It was 1962 I was two years out of school When I got on board a boat that was bound for Liverpool The day I went away I remember it so well Said goodbye to the North Wall And bid a fond farewell
When I got down to the smoke It was 1963 I got a job doing meals on wheels Round NW3 I was terrorising grannies For ten lousy bob a week I was smashed and blacked And drunk and young in NW3
In the filth and piss they lived in They would sometimes hum an air Or talk in tongues of madness Keeping time upon the chair And for their wrists a numbered tab In Westminster morgue On a cold hard slab When I was still a young man In NW3
Now spent of love and rage I'm going home again Never did nobody wrong Never turned a decent wage So thanks for sweet fuck all whilst i look at the north wall<OR>once more back to the north wall Said goodbye to all of that And bid a fond farewell
At the top of the Pentonville Road I watched the sun setting The town spread out before me Looked beautiful to me Away from all the sighing The suffering and the dying I dreamed of the future Of the young and the free
But the years they went by quickly Now I swear I won't return here Where each day just bring me closer To the final misery My kids will never scrape shit round here And I won't die crying in a pint of beer Or eat their stinking meals on wheels In NW3.
Maybe you can help to fill in the gaps!
Edit: corrections from de burca & Firehazard added
Last edited by Alex on Mon Jun 23, 2008 7:27 am, edited 3 times in total.
Do you believe in magic in a young girl's heart How the music can free her, whenever it starts And it's magic, if the music is groovy It makes you feel happy like an old-time movie I'll tell you about the magic, and it'll free your soul But it's like trying to tell a stranger 'bout rock and roll
Yeah - do you believe in magic - believe Yeah - do you believe in magic
If you believe in magic don't bother to choose If it's jug band music or rhythm and blues Just go and listen it'll start with a smile It won't wipe off your face no matter how hard you try Your feet start tapping and you can't seem to find How you got there, so just blow your mind
If you believe in magic, come along with me We'll dance until morning when there's just you and me And maybe, if the music is right I'll meet you tomorrow, sort of late at night And we'll go dancing, baby, then you'll see How the magic's in the music and the music's in me
Yeah - do you believe in magic - believe Yeah - do you believe in magic
Believe in magic of a young girl's soul Believe in the magic of rock and roll Believe in the magic that can set you free Yeah, talking 'bout magic
Do you believe in magic - believe Yeah - do you believe in magic - believe Yeah - do you believe in magic - believe Yeah - do you believe in magic - believe Yeah - do you believe in magic - believe Yeah - do you believe in magic - believe
Last edited by Alex on Fri Jun 20, 2008 1:40 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Hot Asphalt (1992, previously unreleased) [E. MacColl]
You can talk about the concrete, and the boys who work the train The fellas in the hoppers, in the sun, and wind, and rain The boys who lay the blacktop, you ought to see them belt Workin' on the highway, laying hot asphalt
There were boys from Connemara, County Mayo, and Kildare The Sligo pincher kiddies, sure all Ireland was there. We were working all around the clock, you should have seen his belt As we were racing up the highway, laying hot asphalt
Chorus: We laid it in the hollows, and we laid it in the flats And if it doesn't last forever, then I swear I'll eat me hat I've traveled up and down the world, and sure I never felt Any surface that was equal, to the hot asphalt
We spread in the summer, and we laid it nice hot Two million yards or more of it, we had to roll the lot The sun was blazing down; until I thought me back would melt Working on the Motor highway, laying hot asphalt
When you're speeding in your motor car and tearing through the shires And the only thing you're hearing is the humming of your tires You'll be riding soft and easy, with a road as smooth as felt Then don't forget the boys, who lay the hot asphalt
Maggie May (1987, previously unreleased) [R. Stewart / M. Quittenton]
Wake up Maggie I think I got something to say to you It's late september and I really should be back at school I know I keep you amused but I love I feel I'm being used Oh Maggie I could not tried any more You lured me away from home just to save you from being alone You stole my heart and thats what really hurts
The morning sun when its in your face really shows your age But that don't worry me none in my eyes you're everything I laughed at all of your jokes my love you didnt need to coax Oh, maggie I couldn't have tried any more You lured me away from home, just to save you from being alone You stole my heart and that's what really hurts.
I suppose I could collect my books and get on back to school Or steal my daddys cue and make a living out of playing pool Or find myself a rock and roll band I need a helpin hand Oh maggie I wish I'd never seen your face You made a first-class fool out of me But I'm as blind as a fool can be You stole my heart and that's what really hurts.
Maggie I wish I'd never seen your face Huh-Huh I'll get on back one of these days Huh-Huh Gotta go back soon as I can
Eve Of Destruction (1990, outtake from the Hell's Ditch album sessions, previously unreleased) [P. F. Sloan]
The Eastern world, it is explodin', Violence flarin', bullets loadin'. You're old enough to kill, not for votin', You don't believe in war -- but what's that gun you're totin'? An' even the Jordan river has bodies floatin'. But you tell me, over and over and over again, my friend, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Don't you understand what I'm tryin' to say, And don't you feel the fears I'm feelin' today? The button is pushed, there's no runnin' away, There'll be no one to save, will the world in a grave. Take a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy. An' you tell me, over and over and over again, my friend, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
So mad like coagulatin', I'm sittin' here just contemplatin'. I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation, Handful of senators don't pass legislation, An' marches alone can't bring integration When human respect is disintegratin', And 'cross the world is too frustratin'. An' you tell me, over and over and over again, my friend, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Think of all the hate there is in Red China, Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama. Ah, you may leave here for four days in space, But when you return it's the same ol' place, The poundin' of the drums, ?? [Don't let us all in], but don't leave a trace. Next-door neighbor, but don't forget to say grace, An' tell me, over and over and over again, my friend, You don't believe we're on the eve of destruction, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Last edited by Alex on Sat Jun 21, 2008 9:21 am, edited 1 time in total.
I reckon that in the second line of the first and last verses of "Travelling People" Shane sings: "Got no fixed abode and no man is my master"
(which is actually a bit different from other versions of the song I've heard, which go "...with nomads I am numbered". In fact Shane's lyrics are a bit different in various places from some other people's versions.)
To try to fill in the gaps... Verse 2 opens: "In the open fields you could stop and linger And the small birds sang..."
Verse 4's first line is: "I made willow creels and the heather besom..."
now spent of love and rage im going home again never did nobody wrong never turned a decent wage s0 ????/ and say fuck all whilst i look at the north wall said goodbye to all of that and bid a fond farewell
Danny Boy (BBC John Peel Show, December 4, 1984, previously unreleased) [F. Wetherley / arr. MacGowan, Finer, Fearnley, Stacy, Ranken, O'Riordan]
Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountainside. The summer's gone, and all the leaves are falling. 'Tis you must leave, 'tis you must leave and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow 'Tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.
And if you come, when all the leaves are dying If I am dead, as dead I might well may be You'll come and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.
And I will hear, those soft you tread above me And on my grave will warmer, sweeter be If you will bend and tell me that you love me And I will sleep in peace until you come to me.
Haunted (1986, from the movie and soundtrack album Sid And Nancy, also released as a 7" and 12" single) [S. MacGowan]
Do you remember that sunny day? Somewhere in London there was nearly no way I didn't have nothing to do that day Didn't wanna do nothing anyway
You got a way of walking You got a way of talking And there's something about you And now I know I never ever Want to be without you
[Chorus:] I want to be haunted by the ghost I want to be haunted by the ghost I want to be haunted by the ghost I want to be haunted by the ghost Of your precious love Of your precious love
The first time I saw you, Standing in the street You were so cool, You could have put out Vietnam My girlfriends ask me, "What's he like?" I say, "He's kind of shy, But that's the kind of girl I am, He's my kind of guy"
I'll build my world around you I'll bless the day that I found you I'll stand beside you, I'll never leave Or tell you all those lies you'd never believe
Last edited by Alex on Mon Jun 23, 2008 1:01 pm, edited 1 time in total.
North Sea Holes (1992, previously unreleased) [E. MacColl]
Well come you gallant fishermen that plough the stormy seas, The whole year round on the fishing grounds On the Northern Minch and the Norway Deeps, On the banks and knolls of the North Sea Holes Where the herring shoals are found.
It's there you'll find the Norfolk boys and the lads from Peterhead, There's Buckie chiels and men from Shields, On the Northern Minch and the Norway Deeps, On the banks and knolls of the North Sea Holes Where the herring shoals are found.
From Fraserborough and Aberdeen, from Whitby, Yarmouth Town, The fleet's away at the break of day To the Northern Minch and the Norway Deeps, To the banks and knolls of the North Sea Holes Where the herring shoals are found.
It's off with a boiler full of steam and your engine spic and span To fish the grounds the North Sea round And try your luck at the North Sea Holes And try your luck at the North Shields Gut. With a catch of a hundred cran.
No need to wait for the wind and tide, you're the master of the sea, Come calm or squall, just shoot and haul And fill the hold with the fish to be sold And steam ahead for the curing shed on the Yarmouth quay.
Well come all you gallant fishermen that plough the stormy sea, The whole year round on the fishing grounds On the Northern Minch and the Norway Deeps, On the banks and knolls of the North Sea Holes Where the herring shoals are found.
Edit: Correction by firehazard added! Thanks!!
Last edited by Alex on Mon Jun 23, 2008 7:56 am, edited 1 time in total.