poor Jesse in his grave.
Poor Jesse had a wife
to mourn for his life,
Three children,
they were brave;
But that dirty little coward
that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.
Jesse was a man,
a friend to the poor
He never would see a man suffer pain,
And with his brother Frank
he robbed the Chicago bank,
And stopped the Glendale train.
Poor Jesse had a wife
to mourn for his life,
Three children,
they were brave;
But that dirty little coward
that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.
lt was his brother Frank
that robbed the Gallatin bank,
And carried the money from the town;
lt was in this very place
that they had a little race,
For they shot Captain Sheets to the ground.
Poor Jesse had a wife
to mourn for his life,
Three children,
they were brave;
But that dirty little coward
that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.
They went to the crossing
not very far from there,
And there they did the same;
With the agent on his knees,
he delivered up the keys
To the outlaws,
Frank and Jesse James.
Poor Jesse had a wife
to mourn for his life,
Three children,
they were brave;
But that dirty little coward
that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.
It was on Saturday night,
Jesse was at home
Talking with his family brave,
Robert Ford came along
like a thief in the night
And laid poor Jesse in his grave.
Poor Jesse had a wife
to mourn for his life,
Three children,
they were brave;
But that dirty little coward
that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.
The people held their breath
when they heard of Jesse's death
And wondered how he ever came to die.
It was one of the gang
called little Robert Ford
He shot poor Jesse on the sly.
Poor Jesse had a wife
to mourn for his life,
Three children,
they were brave;
But that dirty little coward
that shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave.
This song was made by Billy Gashade,
As soon as the news did arrive;
He said there was no man
with the law in his hand

Top Pogues, Haunting

Sit down on that stool hear the cant of a fool
And a strange tale I'll impart to ye
Of a time that I lived at the buff of a hill
'Neath the burial chambers you see
One Saturday night I got up on my bike
To go to a dance in the town
I set off at seven to be there at eleven
No thought of the rain coming down
As I pushed up the hill the rain started to spill
So for shelter I had to resort
Helter skelter I went as downhill I sped
To the trees at the old fairy fort
I pulled up my bike be a tree in the gripe
To find shelter out of the storm
The rain it came down and like stones beat the ground
But it was grand to be dry in that storm
I was dreaming away about better days
When a voice it says dirty ould night
I fell over me bike I got such a fright
When the ghostly voice bid me the night
I jumped up with a start gave the storm not a thought
As the hail beat a rhythm on me
And I stared at the tree that had spoken to me
Not a body was there I could see
The voice I had heard not another word said
As the hair on the head stood on me
And I said an ";Our Father"; as I peddled much faster
Away from that ghost haunted tree
For weeks and weeks after with nerves a disaster
Nowhere near that road would I go
And from dusk through the night I would shake with the fright
Of the tree that had haunted me so
Now whenever I go to a dance in the town
I make sure not to stop on the way
To be there for eleven I still leave at seven
But I go by a different way

Top Pogues, Hell's Ditch

I've been loving you a long time
Down all the years, down all the days
And I've cried for all your troubles
Smiled at your funny little ways
We watched our friends grow up together
And we saw them as they fell
Some of them fell into Heaven
Some of them fell into Hell
I took shelter from a shower
And I stepped into your arms
On a rainy night in Soho
The wind was whistling all its charms
I sang you all my sorrows
You told me all your joys
Whatever happened to that old song
To all those little girls and boys
Sometimes I wake up in the morning
The ginger lady by my bed
Covered in a cloak of silence
I hear you talking in my head
I'm not singing for the future
I'm not dreaming of the past
I'm not talking of the first time
I never think about the last
Now, the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
Still there's a light I hold before me
You're the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams

Top Pogues, House Of The Gods

Finally found a place they could never reach
Sipping singha beer on Pattaya Beach
Singha beer don't ask no questions
Singha beer don't tell no lies
Singha beer don't ask no questions
Singha beer don't tell no lies
There's a guy next to me won't tell me his name
Buy's me mekong whiskey just the same
Singha beer don't ask no questions
Singha beer don't tell no lies
Singha beer don't ask no questions
Singha beer don't tell no lies
I'm just a wally
Hanging out on Pattaya Beach
I'm just a wally
Hanging out on Pattaya Beach
Met a girl said she's really going to blow my mind
She say's she don't mean sex and I say alright
Turns out she's a bloke, tries to give me head
I have to run out screaming to the street instead
She's just a wally
Hanging out on Pattaya Beach
I'm just a wally
Hanging out on Pattaya Beach
Singha beer don't ask no questions
Singha beer don't tell no lies...
In the house of the gods
Where no mongrels preach
I watched the sun going down
On Pattaya Beach
I'm just a wally
Hanging out on Pattaya Beach
I'm just a wall
Hanging out on Pattaya Beach

Top Pogues, How Come?

How come when I got the ace of hearts
You always draw the ace of spades
How's it when your best friend
Brings you lilies on your birthday
How come, yeah, how come
Well, I ain't superstitious but well these things I see
How come, how come
I ain't superstitious but it worries me
How come when your local clergy calls
He tells me that you shouldn't wear black
What kind of bread are you going to bake
With that hemlock in your spice rack
How come, yeah, how come
Well, I ain't superstitious but well these things I see
How come, yeah, how come
I ain't superstitious but it worries me, yeah
The spider's run, the cobweb's gone
Did you eat it when the moon was new?
I drowned your cat, what do you say about that?
I've even broken up your broom
How come, yeah, how come
Well, I ain't superstitious, but well these things I see
How come, yeah, how come
I ain't a superstitious fella but it worries me
Well, how come, yeah, how come
Well, I ain't superstitious but these things I see
How come, yeah, how come
I ain't a superstitious fella but it worries me
Well how come, yeah, how come
Well, I ain't superstitious but these things I see
How come, yeah, how come

Top Pogues, Greenland Whale Fisheries

(The Pogues' Version)
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In eighteen hundred and forty-six
And of March the eighteenth day,
We hoisted our colors to the top of the mast
And for Greenland sailed away, brave boys,
And for Greenland sailed away.
The lookout in the crosstrees stood
With spyglass in his hand;
There's a whale, there's a whale,
And a whalefish he cried
And she blows at every span, brave boys
She blows at every span.
The captain stood on the quarter deck,
The ice was in his eye;
Overhaul, overhaul! Let your gibsheets fall,
And you'll put your boats to sea, brave boys
And you'll put your boats to sea.
Our harpoon struck and the line played out,
With a single flourish of his tail,
He capsized the boat and we lost five men,
And we did not catch the whale, brave boys,
And we did not catch the whale.
The losing of those five jolly men,
It grieved the captain sore,
But the losing of that fine whalefish
Now it grieved him ten times more, brave boys
Now it grieved him ten times more.
Oh Greenland is a barren land
A land that bares no green
Where there's ice and snow, and the whalefishes blow
And the daylight's seldom seen, brave boys
And the daylight's seldom seen.
(Greenland Fisheries)
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'Twas in eighteen hundred and fifty-three
And of June the thirteenth day,
That our gallant ship her anchor weighed,
And for Greenland bore away, brave boys,
And for Greenland bore away.
The lookout in the crosstrees stood
With spyglass in his hand;
There's a whale, there's a whale,
there's whalefish he cried
And she blows at every span, brave boys
She blows at every span.
The captain stood on the quarter deck,
And a fine little man was he;
Overhaul, overhaul! Let your davit tackles fall,
And launch your boats for sea, brave boys
And launch your boats for sea.
Now the boats were launched and the men aboard,
And the whale was full in view.
Resolved was each seaman bold
To steer where the whalefish blew, brave boys
To steer where the whalefish blew.
We stuck the whale the line paid out,
But she gave a flourish with her tail,
The boat capsized and four men were drowned,
And we never caught that whale, brave boys,
And we never caught that whale.
To lose the whale, our captain said,
It grieves my heart full sore,
But oh! to lose (those) four gallant men
It grieves me ten times more, brave boys
It grieves me ten times more.
The winter star doth now appear,
So, boys we'll anchor weight;
It's time to leave this cold country
And homeward bear away, brave boys
And homeward bear away.
Oh Greenland is a dreadful place
A land that's never green
Where there's ice and snow, and the whalefishes blow
and the daylight's seldom seen brave boys

Top Pogues, Gridlock

The lyrics are as follows. ".../.../.../..." That's it. It's an
instrumental.

Top Pogues, My Baby's Gone

You got to weep
You got to wail
You got to drag yourself on hands and knees bleeding
Another mile along the trail
You got to laugh in the face of the devil
When he's hanging on to your shirt tail
You got to hold down the lid of the coffin
And hammer in the last nail
My baby's gone so far away
She's never coming back to me
You got to live
You got to learn
How to find your way to the end of the night
When there's nowhere left to turn
How to keep the last embers of the fire alight
When there's nothing left to burn
How to say goodbye to the ashes that fly
From the cheap metal urn
My baby's gone so far away
She's never coming back to me
She said go to sleep
You got to save
Your anger and rage for the living
'Cuase they're no damn good in the grave
And don't waste your time in forgiving
The ones who just don't know how to behave
There's heaven and hell in the world that you live in
But I'm in a different place
My baby's gone so far away

Top Pogues, Navigator

The canals and the bridges, the embankments and cuts,
They blasted and dug with their sweat and their guts
They never drank water but whiskey by pints
And the shanty towns rang with their songs and their fights.
Navigator, navigator rise up and be strong
The morning is here and there's work to be done.
Take your pick and your shovel and the bold dynamite
For to shift a few tons of this earthly delight
Yes to shift a few tons of this earthly delight.
They died in their hundreds with no sign to mark where
Save the brass in the pocket of the entrepreneur.
By landslide and rockblast they got buried so deep
That in death if not life they'll have peace while they sleep.
Navigator, navigator rise up and be strong
The morning is here and there's work to be done.
Take your pick and your shovel and the bold dynamite
For to shift a few tons of this earthly delight
Yes to shift a few tons of this earthly delight.
Their mark on this land is still seen and still laid
The way for a commerce where vast fortunes were made
The supply of an empire where the sun never set
Which is now deep in darkness, but the railway's there yet.
Navigator, navigator rise up and be strong
The morning is here and there's work to be done.
Take your pick and your shovel and the bold dynamite
For to shift a few tons of this earthly delight

Top Pogues, Misty Morning, Albert Bridge

I dreamt we were standing
By the banks of the thames
Where the cold grey waters ripple
In the misty morning light
Held a match to your cigarette
Watched the smoke curl in the mist
Your eyes, blue as the ocean between us
Smiling at me
I awoke alone and lonely
In a faraway place
The sun fell cold upon my face
The cracks in the ceiling spelt hell
Turned to the wall
Pulled the sheets around my head
Tried to sleep, and dream my way
Back to you again
Count the days
Slowly passing by
Step on a plane
And fly away
I'll see you then
As the dawnbirds sing
On a cold and misty morning

Top Pogues, Modern World

Mary's selling flowers
On a stall in EC1
Tonight she'll be out looking for some fun
Her mate Gerry's in the basement
He hasn't got a home
But prides himself that he's got most things done
Meanwhile I'm up on the roof
Waiting for the sun to shine
I haven't got an excuse
So I'll just keep my head down
David's in the city
He's just made a deal
And the boys they want to take his trousers down
So they buy some little pills
Which will make poor David ill
And the find themselves in some club downtown
Meanwhile I got off the roof
'Cos the rain keeps pouring down
And I haven't got a clue
Why there's faith in all these clowns
This is the modern world...
Jim and Jane hit the grapevine
'Cos they're looking for a party
A secret number knows where it can be found
So they pick up Pete and Sheila
And they head down the M40
But someone said they closed the country down
Meanwhile I've locked myself in the kitchen
Waiting for the storm to pass
And if there's too much damage
I think I'll get the fuck out fast
This is the modern world...

Top Pogues, Oretown

The night stank of diesel
And a stranger came to town
A cold wind blowing
And the rain pouring down
Street lights flicker
And the power lines moan
The moon beat down
On a river of bone
Someone put the lights out
No one make a sound
You won't find a thing
Down in Oretown
Foundry spits fire and smoke
Air's foul and choking
Sky full of sulphur
Mountains flat and broken
Black fogs and whirlwinds
Thunder and rain
Open drink madness
And purple mad pain
The circus is over
Exit the clowns
Nobody's laughing
Down in Oretown
The ship's in the harbour
Cargo's been pawned
Barrooms spilling sailors
All shipwrecked at dawn
Smelling of salt and rust
Uniforms torn
Came looking for flowers
Only found thorns
Dreaming of mermaids
In pearly white gowns
tain is sleeping
Down in Oretown
There's a madman down on mainstreet
Eyes all aflame
Laughing in the thunder
Of the Number 9 train
Selling old postcards in rusty frames
A thousand views of Oretown
And they all look the same
Dressed up in sandals
And a barbed wire crown
A lot of people loose their minds
Down in Oretown
Lock up the lawman
Let go the thief
Rounding up the grey men
Nail them to a tree
This town was a palace
This town was aglow
Then the sky burned orange
And the iron river flowed
The night stank of diesel
A stranger came to town
The night folded over
Down in Oretown

Top Pogues, Pachinko

I'm walking down Roppongi
The night is hot and smoggy
I drink a little coffee
A sake and a beer
I run into a ginja man
He speaks but I don't understand
He grins at me and takes my hand
And whispers in my ear
I play Deji Pachi
I play Deji Pachi
I play Deji Pachi
In my Pachinko dream
I go Uchi Domi
I go Uchi Domi
I go Uchi Domi
In my Pachinko dream
My senses all asunder
I stand and stare in wonder
There's bright light and there's thunder
In Pachinko land
Well versed in the way of Zen
My pockets lined full of yen
I walk the aisle and back again
And sit at Domo's hand
I play Deji Pachi
I play Deji Pachi
I play Deji Pachi
In my Pachinko dream
I go Uchi Domi
I go Uchi Domi
I go Uchi Domi
In my Pachinko dream
I'm on the lexus fever
My hand tight on the lever
I'm shrieking like a diva
Staring in a trance
Turn the handle to the right
A stream of silver balls in flight
It screams and howls a blaze of light
The earth moves below me
I'm laughing tears of sheer delight
As I go Uchi Domi
I play Deji Pachi
I play Deji Pachi
I play Deji Pachi
In my Pachinko dream
I go Uchi Domi
I go Uchi Domi
I go Uchi Domi
In my Pachinko dream

Top Pogues, Night Train to Lorca

Across the dark and dusty plain
Where scars of old dry rivers run
Night unfolds, a coal black shroud
Across the hard and stony ground
Distant stars shining bright
In the cavern of the night
All is still and silence screams
To the thunder of the Lorca train
Flaming steal swift as wind
Wires hum the rails ring
Smokestack burning fiery sparks
Rise up to the stars
Towns asleep by empty roads
Churches rise from crooked roofs
Cloaked in darkness nothing stirs
Grow smaller darker disappear
See the moon so still and cold
A million stars that shed no warmth
Your nightmares all come out to play
In the silver light
Wait for sunrise in the east
Long shadows crawl across the plain
The ghosts of night will disappear
And lay your fears to rest
Steam hissed up, the hot coals glowed
The furnace blazed, the wheels they rolled
On tracks of iron, straight and cold
The silver moonlight danced
The flames are in the fireman's eye
Orange in the engines glow
Gleaming pistons whirling cranks
Wait for dawn the rooster's crow
See the moon so still and cold
A million stars that shed no warmth
Your nightmares all come out to play
In the silver light
Wait for sunrise in the east
Long shadows crawl across the plain
The ghosts of night will disappear
And lay your fears to rest
See the moon so still and cold
A million stars that shed no warmth
Your nightmares all come out to play
In the silver light
Wait for sunrise in the east
Long shadows crawl across the plain
The ghosts of night will disappear

Top Pogues, Once Upon A Time

The hour's late and the lights are low
I'm walking home just kicking stones
I waited at the deopt you never showed
You missed the last bus hours ago
I remember the first time
I saw you on the street
You looked so pretty my heart skipped a beat
I can't wait any longer but I still feel the heat
I'm down but I'm still on my feet
I walked on down the old fairground
Up from the docks blew a lonely sound
I sat for a while on the cold hard ground
Watched the stars slowly turn as the earth spun around
As the past falls behind up ahead there's a crack
Of light shining bright through the night so black
Like a runaway train rolling down the track
From here there's no turning back
Listen to me baby
Once upon a time
My heart was an ocean
You swam against the tide
The time is past for grieving
My tears have all run dry
I'll leave you with my love
And now I say goodbye
The bottles broke the glasses are cracked
The cards are all dealt and the chips have been stacked
The lamp shades busted and the curtains are torn
The door keeps knocking but there's nobody home
I stood by the road brushed a tear from my eye
Cursed the cars and the rain and the rolling grey sky
I turned around turned my back on that town
And I never looked back again

Top Pogues, Medley (Recruiting Sergeant, Rocky Road To Dublin, Galway Races)

Top Pogues, Metropolis

Hello mate!
ItÂ´s an instrumental, so no lyrics !!!

Top Pogues, Pogue Mahone

Voici une histoire d'un homme cajun
Amadie Adouin etat son nom
Avec sa guitare et avec sa voix
Amadie Adouin etait le roi
In a town separated by railroad tracks
When one side's white the other side must be black
La sueur brulait dans ses yeux
Les blancs ont crie n' arrete pas
Quand Amadie pouvait plus jouer
Il demandait a Celine son mouchoir
Black were the tears Amadie Adouin cried
Tears a white handkerchief just could not hide
Les bois d'Arcadia Ils sont morts
Au fond de la terre Amadie s'endort
Mais si vous voulez ecouter sa voix
Demande aux Ricains de la chercher d'en bas
They ran right over Amadie's vocal cords
Good old boys in a good ol' Model T Ford
Amadie took a walk by the railroad track
To the other side and he won't be coming back
They ran right over Amadie's vocal cords
Those good old boys in a good old Model T Ford
Amadie took a walk by the railroad track
To the other side and he won't be coming back

Top Pogues, Streams of Whiskey - Live In Leysin, Switzerland 1991

Top Pogues, If I Should Fall from Grace With God [Expanded]

Thanks and praises, thanks to Jesus
I bet on the bottle of smoke
I went to hell and to the races
To bet on the bottle of smoke
The day being clear, the sky being bright
He came up on the left like a streak of light
Like a drunken fuck on a Saturday night
Up came the bottle of smoke
Twenty fucking five to one
Me gambling days are done
I bet on a horse called the 'Bottle Of Smoke'
And my horse won
Stewards inquiries, swift and fiery
I had the bottle of smoke
Inquisitions and suppositions
I had the bottle of smoke
Fuck the stewards a trip to Lourdes
Might give the old fuckers the power of sight
Screaming springers and stoppers and call out coppers
But the money still gleams in my hand like a light
Twenty fucking five to one
Me gambling days are done
I bet on a horse called the 'Bottle Of Smoke'
And my horse won
Bookies cursing, cars reversing
I had the bottle of smoke
Glasses steaming, vessels bursting
I had the bottle of smoke
Slip a fifty to the wife
And for each brat a crisp new five
To give me a break on a Saturday night
When I had the bottle of smoke
Twenty fucking five to one
Me gambling days are done
I bet on a horse called the 'Bottle Of Smoke'
And my horse won
Priests and maidens drunk as pagans
They had the bottle of smoke
Sins forgiven and celebrations
They had the bottle of smoke
Fuck the yanks and drink their wives
The moon is clear, the sky is bright
I'm happy as the horse's site
Up came the bottle of smoke
Twenty fucking five to one
Me gambling days are done
I bet on a horse called the 'Bottle Of Smoke'
And my horse won
Come on you bastards
Thanks and praises, thanks to Jesus
I bet on the bottle of smoke
I went to hell and to the races
To bet on the bottle of smoke
The day being clear, the sky being bright
He came up on the left like a streak of light
Like a drunken fuck on a Saturday night
Up came the bottle of smoke
Twenty fucking five to one
Me gambling days are done
I bet on a horse called the 'Bottle Of Smoke'
And my horse won
Twenty fucking five to one
Me gambling days are done
I bet on a horse called the 'Bottle Of Smoke'
And my horse won

Top Pogues, 5 Green Queens And Jean

Top Pogues, Red Roses for Me [Expanded]

Top Pogues, Rum S****y & the Lash

Top Pogues, Sunnyside Of The Street

Seen the carnival at Rome had the women I had the booze
All I can remember now is little kids without no shoes
So I saw that train and I got on it
With a heart full of hate and a lust for vomit
Now I'm walking on the sunny side of the street
Stepped over bodies in Bombay tried to make it to the U.S.A.
Ended up in Nepal up on the roof with nothing at all
And I knew that day I was going to stay
Right where I am, on the sunny side of the street
Been in a palace, been in a jail
I just don't want to be reborn a snail
Just want to spend eternity
Right where I am, on the sunny side of the street
As my mother wept it was then I swore
To take my life as I would a whore
I know I'm better than before, I will not be reconstructed

Top Pogues, Call My Name

World goes down and I'm on my knees
[A sign of hope is not released]
Silent enemies at the dark side gates
[?] and I'm still in your dreams
Chorus:
And I love to see you call my
love the way you make me smile.
love to see you call my way
Yes, I love to see you call my
want the world to make you smile
love to hear you call my name
The sun went down and moon shine go
sheding light on a dead man [?]
The city was asleeping and the carnival began
[?] judges ropes.
2x Chorus
My love [?]
rings on fingers and silver in your hair
and all you were was a dream I had
my imagination stuck me a bit inside.

Top Pogues, Galway Races

(Traditional)
As I went down to Galway Town
To seek for recreation
On the seventeenth of August
Me mind being elevated
There were passengers assembled
With their tickets at the station
And me eyes began to dazzle
And they off to see the races
With me wack fol the do fol
The diddle idle day
There were passengers from Limerick
And passengers from Nenagh
The boys of Connemara
And the Clare unmarried maiden
There were people from Cork City
Who were loyal, true and faithful
Who brought home the Fenian prisoners
From dying in foreign nations
And it's there you'll see the pipers
And the fiddlers competing
And the sporting wheel of fortune
And the four and twenty quarters
And there's others without scruple
Pelting wattles at poor Maggie
And her father well contented
And he gazing at his daughter
And it's there you'll see the jockeys
And they mounted on so stably
The pink, the blue, the orange, and green
The colors of our nation
The time it came for starting
All the horses seemed impatient
Their feet they hardly touched the ground
The speed was so amazing!
There was half a million people there
Of all denominations
The Catholic, the Protestant, the Jew, the Presbyterian
Yet there was no animosity
No matter what persuasion
But failte hospitality

Top Pogues, TOMBSTONE

Top Pogues, Eve Of Destruction

The eastern world, it is exploding
Violence flarin', bullets loadin'
You're old enough to kill, but not for votin'
You don't believe in war, but what's that gun you're
totin'
And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin'
But you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don't believe
We're on the eve
of destruction.
Don't you understand what I'm tryin' to say
Can't you feel the fears I'm feelin' today?
If the button is pushed, there's no runnin' away
There'll be no one to save, with the world in a grave
[Take a look around ya boy, it's bound to scare ya boy]
And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don't believe
We're on the eve
of destruction.
Yeah, my blood's so mad feels like coagulatin'
I'm sitting here just contemplatin'
I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation.
Handful of senators don't pass legislation
And marches alone can't bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin'
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin'
And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don't believe
We're on the eve
of destruction.
Think of all the hate there is in Red China
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama
You may leave here for 4 days in space
But when you return, it's the same old place
The poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace
Hate your next-door neighbor, but don't forget to say
grace
And... tell me over and over and over and over again,
my friend
You don't believe
We're on the eve
Of destruction
Mm, no no, you don't believe
We're on the eve

Top Pogues, The Parting Glass

Of all the money that e'er I spent
I've spent it in good company
And all the harm that ever I did
Alas it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all
Oh, all the comrades that e'er I had
They're sorry for my going away
And all the sweethearts that e'er I had
They'd wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not
I'll gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be with you all
If I had money enough to spend
And leisure to sit awhile
There is a fair maid in the town
That sorely has my heart beguiled
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips
I own she has my heart enthralled
So fill to me the parting glass

Top Pogues, Hot Asphalt

You can talk about the concrete, and the boys who work
the train
The fellas in the hoppers, in the sun, and wind, and
rain
The boys who lay the blacktop, you ought to see them
belt
Workin' on the highway, laying hot asphalt
There were boys from Connemara, County Mayo, and
Kildare
The Sligo pincher kiddies, sure all Ireland was there.
We were working all around the clock, you should have
seen his belt
As we were racing up the highway, laying hot asphalt
Chorus:
We laid it in the hollows, and we laid it in the flats
And if it doesn't last forever, then I swear I'll eat
me hat
I've traveled up and down the world, and sure I never
felt
Any surface that was equal, to the hot asphalt
We spread in the summer, and we laid it nice hot
Two million yards or more of it, we had to roll the lot
The sun was blazing down; until I thought me back would
melt
Working on the Motor highway, laying hot asphalt
Chorus
When you're speeding in your motor car and tearing
through the shires
And the only thing you're hearing is the humming of
your tires
You'll be riding soft and easy, with a road as smooth
as felt
Then don't forget the boys, who lay the hot asphalt

Top Pogues, Just One Of Those Things

As Dorothy Parker once said to her boy friend,
"Fare thee well,"
As Columbus announced when he knew he was bounced,
"It was swell, Isabelle, swell,"
As Abelard said to Heloise,
"Don't forget to drop a line to me, please,"
As Juliet cried in her Romeo's ear,
"Romeo, why not face that fact, dear?"
It was just one of those things,
Just one of those crazy flings,
One of those bells that now and then rings,
Just one of those things.
It was just one of those nights,
Just one of those fabulous flights,
A trip to the moon on gossamer wings,
Just one of those things
If we'd thought a bit
Of the end of it,
When we started painting the town,
We'd have been aware
That our love affair
Was too hot not to cool down.
So goodbye, Dear, and Amen.
Here's hoping we meet now and then,
It was great fun,

Top Pogues, Tosspint

Tosspint rises early
Sprung from a nightmare's claw
Thrice crows the dawn cock
The mist is on the moor
Tosspint cries from croaking gills
Thank God I'm not forsaken
From the hellish depths of sleep
At last I am awaken
Tosspint flushed his kidneys
And rained a golden shower
Pleased to piss a good pot full
He shat upon the hour
Tosspint filled his belly
With tripe and ox's tongue
A sucking pig stuffed with figs
Into his guts he flung
Full belly and the dance is merry
Where hunger reigns no strength obtains
The wheel spins, the gurdy hums
Ring the bells and beat the drum
Tosspint drinks lustily
And pees against the sun
All around the hoary oak
The laughing maidens run
Tosspint warms his codpiece
To the flour adds the yeast
In the field by Tanner's Mill
He plays to two-backed beast
Twist the spigot, close the hole
Stoke the fire and blow the coal
The wheel spins, the gurdy hums
Ring the bells and beat the drum
Full belly and the dance is merry
Where hunger reigns no strength obtains
The wheel spins, the gurdy hums
Ring the bells and beat the drum
Tosspint fell foul of dogma
And slipped into schism
The trial was quick, the sky grew dark
They led him from the prison
Tied him to a stake of oak
Lit a fire of wood and coke
The crowd sang out ";His bacon's smoked!";
The bells rang out ";Tosspint's croaked!";
Tosspint under flaming sky
Walks through the fires of Hell
Where bestial demons threw the damned
Screaming as they fell
Into pits of burning coals
Tosspint throws up his last bowl
And mingled with the soup
His soul
Tosspint rises early
Sprung from a nightmare's claw
Thrice crows the dawn cock
The mist is on the moor
Twist the spigot, close the hole
Stoke the fire and blow the coal
The wheel spins, the gurdy hums
Ring the bells and beat the drum

Top Pogues, SAYONARA

OK, it's time for Sayonara
So long yankee break my heart
Now there's nothing left but sorrow
Even the best friends they must part
I walked into the nearest bar
I sat and gazed across the sea
I wandered lonely on the beach
The waves just whispered misery
She had a red red scarf
Around her neck
Her eyes were green
Her hair was black
Ooh she gave me Mekong Whiskey
Ooh she gave me Hong Kong Flu
Ooh she gave me Mekong Whiskey
Put me on a breeze to Katmandu
(Som-yat-zu, som-yat-zu)
I got new papers in a bordello
With some luckies and my I.D.
My heart was pounding like a hammer
Thai Thai Thai Thai Thai! I am free
She kissed me softly on the lips
She took my hand without a sound
This was our happy ever after

Top Pogues, Sally MacLennane (Live)

Well Jimmy played harmonica in the pub where I was born
He played it from the night time to the peaceful early morn
He soothed the souls of psychos and the men who had the horn
And they all looked very happy in the morning
Now Jimmy didn't like his place in this world of ours
Where the elephant man broke strong men's necks
When he'd had too many Powers
So sad to see the grieving of the people that he's leaving
And he took the road for God knows in the morning
We walked him to the station in the rain
We kissed him as we put him on the train
And we sang him a song of times long gone
Though we knew that we'd be seeing him again
(Far away) sad to say I must be on my way
So buy me beer and whiskey 'cause I'm going far away (far away)
I'd like to think of me returning when I can
To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane
The years passed by the times had changed I grew to be a man
I learned to love the virtues of sweet Sally MacLennane
I took the jeers and drank the beers and crawled back home at dawn
And ended up a barman in the morning
I played the pump and took the hump and watered whiskey down
I talked of whores and horses to the men who drank the brown
I heard them say that Jimmy's making money far away
And some people left for heaven without warning
We walked him to the station in the rain
We kissed him as we put him on the train
And we sang him a song of times long gone
Though we knew that we'd be seeing him again
(Far away) sad to say I must be on my way
So buy me beer and whiskey 'cause I'm going far away (far away)
I'd like to think of me returning when I can
To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane
When Jimmy came back home he was surprised that they were gone
He asked me all the details of the train that they went on
Some people they are scared to croak but Jimmy drank until he choked
And he took the road for heaven in the morning
We walked him to the station in the rain
We kissed him as we put him on the train
And we sang him a song of times long gone
Though we knew that we'd be seeing him again
(Far away) sad to say I must be on my way
So buy me beer and whiskey 'cause I'm going far away (far away)
I'd like to think of me returning when I can
To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane

Top Pogues, Sally MacLennane

Top Pogues, Repeal Of The Licensing Laws (Live)

Instru

Top Pogues, Repeal Of The Licensing Laws

tune

Top Pogues, Rainbow Man

Life turns
Time changes
Lost dreams
Moon changes
Now bush
Now city
Eora home
No city
Irish loss
Same dream
Vinegar Hill
No rhyme
See the Judas man in red
All live in rainbow's dread
Write out
No call
No home
No all
Eyes wide
No steed
Feel dread
No creed
Rainbow man
Eyes cool
No hurt
No fool

Top Pogues, Rain Street (Live)

The church bell rings
An old drunk sings
A young girl hocks her wedding ring
Down on Rain Street
Down the alley the icewagon flew
Picked up a stiff that was turning blue
The local kids were sniffin' glue
Not much else for a kid to do
Down Rain Street
Father McGreer buys an ice cold beer
And a short for Father Loyola
Father Joe's got the clap again
He's drinking Coca-Cola
Down on Rain Street
Bless me Father I have sinned
I got pissed and I got pinned
And God can't help the shape I'm in
Down on Rain Street
There's a Tesco on the sacred ground
Where I pulled her knickers down
While Judas took his measly price
And St Anthony gazed in awe at Christ
Down on Rain Street
I gave my love a goodnight kiss
I tried to take a late night piss
But the toiled moved so again I missed
Down Rain Street
I sat on the floor and watched TV
Thanking Christ for the BBC
A stupid fucking place to be
Down Rain Street
I took my Eileen by the hand
Walk with me was her command
I dreamt we were walking on the strand
Down Rain Street
That night Rain Street went on for miles
That night on Rain Street somebody smiled

Top Pogues, Rain Street

The church bell rings
An old drunk sings
A young girl hocks her wedding ring
Down on Rain Street
Down the alley the icewagon flew
Picked up a stiff that was turning blue
The local kids were sniffin' glue
Not much else for a kid to do
Down Rain Street
Father McGreer buys an ice cold beer
And a short for Father Loyola
Father Joe's got the clap again
He's drinking Coca-Cola
Down on Rain Street
Bless me Father I have sinned
I got pissed and I got pinned
And God can't help the state I'm in
Down on Rain Street
There's a Tesco on the sacred ground
Where I pulled her knickers down
While Judas took his measly price
And St Anthony gazed in awe at Christ
Down on Rain Street
I gave my love a goodnight kiss
I tried to take a late night piss
But the toiled moved so again I missed
Down Rain Street
I sat on the floor and watched TV
Thanking Christ for the BBC
A stupid fucking place to be
Down Rain Street
I took my Eileen by the hand
Walk with me was her command
I dreamt we were walking on the strand
Down Rain Street
That night Rain Street went on for miles

Top Pogues, Poor Paddy

(The Pogues' Version)
-----------------------------------------
In eighteen hundred and forty-one
The corduroy breeches I put on
Me corduroy breeches I put on
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-two
From Hartlepool I moved to Crewe
Found myself a job to do
A working on the railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches
Digging ditches, pulling switches
Dodging pitches, as I was
Working on the Railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-three
I broke the shovel across me knee
I went to work for the company
On the Leeds to Selby railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches
Digging ditches, pulling switches
Dodging pitches, as I was
Working on the Railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-four
I landed on the Liverpool shore
My belly was empty me hands were raw
With working on the railway, the railway
I'm sick to my guts of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-five
When Daniel O'Connell he was alive
When Daniel O'Connell he was alive
And working on the railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches
Digging ditches, pulling switches
Dodging pitches, as I was
Working on the Railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-six
I changed my trade to carrying bricks
I changed my trade to carrying bricks
To work upon the railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches
Digging ditches, pulling switches
Dodging pitches, as I was
Working on the Railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-seven
Poor Paddy was thinking of going to Heaven
The old bugger was thinking of going to Heaven
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm sick to my death of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
I was wearing corduroy breeches
Digging ditches, pulling switches
Dodging pitches, as I was
Working on the Railway
(Paddy Works on the Railway)
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In eighteen hundred and forty-one
My corduroy breeches I put on
My corduroy breeches I put on
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-two
I didn't know what I should do
I didn't know what I should do
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-three
I sailed away across the sea
I sailed away across the sea
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-four
I landed on Columbia's shore
I landed on Columbia's shore
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-five
When Daniel O'Connell he was alive
When Daniel O'Connell he was alive
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-six
I made my trade to carrying bricks
I made my trade to carrying bricks
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-seven
Poor Paddy was thinking of going to Heaven
Poor Paddy was thinking of going to Heaven
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway
Poor Paddy works on the railway
In eighteen hundred and forty-eight
I learned to drink my whiskey straight
I learned to drink my whiskey straight
To work upon the railway, the railway
I'm weary of the railway

Top Pogues, Thousands Are Sailing (Live)

The island it is silent now
But the ghosts still haunt the waves
And the torch lights up a famished man
Who fortune could not save
Did you work upon the railroad
Did you rid the streets of crime
Were your dollars from the white house
Were they from the five and dime
Did the old songs taunt or cheer you
And did they still make you cry
Did you count the months and years
Or did your teardrops quickly dry
Ah, no, says he, 'twas not to be
On a coffin ship I came here
And I never even got so far
That they could change my name
Thousands are sailing
Across the western ocean
To a land of opportunity
That some of them will never see
Fortune prevailing
Across the western ocean
Their bellies full
Their spirits free
They'll break the chains of poverty
And they'll dance
In Manhattan's desert twilight
In the death of afternoon
We stepped hand in hand on Broadway
Like the first man on the moon
And "The Blackbird" broke the silence
As you whistled it so sweet
And in Brendan Behan's footsteps
I danced up and down the street
Then we said goodnight to Broadway
Giving it our best regards
Tipped our hats to Mister Cohen
Dear old Times Square's favorite bard
Then we raised a glass to JFK
And a dozen more besides
When I got back to my empty room
I suppose I must have cried
Thousands are sailing
Again across the ocean
Where the hand of opportunity
Draws tickets in a lottery
Postcards we're mailing
Of sky-blue skies and oceans
From rooms the daylight never sees
Where lights don't glow on Christmas trees
But we dance to the music
And we dance
Thousands are sailing
Across the western ocean
Where the hand of opportunity
Draws tickets in a lottery
Where e'er we go, we celebrate
The land that makes us refugees
From fear of Priests with empty plates
From guilt and weeping effigies
And we dance

Top Pogues, A Pair Of Brown Eyes (Live)

One summer evening drunk to hell
I stood there nearly lifeless
An old man in the corner sang
Where the water lilies grow
And on the jukebox Johnny sang
About a thing called love
And it's how are you kid and what's your name
And how would you bloody know?
In blood and death 'neath a screaming sky
I lay down on the ground
And the arms and legs of other men
Were scattered all around
Some cursed, some prayed, some prayed then cursed
Then prayed and bled some more
And the only thing that I could see
Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me
But when we got back, labeled parts one to three
There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me
And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go
For a pair of brown eyes
I looked at him he looked at me
All I could do was hate him
While Ray and Philomena sang
Of my elusive dream
I saw the streams, the rolling hills
Where his brown eyes were waiting
And I thought about a pair of brown eyes
What waited once for me
So drunk to hell I left the place
Sometimes crawling sometimes walking
A hungry sound came across the breeze
So I gave the walls a talking
And I heard the sounds of long ago
From the old canal
And the birds were whistling in the trees
Where the wind was gently laughing
And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go
For a pair of brown eyes

Top Pogues, Mother Mo Chroi

It was 1962 and I was
two years out of school
When I got on board a boat
That was bound for Liverpool
The day we sailed away
I remember it so well
Took one look at the North Wall
And bid a fond farewell
It's a hard thing to leave the land
of your childhood
Touched by the rivers
And kissed by the sea
The places you played
with your childhood companions
To leave dear old Ireland and
Mother Mo Chroi
Though I'm going far away
And I may never return here
There is always one thing
that I'll keep within me
Deep in my heart a furious devotion
The love of old Ireland
And Mother Mo Chroi
At the top of Pentonville Road
I saw the sun setting
The town laid out before me
Looked beautiful to me
Away from all the sighing
The suffering and dying
I dreamed of the future
The young and the free
But the years they go by quickly
Now I know I can't remain here
Where each day brings me closer
To that final misery
My kids will never scrape shit round here
And I won't die crying in a pint of beer
I'm going back to Ireland

Top Pogues, The Irish Rover (Live)

On the 4th of July, eighteen hundred and six
We set sail from the cold bay of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand city hall in New York
She was a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore and aft
And oh, how the wild winds drove her
She had several blasts, she had 27 masts
And we called her the Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
We had four million barrels of bones.
We had five million hogs, we had six million dogs
And seven million Celtic supporters
We had eight million bails of old nanny goats' tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover
There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Charlie McGurk who was scared stiff of work
And a man from Westmeathe called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And Fightin' Bill Tracy from Dover
And your man Mick McCann
From the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
Bridge:
We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
And the ship lost its way in the fog (great fog!)
And the whale of a crew was reduced down to two
Just myself and the Captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock, oh Lord what a shock
The bulkhead turned right over
Turned nine times around, and the poor old dog was drowned
And I'm the last of the Irish Rover

Top Pogues, The Irish Rover (featuring The Dubliners)

Top Pogues, The Sick Bed Of Cuchulainn (Live)

McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands
You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands
When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got syph down in Cologne
And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone
Frank Ryan brought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid
And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was cursing all the Yids
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair
And in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout
But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out
They took you out into the street and kicked you in the brains
So you walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair
You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl
There was lousy drunken bastards singing Billy is in the bowl
They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch
So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church
Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks
And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box
Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground
But you'll stick your head back out and shout "we'll have another round"
At the graveside of Cuchulainn we'll kneel around and pray
And God is in His heaven, and Billy's down by the bay

Top Pogues, The Sick Bed Of Cuchulainn

McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands
You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands
When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got syph down in Cologne
And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone
Frank Ryan brought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid
And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was cursing all the Yids
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair
And in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout
But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out
They took you out into the street and kicked you in the brains
So you walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair
You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl
There was lousy drunken bastards singing Billy is in the bowl
They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch
So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church
Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks
And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box
Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground
But you'll stick your head back out and shout ";we'll have another round";
At the graveside of Cuchulainn we'll kneel around and pray
And God is in His heaven, and Billy's down by the bay

Top Pogues, The Old Main Drag (Live)

When I first came to London I was only sixteen
With a fiver in my pocket and my ole dancing bag
I went down to the dilly to check out the scene
And I soon ended up on the old main drag
There the he-males and the she-males paraded in style
And the old man with the money would flash you a smile
In the dark of an alley you'd work for a fiver
For a swift one off the wrist down on the old main drag
In the cold winter nights the old town it was chill
But there were boys in the cafes who'd give you cheap pills
If you didn't have the money you'd cajole or you'd beg
There was always lots of tuinol on the old main drag
One evening as I was lying down by Leicester Square
I was picked up by the coppers and kicked in the balls
Between the metal doors at Vine Street I was beaten and mauled
And they ruined my good looks for the old main drag
In the tube station the old ones who were on the way out
Would dribble and vomit and grovel and shout
And the coppers would come along and push them about
And I wished I could escape from the old main drag
And now I'm lying here I've had too much booze
I've been shat on and spat on and raped and abused
I know that I am dying and I wish I could beg
For some money to take me from the old main drag

Top Pogues, The Old Main Drag

When I first came to London, I was only sixteen
With a fiver in my pocket and my ol' dancin' bag
I went down to the dilly to check out the scene
But I soon ended upon the old main drag
There the he-males and the she-males paraded in style
And the old man with the money would flash you a smile
In the dark of an alley you'd work for a five
For a swift one off the wrist down on the old main drag
In the cold winter nights, the old town, it was chill
But there were boys in the cafes who'd give you cheap pills
If you didn't have the money, you'd cajole or you'd beg
There was always lots of tuinol on the old main drag
One evening as I was lyin' down in Leicester Square
I was picked up by the coppers and kicked in the balls
Between the metal doors at Vine Street, I was beaten and mauled
And they ruined my good looks for the old main drag
In the tube station, the old ones who were on the way out
Would dribble and vomit and grovel and shout
And the coppers would come along and push them about
And I wished I could escape from the old main drag
And now I'm lyin' here, I've had too much booze
I've been spat on and shat on and raped and abused
I know that I am dyin' and I wish I could beg

Top Pogues, Thousands Are Sailing

The island it is silent now
But the ghosts still haunt the waves
And the torch lights up a famished man
Who fortune could not save
Did you work upon the railroads?
Did you rid the streets of crime?
Were your dollars from the white house?
Were they from the five and dime?
Did the old songs taunt or cheer you
And did they still make you cry?
Did you count the months and years
Or did your teardrops quickly dry?
"Ah, no", says he, "'twas not to be
On a coffin ship I came here
And I never even got so far
That they could change my name"
Thousands are sailing
Across the western ocean to a land of opportunity
That some of them will never see
Fortune prevailing across the western ocean
Their bellies full, their spirits free
They'll break the chains of poverty and they'll dance
In Manhattan's desert twilight
In the death of afternoon
We stepped hand in hand on Broadway
Like the first man on the moon
And "The Blackbird" broke the silence
As you whistled it so sweet
And in Brendan Behan's footsteps
I danced up and down the street
Then we said goodnight to Broadway
Giving it our best regards
Tipped our hats to Mister Cohan
Dear old Times Square's favorite bard
Then we raised a glass to JFK
And a dozen more besides
When I got back to my empty room
I suppose I must have cried
Thousands are sailing again
Across the ocean where the hand of opportunity
Draws tickets in a lottery, postcards we're mailing
Of sky-blue skies and oceans from rooms the daylight
Never sees where lights don't glow on Christmas trees
But we dance to the music and we dance
Thousands are sailing
Across the western ocean where the hand of opportunity
Draws tickets in a lottery, where e'er we go
We celebrate the land that makes us refugees
From fear of Priests with empty plates

Top Pogues, The Wake Of The Medusa

The guests are stood in silence
They stare and drink their wine
On the wall the canvas hangs
Frozen there in time
They marvel at the beauty
The horror and despair
At the wake of the Medusa
No one shed a tear
Sit my friends and listen
Put your glasses down
Sit my friends and listen
To the voices of the drowned
In the moonlight's ghostly glow
I waken in a dream
Once more upon that raft I stand
Upon a raging sea
In my ears the moans and screams
Of the dying ring
Somewhere in the darkness
The siren softly sings
Out there in the waves she stands
And smiling there she calls
As the lightning cracks the sky
The wind begins to howl
The architects of our doom
Around their tables sit
And in their thrones of power
Condemn those they've cast adrift
Echoes down the city street
Their harpies laughter rings
Waiting for the curtain call
Oblivious in the wings
The casket is empty
Abandon ye all hope
They ran off with the money

Top Pogues, The Sunnyside Of The Street

Seen the carnival at Rome
Had the women I had the booze
All I can remember now
Is little kids without no shoes
So I saw that train
And I got on it
With a heartful of hate
And a lust for vomit
Now I'm walking on the sunnyside of the street
Stepped over bodies in Bombay
Tried to make it to the U.S.A.
Ended up in Nepal
Up on the roof with nothing at all
And I knew that day
I was going to stay
Right where I am, on the sunnyside of the street
Been in a palace, been in a jail
I just don't want to be reborn a snail
Just want to spend eternity
Right where I am, on the sunnyside of the street
As my mother wept it was then I swore
To take my life as I would a whore
I know I'm better than before
I will not be reconstructed
Just wanna stay right here

Top Pogues, The Sun And The Moon

They snakes they can crawl
And the cheetahs they can bawl
And their ghosts can wait for the hereafter
But if you are so proud
As to say that's not allowed
We will get sick and choke ourselves with laughter
And the girlfriends that you knew
To whom you promised to be true
We'll have their sisters
Hanging from the rafters
And every dirty shade will rise rotting from the grave
Tomorrow will be just like the day after
And this bitter desert wind
Will come ripping through your skin
And everything that's calm will turn to madness
And all of your fake tears
Will come whirling down the years
And what was kind and warm will come to sadness
And the sun and the moon
Will come begging at your door
The stars will turn to rust
And drop from the skies
And everybody will soon be asking you for more
And everybody will be telling lies
And the girlfriends that you knew
To whom you promised to be true
We'll have their sisters
Hanging from the rafters
And every dirty shade will rise rotting from the grave
Tomorrow will be just like the day after

Top Pogues, Kitty

Oh Kitty, My Darling, remember
That the doom will be mine if I stay
'Tis far better to part, though it's hard to
Than to rot in their prison away
'Tis far better to part, though it's hard to
Than to rot in their prison away
So softly he kissed her pale lips
'Twas the same story over an o'er
Hush Mavourneen, the Police are watching
And you know that I must go ashore
Hush now Bernie, the Police are watching
And you know that I must go ashore
Any day I'll be over the mountain
There'll be time enough left for to cry
So good night and God gaurd you forever
And write to me once you get by
So good night and God gaurd you forever
And write to me once you get by

Top Pogues, MAGGIE MAY

Wake up, Maggie, I think I got something to say to you.
It's late September, and I really should be back at
school.
I know I keep you amused, but I feel I'm being used.
Oh Maggie, I couldn't have tried any more.
You led me away from home just to save you from being
alone.
You stole my heart, and that's what really hurts.
The morning sun when it's in your face really shows
your age,
But that don't worry me none. In my eyes you're
everything.
I laughed at all of your jokes; my love, you didn't
need to coax.
Oh Maggie, I couldn't have tried any more.
You led me away from home, just to save you from being
alone.
You stole my soul, and that's a pain I can do without.
All I needed was a friend to lend a guiding hand.
But you turned into a lover, and
mother, what a lover! you wore me out!
All you did was wreck my bed
and in the morning kick me in the head.
Oh Maggie, I couldn't have tried anymore.
You led me away from home 'cause you didn't want to be
alone
You stole my heart. I couldn't leave you if I tried.
I suppose I could collect my books and get on back to
school,
Or steal my daddy's cue and make a living out of
playing pool,
Or find myself a rock and roll band that needs a
helpin' hand.
Oh Maggie, I wish I'd never seen your face.
You made a first-class fool out of me,
But I'm as blind as a fool can be.
You stole my heart, but I love you anyway.
Maggie, I wish I'd never seen your face.