DIE BESTEN TRINKER-SONGS (TEIL 11): MUIRSHIN DURKIN – THE POGUES

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shane39

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DIE BESTEN TRINKER-SONGS

(TEIL 11)

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MUIRSHIN DURKIN

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VON

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THE POGUES

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shane33

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STUDIO 1984:

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In the days I went a courtin‘, I was never tired resortin‘
To an alehouse or a playhouse and many’s the house beside
But I told me brother Seamus, I’d go off and be right famous
And I’d never would return again till I’d roam the world wide
Goodbye Muirsheen Durkin, I’m sick and tired of workin‘
No more, I’ll dig the prates and no longer, I’ll be fooled
As sure as me name is Carney, I’ll be off to Californy
Where instead of diggin‘ prates, I’ll be diggin‘ lumps of gold
I’ve courted girls in Blarney, in Kanturk and in Killarney
In Passage and in Queenstown that is the Cobh of Cork
Goodbye to all this pleasure and I’ll be off to take me leisure
And the next time that you hear from me will be a letter from New York
Goodbye Muirsheen Durkin, oh, I’m sick and tired of workin‘
No more, I’ll dig the prates and no longer, I’ll be fooled
As sure as me name is Carney, I’ll be off to Californy
Where instead of diggin‘ prates, I’ll be diggin‘ lumps of gold
Goodbye to all the girls at home, I’m going far across the foam
To try and make me fortune in far America
There’s gold and jewels in plenty for the poor and for the gentry
And when I return again I never more will say
Goodbye Muirsheen Durkin, sure I’m sick and tired of workin‘
No more, I’ll dig the prates and no longer, I’ll be fooled
As sure as me name is Carney, I’ll be off to Californy
Where instead of diggin‘ prates, I’ll be diggin‘ lumps of gold

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shane44

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DIE BESTEN SONGS DES JIM MORRISON (TEIL 1): THE CRYSTAL SHIP – THE DOORS

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jim1

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DIE BESTEN SONGS DES

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JIM MORRISON

(TEIL 1)

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THE CRYSTAL SHIP

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VON

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THE DOORS

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jim2

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STUDIO 1967:

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Before you slip into unconsciousness
I’d like to have another kiss
Another flashing chance at bliss
Another kiss, another kiss

The days are bright and filled with pain
Enclose me in your gentle rain
The time you ran was too insane
We’ll meet again, we’ll meet again

Oh tell me where your freedom lies
The streets are fields that never die
Deliver me from reasons why
You’d rather cry, I’d rather fly

The crystal ship is being filled
A thousand girls, a thousand thrills
A million ways to spend your time
When we get back, I’ll drop a line

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