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Monday, February 18, 2008 - ore 11:03
THE POGUES
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
non è bello ciò che è bello ma dio boia è bello ciò che piace
e quest uomo(o ciò che ne rimane),marcia voce dei pogues e autore di tutti i loro testi,è uno splendore,ai miei occhi, è anche un poeta,e anche un tossico alcolizzato,ma le tre cose sono impriscindibili
BOYS FROM THE COUNTY HELL
On 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
.....E SE NON SAPETE L INGLESE CAZZACCI VOSTRI
When the world is too dark
And I need the light inside of me
I’ll walk into a bar
And drink fifteen pints of beer!!!
Because I’m going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing!!!
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SALLY MACLENNANE
Now jimmy didn’t like his place in this world of ours
Where the elephant man broke strong men’s necks
When he’d had too many powers
So sad to see the grieving of the people that he’s leaving
And he took the road for god knows in the morning
We walked him to the station in the rain
We kissed him as we put him on the train
And we sang him a song of times long gone
Though we knew that we’d be seeing him again
(far away) sad to say i must be on my way
So buy me beer and whiskey ’cause i’m going far away (far away)
I’d like to think of me returning when i can
To the greatest little boozer and to sally maclennane
The years passed by the times had changed i grew to be a man
I learned to love the virtues of sweet sally maclennane
I took the jeers and drank the beers and crawled back home at dawn
And ended up a barman in the morning
I played the pump and took the hump and watered whiskey down
I talked of whores and horses to the men who drank the brown
I heard them say that jimmy’s making money far away
And some people left for heaven without warning
We walked him to the station in the rain
We kissed him as we put him on the train
And we sang him a song of times long gone
Though we knew that we’d be seeing him again
(far away) sad to say i must be on my way
So buy me beer and whiskey ’cause i’m going far away (far away)
I’d like to think of me returning when i can
To the greatest little boozer and to sally maclennane
When jimmy came back home he was surprised that they were gone
He asked me all the details of the train that they went on
Some people they are scared to croak but jimmy drank until he choked
And he took the road for heaven in the morning
We walked him to the station in the rain
We kissed him as we put him on the train
And we sang him a song of times long gone
Though we knew that we’d be seeing him again
(far away) sad to say i must be on my way
So buy me beer and whiskey ’cause i’m going far away (far away)
I’d like to think of me returning when i can
To the greatest little boozer and to sally maclenne
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