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Shane MacGowan... A Hero For Our (royally screwed) Times

 
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I put away my Pogues and Shane MacGowan music for a few years.

Then yesterday I downloaded their boxed set: 'Just Look Them Straight In The Eye And Say Pogue Mahone!'.

Simply Brilliant! How cool is it to hear songs for the first time that were recorded in 1984? Lots of Demos as well as secondary versions of previously released songs.

Shane is the greatest lyricist of our time. Here's a few (of the 100+) songs on the boxed set.



n the first day of March it was raining
It was raining worse than anything that I have ever seen
I drank ten pints of beer and I cursed all the people there
And I wish that all this raining would stop falling down on me

And it's lend me ten pounds and I'll buy you a drink
And mother wake me early in the morning

At the time I was working for a landlord
And he was the meanest bastard that you have ever seen
And to lose a single penny would grieve him awful sore
And he was a miserable bollocks and a bitch's bastard's whore

I recall we took care of him one Sunday
We got him out the back and we broke his fucking balls
And maybe that was dreaming and maybe that was real
But all I know is I left that place without a penny or fuck all

And now I've the most charming of verandas
I sit and watch the junkies, the drunks and pimps and whores
Five green bottles sitting on the floor
And I wish to Christ, I wish to Christ
That I had fifteen more

The boys and me are drunk and looking for you
We'll eat your frigging entrails and we won't give a damn
Me daddy was a blue shirt and my mother a madam
And my brother earned his medals raping gooks in Vietnam

On the first day of March it was raining
It was raining worse than anything that I have ever seen
Stay on the other side of the road
'Cause you can never tell
We've a thirst like a gang of devils
We're the boys of the county hell



Who dares to speak of Donegal
You get kicks in the bars and kicks in the balls
The harp that played in Tara's halls
Is burning on the dump
Virginia is a gin town
Belturbot is a sin town
And all the boys from Skintown
Are in England on the lump
Got pissed in Letterkenny
With darlin' sportin' Jenny
Spent me very last penny
And we made it in the press
The husband caught me in the bed
Tried to shoot me in the head
Had to swim the stream to get
The Donegal Express

Kahaya! You fuck!
Come Hell of high water
I might have fucked your Missus
But I never fucked your daughter
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh
Fol-diddle-dee-ahhh

As sure as I'm Father Emmett
I've a King Dong down me Semmett
As any girl will tell you
From Cavan down to Clare
Back in sweet Virginia
In the toilet with Lavinia
I nearly fucked her brains out
And tore her party dress
A shit, a shave, a shower
And half a pint of powers
Then off again to get on board
The Donegal Express




I'm a freeborn man of the travelling people
Got no fixed abode with nomads I am numbered
Country lanes and bye ways were always my ways
I never fancied being lumbered

Well we knew the woods and all the resting places
The small birds sang when winter time was over
Then we'd pack our load and be on the road
They were good old times for the rover

In the open ground where a man could linger
Stay a week or two for time was not your master
Then away you'd jog with your horse and dog
Nice and easy no need to go faster

And sometimes you'd meet up with other travellers
Hear the news or else swop family information
At the country fairs we'd be meeting there
All the people of the travelling nation

I've made willow creels and the heather besoms
And I've even done some begging and some hawkin'
And I've lain there spent rapped up in my tent
And I've listened to the old folks talking

All you freeborn men of the travelling people
Every tinker rolling stone and gypsy rover
Winds of change are blowing old ways are going
Your travelling days will soon be over

I'm a freeborn man of the travelling people
Got no fixed abode with nomads I am numbered
Country lanes and bye ways were always my ways
I never fancied being lumbered

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Rabbi Ovadia Yosef:

"The goyim were born only to serve us Jews. Without that, they have no place in the world - only to serve the people of Israel. Why are gentiles needed? They will work, they will plow, they will reap. We will sit like an effendi (a lord or master) and eat.

That is why gentiles were created”

October 18, 2010 as quoted in the Jerusalem Post
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Pogues better than U2 crap.
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I like to walk in the summer breeze
Down Dalling Road by the dead old trees
And drink with my friends
In the Hammersmith Broadway
Dear dirty delightful old drunken old days

Then the winter came down and I loved it so dearly
The pubs and the bookies where you'd spend all your time
And the old men that were singing
"When The Roses Bloom Again"
And turn like the leaves
To a new summertime

Now the winter comes down
I can't stand the chill
That comes to the streets around Christmas time
And I'm buggered to damnation
And I haven't got a penny
To wander the dark streets of London

And every time that I look on the first day of summer
Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT
And the drugged up psychos
With death in their eyes
And how all of this really
Means nothing to me

Now the winter comes down
I can't stand the chill
That comes to the streets around Christmas time
And I'm buggered to damnation
And I haven't got a penny
To wander the dark streets of London

And every time that I look on the first day of summer
Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT
And the drugged up psychos
With death in their eyes
And how all of this really
Means nothing to me

And now the winter comes down
I can't stand the chill
That comes to the streets around Christmas time
And I'm buggered to damnation
And I haven't got a penny
To wander the dark streets of London
To wander the dark streets of London
To wander the dark streets of London


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
But I soon ended up upon 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 and 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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Rabbi Ovadia Yosef:

"The goyim were born only to serve us Jews. Without that, they have no place in the world - only to serve the people of Israel. Why are gentiles needed? They will work, they will plow, they will reap. We will sit like an effendi (a lord or master) and eat.

That is why gentiles were created”

October 18, 2010 as quoted in the Jerusalem Post
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Yes, but did you see what the Us did to his mouth,

'ckin hilarious. The land of the beautiful teeth and fat arses!

[link to www.dailymail.co.uk]
here with his new improved "real" teeth.

Damn, wish I could find a link to his US pearly whites!
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Christmas greetings to you all and commiserations if you're from a typical Irish family; Jamesons and a fat lip!

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Yes, but did you see what the Us did to his mouth,

'ckin hilarious. The land of the beautiful teeth and fat arses!

[link to www.dailymail.co.uk]
here with his new improved "real" teeth.

Damn, wish I could find a link to his US pearly whites!
 Quoting: sceptical



At least they made 'em yellow (or he yellowed them in a matter of days) which makes them more realistic.

Snow white teeth on Shane would have been a real travesty.
Rabbi Ovadia Yosef:

"The goyim were born only to serve us Jews. Without that, they have no place in the world - only to serve the people of Israel. Why are gentiles needed? They will work, they will plow, they will reap. We will sit like an effendi (a lord or master) and eat.

That is why gentiles were created”

October 18, 2010 as quoted in the Jerusalem Post
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Yes, but did you see what the Us did to his mouth,

'ckin hilarious. The land of the beautiful teeth and fat arses!

[link to www.dailymail.co.uk]
here with his new improved "real" teeth.

Damn, wish I could find a link to his US pearly whites!



At least they made 'em yellow (or he yellowed them in a matter of days) which makes them more realistic.

Snow white teeth on Shane would have been a real travesty.
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Agreed op, but hey, I think teeth on him are a travesty, they belie the life he has led and the walls he has met along the way! :)
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When I first came to London, I was only sixteen,
With a fiver in my pocket and my ol' dancin' bag.
I went down to the dilly to check out the scene
But I soon ended upon 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 five
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 lyin' down in 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 lyin' here, I've had too much booze.
I've been spat on and shat on and raped and abused.
I know that I am dyin' and I wish I could beg
For some money to take me from the old main drag.
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When I first came to London, I was only sixteen,
With a fiver in my pocket and my ol' dancin' bag.
I went down to the dilly to check out the scene
But I soon ended upon 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 five
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 lyin' down in 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 lyin' here, I've had too much booze.
I've been spat on and shat on and raped and abused.
I know that I am dyin' and I wish I could beg
For some money to take me from the old main drag.
 Quoting: Anonymous Coward 1179010


Sheer poetry! The imagery is so beautiful. Macgowan is indeed a modern poet!
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The Pogues were absolutely beautiful -- unpretentious, salt-of-the-earth, passionate, guileless. I think Shane's sheer creative energy is what's kept his body alive all these years in defiance of every known law of biology and physics (he'll be 52 this Christmas!!!) He outlived Joey Ramone, Joe Strummer, and many others of his era. I have never grown tired of any of the songs on Red Roses For Me, Rum Sodomy & the Lash, or If I Should Fall from Grace With God. (Their last two MacGowan albums, by Shane's own admission, were probably not up to the standards of the first three, though they included some occasional moments of brilliance.) Damn, I wish Shane could produce just ONE LAST original album before his liver finally kisses him goodnight.
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Great thread!! Shane has always been a hero of mine and I've traveled far and wide to see him and the Pogues perform. The best Pogues concert I ever saw though was back in 1991 when Shane wasn't touring with them and they had Joe Strummer filling in for him.. Epic show, Vancouver BC, the best concert I've ever seen. This was right before they kicked Shane out of the band and he was really pretty much a wreck at the time and you could tell the band was just so happy to be playing with a competent, focused lead singer. The fact that it was Joe Strummer just made it all the sweeter. I've since seen Shane and boys in Dublin, Vegas, and Portland, but as great as Shane is, I never saw them capture that magic of that evening in Vancouver.

The box set is awesome, I love 'Pinned Down (Alone in the Wilderness) and M83. Shane really is one of the great poets of the 20th century. I'll always wonder what he could have done if he could have just controlled himself a little more. But then he wouldn't have been Shane...
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Hey 1182461 it's easy, just paste the youtube link, highlight it and then click on youtube above your post and voila! Peace. Oh and let's see what you have!

Sorry, looks like you finally got it! :)

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I saw them live once at festival hall here in Melbourne in the 80's..
it was a pretty good night..from what I can remember of it :)
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'Rain Street' is one of my favourite stories Shane put to music:




The church bell rings
An old drunk sings
A young girl hocks her wedding ring
Down on Rain Street

Down the alley the icewagon flew
Picked up a stiff that was turning blue
The local kids were sniffin' glue
Not much else for a kid to do
Down Rain Street

Father McGreer buys an ice cold beer
And a short for Father Loyola
Father Joe's got the clap again
He's drinking Coca-Cola
Down on Rain Street

Bless me Father I have sinned
I got pissed and I got pinned
And God can't help the shape I'm in
Down on Rain Street

There's a Tesco on the sacred ground
Where I pulled her knickers down
While Judas took his measly price
And St Anthony gazed in awe at Christ
Down on Rain Street

I gave my love a goodnight kiss
I tried to take a late night piss
But the toilet moved so again I missed
Down Rain Street

I sat on the floor and watched TV
Thanking Christ for the BBC
A stupid fucking place to be
Down Rain Street

I took my Eileen by the hand
Walk with me was her command
I dreamt we were walking on the strand
Down Rain Street

That night Rain Street went on for miles
That night on Rain Street somebody smiled


Rabbi Ovadia Yosef:

"The goyim were born only to serve us Jews. Without that, they have no place in the world - only to serve the people of Israel. Why are gentiles needed? They will work, they will plow, they will reap. We will sit like an effendi (a lord or master) and eat.

That is why gentiles were created”

October 18, 2010 as quoted in the Jerusalem Post
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The Pogues were absolutely beautiful -- unpretentious, salt-of-the-earth, passionate, guileless. I think Shane's sheer creative energy is what's kept his body alive all these years in defiance of every known law of biology and physics (he'll be 52 this Christmas!!!) He outlived Joey Ramone, Joe Strummer, and many others of his era. I have never grown tired of any of the songs on Red Roses For Me, Rum Sodomy & the Lash, or If I Should Fall from Grace With God. (Their last two MacGowan albums, by Shane's own admission, were probably not up to the standards of the first three, though they included some occasional moments of brilliance.) Damn, I wish Shane could produce just ONE LAST original album before his liver finally kisses him goodnight.
 Quoting: Anonymous Coward 745758


I can't think of one late 20th century lyricist who's crafted stories more ably than MacGowan.

Some young screenwriter hoping to make it big in HolyWood could do a lot worse than to sit down and listen to a few Pogues songs and use them to put craft a screenplay. Can you imagine The Old Main Drag on film?

Here's another from the box set. Luke Kelly's performance is still my favorite (and I've heard it said more than once this is the single most difficult song to sing in the English language) but Shane's version is great, too:



In the merry month of May, From my home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted,
Saluted father dear, Kissed my darlin' mother,
Drank a pint of beer, My grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, And leave where I was born,
I cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin,
In a brand new pair of brogues, I rattled o'er the bogs,
And frightened all the dogs,On the rocky road to Dublin.

One, two, three, four five,
Hunt the hare and turn her
Down the rocky road
And all the ways to Dublin,
Whack-fol-lol-de-ra.

In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight, Next mornin' light and airy,
Took a drop of the pure, To keep my heart from sinkin',
That's an Irishman's cure, Whene'er he's on for drinking.
To see the lasses smile, Laughing all the while,
At my curious style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubblin'.
They ax'd if I was hired, The wages I required,
Till I was almost tired, Of the rocky road to Dublin.

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity,
To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city.
Then I took a stroll, All among the quality,
My bundle it was stole, In a neat locality;
Something crossed my mind, Then I looked behind;
No bundle could I find, Upon my stick a wobblin'.
Enquirin' for the rogue, They said my Connacht brogue,
Wasn't much in vogue, On the rocky road to Dublin.

From there I got away, My spirits never failin'
Landed on the quay As the ship was sailin';
Captain at me roared, Said that no room had he,
When I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy,
Down among the pigs I played some funny rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs, The water round me bubblin',
When off Holyhead, I wished myself was dead,
Or better far instead, On the rocky road to Dublin.

The boys of Liverpool, When we safely landed,
Called myself a fool; I could no longer stand it;
Blood began to boil, Temper I was losin',
Poor ould Erin's isle They began abusin',
"Hurrah my soul," sez I, My shillelagh I let fly;
Some Galway boys were by, Saw I was a hobble in,
Then with a loud hurray, They joined in the affray.
We quickly cleared the way, For the rocky road to Dublin.
Rabbi Ovadia Yosef:

"The goyim were born only to serve us Jews. Without that, they have no place in the world - only to serve the people of Israel. Why are gentiles needed? They will work, they will plow, they will reap. We will sit like an effendi (a lord or master) and eat.

That is why gentiles were created”

October 18, 2010 as quoted in the Jerusalem Post





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