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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE--------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the# #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research.# #-----------------------------------------------------------------------------# Date: Fri, 13 Mar 1998 13:53:50 -0600 From: davies@ils.nwu.edu (Brian Davies) Subject: CRD/TAB: Selections from Pogues' "The Best Of The Rest" Hi folks! I just recently discovered the Pogues, and have been listening to little else for the past couple weeks. (This is after a long struggle to find the Best Of The Pogues, v. I & II, which are out of print in the states.) After picking through several of the songs, I checked out OLGA and discovered that, of all the great tracks on v.II (personally, I think it's a better album than The Best Of The Pogues) only Young Ned Of The Hill and Summer In Siam had been transcribed. So here, to fill that gap, are 8 songs from that collection. My commentary is in {braces}. THE POGUES: THE BEST OF THE REST Transcribed by Brian Davies Send comments and corrections to davies@ils.nwu.edu For more of my tablature, check out: http://www.ils.nwu.edu/~davies/ IF I SHOULD FALL FROM GRACE WITH GOD by Shane MacGowan [A] [D] [A] [F#m] [A] [D] [F#m] [E] [A] [D] [A] [F#m] [A] [D] [E] [A] If I should [A] fall from grace with God Where no [D] doctor can re[A]lieve me. If I'm [A] buried 'neath the sod But the [D] angels won't re[F#m]ceive me. Let me [A] go, boys, Let me go, [F#m] boys. [A] Let me go down [D] in the [A] mud Where the [E] rivers all run [A] dry. [A] [A] [D] [A] [A] [A] [E] [A] [A] [A] [D] [A] [A] [A] [E] [A] This [A] land was always ours, Was the [D] proud land of our [A] fathers. It be[A]longs to us and them, Not to [D] any of the [F#m] others. Let them [A] go, boys, Let them go, [F#m] boys. [A] Let them go down [D] in the [A] mud Where the [E] rivers all run [A] dry. [A] [A] [D] [A] [A] [A] [E] [A] [A] [A] [D] [A] [A] [A] [E] [A] [A] [E] [A] [A] [A] [E] [A] [A] [A] [E] [A] [A] [A] [E] [A] [A] [A] [D] [E] [A] [A] [D] [E] [A] [A] Bury me at sea Where no [D] murdered ghost can [A] haunt me. If I [A] rock upon the waves Then no [D] corpse can lie up[F#m]on me. It's coming up [A] threes, boys, Coming up threes, [F#m] boys. [A] Let them go down [D] in the [A] mud Where the [E] rivers all run [A] dry. [A] [A] [D] [A] [A] [A] [E] [A] [A] [A] [D] [A] [A] [A] [E] [A] If I should [A] fall from grace with God Where no [D] doctor can re[A]lieve me. If I'm [A] buried 'neath the sod So the [D] angels won't re[F#m]ceive me. Let me [A] go, boys, Let me go, [F#m] boys. [A] Let me go down [D] in the [A] mud Where the [E] rivers all run [A] dry. [A] [A] [D] [A] [A] [A] [E] [A] [A] [A] [D] [A] [A] [A] [E] [A] [A] [D] [A] [F#m] [A] [D] [F#m] [E] [A] [D] [A] [F#m] [A] [D] [E] [A] THE SICK BED OF CUCHULAINN by Shane MacGowan [C] [Dm] [C] [Dm] [C] [Dm] [F] [C] Mc[C]Cormack and Richard [Dm] Tauber are [C] singing by the [Dm] bed. There's a [C] glass of punch be[Dm]low your feet and an [F] angel at your [C] head. There's [C] devils on each [Dm] side of you with [C] bottles in their [Dm] hands. You need [C] one more drop of [Dm] poison and you'll [Am] dream of foreign [Am] lands. When you [F] pissed yourself in [Bb] Frankfurt and got [C] syph down in Co[F]logne And you [F] heard the rattling [Bb] death trains as you [C] lay there all a[F]lone, Frank [F] Ryan brought you [C] whiskey in a [Bb] brothel in Ma[C]drid And you [Bb] decked some fucking [Bb] blackshirt who was [C] cursing all the [C] Yids. At the [F] sick bed of Cu[F]chulainn we'll [Bb] kneel and say a [F] prayer And the [Bb] ghosts are rattling [F] at the door and the [C] devil's in the [F] chair. [F] [F] [Bb] [C] [F] [F] [Bb] [F] And [F] in the Euston [Bb] Tavern you [C] screamed it was your [F] shout But they [F] wouldn't give you [Bb] service so you [C] kicked the windows [F] out. They [F] took you out in[C]to the street and [Bb] kicked you in the [C] brains, So you [Bb] walked back in through a [Bb] bolted door and [C] did it all a[C]gain. At the [F] sick bed of Cu[F]chulainn we'll [Bb] kneel and say a [F] prayer And the [Bb] ghosts are rattling [F] at the door and the [C] devil's in the [F] chair. [F] [F] [Bb] [C] [F] [F] [Bb] [F] [F] [F] [Bb] [C] [F] [F] [Bb] [F] [C] You re[C]member that foul [Dm] evening when you [C] heard the banshees [Dm] howl, There was [C] lazy drunken [Dm] bastards singing [F] 'Billy is in the [C] bowl.' They [C] took you up to [Dm] midnight mass and [C] left you in the [Dm] lurch So you [C] dropped a button [Dm] in the plate and [Am] spewed up in the [Am] church. Now you'll [F] sing a song of [Bb] liberty for [C] blacks and paks and [F] jocks And they'll [F] take you from this [Bb] dump you're in and [C] stick you in a [F] box. Then they'll [F] take you to Clough[C]prior and [Bb] shove you in the [C] ground But you'll [Bb] stick your head back [Bb] out and shout, "We'll [C] have another [C] round." At the [F] graveside of Cu[F]chulainn we'll [Bb] kneel around and [F] pray And [Bb] God is in His [F] heaven, and [C] Billy's down by the [F] bay. [F] [F] [Bb] [C] [F] [F] [Bb] [F] [F] [F] [Bb] [C] [F] [F] [Bb] [F] [F] [F] [Bb] [C] [F] [F] [Bb] [F] [F] [F] [Bb] [C] [F] [F] [Bb] [F] THE OLD MAIN DRAG by Shane MacGowan {This song keeps a drone going underneath. To get the same feel on a guitar, finger the chords so that you get a constant D on the B string -- D=xx0232, G=320033, A=x02230.} Introduction on Verse Chords When I [D] first came to [G] London I was [A] only six[D]teen With a [G] fiver in my [A] pocket and my [D] ole dancing [A] bag. I [G] went down to the [A] dilly to [D] check out the [A] scene But I [D] soon ended [G] up upon the [A] old main [D] drag. There the [D] he-males and the [G] she-males pa[A]raded in [D] style And the [G] old man with the [A] money would [D] flash you a [A] smile. In the [G] dark of an [A] alley you would [D] work for a [A] five For a [D] swift one off the [G] wrist down on the [A] old main [D] drag. In the [D] cold winter [G] nights the old [A] town it was [D] chill, But there were [G] boys in the [A] cafes who'd [D] give you cheap [A] pills. If you [G] didn't have the [A] money you'd ca[D]jole and you'd [A] beg. There was [D] always lots of [G] Tuinol on the [A] old main [D] drag. [A] One [D] evening as I was [G] lying down [A] in Leicester [D] Square, I was [G] picked up by the [A] coppers and [D] kicked in the [A] balls. Between the [G] metal doors at [A] Vine Street I was [D] beaten and [A] mauled And they [D] ruined my [G] good looks for the [A] old main [D] drag. In the [D] tube station the [G] old ones who were [A] on the way [D] out Would [G] dribble and [A] vomit and [D] grovel and [A] shout, And the [G] coppers would [A] come along and [D] push them a[A]bout, And I [D] wished I could es[G]cape from the [A] old main [D] drag. And [D] now I am [G] lying here I have [A] had too much [D] booze. I've been [G] spat on and [A] shat on and [D] raped and a[A]bused. I [G] know that I am [A] dying and I [D] wish I could [A] beg For some [D] money to [G] take me from the [A] old main drag. DARK STREETS OF LONDON by Shane MacGowan [F] [C] [Bb] [F] I [F] like to walk in the [Bb] summer [F] breeze Down [F] Dalling Road by the [Bb] dead old [C] trees And [F] drink with my friends In the [Bb] Hammersmith [F] Broadway Dear [F] dirty de[Bb]lightful old [C] drunken old [F] days Then the [F] winter came down and I [Bb] loved it so [F] dearly The [F] pubs and the bookies where you'd [Bb] spend all your [C] time And the [F] old men that were singing When the [Bb] roses bloom a[F]gain And [F] turn like the [Bb] leaves To a [C] new summer[F]time And now the [F] winter comes down I [Bb] can't stand the [F] chill That [F] comes to the streets around [Bb] Christmas [C] time And I'm [F] buggered to damnation And I [Bb] haven't got a [F] penny To [F] wander the [Bb] dark streets of [C] Lon[F]don [F] [F] [Bb] [F] [F] [F] [Bb] [C] [F] [F] [Bb] [F] [F] [C] [Bb] [F] And every [F] time that I look on the [Bb] first day of [F] summer Takes me [F] back to the place where they [Bb] gave EC[C]T And the [F] drugged up psychos with [Bb] death in their [F] eyes And how [F] all of this [Bb] really means [C] nothing to [F] me Chorus [F] [F] [Bb] [F] [F] [F] [Bb] [C] [F] [F] [Bb] [F] [F] [C] [Bb] [F] Third Verse Chorus To [F] wander the [Bb] dark streets of [C] Lon[F]don To [F] wander the [Bb] dark streets of [C] Lon[F]don [F] [F] [Bb] [F] [F] [F] [Bb] [C] [F] [F] [Bb] [F] [F] [C] [Bb] [F] REPEAL OF THE LICENSING LAWS by Spider Stacy {There are two pieces to this song. I've labelled them arbitrarily...} [G] [G] [G] [D] [G] [G] [D] [G] = Verse [D] [G] [C] [D] [G] [G] [D] [G] [G] [G] [G] [D] [G] [G] [D] [G] = Chorus [G] [G] [G] [D] [G] [G] [D] [G] {The sequence is: Verse, Verse, Chorus, Verse, Chorus, Verse (quiet), Chorus, Chorus, Chorus} TURKISH SONG OF THE DAMNED by Shane MacGowan and Jem Finer {The tab is a little short on space for all the fast notes -- suffice it to say that 23232 means a trill with hammer-ons and pull-offs, not a note played at the 23,232th fret.} (e) |-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------| (B) |-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------| (G) |-----------------|-----0-----------|-----------------|-----0---2-------| (D) |-----0---23232-0-|-2323--232-------|-----0---23232-0-|-2323--2---------| (A) |-0-1---0---------|---------------1-|-0-1---0---------|---------------0-| (E) |-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------| 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 (e) |-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------| (B) |-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----------------| (G) |-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|-----0---2-------| (D) |-----------0-----|---0-------------|-----0---23232-0-|-2323--2---------| (A) |-01010-0-1---0-0-|-1---0-1---------|-0-1---0---------|-----------------| (E) |-----------------|---------3-----3-|-----------------|-----------------| 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 I [Am] come old friend from hell tonight across the rotting sea. Nor the [Am] nails of the cross nor the blood of Christ Can bring you help this eve. The [Dm] dead have come to claim a debt from [Am] thee. They [Dm] stand outside your door four score and [Am] three. [G] Did you [C] keep a watch for the [F] dead man's wind, Did you [C] see the woman with the [G] comb in her hand, [C] Wailing away on the [F] wall on the strand As you [C] danced to the Turkish [G] song of the damned. [Am] [Am] [Dm] You re[Am]member when the ship went down, you left me on the deck. The [Am] captain's corpse jumped up and threw his arms around my neck. For [Dm] all these years I've had him on my [Am] back. This [Dm] debt cannot be paid with all your [Am] jack. [G] Chorus Twice [Am] [Am] [Dm] Repeat Intro Riff And [Am] as I sit and talk to you I see your face go white. This [Am] shadow hanging over me is no trick of the light. The [Dm] spectre on my back will soon be [Am] free. The [Dm] dead have come to claim a debt from [Am] thee. [G] Chorus Thrice Whistle Solo Over Chorus Twice Final Riff Seven Times |-3-| |-3-| |-3-| |-3-| |-3-| |-3-| |-3-| |-3-| (e) |-------------------------|-------------0-----------| (B) |-------------------------|---------1-3---3-1-------| (G) |-0---0-0---0-2---2-2-0-2-|-0---0-0-----------0-2-0-| (D) |---------2---------------|-------------------------| (A) |-------------------------|-------------------------| (E) |-------------------------|-------------------------| 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 |-3-| |-3-| |-3-| |-3-| |-3-| |-3-| |-3-| |-3-| (e) |-------------------------|-------------------------| (B) |-------------------------|-------------------------| (G) |-0---0-0---0-2---2-2-0-2-|-0-----------0-----------| (D) |---------2---------------|---2-0---0-2---2-0---0-2-| (A) |-------------------------|-------3-----------3-----| (E) |-------------------------|-------------------------| 1 2 3 4 1 2 3 4 LULLABY OF LONDON by Shane MacGowan {I fingerpick this, with my thumb on the bass string (either E or A), index finger on the D string, and ring finger on the G string. I play it straight quarter notes: thumb, index, ring, index, etc.} [C] [C] [F] [G] [C] [C] [F] [G] [C] [C] [F] [G] [C] [C] [G] [G] [C] [C] [C] [C] As [C] I walked [F] down by the [C] river[F]side One [C] evening [F] in the [C] spring, [C] Heard a [C] long gone [F] song from [C] days gone [F] by Blown [C] in on the [F] great North [C] wind. [C] Though there [F] is no lonesome [C] corncrake's cry Of [Am] sorrow and de[F]light, You can [C] hear the [F] cars and the [C] shouts from [F] bars And the [C] laughter [F] and the [C] fights. [C] May the [F] ghosts that howled round the [C] house at night Never [Am] keep you from your [F] sleep. May they [C] all sleep [F] tight down in [C] hell to[F]night Or [C] wherever [F] they may [C] be. [C] [F] [G] [C] [C] [F] [G] [C] [C] [F] [G] [C] [C] [G] [G] [C] [C] [F] [G] [C] [C] [F] [G] [C] [C] [F] [G] [C] [C] [G] [G] As [C] I walked [F] on with a [C] heavy [F] heart Then a [C] stone danced [F] on the [C] tide, [C] And the [C] song went [F] on though the [C] lights were [F] gone And the [C] North wind [F] gently [C] sighed, [C] And an [F] evening breeze coming [C] from the East That [Am] kissed the river[F]side. So I [C] pray now [F] child that you [C] sleep to[F]night When you [C] hear this [F] lulla[C]by. [C] May the [F] wind that blows from [C] haunted graves Never [Am] bring you miser[F]y. May the [C] angels [F] bright watch [C] you to[F]night And [C] keep you [F] while you [C] sleep. [C] [F] [G] [C] [C] [F] [G] [C] [C] [F] [G] [C] [C] [G] [G] [C] [C] [F] [G] [C] [C] [F] [G] [C] [C] [F] [G] [C] [C] [G] [G] [C] [C] [F] [G] [C] [C] [F] [G] [C] [C] [F] [G] [C] [C] [G] [G] [C] SUNNYSIDE OF THE STREET by Shane MacGowan and Jem Finer [E] [B] [E] [A] [E] [B] [E] [B] [E] [B] [E] [A] [E] [B] [E] [A] [E] [A] [E] Seen the carni[A]val at Rome, [E] Had the women I [A] had the [B] booze. [E] All I can re[A]member now [E] Is little kids with[A]out no [B] shoes. So I [E] saw that train and [B] I got on it With a [E] heartful of hate and a [A] lust for vomit. Now I'm [E] walking on the [B] sunnyside of the [E] street. [E] [A] [E] [A] [E] Stepped over bodies [A] in Bombay [E] Tried to make it to the [A] U. S. [B] A. [E] Ended up [A] in Nepal [E] Up on a roof with [A] nothing at [B] all And I [E] knew that [B] day I was [E] going to [A] stay Right where I [E] am, on the [B] sunnyside of the [E] street. [E] [A] [E] [A] Solo On Verse Chords [A] Been in a palace, and I've [E] been in a jail; [A] I just don't want to be re[E]born a [B] snail. Just [E] want to [B] spend E[E]terni[A]ty Right where I [E] am, on the [B] sunnyside of the [E] street. [E] [A] [E] [A] As my [E] mother wept it was [B] then I swore To [E] take my life as I [A] would a whore. I [E] know I'm better [B] than before. I will [E] not be recon[A]structed. So I [E] stay right here on the [B] sunnyside of the [E] street. The [B] sunnyside of the [E] street. The [B] sunnyside of the [E] street. The [B] sunnyside of the [E] street. [E] [B] [E] [A] [E] [B] [E] [B] [E] [B] [E] [A] [E] [B] [E] [B] ----------------------------------- END ----------------------------------- For those of you that got all the way through that, here are a couple of bonus fragments. BOYS FROM THE COUNTY HELL {Here's the chorus.} And it's [G] lend me ten pounds, I'll buy you a [D] drink And [Em] mother wake me [Am] early in the [Em] morning HELLS DITCH {There are three main riffs.} RIFF 1: [Am7] [Am] [Am] [Am] [Am] [Am] [Am] [Am] RIFF 2: [Dm] [Am] [E] [Am] [Dm] [Am] [E] [Am] for a while {Do the first thing again, speeding up.} RIFF 3: [Am] [Am] [Dm] [Dm] [Am] [E] [Am] [Am] for a while ======================================================== The best of the rest album, de The pogues ========================================================

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