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Fairytale Of New York

(Shane MacGowan/Jem Finer)

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 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 the 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

Living there almost dead on a drip 

In that bed 

You scum bag 

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

The boys of the NYPD choir 

Were singing ´Galway Bay´

And the bells were ringing 

Out for Christmas day

Världens bästa julsång

God jul på er

Fairytale Of New York
(Shane MacGowan/Jem Finer)
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 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 the 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
Living there almost dead on a drip
In that bed

You scum bag
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

The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing ´Galway Bay´
And the bells were ringing
Out for Christmas day

Home For A Rest

Jag har länge trott att denna fantastiskt grymma låt är av Great Big Sea, men fick nyligen veta att den är av Spirit Of The West.
Man lär sig något nytt ibland!
Nåja, låten är fortfarande lika fantastiskt bra!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sPJD3qcIL7s&feature=related

Home For A Rest
(Spirit Of The West)
You´ll have to excuse me, I´m not at my best
I´ve been gone for a month, I´ve been drunk since I left.
These so-called vacations will soon be my death
I´m so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest....

We arrived in December and London was cold,
We stayed in the bars along Jarring cross road.
We never saw nothing, but brass-tops and nook.
Kept a shine on the bar with the sleeves of our coats.

Chorus:
You´ll have to excuse me, I´m not at my best
I´ve been gone for a week, I´ve been drunk since I left.
These so-called vacations will soon be my death
I´m so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest....
Take me home!

Houston station, the train´s heading North,
In the bucket car, we looked back and forth.
I stole crooked dice through Yorkshire´s green fields
We were flung into dance, as the train jigged and reeled.

Chorus:

By the light of the moon, she drift through the streets,
A rare old perfume so seductive and sweet
She teases and flirts as the pubs all close down,
Then walk us on home and deny us a round.

Chorus:

The gas heat is empty, it´s damn past two
The spirits we drank left ghosts in the room
I´m asking again, come on, please take me soon,
And don't lift my head til the twelve bells at noon!

Chorus: