Shane MacGowan

I met my love
By the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream , by the old canal

I kissed my girl , by the factory wall

Dirty old town , Dirty old town




The story of too many lives.
 
Top of the pops live…… stood there refused to mime 😂😂 classic😎😎🥃🥃 never got the chance to see them live sadly. Mate saw them back in the day at Feila music festival. Kicked the granny out of each other on stage after an argument. 😂
 
I met my love
By the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream , by the old canal

I kissed my girl , by the factory wall

Dirty old town , Dirty old town




The story of too many lives.

Written about Salford, by Ewan MacColl.

He certainly knew how to write a good song:

“The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes”

“We wandered through our days as if they would never end
All of us imagined we had endless time to spend
We hardly saw the crossroads and small attention gave
To landmarks on the journey from the cradle to the grave”
 
Written about Salford, by Ewan MacColl.

He certainly knew how to write a good song:

“The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes”

“We wandered through our days as if they would never end
All of us imagined we had endless time to spend
We hardly saw the crossroads and small attention gave
To landmarks on the journey from the cradle to the grave”
Father of Kirsty Macoll
 
Written about Salford, by Ewan MacColl.

He certainly knew how to write a good song:

“The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes”

“We wandered through our days as if they would never end
All of us imagined we had endless time to spend
We hardly saw the crossroads and small attention gave
To landmarks on the journey from the cradle to the grave”
I thought that when I was typing it out lol wasn’t written by him, but it’s always been one of my favourites and no one did it like Shane.
 
Nobody does funerals and wakes like Paddy's. Would be going back to the 40s--50s my dad used to tell us a tale about the corpse being laid out in the open coffin on the table in the front parlour the night before the burial, everyone and anyone would call to pay their last respects. They obviously would partake in liquid refreshments and maybe play a little music, and the craic would begin. The story goes that when they came to closing the coffin lid on the morning of the funeral they noticed that someone had swapped shirts with the deceased. 🇮🇪🇮🇪
 
Nobody does funerals and wakes like Paddy's. Would be going back to the 40s--50s my dad used to tell us a tale about the corpse being laid out in the open coffin on the table in the front parlour the night before the burial, everyone and anyone would call to pay their last respects. They obviously would partake in liquid refreshments and maybe play a little music, and the craic would begin. The story goes that when they came to closing the coffin lid on the morning of the funeral they noticed that someone had swapped shirts with the deceased. 🇮🇪🇮🇪
More craic at an Irish wake than an English wedding, some say....
 
Yeh I don’t though. Still, at least if it’s true you’ve no need to post on a thread about a true legends passing.
 
I'd find it hard to believe that somebody didn't know Fairytale of New York.

It's almost unavoidable.
Perhaps, but I haven't been able to understand the words of songs since those electric organs started to create a wall of sound so that the tinnitus blurs the syllables of the lyrics.
 
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