Тексты песен «Pogues»

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...

I met my love by the gas works wall Dreamed a dream by the old canal Kissed a girl by the factory wall Dirty old town Dirty old town Clouds a drifting across the moon Cats a prowling on their beat Spring's a girl in the...

I met my love by the gas works wall Dreamed a dream by the old canal Kissed a girl by the factory wall Dirty old town Dirty old town Clouds are drifting across the moon Cats are prowling on their beat Springs a girl in...

(Shane MacGowan) Christy Brown a clown around town Now he's a man of renown from Dingle to Down I type with me toes Suck stout through me nose And where it's gonna end God only knows Down all the days The...

Hello boys I've been away on a bit of a holiday To the land where the rivers freely flow And the cattle roam on the wild callagh Walking home three parts pissed I fell and rolled in the morning mist I fell and tumbled...

(James Fearnley) The wind was whipping shingle through the windows in the town A hail of stones across the roof, the slates came raining down A blade of light upon the spit came sweeping through the roar With me head...

In search of a good life the Pilgrims set sail Then all through the new land they blazed their brave trails The iron horse speeding down freshly-laid rails Brought settlers determined to prosper From the far corners...

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 And I turned my face away And dreamed about you Got on a lucky one Came in...

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...

I am Francisco Vasquez Garcia I am welcome to Almeria We have sin gas and con leche We have fiesta and feria We have the song of the chochona We have brandy and half corona And Leonardo and his accordione And calamari...

I am Francisco Vasquez Garcia I am welcome to Almeria We have sin gas and con leche We have fiesta and feria We have the song of the cochona We have brandy and half corona And Leonardo and his accordione And kalamari...

I recall the moment Before it slipped away When 5 green queens On a black bin bag Meant all the world to me And I recall the moment More distant than it seems When 5 green queens On a black bin bag Meant all the world...

4 O'Clock in the morning When the ambulance arrived 4 O'Clock in the morning When the ambulance arrived The blue lights were flashing As they lay my baby down inside They took her to the hospital In the darkest hour of...

(Traditional) As I went down to Galway Town To seek for recreation On the seventeenth of August Me mind being elevated There were passengers assembled With their tickets at the station And me eyes began to dazzle And...

The boys from the village were festering sore For a day on the rant with some music and more They'd drink porter in Maura's way over in Fore And never get drunk but stay sober There was Harry the banjo and Dunne of the...

(Andrew Ranken/Jem Finer) Sometimes it seems like a beautiful dream The girl from the Wadi Hammamat Lovely as a green parakeet I awake alone again In the desert of my dreams A fertile oasis I have seen I cast my voice...

[The Pogues' Version] ------------------------------------------ In eighteen hundred and forty-six And of March the eighteenth day, We hoisted our colors to the top of the mast And for Greenland sailed away, brave...

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Do you remember that sunny day? Somewhere in London In the middle of nowhere Didn't have nothing to do that day Didn't wanna do nothing anyway You got a way of walking You got a way of talking And there's something...

(Terry Woods) Sit down on that stool hear the cant of a fool And a strange tale I'll impart to ye Of a time that I lived at the buff of a hill 'Neath the burial chambers you see One Saturday night I got up on my bike...