The friggin' Pogues on St. Paddy's Day!! You guys get everything out there. And Billy Bragg opening the Sunday show? Get right out of town...or rather, stay in town, because all the cool shit happens in New York.
And speaking of The Pogues and New York, here's one of, if not my favorite, Christmas songs. When you think of depressing Christmas-time ballads/scenes usually Tom Waits pops into the head first, right? Well, this gives any boozy-buying-a-prostitute-a-drink-on-Christmas-Eve-collect-calls-home-
only-to-hang-up-when-your-mother-answers state of mind Waits could ever dream up a run for its money:
Fairytale Of New York
It was christmas eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, wont 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
Ive got a feeling
This years for me and you
So happy christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
Theyve got cars big as bars
Theyve got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
Its 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
Youre a bum
Youre a punk
Youre 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 its 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
Cant make it all alone
Ive built my dreams around you
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