DIE BESTEN SONGS DES SHANE MACGOWAN (TEIL 21): DARK STREETS OF LONDON – THE POGUES

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DIE BESTEN SONGS DES

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SHANE MACGOWAN

(TEIL 21)

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DARK STREETS OF LONDON

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VON

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THE POGUES

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STUDIO 1984:

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DEMO 1983:

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I liked to walk in the summer breeze
Down Dalling Road by the dead old trees
And drink with my friends
In the Hammersmith Broadway
Dear dirty old drunken
Delightful old days

Then the winter came down and I loved it so dearly
The pubs and the bookies where you’d spend all your time
And the old men that were singing
When the roses bloom again
And turn once again
To a new summertime

Then the winter comes down
And I can’t stand the chill
That comes to the streets around Christmas time
And I’m buggered to damnation
And I haven’t got a penny
To wander the dark streets of London

Every time that I look on the first day of summer
Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT
And the drugged up psychos
With death in their eyes
And all of this really
Means nothing to me

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

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DIE BESTEN TRINKER-SONGS

(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 9): THE LEAVING OF LIVERPOOL – THE POGUES

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DIE BESTEN SONGS DES

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(TEIL 9)

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THE LEAVING OF LIVERPOOL

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THE POGUES

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STUDIO 1984:

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Farewell to you, my own true love,
I am going far, far away
I am bound for California,
A place that I know right well

So fare thee well, my own true love,
For when I return, united we will be
It’s not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me,
But my darling when I think of thee

I have bound on a Yankee sailing ship,
Davy Crockett is her name,
And her Captain’s name was Burgess,
And they say that she’s a floating hell

So fare thee well, my own true love,
For when I return, united we will be
It’s not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me,
But my darling when I think of thee

Oh the ship is in the harbour, love,
And you know I can’t remain,
For I know that it will be a long, long time,
Before I see you again

So fare thee well, my own true love,
For when I return, united we will be
It’s not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me,
But my darling when I think of thee

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ONE MORE TIME !!!

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WE WILL BE !!!

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DIE BESTEN BALLADEN DES SHANE MACGOWAN (TEIL 5): THE AULD TRIANGLE – THE POGUES

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DIE BESTEN BALLADEN DES

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SHANE MACGOWAN

(TEIL 5)

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THE AULD TRIANGLE

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THE POGUES

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ALBUM 1984:

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A hungry feeling, came o’er me stealing
And the mice they were squealing in my prison cell
And that auld triangle, went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal.

Oh to start the morning, the warden bawling
Get up out of bed you, and clean out your cell
And that auld triangle, went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal.

Oh the screw was peeping and the lag was sleeping
As he lay weeping for his girl Sal
And that auld triangle, went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal.

On a fine spring evening, the lag lay dreaming
And the seagulls were wheeling high above the wall
And that auld triangle, went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal.

Oh the wind was sighing, and the day was dying
As the lag lay crying in his prision cell
And that auld triangle, went jingle bloody jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal.

In the female prison there are seventy women
And I wish it was with them that I did dwell
And that auld triangle, went jingle jangle
All along the banks of the Royal Canal.

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DIE BESTEN BALLADEN DES SHANE MACGOWAN (TEIL 3): KITTY – THE POGUES

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DIE BESTEN BALLADEN DES

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(TEIL 3)

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KITTY

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THE POGUES

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DEMO 1983:

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ALBUM 1984:

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BESOFFEN IN EINER IRISCHEN KNEIPE:

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BESOFFEN IN EINER ANDEREN IRISCHEN KNEIPE:

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Oh Kitty, my darling, remember
That the doom will be mine if I stay
‚Tis far better to part, though it’s hard to
Than to rot in their prison away
‚Tis far better to part, though it’s hard to
Than to rot in their prison away

So softly he then kissed her pale lips
‚Twas the same story over an o’er
Hush Mavourneen, the police are watching
And you know that I must go ashore
Hush Mavourneen, the police are watching
And you know that I must go ashore

In a day I’ll be over the mountain
There’ll be time enough left for to cry
So good night and God guard you forever
And write to me won’t you, good bye
So good night and God guard you forever
And write to me won’t you, good bye

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