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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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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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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DIE BESTEN TRINKER-SONGS (TEIL 7): WHISKEY YOU’RE THE DEVIL – THE POGUES

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DIE BESTEN TRINKER-SONGS

(TEIL 7)

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WHISKEY YOU’RE THE DEVIL

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THE POGUES

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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 whisky in the jar

Oh, whisky you’re the devil
you’re leading me astray
over hills and mountains
and to Amerikay
You’re Sweeter, Stronger, Decenter
You’re spunkier than tea
oh whisky 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 whisky in the jar

Oh, whisky you’re the devil
you’re leading me astray
over hills and mountains
and to Amerikay
You’re Sweeter, Stronger, Decenter
You’re spunkier than tea
oh whisky you’re my darling drunk or sober

Says the old wan 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 whisky in the jar

Oh, whisky you’re the devil
you’re leading me astray
over hills and mountains
and to Amerikay
You’re Sweeter, Stronger, Decenter
You’re spunkier than tea
oh whisky you’re my darling drunk or sober

Oh, whisky 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 whisky you’re my darling drunk or sober

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DIE BESTEN TRINKER-SONGS (TEIL 5): STREAMS OF WHISKEY- THE POGUES

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DIE BESTEN TRINKER-SONGS

(TEIL 5)

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STREAMS OF WHISKEY

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THE POGUES

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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

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