Me too. Will listen to it today. |
| Lived a hard rock and roll life. Pure punk. Proper. |
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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 that was pure as the breeze On a road leading up 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 - The Broad Majestic Shannon https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FMi3AGWsm0I&t=2s&ab_channel=ThePogues-Topic |
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So sorry he’s gone. Loved The Pogues. Gonna spend tomorrow listening to all my Pogues CDs while I work.
Fairytale of New York fans may already know the story behind the death of the female vocalist, Kristy MacColl, but if you don’t, it’s worth a read (and a tear or two). |
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Though there is no lonesome corncrake's cry
Or 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 where ever they may be. |
| Loved Lorelei and If I Should Fall From Grace with God. |
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Mourners dance to Fairytale of New York at Shane’s funeral. Beautiful! |