December 25, 2012

  • Fairytale of New York

     

    It was christmas eve babe,
    In the drunk tank,
    An old man said to me: won’t see another one.
    And then they 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,
    I´ve got a feeling,
    This year’s for me and you.
    So happy christmas,
    I love you baby,
    I can see a better time,
    Where all our dreams come true.

    They got cars big as bars,
    They got rivers of gold,
    But the wind goes right through you,
    It´s 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 yelled out for more.
    Sinatra was swinging all the drunks they were singing,
    We kissed on a corner,
    Then danced through the night.

    Fairytale of New York by the Pogues feat Kirsty Maccoll
    http://frederickfung.xanga.com/audio/995574006128/

Comments (3)

  • “Fairytale of New York was named after the novel of the same name, by J.
    P. Dunleavy, and Shane named the song after it was written. Both the
    book and the novel adress the same subject: New York’s hollow dream and
    the emptyness that belies the showy lifestyle of its inhabitents. So
    yes, this is a love song, but it is much more than that, hence the line:
    ‘They’ve got cars big as bars/They’ve got rivers of gold/But the wind
    goes right through you/It’s no place for the old.’ He promised this
    woman a paradise which never existed, and though they’ve lived to an old
    age they still blame themselves and eachother for the theft of a dream
    that will always be unattainable.”

  • “Merriest Christmas song in creation – To me, it’s about how people
    always set out with the best intentions for Christmasses and the New
    Year, but it all comes to nothing – Years later the couple hate one
    another, and can do nothing but slag one another off. She hates him for
    taking away all she held dear, leaving her in the state where she’s
    dying in a hospital bed on a drip, because everything she had has been
    wasted by him, who took away her dreams, and built his around her.”

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