Biografía:
The Pogues is a band of mixed Irish and English background, playing traditional Irish music with influences from punk rock and folk, formed in 1982 and fronted by Shane MacGowan. The band reached international prominence in the 1980s and early 1990s. MacGowan left the band in 1991 due to drinking problems but the band continued first with Joe Strummer and then with Spider Stacy on vocals before breaking up in 1996.[1] The band reformed in 2001, and has been playing regularly ever since
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Otras canciones:
- A Pair Of Brown Eyes
- Bottle Of Smoke
- Boys From County Hell
- Dirty Old Town
- Fairytale Of New York
- I'm A Man You Don't Meet Everyday
- If I Should Fall From Grace With God
- Irish Rover
- Love You 'till The End
- Love You Till The End
- Streams Of Whiskey
- The Auld Triangle
- The Sunny Side Of The Street
- Thousands Are Sailing
- Turkish Song Of The Damned
- Whiskey Your The Devil
- 5 Green Queens And Jean
- A Rainy Night In Soho
- Aisling
- And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda
- Angel Of Death
- Auld Triangle
- Back In The County Hell
- Bastard Landlord
- Battle March Medley
- Battle Of Brisbane
- Billys Bones
- Birmingham Six
- Boat Train
- Body Of An American
- Boys From The County Hell
- Broad Majestic Shannon
- Ceilidh Cowboy
- Chinos Place
- Church Of The Holy Spook
- Come To The Bower
- Cotton Fields
- Cracklin Rosie
- Curse Of Love
- Danny Boy
- Dark Streets Of London
- Donegal Express
- Down All The Days
- Down In The Ground Where The Dead Men Go
- Everyman Is A King
- Fiesta
- Gartloney Rats
- Gentleman Soldier
- Ghost Of A Smile
- Girl From The Wadi Hammamat
- Greenland Whale Fisheries
- Haunted
- Haunting
- Hells Ditch
- Her Father Didnt Like Me Anyway
- Holloway Boulevard
- Honky Tonk Women
- Hot Dogs With Everything
- House Of The Gods
- Im A Man You Dont Meet Every Day
- In And Out
- Jacks Heroes
- Jesse James
- Johnny Come Lately
- Kitty
- Leaving Of Liverpool
- Limerick Rake
- Living In A World Without Her
- London Calling Live
- London Girl
- London Youre A Lady
- Lonesome Highway
- Lorcas Novena
- Lorelei
- Lullaby Of London
- Maggie Mae
- Medley
- Mexican Funeral In Paris
- Miss Otis Regrets Just One Of Those Things
- Misty Morning Albert Bridge
- Modern World
- More Pricks Than Kicks
- Mother Mo Chro
- Muirshin Durkin
- My Blue Heaven
- Nancy Whiskey
- Navigator
- Night Train To Lorca
- Nw3
- Once Upon A Time
- Pachinko
- Paddy Rolling Stone
- Pair Of Brown Eyes
- Poor Paddy
- Rain Street
- Rainbow Man
- Rainy Night In Soho
- Rare Old Mountain Dew
- Rising Of The Moon
- Rock N Roll Paddy
- Roddy Mccorley
- Sally Mclennane
- Sayonara
- Sea Shanty
- Sit Down By The Fire
- Six To Go
- Skipping Rhymes
- Small Hours
- Snake With Eyes Of Garnet
- Song With No Name
- South Australia
- Spancil Hill
- St John Of Gods
- Star Of The County Down
- Streets Of Sorrow
- Summer In Siam
- Sunnyside Of The Street
- That Womans Got Me Drinking
- The Broad Majestic Shannon
- The Irish Rover
- The Old Main Drag
- The Parting Glass
- The Sun And The Moon
- Tombstone
- Train Of Love
- Transmetropolitan
- Tuesday Morning
- Usa
- Victoria
- When The Ship Comes In
- Whiskey In The Jar
- Whiskey Youre The Devil
- White City
- Wild Cats Of Kilkenny
- Worms
- Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
***Waltzing Matilda - Axxchor
from the album "Rum Sodomy & The Lash"
An alteration of a version by Eric Bogle. This version should match the
arpeggiated chords the banjo plays in the album version of "The Band Played
Waltzing Matilda" by The Pogues.
Waltzing Matilda - as perfomed by The Pogues
Intro: A A A
D A
When I was a young man, I carried my pack.
E A
And I lived the free life, of a rover.
E
>From the Murray's green basin,
D A
To the dusty outback,
E A
I waltzed my matilda all over.
E D A
Then in 1915, my country said "son"
E
"It's time to stop rambling,"
D A
"Cos there's work to be done."
D
So they gave me a tin hat,
A
And they gave me a gun,
E A
And they sent me away to the war.
D A
And the band played Waltzing Matilda,
D E
As we sailed away from the quay.
D
And amidst all the tears,
A
And the shouts and the cheers,
E A
We sailed off for Galipoli
D A
How well I remember that terrible day,
E A
when the blood stained the sand and the water.
E
And how in that hell
D A
that they called Souvla Bay
E A
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.
E D A
Johnny Turk, he was ready, He'd primed himself well.
E
He showered us with bullets,
D A
And he rained us with shells.
D
And in five minutes flat,
A
he'd blown us all to hell.
E A
Nearly blew us right back to Australia.
D A
And the band played Waltzing Matilda,
E
As we stopped to bury our slain.
D
And we buried ours
A
and the Turks buried theirs,
E A
And it started all over again.
D A
Now those who were living, Did their best to survive,
E A
In that mad world of guts, blood, and fire.
E
And for seven long weeks,
D A
I kept myself alive,
E A
As the corpses around me piled higher.
E D A
Then a big Turkish shell, Knocked me arse over tit.
E
And when I awoke
D A
in my hospital bed,
D
And saw what it had done,
A
Christ I wished I was dead.
E A
Never knew there were worse things than dying.
D A
And no more I'll go Waltzing Matilda,
E
To the green bushes so far and near.
D
For to hang tent and pegs
A
A man needs two legs.
E A
No more Waltzing Matilda for me.
D A
So they collected the crippled, The wounded and maimed,
E A
And they shipped us back home to Australia.
E
The legless, the armless,
D A
the blind and insane.
E A
Those proud wounded heroes of Souvla
E D A
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
E
I looked at the place
D A
where my legs used to be.
D
And thank Christ, there was nobody
A
waiting for me,
E A
To grieve and to mourn and to pity.
D A
And the band played Waltzing Matilda,
E
As they carried us down the gangway.
D
But nobody cheered,
A
They just stood and stared,
E A
And they turned their faces away.
D A
And now every April, I sit on my porch,
E A
And I watch the parades pass before me.
E
I see my old comrades,
D A
How proudly they march.
E A
Reliving the dreams of past glory.
E D A
I see the old men, all twisted and torn.
E
The forgotten heroes
D A
of a forgotten war.
D
And the young people ask me,
A
What are they marching for?
E A
And I ask my self the same question.
D A
And the band plays Waltzing Matilda,
E
And the old men still answer the call.
D
But year after year,
A
Their numbers get fewer,
E A
Someday no-one will march there at all.
A D
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
A E
Who'll come a waltzing matilda with me?
Outro: A A E A
from the album "Rum Sodomy & The Lash"
An alteration of a version by Eric Bogle. This version should match the
arpeggiated chords the banjo plays in the album version of "The Band Played
Waltzing Matilda" by The Pogues.
Waltzing Matilda - as perfomed by The Pogues
Intro: A A A
D A
When I was a young man, I carried my pack.
E A
And I lived the free life, of a rover.
E
>From the Murray's green basin,
D A
To the dusty outback,
E A
I waltzed my matilda all over.
E D A
Then in 1915, my country said "son"
E
"It's time to stop rambling,"
D A
"Cos there's work to be done."
D
So they gave me a tin hat,
A
And they gave me a gun,
E A
And they sent me away to the war.
D A
And the band played Waltzing Matilda,
D E
As we sailed away from the quay.
D
And amidst all the tears,
A
And the shouts and the cheers,
E A
We sailed off for Galipoli
D A
How well I remember that terrible day,
E A
when the blood stained the sand and the water.
E
And how in that hell
D A
that they called Souvla Bay
E A
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.
E D A
Johnny Turk, he was ready, He'd primed himself well.
E
He showered us with bullets,
D A
And he rained us with shells.
D
And in five minutes flat,
A
he'd blown us all to hell.
E A
Nearly blew us right back to Australia.
D A
And the band played Waltzing Matilda,
E
As we stopped to bury our slain.
D
And we buried ours
A
and the Turks buried theirs,
E A
And it started all over again.
D A
Now those who were living, Did their best to survive,
E A
In that mad world of guts, blood, and fire.
E
And for seven long weeks,
D A
I kept myself alive,
E A
As the corpses around me piled higher.
E D A
Then a big Turkish shell, Knocked me arse over tit.
E
And when I awoke
D A
in my hospital bed,
D
And saw what it had done,
A
Christ I wished I was dead.
E A
Never knew there were worse things than dying.
D A
And no more I'll go Waltzing Matilda,
E
To the green bushes so far and near.
D
For to hang tent and pegs
A
A man needs two legs.
E A
No more Waltzing Matilda for me.
D A
So they collected the crippled, The wounded and maimed,
E A
And they shipped us back home to Australia.
E
The legless, the armless,
D A
the blind and insane.
E A
Those proud wounded heroes of Souvla
E D A
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
E
I looked at the place
D A
where my legs used to be.
D
And thank Christ, there was nobody
A
waiting for me,
E A
To grieve and to mourn and to pity.
D A
And the band played Waltzing Matilda,
E
As they carried us down the gangway.
D
But nobody cheered,
A
They just stood and stared,
E A
And they turned their faces away.
D A
And now every April, I sit on my porch,
E A
And I watch the parades pass before me.
E
I see my old comrades,
D A
How proudly they march.
E A
Reliving the dreams of past glory.
E D A
I see the old men, all twisted and torn.
E
The forgotten heroes
D A
of a forgotten war.
D
And the young people ask me,
A
What are they marching for?
E A
And I ask my self the same question.
D A
And the band plays Waltzing Matilda,
E
And the old men still answer the call.
D
But year after year,
A
Their numbers get fewer,
E A
Someday no-one will march there at all.
A D
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
A E
Who'll come a waltzing matilda with me?
Outro: A A E A
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