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from Basquiat (바스키아) by John Cale [ost] (1996)
When it's Summer in Siam And the moon is full of rainbows When it's Summer in Siam And we go through many changes When it's Summer in Siam Then all I really know Is that I truly am In the Summer in Siam |
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from 800 Bal (800 블렛) by Roque BanOs [ost] (2002)
I am Francisco Vasquez Garcia I am welcome to Almeria We have sin gas and con leche We have fiesta and feria We have the song of the chochona We have brandy and half corona And Leonardo and his accordione And calamari and macaroni Come all you rambling boys of pleasure And ladies of easy leisure We must say Adios! until we see Almeria once again There is a minstrel, there you see, And he stoppeth one in three He whispers in this one's ear "Will you kindly kill that doll for me" Now he has won chochona in the bingo All the town has watched this crazy gringo As he pulls off the doll's head laughing And miraldo! throws its body in the sea El vienticinco de agosto Abrio sus ojos Jaime Fearnley Pero el bebe cinquante Gin-campari Y se tendio para cerrarlos Y Costello el rey del America Y suntuosa Cait O Riordan Non rompere mes colliones Los gritos fuera de las casas |
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from P.S. I Love You (피에스 아이 러브 유) by John Powell [best, ost] (2008)
I just want to see you When youre all alone I just want to catch you if I can I just want to be there When the morning light explodes On your face it radiates I cant escape I love you till the end I just want to tell you nothing You dont want to hear All I want is for you to say Why dont you just take me Where Ive never been before I know you want to hear me Catch my breath I love you till the end I love you till the end I love you till the end I love you till the end I just want to be there When were caught in the rain I just want to see you laugh not cry I just want to feel you When the night puts on its cloak Im lost for words don't tell me Could All I can say I love you till the end I love you till the end I love you till the end I love you till the end I love you till the end All I can say I love you till the end I love you till the end I love you till the end All I can say I love you till the end I love you till the end I love you till the end |
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from The Pogues - Pogue Mahone (1995)
How come when I got the ace of hearts
Ya always draw the ace of spades How's it when your best friend Brings you lillies on your birthday Hey how come, hey how come Well I ain't superstitious, but well these things I see How come, how come I ain't a superstitious fella, but it worries me How come when your local clergy calls He tells me that you shouldn't wear black What kind of bread are you gonna' bake With that hemlock in your spice rack Hey how come, hey how come Well I ain't superstitious, but well these things I see How come, how come I ain't a superstitious fella, but it worries me The spider's run, the cobwebs gone Did you eat it when the moon was new I drowned your cat, what do you say about that I've even broken up your broom How come, how come Well I ain't superstitious, but well these things I see How come, how come I ain't a superstitious fella, but it worries me Well how come, how come Well I ain't superstitious, but well these things I see How come, how come I ain't a superstitious fella, but it worries me |
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from The Pogues - Pogue Mahone (1995)
My girl could break my heart
And tear my soul apart, but I Couldn't see myself living in a world Without her She's a tear, she's a scream Takes me high, but my worst dream Could I survive living in a world Without her As my mother said open the door I didn't want to be that boy All my friends told me I'd pull through But all that's said and all that's done Won't persuade me that I'm wrong I know I'd die living in a world Without her All my hopes and all my dreams Rest with her, or so it seems I never want to see the world Without her She's a saint, she's a clown Picks me up when I'm down There'd be so much missing from the world Without her Tangled up in falling vines She took my hand, I know she's mine Pickin' up the pieces of the past Well, I awoke before the dawn Dreamed we'd fought and she had gone Now I know how it feels Without her An empty club, when we first met Sharing our last cigarette How could I have lived in a world Without her The sweetest girl I ever had She's the best, she must be mad There's no way I would live in a world Without her We walked four miles to get back home Through the crowds we walked alone She told me all about her last stand The sun came up and lit the scene She looked so fine, so I see There's no way I'm living in a world Without her |
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from The Pogues - Pogue Mahone (1995)
Oh the time will come up
When the winds will stop And the breeze will cease to be breathin' Like the stillness in the wind 'Fore the hurricane begins The hour when the ship comes in Oh the seas will split And the ship will hit And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking Then the tide will sound And the wind will pound And the morning will be breaking Oh the fishes will laugh As they swim out of the path And the seagulls they'll be smiling And the rocks on the sand Will proudly stand The hour that the ship comes in And the words that are used For to get the ship confused Will not be understood as they're spoken For the chains of the sea Will have busted in the night And will be buried at the bottom of the ocean A song will lift As the mainsail shifts And the boat that drifts on to the shore line And the sun will respect Every face on the deck The hour that the ship comes in Then the sands will roll Out a carpet of gold For your weary toes to be a touchin' And the ship's wise men Will remind you once again That the whole wide world is watchin' Oh the foes will rise With the sleep still in their eyes And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're still dreamin' But they'll pinch themselves and squeel And know that it's for real The hour that the ship comes in Then they'll raise their hands Sayin' we'll meet all your demands But we'll shout from the bow your days are numbered And like Pharaoh's tribe They'll be drownded in the tide And like Goliath they'll be conquered |
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from The Pogues - Pogue Mahone (1995)
The dawn shines her light
To scare off the night And the sun from his slumber is woken The bells are ringing out As the town crier shouts Words too strong to be spoken There's a rumble in the ground And the air fills with sound Trumpets in the wind are a' blowing The townsfolk peep Through the curtains of sleep To the sound of the cocks all a' crowin The winds may blow Come rain, come slow Today's for you and me I gave my heart to you my love You gave your heart to me The sun wears a smile And the clock winks its dial The clouds in the sky are unfolding The birds on the wing Like angels they sing The heavens are glowing all golden The crowds all spill out They cheer and they shout Banners and flags are a' waving The flowers all a' bloom Blow kisses to the moon As blossom falls on the paving The wind may blow Come rain, come snow Today's for you and me I gave my heart to you my love You gave your heart to me The whole world roars A chorus of applause Strangers from Delhi to Dublin Are swept off their feet As they kiss on the street And the waters like champaigne are bubbling The wind may blow Come rain, come snow Today's for you and me I gave my heart to you my love You gave your heart to me |
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from The Pogues - Pogue Mahone (1995)
Voici une histoire
D'un homme cajun Amadie Adouin Etat son nom Avec sa guitare Et avec sa voix Amadie Adouin Etait le roi Here is the story Of a Cajun man Amadie Adouin Was his name With his guitar And his voice Amadie Adouin Was the king In a town seperated by railroad tracks When one side's white the other side must be black La sueur brulait Dans ses yeux Les blancs ont crie N' arrete pas Quand Amadie pouvait plus jouer Il demandait a Celine Son mouchoir The sweat burnt In his eyes The whites shouted Don't stop When Amadie couldn't Play anymore He asked to Celine His handerchief Black were the tears Amadie Adouin cried Tears a white handkerchief just could not hide Les bois d'Arcadia Ils sont morts Au fond de la terre Amadie s'endort Mais si vous voulez Ecouter sa voix Demande aux Ricains De la chercher d'en bas The forest of Arcadia Is dead Deep under the ground Amadie falls asleep But if you want to listen To his voice Ask the Yanks To look for it from the bottom They ran right over Amadie's vocal cords Good old boys in a good ol' Model T Ford Amadie took a walk by the railroad track To the other side and he won't be coming back They ran right over Amadie's vocal cords Those good old boys in a good old Model T Ford Amadie took a walk by the railroad track To the other side and he won't be coming back |
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from The Pogues - Pogue Mahone (1995)
I just want to see you
When youre all alone I just want to catch you if I can I just want to be there When the morning light explodes On your face it radiates I cant escape I love you till the end I just want to tell you nothing You dont want to hear All I want is for you to say Why dont you just take me Where Ive never been before I know you want to hear me Catch my breath I love you till the end I love you till the end I love you till the end I love you till the end I just want to be there When were caught in the rain I just want to see you laugh not cry I just want to feel you When the night puts on its cloak Im lost for words don't tell me Could All I can say I love you till the end I love you till the end I love you till the end I love you till the end I love you till the end All I can say I love you till the end I love you till the end I love you till the end All I can say I love you till the end I love you till the end I love you till the end |
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from The Pogues - Pogue Mahone (1995)
The bright lights are calling me
The bright lights are calling me When the world is dark and cold And I'm heading down the road The bright lights are calling me As the world is round, the road is long I've trouble on my mind I'll just keep on moving Until the day comes round The wind a' blowing on my back And my feet a' flying Flying down the road Where the bright lights shine Monday's in a pigtown Tuesday's in a truck Wednesday's a field of mud And Thursday's out of luck Friday's rain clouds Saturday flies by Sunday comes shining From a blue blue sky The bright lights are calling me The bright lights are calling me When the world is dark and cold And I'm heading down the road The bright lights are calling me Some towns are golden Some towns are stained Some towns are shadows Fading in the rain Some towns are rust And some towns they gleam Some towns are mad dogs Some towns are a dream The bright lights are calling me The bright lights are calling me When the world is dark and cold And I'm heading down the road The bright lights are calling me Some dreams are hollow Some dreams are cold Some dreams are crazy And some dreams are bold Some dreams are bought And other dreams are sold Some dreams lie waiting At the end of the road The bright lights are calling me The bright lights are calling me When the world is dark and cold And I'm heading down the road The bright lights are calling me |
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from The Pogues - Pogue Mahone (1995)
The night stank of diesel
And a stranger came to town A cold wind blowing And the rain pouring down Street lights flicker And the power lines moan The moon beat down On a river of bone Someone put the lights out No one make a sound You won't find a thing Down in Oretown Foundry spits fire and smoke Air's foul and choking Sky full of sulphur Mountains flat and broken Black fogs and whirlwinds Thunder and rain Open drink madness And purple mad pain The circus is over Exit the clowns Nobody's laughing Down in Oretown The ship's in the harbour Cargo's been pawned Barrooms spilling sailors All shipwrecked at dawn Smelling of salt and rust Uniforms torn Came looking for flowers Only found thorns Dreaming of mermaids In pearly white gowns tain is sleeping Down in Oretown There's a madman down on mainstreet Eyes all aflame Laughing in the thunder Of the Number 9 train Selling old postcards in rusty frames A thousand views of Oretown And they all look the same Dressed up in sandals And a barbed wire crown A lot of people loose their minds Down in Oretown Lock up the lawman Let go the thief Rounding up the grey men Nail them to a tree This town was a palace This town was aglow Then the sky burned orange And the iron river flowed The night stank of diesel A stranger came to town The night folded over Down in Oretown |
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from The Pogues - Pogue Mahone (1995)
Below the Pont Mirabeau
Slow flows the Seine And all out loves together Must I recall again Joy would always follow After pain Hands holding hands Let us stand face to face While underneath the bridge Of our arms entwined slow race Eternal gazes flowing At wave's pace Let night fall, let the hours go by The days pass on and here I stand Love runs away Like running water flows Love flows away But oh how slow life goes How violent is hope Love only knows Let night fall, let the hours go by The days pass on and her stand I The days flow ever on The weeks pass by in vain Time never will return Nor our loves burn again Below the Pont Mirabeau Slow flows the Seine Let night fall, let the hours go by The days pass on and here I stand [In French:] Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine Et nos amours Faut-il qu'il m'en souvienne La joie venait toujours apres la peine Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure Les jours s'en vont je demeure Les mains dans les mains restons face a face Tandis que sous Le pont de nos bras passe Des eternels regards l'onde si lasse Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure Les jours s'en vont je demeure L'amour s'en va comme cette eau courante L'amour s'en va Comme la vie est lente Et comme l'Esperance est violente Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure Les jours s'en vont je demeure Passent les jours et passent les semaines Ni temps passe Ni les amours reviennent Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure Les jours s'en vont |
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from The Pogues - Pogue Mahone (1995)
Tosspint rises early
Sprung from a nightmare's claw Thrice crows the dawn cock The mist is on the moor Tosspint cries from croaking gills Thank God I'm not forsaken From the hellish depths of sleep At last I am awaken Tosspint flushed his kidneys And rained a golden shower Pleased to piss a good pot full He shat upon the hour Tosspint filled his belly With tripe and ox's tongue A sucking pig stuffed with figs Into his guts he flung Full belly and the dance is merry Where hunger reigns no strength obtains The wheel spins, the gurdy hums Ring the bells and beat the drum Tosspint drinks lustily And pees against the sun All around the hoary oak The laughing maidens run Tosspint warms his codpiece To the flour adds the yeast In the field by Tanner's Mill He plays to two-backed beast Twist the spigot, close the hole Stoke the fire and blow the coal The wheel spins, the gurdy hums Ring the bells and beat the drum Full belly and the dance is merry Where hunger reigns no strength obtains The wheel spins, the gurdy hums Ring the bells and beat the drum Tosspint fell foul of dogma And slipped into schism The trial was quick, the sky grew dark They led him from the prison Tied him to a stake of oak Lit a fire of wood and coke The crowd sang out "His bacon's smoked!" The bells rang out "Tosspint's croaked!" Tosspint under flaming sky Walks through the fires of Hell Where bestial demons threw the damned Screaming as they fell Into pits of burning coals Tosspint throws up his last bowl And mingled with the soup His soul Tosspint rises early Sprung fro |
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from The Pogues - Pogue Mahone (1995)
4 O'Clock in the morning
When the ambulance arrived 4 O'Clock in the morning When the ambulance arrived The blue lights were flashing As they lay my baby down inside They took her to the hospital In the darkest hour of the night They took her to the hospital In the darkest hour of the night It was silent as the grave As my baby lay beneath the light They turned on the gas and cut her open She didn't feel no pain They turned on the gas and cut her open She didn't feel no more pain Daylight was breaking And down came the rain Down came the rain Down came the rain Down came the rain Down came the rain |
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from The Pogues - Pogue Mahone (1995)
Sometimes I wonder who's making love to you now
Now that it's been so long Yes sometimes I wonder who's making love to you now Now that it's been so long Well I don't know where or when you found out Where that love's been gone Remember that winter we went walking in the snow Now it's been and gone Yes, I remember the winter we went walking in the snow Snow that's been and gone And right across the country still I've got to go Wherever that love's been gone But any old way there's a smile on my face There's a smile that I just can't hide Though I'm missing you now like I never knew how I couldn't forget you if I tried Don't it make you wonder, but I wouldn't worry no more Standing by the side of the road Oh don't it make you wonder, but I wouldn't worry no more Just standing by the side of the road Into the night you just pick up and go You'll see where the love's been gone But any old way there's a smile on my face Ther's a smile that I just couldn't hide Thoush I'm missing you now like I never knew how I couldn't forget you if I tried I couldn't forget you I couldn't forget you I couldn't forget you if I tried I couldn't forget you I couldn't forget you I couldn't forget you if I tried |
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from The Pogues - Pogue Mahone (1995)
The snakes they can crawl
And the cheetahs they can bawl And their ghosts can wait for the hereafter But if you are so proud As to say that's not allowed We will get sick and choke ourselves with laughter And the girlfriends that you knew To whom you promised to be true We'll have their sisters Hanging from the rafters And every dirty shade will rise rotting from the grave Tomorrow will be just like the day after And this bitter desert wind Will come ripping through your skin And everything that's calm will turn to madness And all of your fake tears Will come whirling down the years And what was kind and warm will come to sadness And the sun and the moon Will come begging at your door The stars will turn to rust And drop from the skies And everybody will soon be asking you for more And everybody will be telling lies And the girlfriends that you knew To whom you promised to be true We'll have their sisters Hanging from the rafters And every dirty shade will rise rotting from the grave Tomorrow will be just like the day after |
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from The Pogues - If I Should Fall From Grace With God (2007)
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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from The Pogues - If I Should Fall From Grace With God (2007)
> 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 the 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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from The Pogues - If I Should Fall From Grace With God (2007)
> 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 Me 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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from The Pogues - If I Should Fall From Grace With God (2007)
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 And 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 were 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 I could have been someone 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 |
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from The Pogues - If I Should Fall From Grace With God (2007)
> The island it is silent now
But the ghosts still haunt the waves And the torch lights up a famished man Who fortune could not save Did you work upon the railroad Did you rid the streets of crime Were your dollars from the white house Were they from the five and dime Did the old songs taunt or cheer you And did they still make you cry Did you count the months and years Or did your teardrops quickly dry Ah, no, says he, 'twas not to be On a coffin ship I came here And I never even got so far That they could change my name Thousands are sailing Across the western ocean To a land of opportunity That some of them will never see Fortune prevailing Across the western ocean Their bellies full Their spirits free They'll break the chains of poverty And they'll dance In manhattan's desert twilight In the death of afternoon We stepped hand in hand on broadway Like the first man on the moon And ""the blackbird"" broke the silence As you whistled it so sweet And in brendan behan's footsteps I danced up and down the street Then we said goodnight to broadway Giving it our best regards Tipped our hats to mister cohen Dear old times square's favorite bard Then we raised a glass to jfk And a dozen more besides When I got back to my empty room I suppose I must have cried Thousands are sailing Again across the ocean Where the hand of opportunity Draws tickets in a lottery Postcards we're mailing Of sky-blue skies and oceans From rooms the daylight never sees Where lights don't glow on christmas trees But we dance to the music And we dance Thousands are sailing Across the western ocean Where the hand of opportunity Draws tickets in a lottery Where e'er we go, we celebrate The land that makes us refugees From fear of priests with empty plates From guilt and weeping effigies And we dance |
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from The Pogues - If I Should Fall From Grace With God (2007)
I am Francisco Vasquez Garcia I am welcome to Almeria We have sin gas and con leche We have fiesta and feria We have the song of the chochona We have brandy and half corona And Leonardo and his accordione And calamari and macaroni Come all you rambling boys of pleasure And ladies of easy leisure We must say Adios! until we see Almeria once again There is a minstrel, there you see, And he stoppeth one in three He whispers in this one's ear "Will you kindly kill that doll for me" Now he has won chochona in the bingo All the town has watched this crazy gringo As he pulls off the doll's head laughing And miraldo! throws its body in the sea El vienticinco de agosto Abrio sus ojos Jaime Fearnley Pero el bebe cinquante Gin-campari Y se tendio para cerrarlos Y Costello el rey del America Y suntuosa Cait O Riordan Non rompere mes colliones Los gritos fuera de las casas |
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from The Pogues - If I Should Fall From Grace With God (2007)
Oh farewell, you streets of sorrow
And 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 seven long days God help you if ever you're caught on these shores 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 the lousy cell From wall to wall, then 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 to wall, then 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, then back again |
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from The Pogues - If I Should Fall From Grace With God (2007)
> As I walked down by the riverside
One evening in the spring Heard a long gone song From days gone by Blown in on the great North wind Though there is no lonesome corncrake's cry Of sorrow and delight You can hear the cars And the shouts from bars And the laughter and the fights May the ghosts that howled Round the house at night Never keep you from your sleep May they all sleep tight Down in hell tonight Or wherever they may be As I walked on with a heavy heart Then a stone danced on the tide And the song went on Though the lights were gone And the North wind gently sighed And an evening breeze coming from the East That kissed the riverside So I pray now child that you sleep tonight When you hear this lullaby May the wind that blows from haunted graves Never bring you misery May the angels bright Watch you tonight And keep you while you sleep |
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from The Pogues - If I Should Fall From Grace With God (2007)
> Sit down by the fire
And I'll tell you a story To send you away to your bed Of the things you hear creeping When everyone's sleeping And you wish you were out here instead It isn't the mice in the wall It isn't the wind in the well But each night they march Out of that hole in the wall Passing through on their way Out of hell They're the things that you see When you wake up and scream The cold things that follow you Down the boreen They live in the small ring of trees on the hill Up at the top of the field And they dance on the rain And they dance on the wind They tap on the window When no-one is in And if ever you see them Pretend that you're dead Or they'll bite off your head They'll rip out your liver And dance on your neck They dance on your head They dance on your chest They give you the cramp And the cholic for jest They're the things that you see When you wake up and scream The cold things that follow you Down the boreen They live in the small ring of trees on the hill Up at the top of the field They play on the wind They sing on the rain They dance on your eyes They dance in your brain Remember this place It is damp and it's cold The best place on earth But it's dark and it's old So lie near the wall And cover your head Good night and God bless, Now fuck off to bed |
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from The Pogues - If I Should Fall From Grace With God (2007)
> The last time I saw you was down at the greeks
There was whiskey on sunday and tears on our cheeks You sang me a song as pure as the breeze Blowing up the road to glenaveigh I sat for a while at the cross at finnoe Where young lovers would meet when the flowers were in bloom Heard the men coming home from the fair at shinrone Their hearts in tipperary wherever they go Take my hand, and dry your tears babe Take my hand, forget your fears babe There's no pain, there's no more sorrow They're all gone, gone in the years babe I sat for a while by the gap in the wall Found a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball Heard the cards being dealt, and the rosary called And a fiddle playing sean dun na ngall And the next time I see you we'll be down at the greeks There'll be whiskey on sunday and tears on our cheeks For it's stupid to laugh and it's useless to bawl About a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball So I walked as day was dawning Where small birds sang and leaves were falling Where we once watched the row boats landing By the broad majestic shannon |
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from The Pogues - If I Should Fall From Grace With God (2007)
The worms crawl in and the worms crawl out
The ones that go in are lean and thin The ones that come out are fat and stout Your eyes fall in and your teeth fall out Your brains come tumbling out of your snout Be merry, my friends, be merry |
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from The Pogues - If I Should Fall From Grace With God (2007)
On the fourth of July eighteen hundred and six We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks For the grand city hall in New York 'Twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore-and-aft And oh, how the wild winds drove her. She'd got several blasts, she'd twenty-seven masts And we called her the Irish Rover. We had one million bales of the best Sligo rags We had two million barrels of stones We had three million sides of old blind horses hides, We had four million barrels of bones. We had five million hogs, we had six million dogs, Seven million barrels of porter. We had eight million bails of old nanny goats' tails, In the hold of the Irish Rover. There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute When the ladies lined up for his set He was tootin' with skill for each sparkling quadrille Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet With his sparse witty talk he was cock of the walk As he rolled the dames under and over They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance And he sailed in the Irish Rover There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee, There was Hogan from County Tyrone There was Jimmy McGurk who was scarred stiff of work And a man from Westmeath called Malone There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule And fighting Bill Tracey from Dover And your man Mick McCann from the banks of the Bann Was the skipper of the Irish Rover We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out And the ship lost it's way in a fog. And that whale of the crew was reduced down to two, Just meself and the captain's old dog. Then the ship struck a rock, oh Lord what a shock The bu |
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from The Pogues - If I Should Fall From Grace With God (2007)
In South Australia I was born, heave away, haul away
In South Australia, 'round Cape Horn, we're bound for South Australia Haul away your rolling king, heave away, haul away Haul away, you'll hear me sing, we're bound for South Australia As I walked out one morning fair, heave away, haul away 'Twas there I met Miss Nancy Blair, we're bound for South Australia There's just one thing that's on my mind, heave away, haul away That's leaving Nancy Blair behind, we're bound for South Australia And as we wallop round Cape Horn, heave away, haul away You'll wish to God you've never been born, we're bound for South Australia In South Australia I was born, heave away, haul away In South Australia, 'round Cape Horn, we're bound for South Australia |
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from The Pogues - Rum Sodomy & The Lash (2007)
McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got syph down in Cologne And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone Frank Ryan brought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was curing all the Yids At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair And in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out They took you out into the street and kicked you in the brains So you walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl There was lousy drunken bastards singing Billy is in the bowl They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground But you'll stick your head back out and shout "we'll have another round" At the graveside of Cuchulainn we'll kneel around and pray And God is in His heaven, and Billy's down by the bay |
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from The Pogues - Rum Sodomy & The Lash (2007)
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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from The Pogues - Rum Sodomy & The Lash (2007)
Oh my name is Jock Stewart I'm a canny gun man And a roving young fellow I've been So be easy and free when you're drinking with me I'm a man you don't meet every day I have acres of land I have men at command I have always a shilling to spare So be easy and free when you're drinking with me I'm a man you don't meet every day Well I took out my dog and him I did shoot All down in the county Kildare So be easy and free when you're drinking with me I'm a man you don't meet every day So come fill up you glasses of brandy and wine Whatever it costs, I will pay So be easy and free when you're drinking with me I'm a man you don't meet every day |
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from The Pogues - Rum Sodomy & The Lash (2007)
One summer evening drunk to hell I stood there nearly lifeless An old man in the corner sang Where the water lilies grow And on the jukebox Johnny sang About a thing called love And it's how are you kid and what's your name And how would you bloody know? In blood and death 'neath a screaming sky I lay down on the ground And the arms and legs of other men Were scattered all around Some cursed, some prayed, some prayed then cursed Then prayed and bled some more And the only thing that I could see Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me But when we got back, labeled parts one to three There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go For a pair of brown eyes I looked at him he looked at me All I could do was hate him While Ray and Philomena sang Of my elusive dream I saw the streams, the rolling hills Where his brown eyes were waiting And I thought about a pair of brown eyes That waited once for me So drunk to hell I left the place Sometimes crawling sometimes walking A hungry sound came across the breeze So I gave the walls a talking And I heard the sounds of long ago From the old canal And the birds were whistling in the trees Where the wind was gently laughing And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go For a pair of brown eyes |
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from The Pogues - Rum Sodomy & The Lash (2007)
Well Jimmy played harmonica in the pub where I was born He played it from the night time to the peaceful early morn He soothed the souls of psychos and the men who had the horn And they all looked very happy in the morning Now Jimmy didn't like his place in this world of ours Where the elephant man broke strong men's necks When he'd had too many Powers So sad to see the grieving of the people that he's leaving And he took the road for God knows in the morning We walked him to the station in the rain We kissed him as we put him on the train And we sang him a song of times long gone Though we knew that we'd be seeing him again (Far away) sad to say I must be on my way So buy me beer and whiskey 'cause I'm going far away (far away) I'd like to think of me returning when I can To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane The years passed by the times had changed I grew to be a man I learned to love the virtues of sweet Sally MacLennane I took the jeers and drank the beers and crawled back home at dawn And ended up a barman in the morning I played the pump and took the hump and watered whiskey down I talked of whores and horses to the men who drank the brown I heard them say that Jimmy's making money far away And some people left for heaven without warning We walked him to the station in the rain We kissed him as we put him on the train And we sang him a song of times long gone Though we knew that we'd be seeing him again (Far away) sad to say I must be on my way So buy me beer and whiskey 'cause I'm going far away (far away) I'd like to think of me returning when I can To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLen |
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from The Pogues - Rum Sodomy & The Lash (2007)
I met my love by the gas works wall Dreamed a dream by the old canal Kissed a girl by the factory wall Dirty old town Dirty old town Clouds a drifting across the moon Cats a prowling on their beat Spring's a girl in the street at night Dirty old town Dirty old town Heard a siren from the docks Saw a train set the night on fire Smelled the spring on the smoky wind Dirty old town Dirty old town I'm going to make me a good sharp axe Shining steel tempered in the fire Will chop you down like an old dead tree Dirty old town Dirty old town I met my love by the gas works wall Dreamed a dream by the old canal Kissed a girl by the factory wall Dirty old town Dirty old town Dirty old town Dirty old town |
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from The Pogues - Rum Sodomy & The Lash (2007)
Jesse James we understand Has killed many a man He robbed the Union trains He stole from the rich and gave to the poor He had a hand and a heart and a brain Well it was on a Saturday night The stars were shining bright They robbed the Glendale train And the people they did say from many miles away It was those outlaws Frank and Jesse James Now Jesse had a wife Lived a lady all her life Her children they were brave But history does record That Bob and Charlie Ford Have laid poor Jesse in his grave Well it was Bob and Charlie Ford Those dirty little cowards I wonder how they feel For they ate of Jesse's bread And they slept in Jesse's bed And they laid poor Jesse in his grave Well the people held their breath When they heard of Jesse's death They wondered how he came to fall Well it was Robert Ford in fact Who shot him in the back While he hung a picture on the wall |
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from The Pogues - Rum Sodomy & The Lash (2007)
The canals and the bridges, the embankments and cuts They blasted and dug with their sweat and their guts They never drank water but whiskey by pints And the shanty towns rang with their songs and their fights Navigator, Navigator rise up and be strong The morning is here and there's work to be done Take your pick and your shovel and the bold dynamite For to shift a few tons of this earthly delight Yes to shift a few tons of this earthly delight They died in their hundreds with no sign to mark where Save the brass in the pocket of the entrepreneur. By landslide and rockblast they got buried so deep That in death if not life they'll have peace while they sleep. Their mark on this land is still seen and still laid The way for a commerce where vast fortunes were made The supply of an Empire where the sun never set Which is now deep in darkness, but the railway's there yet. |
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from The Pogues - Rum Sodomy & The Lash (2007)
Billy ran around with the rare old crew And he knew an Arsenal from Tottenham blue We'd be a darn sight better of if we knew Where Billy's bones are resting now Billy saw a copper and he hit him in the knee And he took him down from six foot to five foot three Then he hit him fair and square in the do-re-mi That copper won't be having any family Hey Billy son where are you now Don't you know that we need you now With a ra-ta-ta and the old kow-tow Where are Billy's bones resting now Billy went away with the peace-keeping force 'Cause he liked a bloody good fight of course Went away in an old khaki van to the banks of the river Jordan Billy saw the Arabs and he had 'em on the run When he got 'em in the range of his sub-machine gun Then he had the Israelis in his sights, went a ra-ta-ta And they ran like Shiites One night Billy had a rare old time, Laughing and singing on the Lebanon line Came back to camp not looking too pretty Never even got to see the Holy City Now Billy's out there in the desert sun And his mother cries when the morning comes And there's mothers crying all over this world For their poor dead darling boys and girls Have a Billy holiday Born on a Monday Married on a Tuesday Drunk on a Wednesday Got plugged on a Thursday Sick on a Friday Died on a Saturday Buried on a Sunday |
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from The Pogues - Rum Sodomy & The Lash (2007)
It's of a gentleman soldier as a sentry he did stand He saluted a fair maiden by a waving of his hand And then he boldly kissed her and he passed it off as a joke He drilled her up in a sentry box wrapped up in a soldier's cloak And the drums are going a rap a tap tap And the fifes they loudly play Fare thee well, Polly me dear I must be going away All night they tossed and tumbled till the morning did appear The soldier rose, put on his clothes, and said, "Fare well my dear For the drums are loudly beating and the fifes they sweetly play If it weren't for that, Polly me dear, with you I'd gladly stay" If anyone comes a courting you, you can treat them to a glass If anyone comes a courting you, you can say you're a country lass You don't have to tell them that you ever played this joke That you got drilled in a sentry box wrapped up in a soldier's cloak "Now come you gentleman soldier, won't you marry me?" "Oh no my dearest Polly, such things can never be For I've a wife already and children I have three Two wives are allowed in the army, but one's too many for me" "Oh it's come me gentleman soldier, why didn't you tell me so? Me parents will be angry when this they come to know" And when nine months had been and gone the poor girl she felt shamed She had a little militia boy and she didn't know his name |
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from The Pogues - Rum Sodomy & The Lash (2007)
when i was a young man i carried my pack
And i lived the free life of a rover From the murrays green basin to the dusty outback I waltzed my matilda all over Then in nineteen fifteen my country said son It's time to stop rambling 'cause there's work to be Done So they gave me a tin hat and they gave me a gun And they sent me away to the war And the band played waltzing matilda As we sailed away from the quay And amidst all the tears and the shouts and the Cheers We sailed off to gallipoli How well i remember that terrible day <when> the blood stained the sand and the water And how in that hell that they called suvla bay We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter Johnny turk he was ready, he primed himself well He <showered> us with bullets, he rained us with Shells And in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell Nearly blew us right back to australia But the band played waltzing matilda As we stopped to bury our slain And we buried ours and the turks buried theirs Then <it> started all over again Now those <who were living did their best to survive> In <that> mad world of blood, death and fire And for <seven long> weeks i kept myself alive <while the corpses around me piled higher> Then a big turkish shell knocked me arse over tit And when i woke up in my hospital bed And saw what it had done, <christ> i wished i was Dead Never knew there were worse things than dying <and> no more i'll go waltzing matilda <to> the green <bushes so> far and near For to hump tent and pegs, a man needs two legs No more waltzing matilda for me So they collected the cripples, the wounded <and> Maimed And they shipped us back home to australia <the legless, the armless>, the blind <and> insane Those proud wounded heroes of suvla And as our ship pulled into circular quay I looked at the place where <me> legs used to be And thank christ there was nobody waiting for me To grieve and to mourn and to pity And the band played waltzing matilda As they carried us down the gangway But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared <and they> turned all their faces away And now every april i sit on my porch And i watch the parade pass before me <i see> my old comrades, how proudly they march Reliving <the or their> dreams of past glory <i see the old men, all twisted and torn> The forgotten heroes <of> a forgotten war And the young people ask <me>, "what are they Marching for?" And i ask myself the same question And the band plays waltzing matilda And the old men <still> answer to the call But year after year their numbers get fewer Some day no one will march there at all Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda Who'll <go> a-waltzing matilda with me? |
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from The Pogues - Rum Sodomy & The Lash (2007)
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 choi |
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from The Pogues - Rum Sodomy & The Lash (2007)
I've been loving you a long time Down all the years, down all the days And I've cried for all your troubles Smiled at your funny little ways We watched our friends grow up together And we saw them as they fell Some of them fell into Heaven Some of them fell into Hell I took shelter from a shower And I stepped into your arms On a rainy night in Soho The wind was whistling all its charms I sang you all my sorrows You told me all your joys Whatever happened to that old song To all those little girls and boys Now the song is nearly over We may never find out what it means But there's a light I hold before me And you're the measure of my dreams The measure of my dreams Sometimes I wake up in the morning The gingerlady by my bed Covered in a cloak of silence I hear you in my head I'm not singing for the future I'm not dreaming of the past I'm not talking of the fist time I never think about the last Now the song is nearly over We may never find out what it means Still there's a light I hold before me You're the measure of my dreams The measure of my dreams |
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from The Pogues - Rum Sodomy & The Lash (2007)
The cadillac stood by the house And the yanks they were within And the tinker boys they hissed advice 'Hot-wire her with a pin' Then we turned and shook as we had a look In the room where the dead men lay So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip To the home where his father's laid But fifteen minutes later We had our first taste of whiskey There was uncles giving lectures On ancient Irish history The men all started telling jokes And the women they got frisky At five o'clock in the evening Every bastard there was piskey Fare thee well going away There's nothing left to say Farewell to New York City boys To Boston and PA He took them out With a well-aimed clout He was often heard to say I'm a free born man of the USA He fought the champ in Pittsburgh And he slashed him to the ground He took on Tiny Tartanella And it only went one round He never had no time for reds For drink or dice or whores And he never threw a fight Unless the fight was right So they sent him to the war Fare the well gone away There's nothing left to say With a slainte Joe and Erin go My love's in Amerikay The calling of the rosary Spanish wine from far away I'm a free born man of the USA This morning on the harbour When I said goodbye to you I remember how I swore That I'd come back to you one day And as the sunset came to meet The evening on the hill I told you I'd always love you I always did and I always will Fare thee well gone away There's nothing left to say 'cept to say adieu To your eyes as blue As the water in the bay |
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Of all the money that e'er I spent
I've spent it in good company And all the harm that ever I did Alas it was to none but me And all I've done for want of wit To memory now I can't recall So fill to me the parting glass Good night and joy be with you all Oh, all the comrades that e'er I had They're sorry for my going away And all the sweethearts that e'er I had They'd wish me one more day to stay But since it falls unto my lot That I should rise and you should not I'll gently rise and softly call Good night and joy be with you all If I had money enough to spend And leisure to sit awhile There is a fair maid in the town That sorely has my heart beguiled Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips I own she has my heart enthralled So fill to me the parting glass Good night and joy be with you all |
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