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 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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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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VON

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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 SONGS DES SHANE MACGOWAN (TEIL 22): THE OLD MAIN DRAG – THE POGUES

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DIE BESTEN SONGS DES

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SHANE MACGOWAN

(TEIL 22)

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THE OLD MAIN DRAG

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THE POGUES

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STUDIO 1985:

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When I first came to London I was only sixteen
With a fiver in my pocket and my ole dancing bag
I went down to the dilly to check out the scene
And I soon ended up on the old main drag

There the he-males and the she-males paraded in style
And the old man with the money would flash you a smile
In the dark of an alley you’d work for a fiver
For a swift one off the wrist down on the old main drag

In the cold winter nights the old town it was chill
But there were boys in the cafes who’d give you cheap pills
If you didn’t have the money you’d cajole or you’d beg
There was always lots of tuinol on the old main drag

One evening as I was lying down by Leicester Square
I was picked up by the coppers and kicked in the balls
Between the metal doors at Vine Street I was beaten and mauled
And they ruined my good looks for the old main drag

In the tube station the old ones who were on the way out
Would dribble and vomit and grovel and shout
And the coppers would come along and push them about
And I wished I could escape from the old main drag

And now I’m lying here I’ve had too much booze
I’ve been shat on and spat on and raped and abused
I know that I am dying and I wish I could beg
For some money to take me from the old main drag

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DIE BESTEN SONGS DES SHANE MACGOWAN (TEIL 20): LONDON GIRL – THE POGUES

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DIE BESTEN SONGS DES

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SHANE MACGOWAN

(TEIL 20)

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LONDON GIRL

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VON

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THE POGUES

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STUDIO 1987:

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The devil moon took me through the alley
Down by the Kardomah and the Centrale
To the Mews running through the backstreets
Where the Blacks sold fire and sleep
The devil moon took me out of Soho
Up to Camden where the cold north winds blow
Sucked along by a winter shower
To stand beside your shining tower

This could be our final dance
This could be our very last chance
Just the sound of your voice
Wherever I may be changes everything
And then the world’s right with me
You’re my London girl
The way that you walk
You’re my london girl
The way that you talk
Just the sound of your voice
And I ain’t got no choice

The light was going out, the moon was dying
The night was turning to a fine Spring morning
The dogs were barking and the kids were shouting
The sun was splashing in a crystal fountain
When the cold winds come to find you
Blowing down from the top of the high rise
I’ll come and take you back down to Soho
Away from all those mad men’s eyes

This could be our final dance
This could be our very last chance
And if you cut me
Don’t you think I feel
Is this body made of clay
Is this heart made of steel
You’re my London girl
The way that you walk
You’re my London girl
The way that you talk
Just the sound of your voice
I ain’t got no choice

This could be our final dance
This could be our very last chance
And if you cut me
Don’t you think I feel
Is this body made of clay
Is this heart made of steel
You’re my London girl
The way that you walk
You’re my London girl
The way that you talk
Just the sound of your voice
I ain’t got no choice

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