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Posted By	Discussion Topic: Shane MacGowan Live March 16th NY
Grizzly When I hibernate my cave doubles as a dutch oven. DON'T PANIC	posted on 03-08-2002 @ 12:26 PM
Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01	Hey all - he's one of my favorites, so I though I'd let you all know he's playing Roseland on Saturday March 16th, the day ST. Patrick's Day is being celebrated in the city. Hell's Ditch Life's a bitch, then you die - black hell. Hell's Ditch - naked howling freedom. The killers' hands are bound with chains At six o'clock it starts to rain He'll never see the dawn again Our lady of the flowers Genet's feeling Ramon's dick The guy in the bunk above gets sick In the cell next door the lunatic Starts screaming for his mother Black dildo, black hell, As the Spanish cops ridiculed my gel A mugshot I remember well Little man how you have suffered I could hear the screams from up above If it ain't a fist it isn't love As for our lady she kneels down Her neck is bent, the blade comes down Doing! There goes the breakfast bell Back from heaven, back to hell Naked howling freedom - Hell's Ditch NORTON IS GOD
itsamiata	posted on 03-09-2002 @ 11:01 AM
Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01	Anytime i've seen Shane McGowan live he's been so drunk that he literally passes out on stage and needs to be woken up or just fucks up the words in general. It's always the best time none the less. If you are near the area Black 47 is playing at Connolly's Bar for St. Paty's as well. If you haven't heard them, you should really check em out.
Grizzly When I hibernate my cave doubles as a dutch oven. DON'T PANIC	posted on 03-09-2002 @ 5:10 PM
Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01	Black 47 is definalty enjoyable. I'm holding off till March 29th, when they come visit Rory Dolan's in Yonkers, though. FUNKY CEÍLÍ (Bridie's Song) Bridie was teachin' out in Carysfort I was workin' in the bank 2 pay checks every Friday And a Morris Minor out the back But I was mad for jigs and reels Drinkin' dirty big pints of stout When the Bank of Ireland gave me the boot They said "Don't let the door hit your arse on the way out." Fiddleeee diddleeee deidelydee I was born to play the funky ceílí Over the seas and far away - off to America Fiddleeee diddleee deidelydee Where the wild, wild women were waitin' for me Think of me Bridie whenever you see me there on your MTV I love you, a cushla, but how could I be Without me punky funky ceílí Bridie broke down and started to bawl When I told her about me divorce from the bank She said I've got news of me own, a stor, I'm 2 months late, it's not with the rent She said I'd have to be tellin' her Da So we drove the Morris Minor to Cork The ould fella said "you've got two choices, Castration or a one way ticket to New York!" So here I am up on Bainbridge Avenue Still in one piece but glad I'm alive Drinkin' dirty big glasses of porter Playin' me jigs and me reels and me slides Think of you, Bridie, whenever I'm sober Which isn't too often, I have to confess Take good care of the Morris Minor Bad luck to your Da and give the baby a great big kiss - from his Daddy in the Bronx Oh Bridie, I'm still crazy about you girl Does the baby look like me, Bridie? Has he have red hair and glasses? Oh, Bridie, sell the Morris Minor Come on out to America, girl The pubs never close over here I've got a palace up on Bainbridge Avenue I've got the biggest bed in the world, girl, We can stay in it and make babies forever..... NORTON IS GOD
Trolling For Breasts	posted on 03-11-2002 @ 12:27 AM
Hanger-On Registered: Jan. 02	Black 47 isn't playing Connollys on St Pattys. They usually play the Wetlands but it closed last year. Theyre playing the Knitting Factory downtown. I've seen them the past 2 years on St Pats. Saw Shane McGowan at the Guinness Fleadh and it was a great time. Oh yeah and they are playing the 16th, not on St Patricks day. This message was edited by Trolling For Breasts on 3-11-02 @ 12:31 AM
itsamiata	posted on 03-11-2002 @ 2:30 PM
Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01	DOH!
Grizzly When I hibernate my cave doubles as a dutch oven. DON'T PANIC	posted on 03-15-2002 @ 4:40 PM
Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01	Here's a Friday Triple Threat For Y'all (instead of just writing something lame like "Mmmmm top!") The Sick Bed of Cuchulainn By Shane MacGowan (1985) McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got syph down in Cologne And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone Frank Ryan brought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was curing all the Yids At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair And in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out They took you out into the street and kicked you in the brains So you walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl There was lousy drunken bastards singing Billy is in the bowl They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground But you'll stick your head back out and shout "we'll have another round" At the graveside of Cuchulainn we'll kneel around and pray And God is in His heaven, and Billy's down by the bay Here's my personal favorite Boys from the County Hell By Shane MacGowan (1984) 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 And finally (check the last line) Sit Down By The Fire By Shane MacGowan (1988) Sit down by the fire And I'll tell you a story To send you away to your bed Of the things You hear creeping When everyone's sleeping And you wish you Were out here instead It isn't the mice in the wall It isn't the wind in the well But each night they march Out of that hole in the wall Passing through on their way Out of hell They're the things that You see when you wake up and scream The cold things that follow you Down the Boreen They live in the small wing of Trees on the hill Up at the top of the field And they dance on the rain And they dance on the wind They tap on the window When no-one is in And if ever you see them Pretend that you're dead Or they'll bite off your head They'll rip out your liver And dance on your neck They dance on your head They dance on your chest And they give you the cramp And the cholic for jest They're in the things that You see when you wake up and scream The cold things that follow you Down the Boreen They live in the small wing of Trees on the hill Up at the top of the field They play on the wind They sing in the rain They dance on your eyes They dance in your brain Remember this place It's damp and it is cold The best place on earth But it's dark and it's old So lie near the wall And cover your head Good night and God bless Now fuck off to bed NORTON IS GOD

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