"Please don't think of us as an 'indie band' as it was never meant to be a genre, and anyway we are far too outward looking for that sad tag." - Stephen Pastel

sábado, 22 de dezembro de 2007

UM CONTO DE NATAL

Com os votos de um Feliz Natal a todos os visitantes deste blogue, deixo-vos com aquela que será, provavelmente, a melhor canção de sempre alusiva a esta quadra.
Serve a ocasião também para lembrar que, não obstante a vida desregrada que tem levado, Mr. MacGowan completa meio século de vida precisamente no próximo dia 25. Parabéns ao Menino!

The Pogues & Kirsty MacColl "Fairytale Of New York" (Island, 1987)

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 baby
I 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 last

I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you


3 comentários:

Joe disse...

a última estrofe desta canção é das coisas mais bonitas alguma vez escritas por irlandeses desdentados radicados em Londres. arrepio-me sempre que ouço o "well so could anyone!".
um grande natal para ti, parceiro. e já agora manda da minha parte os mesmos votos para a C.

Clara disse...

Muito obrigada, Joe.
Desejo-vos (a ti, ao MA, e a todos os leitores silenciosos) um Natal MUITO Feliz.

Olavo Lüpia disse...

um conto de natal era dantes. agora, são €5 de natal.
e que seja óptimo, já agora.
abraço.