Shane MacGowan & The Popes

Shane MacGowan - My Way

DETAILS:

8th April 1996 - ZANG79CD 0630-14707-2 (ZTT Records)

TRACK LIST

01 |
 My Way
02 |
 Song With No Name
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03 |
 Aisling
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04 |
 My Way... (Your Way - Away With You) (instrumental)

Lyrics

And now the end is near, and so I face the final curtain,
My friend, I'll say it clear,
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
I've lived a life that's full, I travelled each and every highway,
And more, much more than this, I did it my way.

Regrets I have a few, but then again, too few to mention,
I did what I had to do, and saw it thru' without exception,
I planned each chartered course,
Each careful step along the by-way.
And more, much more than this, I did it my way.

Yes there were times, I'm sure you knew,
When I bit off more than I could chew,
But thru' it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up, and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall, and did it my way.

I've loved, I've laughed and cried, I've had my fill,
My share of losing, and now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.
To think I did all that, and may I say, not in a shy way
Oh, no, oh no not me, I did it my way.

For what is a man, what has he got,
if not himself, then he has not
To say the things he truly feels,
And not the words of one who kneels,
The record shows I took the blows, and did it my way
Long years ago I fell in love
With a lady proud and fair
So passionate were she and I
We made fire in the air
I loved her more than life itself
She loved me just the same
And it broke my heart
To think we'd part if she ended the affair

But I was brutal, I was ignorant
I was cruel I was brash
I never gave a damn about
The beauty that I smashed
No sadist I, I took delight
In making my Love cry
Now I'd pray for a single kiss from her
To be lashed and crucified

And now I feel this lady fair
Can never more be mine
Long gone are night in my lonely bed
All suffering and crying
And though I fear that through this life
She'll only call me friend
'Till I'm dead and buried in my grave
My Love will never end
See the moon is once more rising
Above our our land of black and green
Hear the rebels voice is calling
"I shall not die, though you bury me!"
Hear the Aunt in bed a-dying
"Where is my Johnny?"
Faded pictures in the hallway
Which one of these brown ghosts is he?

Fare thee well my black haired diamond
Fare the well my own Aisling
Thoughts of and dreams of you will haunt me
'Till I come back home again

And the wind it blows
To the North and South
And blows to the East and West
I'll be just like that wind my love
For I will have no rest
'Til I return to thee

Bless the wind that shakes the barley
Curse the spade and curse the plough
Waking in the morning early
I wish to Hell I was with you now
One, two, three, four telephone poles
Give me a drink of poitin
Madness from the mountains crawling
When I first met you my own Aisling

Fare thee well my black haired diamond
Fare the well my own Aisling
Thoughts of and dreams of you will haunt me
'Till I come back home again

Fare thee well my black haired diamond
Fare the well my own Aisling
Thoughts of and dreams of you will haunt me
'Till I come back home again
Instrumental