Biografia:
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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Outras músicas:
- 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
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
***Spancil Hill - Trad.
from the Late Late Show 1994
Spancil Hill as performed by Shane MacGowan & Christy Moore
Bm A Bm
Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
Bm D A
My mind being bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly
Bm D A
I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind
Bm A Bm
And I shortly came to anchor at the cross of Spancil Hill
It being the 23rd June the day before the fair
When lreland's sons and daughters all assembled there
The young and the old, the brave and the bold their journey to fulfill
But the little church in Cloony a mile from Spancil Hill
I went to see my neighbors to see what they would say
The old ones were all dead and gone and the young one's turning grey
I met with tailor Quigley, he's as bould as ever still
Sure he used to make my britches when I lived in Spancil Hill
I paid a flying visit to my first and only love
She's as fair as any lily and as gentle as a dove
She threw her arms around me saying "Johnny I love you still
" Oh she's Ned the rangers daughter and the flower of Spancil HiII
I dreamt I hold and kissed her as in the days of yore
She said, "Johnny you're only joking as many's the time before"
The cock crew in the morning he crew both loud and shrill
And I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill.
***Version 2*** by Lefthandluke
Chords I use are very simple:
DM C
DM F C
DM F C
DM C
This is the original version of "Spancilhill".
All the characters and places in this song are real. It is a song written by a 23
year old man in the full knownedge that he was mortally ill. He knew he would die
far from home and far from his loved one whom he would never see again.
Many thanks to Robbie McMahon, Spancilhill, Co. Clare for keeping the song and it's
stories alive and for sharing them with us.
Spancilhill
Last night as I lay dreaming, of the pleasant days gone by,
My mind being bent on rambling and to Erin's Isle I did fly.
I stepped on board a vision and sailed out with a will,
'Till I gladly came to anchor at the Cross of Spancilhill.
Enchanted by the novelty, delighted with the scenes,
Where in my early childhood, I often times have been.
I thought I heard a murmur, I think I hear it still,
'Tis that little stream of water at the Cross of Spancilhill.
And to amuse my fancy, I lay upon the ground,
Where all my school companions, in crowds assembled 'round.
Some have grown to manhood, while more their graves did fill,
Oh I thought we were all young again, at the Cross of Spancilhill.
It being on a Sabbath morning, I thought I heard a bell,
O'er hills and vallies sounded, in notes that seemed to tell,
That Father Dan was coming, his duty to fulfill,
At the parish church of Clooney, just one mile from Spancilhill.
And when our duty did commence, we all knelt down in prayer,
In hopes for to be ready, to climb the Golden Stair.
And when back home returning, we danced with right good will,
To Martin Moilens music, at the Cross of Spancilhill.
It being on the twenty third of June, the day before the fair,
Sure Erin's sons and daughters, they all assembled there.
The young, the old, the stout and the bold, they came to sport and kill,
What a curious combination, at the Fair of Spancilhill.
I went into my old home, as every stone can tell,
The old boreen was just the same, and the apple tree over the well,
I miss my sister Ellen, my brothers Pat and Bill,
Sure I only met my strange faces at my home in Spancilhill.
I called to see my neighbors, to hear what they might say,
The old were getting feeble, and the young ones turning grey.
I met with tailor Quigley, he's as brave as ever still,
Sure he always made my breeches when I lived in Spancilhill.
I paid a flying visit, to my first and only love,
She's as pure as any lilly, and as gentle as a dove.
She threw her arms around me, saying Mike I love you still,
She is Mack the Rangers daughter, the Pride of Spancilhill.
I thought I stooped to kiss her, as I did in days of yore,
Says she Mike you're only joking, as you often were before,
The cock crew on the roost again, he crew both loud and shrill,
And I awoke in California, far far from Spancilhill.
But when my vision faded, the tears came in my eyes,
In hope to see that dear old spot, some day before I die.
May the Joyous King of Angels, His Choicest Blessings spill,
On that Glorious spot of Nature, the Cross of Spancilhill.
Michael Considine... born circa 1859 and died circa 1873
from the Late Late Show 1994
Spancil Hill as performed by Shane MacGowan & Christy Moore
Bm A Bm
Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
Bm D A
My mind being bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly
Bm D A
I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind
Bm A Bm
And I shortly came to anchor at the cross of Spancil Hill
It being the 23rd June the day before the fair
When lreland's sons and daughters all assembled there
The young and the old, the brave and the bold their journey to fulfill
But the little church in Cloony a mile from Spancil Hill
I went to see my neighbors to see what they would say
The old ones were all dead and gone and the young one's turning grey
I met with tailor Quigley, he's as bould as ever still
Sure he used to make my britches when I lived in Spancil Hill
I paid a flying visit to my first and only love
She's as fair as any lily and as gentle as a dove
She threw her arms around me saying "Johnny I love you still
" Oh she's Ned the rangers daughter and the flower of Spancil HiII
I dreamt I hold and kissed her as in the days of yore
She said, "Johnny you're only joking as many's the time before"
The cock crew in the morning he crew both loud and shrill
And I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill.
***Version 2*** by Lefthandluke
Chords I use are very simple:
DM C
DM F C
DM F C
DM C
This is the original version of "Spancilhill".
All the characters and places in this song are real. It is a song written by a 23
year old man in the full knownedge that he was mortally ill. He knew he would die
far from home and far from his loved one whom he would never see again.
Many thanks to Robbie McMahon, Spancilhill, Co. Clare for keeping the song and it's
stories alive and for sharing them with us.
Spancilhill
Last night as I lay dreaming, of the pleasant days gone by,
My mind being bent on rambling and to Erin's Isle I did fly.
I stepped on board a vision and sailed out with a will,
'Till I gladly came to anchor at the Cross of Spancilhill.
Enchanted by the novelty, delighted with the scenes,
Where in my early childhood, I often times have been.
I thought I heard a murmur, I think I hear it still,
'Tis that little stream of water at the Cross of Spancilhill.
And to amuse my fancy, I lay upon the ground,
Where all my school companions, in crowds assembled 'round.
Some have grown to manhood, while more their graves did fill,
Oh I thought we were all young again, at the Cross of Spancilhill.
It being on a Sabbath morning, I thought I heard a bell,
O'er hills and vallies sounded, in notes that seemed to tell,
That Father Dan was coming, his duty to fulfill,
At the parish church of Clooney, just one mile from Spancilhill.
And when our duty did commence, we all knelt down in prayer,
In hopes for to be ready, to climb the Golden Stair.
And when back home returning, we danced with right good will,
To Martin Moilens music, at the Cross of Spancilhill.
It being on the twenty third of June, the day before the fair,
Sure Erin's sons and daughters, they all assembled there.
The young, the old, the stout and the bold, they came to sport and kill,
What a curious combination, at the Fair of Spancilhill.
I went into my old home, as every stone can tell,
The old boreen was just the same, and the apple tree over the well,
I miss my sister Ellen, my brothers Pat and Bill,
Sure I only met my strange faces at my home in Spancilhill.
I called to see my neighbors, to hear what they might say,
The old were getting feeble, and the young ones turning grey.
I met with tailor Quigley, he's as brave as ever still,
Sure he always made my breeches when I lived in Spancilhill.
I paid a flying visit, to my first and only love,
She's as pure as any lilly, and as gentle as a dove.
She threw her arms around me, saying Mike I love you still,
She is Mack the Rangers daughter, the Pride of Spancilhill.
I thought I stooped to kiss her, as I did in days of yore,
Says she Mike you're only joking, as you often were before,
The cock crew on the roost again, he crew both loud and shrill,
And I awoke in California, far far from Spancilhill.
But when my vision faded, the tears came in my eyes,
In hope to see that dear old spot, some day before I die.
May the Joyous King of Angels, His Choicest Blessings spill,
On that Glorious spot of Nature, the Cross of Spancilhill.
Michael Considine... born circa 1859 and died circa 1873
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