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the pogues: dirty old town

The Pogues – Shane MacGowan
Dirty Old Town – Self Aid – Dublin 1986

… the song with „the gas works wall” …

I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I Kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

Clouds are drifting across the moon
Cats are prowling on their beat
Spring’s a girl from the streets at night
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

I Heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
I Smelled the spring on the smoky wind
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

I’m gonna make me a big sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
I’ll 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
I kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

the pogues: once upon a time

One of my absolute Pogues favourites…

the pogues: once upon a time

The hour’s late and the lights are low
I’m walking home just kicking stones
I waited at the deopt you never showed
You missed the last bus hours ago
I remember the first time
I saw you on the street
You looked so pretty my heart skipped a beat
I can’t wait any longer but I still feel the heat
I’m down but I’m still on my feet.

I walked on down the old fairground
Up from the docks blew a lonely sound
I sat for a while on the cold hard ground
Watched the stars slowly turn as the earth spun around
As the past falls behind up ahead there’s a crack
Of light shining bright through the night so black
Like a runaway train rolling down the track
From here there’s no turning back.

Listen to me baby
Once upon a time
My heart was an ocean
You swam against the tide
The time is past for grieving
My tears have all run dry
I’ll leave you with my love
And now I say goodbye

The bottles broke the glasses are cracked
The cards are all dealt and the chips have been stacked
The lamp shades busted and the curtains are torn
The door keeps knocking but there’s nobody home
I stood by the road brushed a tear from my eye
Cursed the cars and the rain and the rolling grey sky
I turned around turned my back on that town
And I never looked back again.

😉

local hero: victors song

One of my absolutely favourite scenes from local hero. Victor the russian captain sings his song at the ceilidh.

„Guess that I was born to be a rover.
Guess I’ve always been a rolling stone.
But someday when my rolling days are over.
I will find a place to call my own.
Cause even the lone stars they get lonesome.
Lonesome as the lost ship on the sea.
Even the lone stars they get lonesome.
Lonesome for a lone star man like me.“