Кто был на концерте в Москве? По-моему лучшее событие в прошедшем году) Шэйн молодец!

Вот похожий на Pogues трек...молодое поколение растет )))
хотя их другие песни немного другие...
кто что похожее откопал?

 

 
 

Только что смотрел(еще не досмотрел) док.фильм про секс пистолс - грязь и ненависть(the filth and the fury).....там на 32 минуте Шейн поет одну их песню...типа увидев их, понял что тоже может и хочет быть музыкантом :)

 Хорошо у них вместе получается...

 

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Shane's yule blog: sleeping, gigging and holding court
The nearest thing you'll get to a sentimental Christmas message from The Pogues frontman.
December 21, 2006 11:07 AM


'on that stage we become the troubadours of old, and we make our joyous noise.'

Last Tuesday I was woken by hotel security breaking down the door. It was minutes before I was due onstage with The Pogues at Brixton Academy, and people were understandably concerned that I hadn't yet emerged. It's fair to say I'm not much of a day person; I'd been up all night talking with friends, holding court, then overslept somewhat. So I'm grateful to the human alarm clocks around me for saving the day.

Despite being rudely dragged from my bed, I played a brilliant gig, the band were superb, the audience were unruly and partisan and from every possible species. Every now and then someone decides to change the set and we put in stuff we haven't played for 20 years; this time it was Poor Paddy and The Auld Triangle.

Some of the touring party are as bickering and bitchy as ever from time to time, but that's to be expected with the group history. These days, it's all carefully managed into a productive, well-oiled machine, pun intended. The cracks are smoothed over and the old animosities aren't flattered with the opportunity to make waves. Once we're on that stage we become the troubadours of old, and we make our joyous noise.

Afterwards I continue the far more serious business of holding court: whether backstage or back at the hotel. My birthday's the December 25, so congregations of people coming to praise me this time of year have a fitting resonance. The gigs are a celebration of friendships as much as music, with reunions in the crowd as well as the ones onstage. I relish these gatherings of old and new friends more than ever. It's not like the mercenary thrall I sense from some autograph hunters, who are just dazzled by a misplaced Holy Grail concept of celebrity. And who don't even have the good manners to offer me a drink before popping the autograph question. Proper Holding Court in my case is the simple joy of enjoying the moment, and enjoying the company of others enjoying the moment.

And that's as sentimental a Christmas message as you're getting from me, O digital Guardianistas. Have a good one, and I'll see you around.

Érin go Bragh!!!
Seán Mac Gabhan


 

Boys from The County Hell


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, 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



And it's lend me ten pounds, I'll buy you a drink

And mother wake me early in the morning



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 it's lend me ten pounds, I'll buy you a drink

And mother wake me early in the morning



But now I've the most charming of verandahs

I sit and watch the junkies, the drunks, the pimps, the whores

Five green bottles sitting on the floor

I wish to christ, I wish to christ

That I had fifteen more



And it's lend me ten pounds, I'll buy you a drink

And mother wake me early in the morning



And it's lend me ten pounds, I'll buy you a drink

And mother wake me early in the morning



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 at mai lei in vietnam



And it's lend me ten pounds and I'll buy you a drink

And mother wake me early in the morning



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 it's lend me ten pounds and I'll buy you a drink

And mother wake me early in the morning



And it's lend me ten pounds and I'll buy you a drink

And mother wake me early in the morning

 

я че первый чтоли?
люблю Pogues....первый раз обратил на них внимание, когда услышал их концертный альбом на радио Эхо москвы )))
потом сразу нашел два первых альбома )))
вобщем очень нра :)