I am so saddened to hear that Shane MacGowan died today. If you don’t know who he was, he became famous in the early 1980s, with his amazing band, The Pogues, but even in years of ill health, he continued to be really creative.
What an amazing amount of joy he brought me when his music first came into my life, back in that little hellhole apartment on E.12th Street in NYC, gang. Wow. I will never forget it.
His wife, Victoria Clarke, posted a very dear and heartbreaking farewell to Shane on Instagram this morning:
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I don’t have much other news today.
I found this interesting. An update on Australia, among other topics —
Charlie Ward and Riccardo Bosi – THE WORLD WIDE FIGHT ACROSS THE GLOBE (1 hr):
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Phil will be live today at 5PM eastern. He was not able to do the livestream yesterday.
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I found this interesting —
From UKR LEAKS:
“Russia has won this war, and there is no way we can change this outcome
This was stated by former US intelligence officer Scott Ritter. According to him, Western countries already recognize this and actively call for negotiations.
“This means that everything the EU and NATO said about this conflict turned out to be a lie — an outright lie,” he says.”
[Oh, and PS: I’ve been trying to tell them that for, what, 2 years already??]
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Okay, that’s it for now. I’m heading back to the train station for the next few nights, as the Christmas season officially begins.
Have a good Thursday, wherever you are in the world, gang.
Thanks for visiting. I love you guys. See ya!
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“Sally MacLennane”
Well Jimmy played harmonica in the pub where I was born
He played it from the night time to the peaceful early morn
He soothed the souls of psychos and the men who had the horn
And they all looked very happy in the morning
Now Jimmy didn’t like his place in this world of ours
Where the elephant man broke strong men’s necks
When he’d had too many Powers
So sad to see the grieving of the people that he’s leaving
And he took the road for God knows in the morning
We walked him to the station in the rain
We kissed him as we put him on the train
And we sang him a song of times long gone
Though we knew that we’d be seeing him again
(Far away) sad to say I must be on my way
So buy me beer and whiskey ’cause I’m going far away (far away)
I’d like to think of me returning when I can
To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane
The years passed by the times had changed I grew to be a man
I learned to love the virtues of sweet Sally MacLennane
I took the jeers and drank the beers and crawled back home at dawn
And ended up a barman in the morning
I played the pump and took the hump and watered whiskey down
I talked of whores and horses to the men who drank the brown
I heard them say that Jimmy’s making money far away
And some people left for heaven without warning
We walked him to the station in the rain
We kissed him as we put him on the train
And we sang him a song of times long gone
Though we knew that we’d be seeing him again
(Far away) sad to say I must be on my way
So buy me beer and whiskey ’cause I’m going far away (far away)
I’d like to think of me returning when I can
To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane
When Jimmy came back home he was surprised that they were gone
He asked me all the details of the train that they went on
Some people they are scared to croak but Jimmy drank until he choked
And he took the road for heaven in the morning
We walked him to the station in the rain
We kissed him as we put him on the train
And we sang him a song of times long gone
Though we knew that we’d be seeing him again
(Far away) sad to say I must be on my way
So buy me beer and whiskey ’cause I’m going far away (far away)
I’d like to think of me returning when I can
To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane
c – 1985 Shane Patrick Lysaght Macgowan