The Pogues are on a list I wrote at some point of the bands I'd seen live.
I think I remember being so fucked up I knew I’d never remember. It was a great night. I'm pretty sure it was in LA. Or Texas.
Merry Christmas:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=-AE2th4CI5w&mode=related&search=
Update: the chick singing in the video, Kirsty MacColl, died in 2000. "On December 18, 2000, she and her sons went diving in Cozumel, in a specific diving area that watercraft were restricted from entering. With the group was a local veteran divemaster, Ivan Diaz. As the group was surfacing from a dive, a speeding powerboat entered the restricted area. MacColl saw the boat coming for her sons. Louis was not in the boat's path, but Jamie was. She was able to push him out of the way (he sustained minor head and rib injuries) but in doing so, she was hit by the boat and killed instantly."
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3 comments:
Here are the lyrics:
It was christmas eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, wont 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
Ive got a feeling
This years for me and you
So happy christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
Theyve got cars big as bars
Theyve got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
Its 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 a 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
Youre a bum
Youre a punk
Youre an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy christmas your arse
I pray God its our last
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
Cant make it all alone
Ive built my dreams around you
Personally, my Pogues favorite is Fuck You, I'm Drunk.
Now that is both practical and a classic.
I'm with you bro
I bang on the door, but she won't let me in
'Cause you're sick and tired of me reeking of gin
You lock all the doors from the front to the back
And left me a note telling me I should pack
I walk in the bar and the fella's all cheer
Order me up a whiskey and beer
If you ask me why I'm writting this poem
Some call it tavern, but I call it home
(Chorus)
Fuck you I'm Drunk, Fuck you I'm drunk
Pour my beer down the sink, I've got more in the trunk
Fuck you I'm drunk, Fuck you I'm drunk
And I'm gonna be drunk 'till the next time I'm drunk
You've given me an option, you said I must choose
'tween you an' the liquor, then I'll take the booze
I'm jumpin' on Western down to the southside
Where I'll sit down and exercise my Irish Pride
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