CAIT O’RIORDAN: „I’M A MAN YOU DON’T MEET EVERY DAY“ [THE POGUES]

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CAIT O’RIORDAN

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I’M A MAN YOU DON’T MEET EVERY DAY

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VON

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THE POGUES

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LIVE 1985:

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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

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

So come fill up you 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

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FUCK ALL NAZIS! SOPHIE SCHOLL – DIE WEISSE ROSE [MANIACS, THE WHITE ROSE OF RESISTANCE]

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FUCK ALL NAZIS!

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SOPHIE SCHOLL

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DIE WEISSE ROSE

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Sophia Magdalena Scholl (* 9. Mai 1921 in Forchtenberg; † 22. Februar 1943 in München) war eine deutsche Widerstandskämpferin gegen die Diktatur des Nationalsozialismus. Sie wurde aufgrund ihres Engagements in der Widerstandsgruppe Weiße Rose hingerichtet.

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1943 a war shatterd nation ruled by a murder regime
1943 humanity trampled by blood red soldier boots
1943 facists threaten the world but resistance is new
1943 six called the White Rose fight for freedom to death

fires were burning inside their young hearts
the White Rose of resistance
will their sacrifice never be forgotten
the White Rose of resistance
freedom it echoes from hilltops and mountains
the White Rose of resistance
stand for your ideals for what you believe
the White Rose of resistance

take someone’s freedom he’ll grow strong to fight
harder than ever before
take someone’s freedom he’ll be prepared to die
for what he believes
religion you say it paralyses people but many a fighter
he believes in god
will their sacrifice never be forgotten
unite in the name of the rose

fires were burning inside their young hearts…

hangmen, dictators you just kill people
but you’ll never kill the idea
hangmen, dictators tell what to say
but you’ll never tell what to think
spray it on the walls in capital letters
the White Rose it lives on
spray it on the walls all in bright colors
the White Rose it lives on

fires were burning inside their young hearts…

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DIE BESTEN SONGS DES SHANE MACGOWAN (TEIL 4): A PAIR OF BROWN EYES – THE POGUES

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DIE BESTEN SONGS DES

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SHANE MACGOWAN

(TEIL 4)

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A PAIR OF BROWN EYES

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THE POGUES

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One summer evening drunk to hell
I sat 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
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
For a pair of brown eyes

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DIE BESTEN TRINKER-SONGS (TEIL 9): SALLY MACLENNANE – THE POGUES

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DIE BESTEN TRINKER-SONGS

(TEIL 9)

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SALLY MACLENNANE

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THE POGUES

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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 them to the station in the rain
We kissed them as we put him on the train
And we sang them a song of times long gone
Though we knew that we’d be seeing them 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

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