When I look at the blog posts, well… anywhere… people are traveling, doing interesting things, and I wish I could write about groovy adventures myself– but I can’t… so I don’t post. So far, 2007 has been really trying, and I’ve been horribly depressed.
So, so as not to leave a big crater in my log, I’ll post some videos I’ve been listening to lately, mostly boozers & Celts (and, of course, boozy Celts) singing sad sad songs. Here’s one by The Pogues.
Dirty Old Town
addendum: turns out that “Dirty Old Town” was written by Ewan MacColl, father of Kirsty MacColl, who sang backup on the Pogue’s “Fairytale of New York” . And the line, “Smelled the spring on the smoky wind,” was originally “smelled a Spring on the Salford wind” (referring to Salford, Ewan’s Home Town in Scotland).
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I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed a girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Clouds a drifting across the moon
Cats a prowling on their beat
Spring’s a girl in the street at night
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
Smelled the spring on the smoky wind
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
I’m going to make me a good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
Will chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
