@ARTIST: The Pogues @ALBUM: Peace and Love all songs copyright 1989 Stiff America (BMI) except "Young Ned of the Hill" copyright 1989 Stiff America/Happy Valley Music (BMI). Used without any permission at all, for which someone will surely rot in hell and it ain't gonna be me, Jocko! @SONG: Gridlock (instrumental) @SONG: White City (Shane MacGowan) Here a tower shinning bright Once stood gleaming in the night Where now there's just the rubble In the hole here the paddies and the frogs Came to gamble on the dogs Came to gamble on the dogs not long ago Oh the torn up ticket stubs From a hundred thousand mugs Now washed away with dead dreams in the rain And the car-parks going up And they're pulling down the pubs And its just another bloody rainy day Oh sweet city of my dreams Of speed and skill and schemes Like Atlantis you just disappeared from view And the hare upon the wire Has been burnt upon your pyre Like the black dog that once raced Out from trap two @SONG: Young Ned of the Hill (Terry Woods/Ron Kavana) 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 know 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 @SONG: Misty Morning, Albert Bridge (Jem Finer) 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 dawnbirds sing On a cold and misty morning By the Albert Bridge @SONG: Cotton Fields (Shane MacGowan) Now the party's over And the money's all gone You remember feeling like Jesus' son Your girl has left your side And now you're gonna get crucified They're gonna crucify you Crucify you Crucify you Crucify you In those old cotton fields back home Too late to joke or crack a smile You gotta carry That shit up that drunken mile When they put the electrodes In your brain Even your Mother won't know you're sane First Lord Nelson's sunken ships Now Steve Lillywhite's drunken mix @SONG: Blue Heaven (Philip Chevron/Darryl Hunt) Alligators snap at your ankles And branches snap at your brain If I ever get through this swamp alive I'll nevermore pray for rain This must be the place, and still Somehow it don't seem right That something in the moon Could change these endless days To lonely nights I take a stroll down by the sea And walk along the pier Then I slip and hit my head Now's the time to fear See the surface, see the rocks See my past fly swiftly by I feel the water in my lungs And wake up screaming for my life In my blue heaven There's a bottle of Pontchetrain Chalmette by moonlight To take away the pain Card sharks and blue harps And dolphins who can leap In my Blue Heaven Where I can laugh And I can weep Black shapes zip into corners The big lads start to crawl To holes of their own making In the cracks within the wall Snakes and rats and spiders I know that they're still there I pray to God that I may sleep Without a hope, without a care In my blue heaven There's a bottle of Pontchetrain Chalmette by moonlight To take away the pain Felines and sea lions And rain on the beach In my Blue Heaven With angels who are out of reach In my blue heaven There's a bottle of Pontchetrain Chalmette by moonlight To take away the pain Nightingales sing And the bells they will ring In my Blue Heaven The Bells of Hell Go ding-a-ling-a-ling @SONG: Down All the Days (Shane MacGowan) Christy Brown a clown around town Now he's a man of renown from Dingle to Down I type with me toes Suck stout through me nose And where it's gonna end God only knows Down all the days The tap-tap-tapping Of the typewriter pays The gentle rattling Of the drays Down all the days I have often had to depend upon The kindness of strangers But I've never been asked And I never replied If I supported the Glasgow Rangers Down all the days The tap-tap-tapping Of the typewriter pays The gentle rattling Of the drays Down all the days @SONG: USA (Shane MacGowan) When I was young I watched the cars When I was older I drank in bars When I was young I chewed the leaves When I was older I drank with thieves I found a love She gave me dreams She left me drunk In New Orleans So cold and lonely So all alone I wished my heart Was made of stone I took the cold bright needle I used it as a sword My eyes have seen the glory of The coming of the Lord I burned across the delta I swam across the ford My eyes have seen the glory of The coming of the Lord When I was a young man Standing on this road My empty belly An aching hole An old man said to me "Kid don't you know That it's the same Wherever you go" I gambled in two graveyards I won against the odds With the smiling saints And the silent saviours With the maggots and the gods I cursed the things they showed me I could never see again And the howling of the wind at night I wrote upon the rain I found the thing For which I prayed And came back home To the USA With a heart of stone And now I know That it's the same Wherever you go @SONG: Lorelei (Philip Chevron) You told me tales of love and glory Same old sad songs, same old story The sirens sing no lullaby And no-one knows but Lorelei By castles out of fairytales Timbers shivered where once there sailed The lovesick men who caught her eye And no-one knew but Lorelei River, river have mercy Take me down to the sea For if I perish on these rocks My love no more I'll see I've thought of you in far-off places I've puzzled over lipstick traces So help me God, I will not cry And then I think of Lorelei I travel far and wander wide No photograph of you beside me Ol' man River's not so shy And he remembers Lorelei River, river have mercy Take me down to the sea For if I perish on these rocks My love no more I'll see If I should float upon this stream And see you in my madman's dream I'd sink into your troubled eyes And none would know 'cept Lorelei River, river have mercy Take me down to the sea For if I perish on these rocks My love no more I'll see But if my ship, which sails tomorrow Should crash against these rocks, My sorrows I will drown before I die It's you I'll see, not Lorelei @SONG: Gartloney Rats (Terry Woods) The boys from the village were festering sore For a day on the rant with some music and more They'd drink porter in Maura's way over in Fore And never get drunk but stay sober There was Harry the banjo and Dunne of the swan With whose bone from the wing he'd beat the bodhran And the song that he'd sing was of ganders and all He'd never get drunk but stay sober There was Woods on the Guitar and auld squeeze box too Who came from a time before aeroplanes flew He'd sit in a corner and mule quite a few And he'd never get drunk but stay sober There was Mahon the singer who knew all the songs And never was known to put a foot wrong He'd sing through the night till the break o' the morn And he'd never get drunk but stay sober Then Harry the banjo now there was a man A bottomless pit if ever there was one More porter he'd lower that there was in the land And he'd Never get drunk but stay sober Well the Gartloney Rats would play away They'd play for the pints and not for the pay And the pints they'd go down in the usual way And they'd never get drunk but stay sober @SONG: Boat Train (Shane MacGowan) I met with Napper Tandy And I shook him by the hand He said "Hold me up for Chrissake For I can hardly stand" The most disgraceful journey On which I've ever been The last time that I travelled on The Boat Train I had a couple of drinks in town A few more at the port I puked up on the gangway But some kind folks helped me board They helped me to a table Poured whiskey down my throat They sat me at a table And I lost my watch and coat First we drank some whiskey Then we drank some gin Then we drank tequila I think that's what did me in Then we drank some brandy And the women had a dance The steward then announced That we could play the game of "chance" We crowded round the table With our money in our hands I ended up on the other side Without a penny in my pants I woke up in the toilet When we got to Holyhead The doors were all a-banging And I wished that I was dead We got on board the train And then we had a drink or two Started playing poker But the booze ran out at Crewe Some people started sleeping Others looked for duty free Some bastard started singing "The little cottage by the Lee" He then sang "Paper Roses" "Boolavogue" "Eileen Aru" Somebody started slagging off The Pakis and the Jews First I found some whiskey Then I found some gin I sat down in the corner And I read the Daily News First I drank the whiskey Then I drank the gin I tried to make the toilet And I broke my fuckin shin Next thing that I knew I was in London in the rain Staggering up the platform Off the Boat Train @SONG: Tombstone (Jem Finer) The night is dark, the moon is full Across the blood red plain Every step and every breath Brings me nearer home The spirits watch me on my way They whisper on the wind And when the dawn lights up the sky I'll see my land again A hot wind blows the scrub and dust across the barren land Trees stand bare like skeletons The mountains all torn down The water holes are dry as bones No birds are singing now And faraway a city stands Tombstones against the sky @SONG: Night Train to Lorca (Jem Finer) Across the dark and dusty plain Where scars of old dry rivers run Night unfolds, a coal black shroud Across the hard and stony ground Distant stars shining bright In the cavern of the night All is still and silence screams To the thunder of the Lorca train Flaming steal swift as wind Wires hum the rails ring Smokestack burning fiery sparks Rise up to the stars Towns asleep by empty roads Churches rise from crooked roofs Cloaked in darkness nothing stirs Grow smaller darker disappear See the moon so still and cold A million stars that shed no warmth Your nightmares all come out to play In the silver light Wait for sunrise in the east Long shadows crawl across the plain The ghosts of night will disappear And lay your fears to rest Steam hissed up, the hot coals glowed The furnace blazed, the wheels they rolled On tracks of iron, straight and cold The silver moonlight danced The flames are in the fireman's eye Orange in the engines glow Gleaming pistons whirling cranks Wait for dawn the rooster's crow @SONG: London You're a Lady (Shane MacGowan) Ah London you're a lady Laid out before my eyes Your heart of gold it pulses Between your scarred up thighs Your eyes are full of sadness Red busses skirt your hem Your head-dress is a ring of lights But I would not follow them Your architects were madmen Your builders sane but drunk Among your faded jewels Shine acid house and punk You are a scarlet lady Your streets run red with blood Oh my darling they have used you And covered you with mud It was deep down in your womb my love I drank my quart of sin While chinamen played cards and draughts And knocked back mickey finns Your piss is like a river Its scent is beer and gin Your hell is in the summer And you blossom in the spring September is your purgatory Christmas is your heaven And when the stinking streets of summer Are washed away by rain At the dark end of a lonely street That's where you lose your pain 'Tis then your eyes light up my love And sparkle once again