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The Pogues – 05 – Thousands are Sailing (Live @ T&C ’88)

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The Pogues - 05 - Thousands are Sailing (Live @ T&C '88)
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Pogues trăiesc la oraș și la țară. Invitați: Joe Strummer, Kirsty McColl, alții. Ziua Sf. Patrick 1988 De pe un disc laser rar japonez

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41 thoughts on “The Pogues – 05 – Thousands are Sailing (Live @ T&C ’88)”

  12. If this song brought tears once; It should bring them in angry shameful floods today
    as migrants drown whist our governments pile up more and more barbed wire at the beaches.

    The song should play everyday on radio four till Cameron hangs himself

  25. This is literally poetry. Also Spider, who wrote the song is one cool man "When I got back to my empty room
    I suppose I must have cried'". RESPECT.

  27. The island, it is silent now
    But the ghosts still haunt the waves
    And the torch lights up a famished man
    Who fortune could not save

    Did you work upon the railroad?
    Did you rid the streets of crime?
    Were your dollars from the White House?
    Were they from the Five-and-Dime?

    Did the old songs taunt or cheer you?
    And did they still make you cry?
    Did you count the months and years
    Or did your teardrops quickly dry?

    "Ah, no", says he, "it was not to be
    On a coffin ship I came here
    And I never even got so far
    That they could change my name"

    Thousands are sailing
    Across the western ocean
    To a land of opportunity
    That some of them will never see
    Fortune prevailing
    Across the western ocean
    Their bellies full
    Their spirits free
    They'll break the chains of poverty
    And they'll dance

    In Manhattan's desert twilight
    In the death of afternoon
    We stepped hand in hand on Broadway
    Like the first man on the moon

    And a blackbird broke the silence
    As you whistled it so sweet
    And in Brendan Behan's footsteps
    I danced up and down the street

    Then we said goodnight to Broadway
    Giving it our best regards
    Tipped our hats to Mister Cohen
    Dear old Times Square's favourite bard

    Then we raised a glass to JFK
    And a dozen more besides
    When I got back to my empty room
    I suppose I must have cried

    Thousands are sailing
    Again across the ocean
    Where the hand of opportunity
    Draws tickets in a lottery
    Postcards we're mailing
    Of sky light skies and oceans
    From rooms the daylight never sees
    And lights don't glow on Christmas trees
    And we danced to the music
    And we danced

    Thousands are sailing
    Across the western ocean
    Where the hand of opportunity
    Draws tickets in a lottery
    Where e'er we go, we celebrate
    The land that makes us refugees
    From fear of priests with empty plates
    From guilt and weeping effigies
    Still we dance to the music
    And we dance

  31. This song means a lot to many people in Norway too. Between 1820 and 1920, around 800,000 Norwegians emigrated to the USA and Canada. Norway, together with Ireland with as many as two million emigrants, became the countries with the largest emigration in relation to the population. In 1820 it was 1 million people in Norway. In 1920 it was 2.5 mill.

  38. God bless Phil and the absolutely magnificent Shane, I reckon they’re up there enjoying a pint or two and shaking the doors of heaven with this brilliant tune. RIP you gorgeous men, you are so missed but thankful for your music

  39. The island, it is silent now
    But the ghosts still haunt the waves
    And the torch lights up a famished man
    Who fortune could not save
    Did you work upon the railroad?
    Did you rid the streets of crime?
    Were your dollars from the White House?
    Were they from the Five-and-Dime?
    Did the old songs taunt or cheer you?
    And did they still make you cry?
    Did you count the months and years
    Or did your teardrops quickly dry?
    "Ah, no", says he, "it was not to be
    On a coffin ship I came here
    And I never even got so far
    That they could change my name"
    Thousands are sailing
    Across the western ocean
    To a land of opportunity
    That some of them will never see
    Fortune prevailing
    Across the western ocean
    Their bellies full
    Their spirits free
    They'll break the chains of poverty
    And they'll dance
    In Manhattan's desert twilight
    In the death of afternoon
    We stepped hand in hand on Broadway
    Like the first man on the moon
    And a blackbird broke the silence
    As you whistled it so sweet
    And in Brendan Behan's footsteps
    I danced up and down the street
    Then we said goodnight to Broadway
    Giving it our best regards
    Tipped our hats to Mister Cohen
    Dear old Times Square's favourite bard
    Then we raised a glass to JFK
    And a dozen more besides
    When I got back to my empty room
    I suppose I must have cried
    Thousands are sailing
    Again across the ocean
    Where the hand of opportunity
    Draws tickets in a lottery
    Postcards we're mailing
    Of sky light skies and oceans
    From rooms the daylight never sees
    And lights don't glow on Christmas trees
    And we danced to the music
    And we danced
    Thousands are sailing
    Across the western ocean
    Where the hand of opportunity
    Draws tickets in a lottery
    Where e'er we go, we celebrate
    The land that makes us refugees
    From fear of priests with empty plates
    From guilt and weeping effigies
    Still we dance to the music
    And we dance

  41. This song reminds me of my great great Grandfather whos parents put him on the ship alone when he was just a little boy. Remind myself that when im having a "hard" time.

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