Week Eighty-Four: Holiday Tunes - Part Deux - The Pogues Featuring Kirsty MacColl - "Fairytale of New York" - New Wave Xmas: Just Can't Get Enough

I am a huge fan of the Just Can't Get Enough: New Wave Hits of the '80s compilation series, so when I heard that they were releasing a Christmas edition, I was giddy with anticipation at the thought of being able to add a copy of it to my collection. I will be the first to tell you, however, that it is not the greatest holiday compilation, and there are some seriously questionable choices on the CD. There are also some real treasures, and I'm going to use this week to share those with you:

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In Week Sixty-Four, I shared with you a song/video by Kirsty MacColl, and how time flies... because just twenty weeks later, I am mentioning her again!!!

1st Wave on Sirius has been playing this one quite frequently, which is awesome, because until recently, I have never actually heard it played on the airwaves (or satellite waves???). I have to laugh every time one of the DJs introduces it though because it seems that they are unable to say the band name, The Pogues, without mentioning how bad their teeth are --- it doesn't matter which DJ is introducing the song either!!! ;-D

I fully agree that their teeth are somewhat frightening, but this is such a great song that I am willing to overlook this great hygienic flaw!

In fact, Wikipedia had the following information regarding this tune:

"It has been cited as the best Christmas song of all time in various television, radio and magazine related polls in the UK and Ireland."

The video is really fun to watch, as well, and it is done in black-and-white, which is my all-time favorite music video concept!!!

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 at 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 were 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