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RIP Shane MacGowan

Posted this in celebrity death thread, truly great poet:

The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks
There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks
You sang me a song as pure as the breeze
Blowing up the road to Glenaveigh
I sat for a while at the cross at Finnoe
Where young lovers would meet when the flowers were in bloom
Heard the men coming home from the fair at Shinrone
Their hearts in Tipperary wherever they go

Take my hand, and dry your tears babe
Take my hand, forget your fears babe
There's no pain, there's no more sorrow
They're all gone, gone in the years babe
 
Which song is this? That is a great lyric.
The Sickbed of Cuchulain

McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands
You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands
When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got syph down in Cologne
And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone
Frank Ryan bought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid
And you decked some fucking black shirt who was cursing all the Yids
At the sick bed of Cúchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
But the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair, whoa!
Well, in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout
But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out
They took you out into the street, kicked you in the brains
So you walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again
At the sick bed of Cúchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair, hey
You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl
There was lazy drunken bastards singing Billy in the bowl
They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch
So, you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church
Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks
And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box
Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground
But you'll stick your head back out and shout "We'll have another round"
At the graveside of Cúchulainn we'll kneel around and pray
And God is in his Heaven and Billy's down by the bay (yah!)
 

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The Sickbed of Cuchulain

McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands
You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands
When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got syph down in Cologne
And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone
Frank Ryan bought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid
And you decked some fucking black shirt who was cursing all the Yids
At the sick bed of Cúchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
But the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair, whoa!
Well, in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout
But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out
They took you out into the street, kicked you in the brains
So you walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again
At the sick bed of Cúchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devil's in the chair, hey
You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl
There was lazy drunken bastards singing Billy in the bowl
They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch
So, you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church
Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks
And they'll take you from this dump you're in and stick you in a box
Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground
But you'll stick your head back out and shout "We'll have another round"
At the graveside of Cúchulainn we'll kneel around and pray
And God is in his Heaven and Billy's down by the bay (yah!)

First tune I put on when I heard the news. RIP Shane
 
Before I saw this thread, I would have posted Flann O'Brien's line about how "the Irish stage Irishman is the finest in the world." But auld Shane was not the worst.
 
Not unexpected, but sad all the same.
Saw the Pogues several times over the years, always a good night.

I also bumped into him once at Brixton Academy (I think it was when I saw The Damned and The Ramones).
Well, it would be more accurate to say he bumped into me - literally - drink had been taken on both sides and I thought we were both going down but I managed to get a hand to his chest and give him a shove. We both remained upright, we clinked (plastic) glasses and went on our way.
 
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