Ein av tidenes beste julesangar handlar verken om englar, nissar eller juletre.
'Fairytale of New York' vart skriven av The Pogues-medlemmane Jem Finer og Shane MacGowan, utgitt som singel i 1987 og deretter på albumet 'If I Should Fall from Grace with God' i 1988.
Sangen handlar om to irske immigrantar i New York. Dei vart forelska i kvarandre og hadde håp og tru på framtida - men alt har blitt øydelagt av rusmisbruk. På julafta sit mannen i fyllearresten og minnest det turbulente forholdet.
Lagnaden til dei to vokalistane - Shane MacGowan og Kirstie MacColl - gjer den spesielle julesangen ekstra spesiell. MacColl døydde på tragisk vis i 2000 og MacGowan døydde nyleg av sjukdom. Sangen er difor ekstra vemodig denne jula.
Fairytale of New YorkIt was Christmas Eve babeIn the drunk tankAn old man said to me, won't see another oneAnd then he sang a songThe Rare Old Mountain DewI turned my face awayAnd dreamed about youGot on a lucky oneCame in eighteen to oneI've got a feelingThis year's for me and youSo happy ChristmasI love you babyI can see a better timeWhen all our dreams come trueThey've got cars big as barsThey've got rivers of goldBut the wind goes right through youIt's no place for the oldWhen you first took my handOn a cold Christmas EveYou promised meBroadway was waiting for meYou were handsomeYou were prettyQueen of New York CityWhen the band finished playingThey howled out for moreSinatra was swingingAll the drunks they were singingWe kissed on a cornerThen danced through the nightThe boys of the NYPD choirWere singing Galway BayAnd the bells were ringing outFor Christmas dayYou're a bumYou're a punkYou're an old slut on junkLying there almost dead on a drip in that bedYou scumbag, you maggotYou cheap lousy faggotHappy Christmas your arseI pray God it's our lastThe boys of the NYPD choirStill singing Galway BayAnd the bells are ringing outFor Christmas dayI could have been someoneWell so could anyoneYou took my dreams from meWhen I first found youI kept them with me babeI put them with my ownCan't make it all aloneI've built my dreams around youThe boys of the NYPD choirStill singing Galway BayAnd the bells are ringing outFor Christmas day
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