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Monday 2nd March 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on March 2, 2020 by bishshat

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Forever Yesterday

Barclay James Harvest

Talk about a loser, I was just about to go
When someone grabbed me by the arm, a man I did not know
He said he’d been a drover, a member of the clan
With runrig in his very soul and nowhere left to stand

Now me I’m just a highland boy and cottar was my trade
He’d seen me at Kildoanan when the black-face came to stay
He’d oatcakes and he’d whisky and one foot in the grave
For us it’s over
Bitter tears began to fall as whisky tore away the years
From the straths and the braes
Forever yesterday

The royal George it was that brought the Countess to our door
She wanted us to leave the hills for crofts upon the moor
She took our piece of paradise and left us on the shore
For us it’s over
Bitter tears began to fall as whisky tore away the years
From the straths and the braes
Forever yesterday

They cleared the clans from Strathnavar, the heart of Sutherland
They cleared us from our highland homes by ship to foreign glens
There’s Linton and there’s Cheviot and red deer on the bens
For us it’s over, over, over, my friend

River Of Dreams

When I was a young man
Money was my hero
Something to believe in
Something to be seen

Now looking at the big lie
Looking back on my life
I’m adding up the zeros
In the book of might have been

When I was a young man
I was someone’s hero
Someone to be seen with
Someone to believe

Now looking at the big lie
Looking back on my life
All that dirty water
In the river of my dreams

All that dirty water in my dreams

When I was a young man
Being cool came easy
Playing in the big lights
Trouble came for free

Now looking at the big lie
Looking back on my life
Trying to find the good seed
Now I’m down here in the weeds

All that dirty water in my dreams
All that dirty water in my dreams

When I was a young man
Music was my saviour
Took me to the fast lane
Answered all my needs

Now looking at the big lie
Looking back on my life
All it did was show me
All the things that might have been

All that dirty water in my dreams

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Fairytale Of New York

The Pogues

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
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 are ringing
Out for Christmas day

You’re a bum
You’re a punk
You’re an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead
On a drip in that bed

You scumbag
You maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God
It’s our last

The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing ‘Galway Bay’
And the bells are ringing
Out for Christmas day

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
Still singing ‘Galway Bay’
And the bells are ringing
Out for Christmas day

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