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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VON

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THE POGUES

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STUDIO 1985:

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LIVE IN GLASGOW 2013:

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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 THE-POGUES-SONGS (TEIL 2): STREETS OF SORROW / BIRMINGHAM SIX BY SHANE MACGOWAN & TERRY WOODS

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DIE BESTEN THE-POGUES-SONGS

(TEIL 2)

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STREETS OF SORROW /

BIRMINGHAM SIX

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BY

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SHANE MACGOWAN

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TERRY WOODS

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STUDIO 1988:

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LIVE IN JAPAN 1988:

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Oh farewell you streets of sorrow
Oh farewell you streets of pain
I’ll not return to feel more sorrow
Nor to see more young men slain
Through the last six years I’ve lived through terror
And in the darkened streets the pain
Oh how I long to find some solace
In my mind I curse the strain

So farewell you streets of sorrow
And farewell you streets of pain
No I’ll not return to feel more sorrow
Nor to see more young men slain

There were six men in Birmingham
In Guildford there’s four
That were picked up and tortured
And framed by the law
And the filth got promotion
But they’re still doing time
For being Irish in the wrong place
And at the wrong time

In Ireland they’ll put you away in the Maze
In England they’ll keep you for several long days
God help you if ever you’re caught on these shores
And the coppers need someone
And they walk through that door

You’ll be counting years
First five, then ten
Growing old in a lonely hell
Round the yard and the stinking cell
From wall to wall, and back again

A curse on the judges, the coppers and screws
Who tortured the innocent, wrongly accused,
For the price of promotion
And justice to sell
May the judged be their judges when they rot down in hell

You’ll be counting years
First five, then ten
Growing old in a lonely hell
Round the yard and lousy cell
From wall to wall, and back again

May the whores of the empire lie awake in their beds
And sweat as they count out the sins on their heads
While over in Ireland eight more men lie dead
Kicked down and shot in the back of the head

You’ll be counting years
First five, then ten
Growing old in a freezing hell
Round the yard and the lousy cell
From wall and back again

Counting years
First five, then ten
Growing old in a lonely hell
Round the yard and the lousy cell
From wall to wall and back again

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DIE BESTEN SONGS DES SHANE MACGOWAN (TEIL 10): WHITY CITY – THE POGUES

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DIE BESTEN SONGS DES

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SHANE MACGOWAN

(TEIL 10)

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WHITE CITY

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VON

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THE POGUES

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STUDIO 1989:

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LIVE:

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Here a tower shinning bright
Once stood gleaming in the night
Where now there’s just the rubble
In the hole here the paddies and the frogs
Came to gamble on the dogs
Came to gamble on the dogs not long ago

Oh the torn up ticket stubs
From a hundred thousand mugs
Now washed away with dead dreams in the rain
And the car-parks going up
And they’re pulling down the pubs
And its just another bloody rainy day

Oh sweet city of my dreams
Of speed and skill and schemes
Like Atlantis you just disappeared from view
And the hare upon the wire
Has been burnt upon your pyre
Like the black dog that once raced
Out from trap two

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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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SHANE MACGOWAN

(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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