The Pogues Singles

The Pogues and Kirsty MacColl - Fairytale Of New York


November 1991 - WEA Records


01 |
 Fairytale of New York
02 |
03 |
 A Pair Of Brown Eyes (Live)
04 |
 The Sick Bed of Cuchulainn (live)
05 |
 Maggie May (Live)


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 a corner
Then danced through the night

The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were 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

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
I am Francisco Vázquez García
I am welcome to Almería
We have sin gas and con leche
We have fiesta and feria
We have the song of the Chochona
We have brandy and half corona
And leonardo and his accordione
And kalamari and macaroni

Come all you rambling boys of pleasure
And ladies of easy leisure
We must say adiós! until we see
Almería once again
There is a minstrel, there you see,
And he stoppeth one in three
He whispers in this ones ear
Will you kindly kill that doll for me
Now he has won Chochona in the bingo
All the town has watched this crazy gringo
As he pulls off the dolls head laughing
And miraldo! throws it's body in the sea

El veinticinco de agosto
Abrió sus ojos Jaime Fearnley
Pero él bebe cincuenta Gin-campari
Y se tendió para cerrarlos
Y Costello el rey del América
Y suntuosa Kate O'Riordan
No romperán mis cojones
Los gritos fuera de las casas
One summer evening drunk to hell
I stood there nearly lifeless
An old man in the corner sang
Where the water lilies grow
And on the jukebox johnny sang
About a thing called love
And it's how are you kid and what's your name
And how would you bloody know?
In blood and death 'neath a screaming sky
I lay down on the ground
And the arms and legs of other men
Were scattered all around
Some cursed, some prayed, some prayed then cursed
Then prayed and bled some more
And the only thing that I could see
Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me
But when we got back, labeled parts one to three
There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me

And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go
For a pair of brown eyes

I looked at him he looked at me
All I could do was hate him
While ray and philomena sang
Of my elusive dream
I saw the streams, the rolling hills
Where his brown eyes were waiting
And I thought about a pair of brown eyes
That waited once for me
So drunk to hell I left the place
Sometimes crawling sometimes walking
A hungry sound came across the breeze
So I gave the walls a talking
And I heard the sounds of long ago
From the old canal
And the birds were whistling in the trees
Where the wind was gently laughing

And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go
For a pair of brown eyes
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 cursing 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
Wake up, Maggie, I think I got something to say to you.
It's late September, and I really should be back at school.
I know I keep you amused, but I feel I'm being used.
Oh Maggie, I couldn't have tried any more.
You led me away from home just to save you from being alone.
You stole my heart, and that's what really hurts.

The morning sun when it's in your face really shows your age,
But that don't worry me none. In my eyes you're everything.
I laughed at all of your jokes; my love, you didn't need to coax.
Oh Maggie, I couldn't have tried any more.
You led me away from home, just to save you from being alone.
You stole my soul, and that's a pain I can do without.

All I needed was a friend to lend a guiding hand.
But you turned into a lover, and
mother, what a lover! you wore me out!
All you did was wreck my bed
and in the morning kick me in the head.
Oh Maggie, I couldn't have tried anymore.
You led me away from home 'cause you didn't want to be alone
You stole my heart. I couldn't leave you if I tried.

I suppose I could collect my books and get on back to school,
Or steal my daddy's cue and make a living out of playing pool,
Or find myself a rock and roll band that needs a helpin' hand.
Oh Maggie, I wish I'd never seen your face.
You made a first-class fool out of me,
But I'm as blind as a fool can be.
You stole my heart, but I love you anyway.

Maggie, I wish I'd never seen your face.
I'll get on back home one of these days.