MÚSICAS E CANÇÕES DE NATAL

THE POGUES
IF I SHOULD FALL FROM GRACE WITH GOD
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Nos princípios de Dezembro, por aqui, o Carlos dizia que o prémio vitalício para a melhor canção de Natal ia para “FairYtable of New Iork dos “The Pogues” com Kirsty MacColl.
É de facto uma belíssima canção de Natal, da autoria de Shane MacGowan, e que se ouve em todos os dias e em todas as horas.

“It was Christmas Eve babe In the drunk tank An old man said to me,
won't 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 I've got a feeling This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas I love you babyI can see a better time When all our dreams come true 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 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 You're a bum You're a punk You're 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 it's our lastI could have been someone So could anyone You took my dreams from me when I first found youI kept them with me babeI put them with my own Can't make it all alone I've built my dreams around you”

Os “The Pogues” acabaram no dia em que as virgens do conjunto, por causa da bebida, correram com o Shane McGowan Ainda continuaram mas nunca mais foram os mesmos, perderam a chama. O Shane era a grande desbunda. Sem ele “The Pogues” ficaram café sem cafeína, cerveja sem álcool. Foram eles que ficaram a perder o Shane não. Um dia pegou nas suas poesias e levou-as à Editora Faber que mais tarde fez o lançamento do livro “Property" no “Irish Club” de Londres. Nessa noite um tal Sean O’Hogan disse que “ele pode ser um bêbado, mas é o bêbado mais erudito que eu conheci”.Shane McGowan atalhou: “ Nunca escrevo quando estou sóbrio. Nunca o fiz. Nem sabia por onde é que havia de começar.”