DIE BESTEN SONGS DES SHANE MACGOWAN (TEIL 24): IF I SHOULD FALL FROM GRACE WITH GOD – THE POGUES

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DIE BESTEN SONGS DES

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SHANE MACGOWAN

(TEIL 24)

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IF I SHOULD FALL GROM GRACE WITH GOD

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VON

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THE POGUES

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STUDIO 1988:

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LIVE IN JAPAN 1988:

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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
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
And still 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

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DIE BESTEN SONGS DES SHANE MACGOWAN (TEIL 23): BOTTLE OF SMOKE – THE POGUES

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DIE BESTEN SONGS DES

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SHANE MACGOWAN

(TEIL 23)

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BOTTLE OF SMOKE

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THE POGUES

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STUDIO 1988:

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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
My 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

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DIE BESTEN BALLADEN DES SHANE MACGOWAN (TEIL 7): LULLABY OF LONDON – THE POGUES

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DIE BESTEN BALLADEN DES

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SHANE MACGOWAN

(TEIL 7)

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LULLABY OF LONDON

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THE POGUES

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STUDIO 1988:

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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
Or 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 where ever 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

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DIE BESTEN SONGS DES SHANE MACGOWAN (TEIL 16): TURKISH SONG OF THE DAMNED – THE POGUES

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DIE BESTEN SONGS DES

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SHANE MACGOWAN

(TEIL 16)

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TURKISH SONG OF THE DAMNED

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THE POGUES

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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 a 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

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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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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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