What song are you listening to now?
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"Turkish Song Of The Damned" by The Pogues
I come old friend from hell tonight
Across the rotting sea
Nor the nails of the cross
Nor the blood of christ
Can bring you help this eve
The dead have come to claim a debt from thee
They stand outside your door
Four score and three
Did you keep a watch for the dead man’s wind
Did you see the woman with the comb in her hand
Wailing away on the wall on the strand
As you danced to the Turkish song of the damned
You remember when the ship went down
You left me on the deck
The captains corpse jumped up
And threw his arms around my neck
For all these years I’ve had him on my back
This debt cannot be paid with all your jack
And as I sit and talk to you I see your face go white
This shadow hanging over me
Is no trick of the light
The spectre on my back will soon be free
The dead have come to claim a debt from thee
Wailing away on the wall on the strand
As you danced to the Turkish song of the damned
Wailing away on the wall on the strand
As you danced to the Turkish song of the damned
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I won?t tell anyone else how to be
You can be yourself, but just let me be me
One of my favorites!
"Thousands Are Sailing" by The Pogues
The island it is silent now
But the ghosts still haunt the waves
And the torch lights up a famished man
Who fortune could not save
Did you work upon the railroad?
Did you rid the streets of crime?
Were your dollars from the white house?
Were they from the five and dime?
Did the old songs taunt or cheer you?
And did they still make you cry?
Did you count the months and years?
Or did your teardrops quickly dry?
Ah, no, says he, twas’ not to be
On a coffin ship I came here
And I never even got so far
That they could change my name
Thousands are sailing
Across the western ocean
To a land of opportunity
That some of them will never see
Fortune prevailing
Across the western ocean
Their bellies full
Their spirits free
They’ll break the chains of poverty
And they’ll dance
In manhattans desert twilight
In the death of afternoon
We stepped hand in hand on Broadway
Put the first man on the moon
And the blackbird broke the silence
As you whistled it so sweet
And in Brendan Behans footsteps
I danced up and down the street
Then we said goodnight to Broadway
Giving it our best regards
Tipped our hats to Mister Cohen
Dear old times squares favorite bard
Then we raised a glass to JFK
And a dozen more besides
When I got back to my empty room
I suppose I must have cried
Thousands are sailing
Again across the ocean
Where the hand of opportunity
Draws tickets in a lottery
Postcards were mailing
Of sky-blue skies and oceans
From rooms the daylight never sees
And lights don’t glow on christmas trees
But we dance to the music
And we dance
Thousands are sailing
Across the western ocean
Where the hand of opportunity
Draws tickets in a lottery
Where we go, we celebrate
The land that makes us refugees
From fear of priests with empty plates
From guilt and weeping effigies
And we dance
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I won?t tell anyone else how to be
You can be yourself, but just let me be me
"Misty Morning, Albert Bridge" by The Pogues
I dreamt we were standing
By the banks of the Thames
Where the cold grey waters ripple
In the misty morning light
Held a match to your cigarette
Watched the smoke curl in the mist
Your eyes, blue as the ocean between us
Smiling at me
I awoke alone and lonely
In a faraway place
The sun fell cold upon my face
The cracks in the ceiling spelt hell
Turned to the wall
Pulled the sheets around my head
Tried to sleep, and dream my way
Back to you again
Count the days
Slowly passing by
Step on a plane
And fly away
I’ll see you then
As the dawn birds sing
On a cold and misty morning
By the Albert Bridge
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I won?t tell anyone else how to be
You can be yourself, but just let me be me
"Young Ned Of The Hill" by The Pogues
Have you ever walked the lonesome hills
And heard the curlews cry
Or seen the raven black as night
Upon a windswept sky?
To walk the purple heather
And hear the westwind cry
To know that's where the Rapparee must die
Since Cromwell pushed us westward
To live our lowly lives
There's some of us have deemed to fight
From Tipperary mountains high
Noble men with wills of iron
Who are not afraid to die
Who'll fight with Gaelic honour held on high
A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell
You who raped our Motherland
I hope you're rotting down in hell
For the horrors that you sent
To our misfortunate forefathers
Whom you robbed of their birthright
"To hell or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight
Of one such man I'd like to speak
A Rapparee by name and deed
His family dispossessed and slaughtered
They put a price upon his head
His name is known in song and story
His deeds are legends still
And murdered for blood money
Was young Ned of the hill
A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell
You who raped our Motherland
I hope you're rotting down in hell
For the horrors that you sent
To our misfortunate forefathers
Whom you robbed of their birthright
"To hell or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight
You have robbed our homes and fortunes
Even drove us from our land
You tried to break our spirit
But you'll never understand
The love of dear old Ireland
That will forge and iron will
As long as there are gallant men
Like young Ned of the hill
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I won?t tell anyone else how to be
You can be yourself, but just let me be me
"Tuesday Morning" by The Pogues
Too many sad days
Too many Tuesday mornings
I thought of you today
I wished it was yesterday morning
I thought of you today
And I dreamt you were dressed in mourning
But I knew that you
With your heart beating
And your eyes shining
Would be dreaming of me
Lying with you
On a Tuesday morning
I fell through the window
And I found that I was still breathing
I thought of tomorrow
And the fear that you might leave me
I thought of tomorrow
And I wished it was Monday morning
But I knew that you
With your heart beating
And your eyes shining
Would be dreaming of me
Lying with you
On a Tuesday morning
Turn your face from me
I will cover myself with sorrow
Bring hell down upon me
I will surrender my heart to sorrow
Bring hell down upon me
And I will say goodbye tomorrow
‘Cause I know that you
With your heart beating
And your eyes shining
Will be dreaming of me
Lying with you
On a Tuesday morning
And I know that you
With your heart beating
And your eyes shining
Will be dreaming of me
Lying with you
On a Tuesday morning
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I won?t tell anyone else how to be
You can be yourself, but just let me be me
Psyched for another St. Patrick's Day weekend in Boston with the Dropkick Murphys. Celbrating my home town, my heritage, and great music.
"Worker's Song" by Dropkick Murphys
Yeh, this one's for the workers who toil night and day
By hand and by brain to earn your pay
Who for centuries long past for no more than your bread
Have bled for your countries and counted your dead
In the factories and mills, in the shipyards and mines
We've often been told to keep up with the times
For our skills are not needed, they've streamlined the job
And with sliderule and stopwatch our pride they have robbed
We're the first ones to starve, we're the first ones to die
The first ones in line for that pie-in-the-sky
And we're always the last when the cream is shared out
For the worker is working when the fat cat's about
And when the sky darkens and the prospect is war
Who's given a gun and then pushed to the fore
And expected to die for the land of our birth
Though we've never owned one lousy handful of earth?
We're the first ones to starve, we're the first ones to die
The first ones in line for that pie-in-the-sky
And we're always the last when the cream is shared out
For the worker is working when the fat cat's about
We're the first ones to starve, we're the first ones to die
The first ones in line for that pie-in-the-sky
And we're always the last when the cream is shared out
For the worker is working when the fat cat's about
We're the first ones to starve, we're the first ones to die
The first ones in line for that pie-in-the-sky
And we're always the last when the cream is shared out
For the worker is working when the fat cat's about
All of these things the worker has done
From tilling the fields to carrying the gun
We've been yoked to the plough since time first began
And always expected to carry the can
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I won?t tell anyone else how to be
You can be yourself, but just let me be me
"The Dirty Glass" by Dropkick Murphys
Murphy, Murphy, darling dear
I long for you now night and day
Your pain was my pleasure, your sorrow my joy
I feel now I've lost you to health and good cheer
Darcy, when I met you I was five years too young
A boy beyond his age, or so I'd tell someone
Anyone who'd listen and a few who couldn't care
Still I welcomed you with open arms, my love I did share
Darcy, Darcy darling dear,
You left me dying, crying there
In whiskey, gin, and pints of beer
I fell for you my darling dear
You shut me off and you showed me the door
But you always came crawling back begging me for more
I showed you kindness, a stool, and a tab
Then you poured me my pain in a dirty glass
(Yeah, you left him bloody, battered, penniless, and poor)
You know, I often stopped and wondered how you made it through my door
With my brother's new non-duplicate registry ID
Well you bit off more than you could chew the first day you met me.
Darcy, Darcy darling dear,
You left me dying, crying there
In whiskey, gin, and pints of beer
I fell for you my darling dear
You weren't the first to court me mister you won't be the last
Oh, I'm sure I wasn't honey, I know all about your past
Listen to the big shot with his pager on call
You spent most of those nights in my bathroom stall
(Yeah, you got him high, but you left him low)
Mind your own business, boy, how was I to know
That he was just a fiend and a no-good cheat
Well it's all in the past b***h 'cause now I've got it beat.
Darcy, Darcy darling dear,
You left me dying, crying there
In whiskey, gin, and pints of beer
I fell for you my darling dear
Darcy, Darcy darling dear,
You left me dying, crying there
In whiskey, gin, and pints of beer
I fell for you my darling dear
Darcy, Darcy darling dear,
You left me dying, crying there
In whiskey, gin, and pints of beer
I fell for you my darling dear
Darcy, Darcy darling dear,
You left me dying, crying there
In whiskey, gin, and pints of beer
I fell for you my darling dear
Dear
My dear, my dear
Darcy, Darcy my darling dear
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I won?t tell anyone else how to be
You can be yourself, but just let me be me
"Fields Of Athenry" by Dropkick Murphys
By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl calling
Michael, they have taken you away,
For you stole Trevelyan'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 cut 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 the 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.
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.
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I won?t tell anyone else how to be
You can be yourself, but just let me be me
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"Bastards On Parade" by Dropkick Murphys
I've lost all the time that I have in this world
I spent it unwisely. Unwisely you see
And I can't get it back
And I can't move forward
I'm broken and I'm empty
It's over for me
If I could undo all the wrongs that I've caused
Fall to my knees pray for swiftness and just
For I'm just a fool
A fool driven to dust
And the world ain't gonna change for me
So give me one more chance to prove these problems and frustrations
aren't just manifest in memories we're destined to repeat
A second chance to prove I know right from wrong
I swear I'll do things different but can't promise to be strong
So come on all you losers, you bastards and cheats
Vagrants and barflies down on the streets
Follow this path to salvation vindication awaits
We're marching on East Broadway streets tonight
If you can look into this old face and try to see the young man
I swear I once was pretty, not the monster you now see
But I squandered all my chances
Lost my faith and took for granted
This life and precious one chance the whirlwind I'll reep
If I could undo all the wrongs that I've caused
Fall to my knees pray for swiftness and just
For I'm just a fool
A fool driven to dust
And the world ain't gonna change for me
So come on all you losers, you bastards and cheats
Vagrants and barflies down on the streets
Follow this path to salvation vindication awaits
We're marching on East Broadway streets tonight
So come on all you losers, you bastards and cheats
Vagrants and barflies down on the streets
Follow this path to salvation vindication awaits
We're marching on East Broadway streets tonight
So come on all you losers, you bastards and cheats
Vagrants and barflies down on the streets
Follow this path to salvation vindication awaits
We're marching on East Broadway streets tonight
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I won?t tell anyone else how to be
You can be yourself, but just let me be me
"As One" by Dropkick Murphys
Tonight my son I'll heed the call. If you're to live, then I must fall.
Just give me one more moment, another walk out in the sun
one more day to find some justice with your shadow by my side
Cuff me, tie me, lock me down, cause I'll be back to go another round
As one- my blood runs red beneath the knife,
I'll give my soul to you tonight
From early on I was on my own with no light to guide my way,
then the hand of destiny called me only now I understand
Interwoven our lives became, bonded by blood, no need to be repaid
As one...
As one...
Just give me one more moment with your shadow by my side
and we will always be together as one
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I won?t tell anyone else how to be
You can be yourself, but just let me be me