DIE BESTEN SONGS DES SHANE MACGOWAN (TEIL 19): RAIN STREET – THE POGUES

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DIE BESTEN SONGS DES

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SHANE MACGOWAN

(TEIL 19)

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RAIN STREET

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THE POGUES

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STUDIO 1990:

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The church bell rings
An old drunk sings
A young girl hocks her wedding ring
Down on Rain Street

Down the alley the icewagon flew
Picked up a stiff that was turning blue
The local kids were sniffin‘ glue
Not much else for a kid to do
Down Rain Street

Father McGreer buys an ice cold beer
And a short for Father Loyola
Father Joe’s got the clap again
He’s drinking Coca-Cola
Down on Rain Street

Bless me Father I have sinned
I got pissed and I got pinned
And God can’t help the shape I’m in
Down on Rain Street

There’s a Tesco on the sacred ground
Where I pulled her knickers down
While Judas took his measly price
And St Anthony gazed in awe at Christ
Down on Rain Street

I gave my love a goodnight kiss
I tried to take a late night piss
But the toiled moved so again I missed
Down Rain Street

I sat on the floor and watched TV
Thanking Christ for the BBC
A stupid fucking place to be
Down Rain Street

I took my Eileen by the hand
Walk with me was her command
I dreamt we were walking on the strand
Down Rain Street

That night Rain Street went on for miles
That night on Rain Street somebody smiled

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

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(TEIL 10)

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WAXIE’S DARGLE

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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 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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STUDIO 1988:

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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 15): CURSE OF LOVE – THE POGUES

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DIE BESTEN SONGS DES

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(TEIL 15)

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CURSE OF LOVE

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THE POGUES

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STUDIO 1990:

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I’ve seen those signs a million times
The chill that clouds your eyes
The light that shines black as a coal
Deep down in the mind
And I’m hungry, and I’m dying of thirst
Just suffering from a lover’s curse
I’ll turn to stone, let the rivers flow,
And wash me to the sea

The curse of love is hanging over me

I’ve walked the line, stood by your side,
I’ve kept you company
And all those times you felt like crying,
I’ve held you close to me
Now someone’s put a spell on me,
All my worst dreams are coming true
I’ll turn to stone, let the rivers flow,
And wash me to the sea

The curse of love is hanging over me
The curse of love is hanging…
Over me

Around the tent, the storm was raging,
The gypsy’s eyes were wild and blazing
Should have listened when she said
You’d slip away from me

The bottle’s empty, I’ve drunk it dry,
And still I feel the pain
Well, all we had is lost now,
Like teardrops in the rain
The night is long, I’m tired and weary,
But I don’t know where this road will lead me,
I’ll turn to stone, let the rivers flow,
And wash me to the sea

The curse of love is hanging over me
The curse of love is hanging…
Over me

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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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