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12-22-2007, 02:04 PM
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Wonderful song, and also a fine poem, I think.
FAIRYTALE OF NEW YORK
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
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 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
You're a bum
You're a punk
You're 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 it's 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
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you
Shane MacGowan & Jem Finer
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12-24-2007, 05:35 AM
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It's absolutely brilliant David in performance, and as you say a fine poem.
Best wishes;
Jim
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01-08-2008, 02:18 PM
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Here's another poem for the winter season. I found it by chance in the poems of Thomas Hardy and it mesmerized me:
THE FALLOW DEAR AT THE LONELY HOUSE
One without looks in tonight
Through the curtain-chink
From the sheet of glistening white;
One without looks in tonight
As we sit and think
By the fender-brink.
We do not discern those eyes
Watching in the snow;
Lit by lamps of rosy dyes
We do not discern those eyes
Wondering, aglow,
Fourfooted, tiptoe.
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01-08-2008, 06:40 PM
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Just noticed this David. In protest of BBC censorship? Shane McGowan sure is brilliant, though.
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01-17-2008, 08:09 AM
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Yes indeed, Quincy.
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