Thread: What are you listening to right now

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 N.Y.P.D. 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

The boys of the N.Y.P.D. choir were singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day

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

The boys of the N.Y.P.D. choir were singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day
Read more at KIRSTY MACCOLL FEAT. THE POGUES - FAIRYTALE OF NEW YORK LYRICS

If anyone laughs there'd be wigs on the green

Limerick anthem.

By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young girl calling
Micheal they are taking you away
For you stole Trevelyn's corn
So the young might see the morn.
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay.

Low lie the Fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly.
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry.

By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young man calling
Nothing matters Mary when you're free,
Against the Famine and the Crown
I rebelled they ran me down
Now you must raise our child with dignity.

Low lie the Fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly.
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry.

By a lonely harbor wall
She watched the last star falling
As that prison ship sailed out against the sky
Sure she'll wait and hope and pray
For her love in Botany Bay
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry.

Low lie the Fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly.
Our love was on the wing we had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry.

And the best Dubliners song ever .

Originally Posted by rebbu

Can't listen to that.

But is in my head - ee ee!

Johnny Winter, blues guitarist, dies aged 70

R.I.P.

OK, a question.

Is it worth it to go and see Johnny Clegg at a free concert, or not?

I remember really enjoying his african reggae music in my youth.

.... and this little number is especially for you Patsy.

Originally Posted by patsycat

And the best Dubliners song ever .

Just trying to help.

Just copy and paste the http in your address bar.

This one i dedicate to the person that knows it is for him



I know, Gus, but i am used to just the copy paste mode.

Soon is my birthday so I'm getting ready




If you think it has a bit of Indian feeling, you're right. Here is the original one

In case you forgot fuckers.

I remember Paris in '49.
The Champs Elysee, San Michelle
And old Beauolais wine.
And I recall that you were mine
In those Parisienne days.

Looking back at the photographs.
Those summerdays spent outside corner cafes.
Oh, I could write you paragraphs,
About my old Parisienne days.