the pogues

são patrício & the pogues…

sabe aquele tipo de situação que a gente deveria eternizar numa garrafa (bem fechadinha)?

isso, um momento que você sabe que jamais voltará a cruzar com ele… um instante único, abarrotado de emoções, de visões escalafobéticas, sons & cheiros inigualáveis.

pois é, coincidentemente, hoje, o dia de são patrício me leva para uma das páginas mais inoxidáveis da minha vidinha durante as celebrações do dia Dele, em 1988…

poguespogues2.tico(joe strummer sorrindo ao fundo)

pogues.tico

ok, não existe a tal garrafa mas as fotocas, as lembranças (né, zé?) e o show do town & country no youtube estarão para sempre cutucando meu coraçãozinho…

the pogues forévis

cheers

ainda é natal…

Songwriters: FINER, JEREMY MAX / MACGOWAN, SHANE PATRICK LYSAGHT
It was christmas eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me: won’t see another one
And then they 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
Where all our dreams come true.

They got cars big as bars
They 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 yelled out for more
Sinatra was swinging all the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night.

And the boys from 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.

And the boys of the NYPD choir’s still 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 out alone
I´ve built my dreams around you

And the boys of the NYPD choir’s still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out
For christmas day

the dubliNer…

phil forévis!

TheSeanieboy 3 hours ago

Bless you Philip may your soul rest in peace. I have loved this song. I remember the black and white video of people leaving Ireland. This song is your song. I know Shane sang it too, but your version is the one I have always loved. God look after all the remaining Pogues. I will be at Brixton on 20/12//2013 for the annual xmas gig. The years are going so quickly. Rest easy Philp. Forever in our thoughts.

no elevador com bruce…

PQParille, PQParille, PQParille, PQParille!

12outubro1988 / parque antártica (campo do palmeiras) / são paulo

show promovido pela anistia internacional em comemoração aos quarenta anos da declaração dos direitos humanos!

e lá estava eu… para conferir, sobretudo, the boss + peter gabriel + youssou n’dour!

a trupe estava hospedada no hilton… por onde negozinho transitava calmamente!

no dia do show, o chapa beni e eu fomos encontrar alguém que estava lá.

entramos, sozinhos, no elevador… que parou na sobreloja… no que abriu a porta, apareceu um gigante de três metros de altura por uns outros três de largura!

o monstro olhou pra dentro do elevador e se deparou com os dois mulambos no interior…

em seguida, olhou pro lado e fez um sinal como se desse autorização!

nisso, quem aparece pra se juntar a nós no elevador?

quem?

THE BOSS!

hahaha…

de toalha no pescoço, todo suado, saindo da malhation… o caboclo entrou tranquilão no elevator.

beni e eu nos olhamos sem acreditar no que estava acontecendo… e torcemos para bruce ir até o andar 428!

aí é que a chapa ferveu, segura:

eu estava com uma camiseta do the pogues.. e no que mister springsteen bateu o olho nela, já chegou perguntando:

– oh, the pogues! d’you like the band?

eu que já estava em marte, fui transportado para um beco espiritual até hoje desconhecido!

gaguejei… “y y y y yex”!

tá acompanhando?

e a chapa explodiu… pois, bruce começou a cantar “fairytale of new york”, lançada naquele ano pelo the pogues!

alguns segundos depois, bruce se despediu da gente e carregou o monstro.

ainda ficamos congelados dentro daquela geringonça por alguns minutos… subindo & descendo, subindo & descendo!

PQParille!

( :

e eu não estava com a xeretinha… e o show, dá pra sentir a vibe ali em cima, né?

pré_natal!

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


copyright 1988 Shane MacGowan & Jem Finer