DIE BESTEN SONGS DES SHANE MACGOWAN (TEIL 26): LORCA’S NOVENA – THE POGUES

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DIE BESTEN SONGS DES

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SHANE MACGOWAN

(TEIL 26)

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LORCA’S NOVENA

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VON

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THE POGUES

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STUDIO 1990:

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Ignacio lay dying in the sand
A single red rose clutched in a dying hand
The women wept to see their hero die
And the big black birds gathered in the sky
Mother of all our joys, mother of all our sorrows
Intercede with him tonight
For all of our tomorrows
The years went by and then the killers came
And took the men and marched them up the hill of pain
And Lorca the faggot poet they left till last
Blew his brains out with a pistol up his ass
Mother of all our joys…
The killers came to mutilate the dead
But ran away in terror to search the town instead
But Lorca’s corpse, as he had prophesied, just walked away
And the only sound was the women in the chapel praying
Mother of all our joys…

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DIE BESTEN SONGS DES SHANE MACGOWAN (TEIL 25): HELL’S DITCH – THE POGUES

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DIE BESTEN SONGS DES

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SHANE MACGOWAN

(TEIL 25)

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HELL’S DITCH

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VON

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THE POGUES

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STUDIO 1990:

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Life’s a bitch, then you die
Black Hell
Hell’s ditch – naked howling freedom
The killer’s hands are bound with chains
At six o’clock it starts to rain
He’ll never see the dawn again
Our lady of the flowers

Genet’s feeling Ramon’s dick
The guy in the bunk above gets sick
In the cell next door the lunatic
Starts screaming for his mother

Black dildo, black hell,
As the Spanish cops ridiculed my gel
A mugshot I remember well
Little man how you have suffered

I could hear the screams from up above
If it ain’t a fist it isn’t love
As for our lady she kneels down
Her neck is bent, the blade comes down
Doing! There goes the breakfast bell
Back from heaven, back to hell
Naked howling freedom – Hell’s Ditch

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DIE BESTEN ZITATE DES CHARLES BUKOWSKI (TEIL 172): FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA

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DIE BESTEN ZITATE DES

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CHARLES BUKOWSKI

(TEIL 172)

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FEDERICO GARCIA LORCA

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Spanish playwright and poet Federico Garcia Lorca (1898 - 1936) makes a broadcast for Spanish radio station Union Radio SA, circa 1929. (Photo by Popperfoto/Getty Images)

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„‚Todesangst, immer wieder

Todesangst …‘

ist eine von Lorcas

besten Zeilen.

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Sollte man vielleicht mal

drüber nachdenken,

wenn man

eine Kakerlake zerquetscht

oder mit ’ner

Rasierklinge

hantiert.

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Oder morgens aufwacht

und

in die Sonne

schaut.“

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