The Pogues "Fairytale of New York"

 

No, no me gusta la Navidad, no es un trema postureo ni tonterias de estas, simplemente no tengo ese espiritu navideño donde la gente se transforma y quiere hacer lo que no hace habitualmente que si ahora nos hemos de reunir para hacer copiosas comidas, que si nos queremos mucho, que si todo es amor y buen rollo, espero que estos deseos los cumplan, no solamente en estos dias, pueden alragrlos el rsto del año, a lo que os decia, no entro en estos juegos de buen rollo, simplemente voy a mi rollo que siempre es de intentar estar bien con todo el mundo, mas simple, menos protocolario y mas tranquilidad para mi neurona.

Odio los villancicos esos que cantan los niños con esas voces tan agudas y solamente le perdono a Elvis que haya cantado canciones de Navidad, otra excepción es esta canción de The Pogues, en la linea mas Tom Waits y sacando todo el espiritu de como los perdedores viven estos dias con deseos y quimeras que nunca se realizaran, el espiritu de Navidad tiene también su cara oculta, y si no que se lo pregunten a unas cuantas persona que les han dejado en la calle estos dias en pleno episodio de mal tiempo, lluvias y eso si el puto abeto de Navidad mas alto de por aqui, en Badalona el espiritu se lo pasan por el forro de los cojones, todo en puto Santa Claus en Sr. Albiol.

Sin mas, buenas fiestas tengais y vigilad con los controles y descontroles.

Aqui os dejo la letra de la canción 

"Fairtale of New York"

It was Christmas Eve, babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me
"Won't see another one"
And then he sang a song
"The Rare Old Mountain Dew"
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen-to-one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you, baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
They've got cars big as bars, they've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you, it's no place for the old
When you first took my hand on a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome, you were pretty, queen of New York City
When the band finished playing, they howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging, all the drunks, they were singing
We kissed on a corner, then danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choir were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day
You're a bum, you're a punk, you're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap, lousy faggot
Happy Christmas, your arse, I pray God it's our last
The boys of the NYPD choir, still singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells are ringing out for Christmas Day
"I could have been someone", well, so could anyone
You took my dreams from me when I first found you
I kept them with me, babe, I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone, I've built my dreams around you
The boys of the NYPD choir, still singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells are ringing out for Christmas Day