quote:Originally posted by Mr. Jack Burton: Whoa, thought there would be more love for these boys... Dang..
They're hardly even known stateside except for Fairytale of New York and even then I'd say the number that knows that song is relatively small.
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Ok you guys, let me fill you all in. The Pogues are a rag bag bunch of pirates scallywags and of course talented musicians headed up by the most outrageous charecter in the history of music this side of the pond, Shane Mc Gowan.. They're music is without equal in the pub songs category and there is no better way to get drunk and start some aggro than to the sound of the Pogues!! So when your in the mood for drinkin, smokin, screamin, and fightin, stick on their stuff, and away ya go!! Just think of the video to Jump Around by House of Pain... That's pretty much it!! So for your ol pal Jack Burton, if you do one thing before Christmas, buy a Pogues CD, get drunk, and pick a fight with a stranger who's feelin the same, then when you've finished, have a drink together!!!!!
And just so you know, Shane is an amazing songwriter also, check this out:
The Body of an American By Shane MacGowan (1986) The cadillac stood by the house And the yanks they were within And the tinker boys they hissed advice 'Hot-wire her with a pin' Then we turned and shook as we had a look In the room where the dead men lay So big Jim Dwyer made his last trip To the home where his father's laid
But fifteen minutes later We had our first taste of whiskey There was uncles giving lectures On ancient Irish history The men all started telling jokes And the women they got frisky At five o'clock in the evening Every ******* there was piskey
Fare thee well going away There's nothing left to say Farewell to New York City boys To Boston and PA He took them out With a well-aimed clout He was often heard to say I'm a free born man of the USA
He fought the champ in Pittsburgh And he slashed him to the ground He took on Tiny Tartanella And it only went one round He never had no time for reds For drink or dice or whores And he never threw a fight Unless the fight was right So they sent him to the war
Fare the well gone away There's nothing left to say With a slainte Joe and Erin go My love's in Amerikay The calling of the rosary Spanish wine from far away I'm a free born man of the USA
This morning on the harbour When I said goodbye to you I remember how I swore That I'd come back to you one day And as the sunset came to meet The evening on the hill I told you I'd always love you I always did and I always will
Fare thee well gone away There's nothing left to say 'cept to say adieu To your eyes as blue As the water in the bay And to big Jim Dwyer The man of wire Who was often heard to say I'm a free born man of the USA
Now if that don't do it for ya, then I give up folks!! I'm Jack Burton, and you've been terrific..
[ 21. November 2008, 00:29: Message edited by: Mr. Jack Burton ]
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