DIE BESTEN TRINKER-SONGS (TEIL 13): V.A. ROCKS YOUR LIVER – VERBAL ABUSE

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DIE BESTEN TRINKER-SONGS

(TEIL 13)

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V.A. ROCKS YOUR LIVER

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VERBAL ABUSE

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STUDIO 1986:

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Two kegs of Budweiser sitting on the table,
Handfull of people ready to drink
Got a fifth of Tequilla, gallon of gin,
Now the party’s started so let’s begin

V.A. rocks your liver!

Booze goes down, very few left
Kicking out the jams with all of my friends
Morning’s rolling in, sun coming up,
Now I need some booze in my cup

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DIE BESTEN TRINKER-SONGS (TEIL 10): WAXIE’S DARGLE – THE POGUES

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DIE BESTEN TRINKER-SONGS

(TEIL 10)

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WAXIE’S DARGLE

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VON

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THE POGUES

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STUDIO 1984:

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LIVE 1986:

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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,
„Sure I haven’t got a farthing.
I went down 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’ll you have? I’ll have a pint
I’ll have a pint with you, sir,
And if one of you 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,
„With the price of my aul‘ lad’s braces“
I went down to Capel Street
To the Jewish moneylenders
But they wouldn’t give me a couple of bob on
My aul‘ wan’s lad’s suspenders.

Says my aul‘ wan to your aul‘ wan
„We’ve got no beef nor mutton
But if we go down to Monto town
We’ll get a drink for nuttin'“
Here’s a piece of sound advice
Got from an aul‘ fishmonger:
„When the food is scarce and you see the hearse
Then you’ll know you’ve died of hunger.“

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DIE BESTEN SONGS DES SHANE MACGOWAN (TEIL 14): FAIRYTALE OF NEW YORK – THE POGUES & KRISTY MACCOLL

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DIE BESTEN SONGS DES

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SHANE MACGOWAN

(TEIL 14)

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FAIRYTALE OF NEW YORK

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THE POGUES &

KRISTY MACCOLL

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VIDEO 1988:

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LIVE IN LONDON 2012:

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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 the corner
Then danced through the night

The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing ‚Galway Bay‘
And the bells are ringing
Out for Christmas day

You’re a bum
You’re a punk
You’re an old slut on junk
Living there almost dead
On a drip in that bed

You scum bag
You maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God
It’s our last

The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing ‚Galway Bay‘
And the bells are ringing
Out for Christmas day

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

The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing ‚Galway Bay‘
And the bells are ringing
Out for Christmas day

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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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DIE BESTEN SONGS DES SHANE MACGOWAN (TEIL 3): SAYONARA – THE POGUES

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DIE BESTEN SONGS DES

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SHANE MACGOWAN

(TEIL 3)

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SAYONARA

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THE POGUES

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Okay, it’s time for Sayonara
Go on, Yankee break my heart
There’s nothing left for us to say now
Even the best friends, they must part

I walked into the nearest bar
I sat and looked across the sea 

I wandered drunken down the beach
The waves were whispering misery

She had a red red scarf
Around her neck
Her eyes were green
Her hair was black

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 Kathmandu

I got new papers in a bordello
With some luckies and my ID
My heart was pounding like a hammer
Thai Thai Thai Thai Thai I am free

She kissed me softly on my lips
She took my hand without a sound
This was our happy ‚ever after‘
So motherfucker kiss the ground

She had a red red scarf
Around her neck
Her eyes were green
Her hair was black

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 Kathmandu

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 Kathmandu

Put me on a breeze to Kathmandu
Put me on a breeze to Kathmandu

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