Ένα κομμάτι που χρωστάω εδώ κι ένα χρόνο. Από μια άποψη, το πλέον αγαπημένο μου των πολυαγαπημένων Pogues, λόγω των στίχων (τα ρέστα μου για το ρεφρέν) αλλά και επειδή ακούγοντάς το στο ραδιόφωνο τους ανακάλυψα. Ωστόσο, δεν είναι ιδιαίτερα αντιπροσωπευτικό, επειδή (όπως και το
Tuesday morning, που επίσης έχω ανεβάσει) ανήκει στην περίοδο μετά την αποχώρηση της ψυχής της μπάντας, του καμένου αλκοολικού Shane McGowan.
Αφιερωμένο στα παιδιά που ζαρώνουν στην άκρη της λίμνης...
Pogues - Drunken boatThe wind was whipping shingle through the windows in the town
A hail of stones across the roof, the slates came raining down
A blade of light upon the spit came sweeping through the roar
With me head inside a barrel and me leg screwed in the floor
Mother, pack me bags because I'm off to foreign parts
Don't ask me where I'm going 'cause I'm sure it's off the charts
I'll pin your likeness on the wall right by my sleeping head
I'll send you cards and letters so you'll know that I'm not dead
By this time in a week I should be far away from home
Trailing fingers through the phosphor or asleep in flowers of foam
From Macao to Acapulco, from Havana to Seville
We'll see monoliths and bridges and the Christ up on the hill
An aria with the Russians at the piano in the bar
With icefloes through the window we raised glasses to the Czar
We squared off on a dockside with a couple of hundred Finns
And we dallied in the 'dilly and we soaked ourselves in gin
Now the only deck that I'd want to walk
Are the stalks of corn beneath my feet
And the only sea I want to sail
Is the darkened pond in the scented dusk
Where a kid crouched full of sadness
Lets his boat go drifting out
Into the evening sun
We sailed through constellations and were rutted by the storm
I crumpled under cudgel blows and finally came ashore
I spent the next two years or more just staring at the wall
We went to sea to see the world and what d'you think we saw?
If we turned the table upside down and sailed around the bed
Clamped knives between our teeth and tied bandannas round our heads
With the wainscot our horizon and the ceiling as the sky
You'd not expect that anyone would go and f&%$# die
Now the only deck that I'd want to walk
Are the stalks of corn beneath my feet
And the only sea I want to sail
Is the darkened pond in the scented dusk
Where a kid crouched full of sadness
Lets his boat go drifting out
Into the evening sun
At nights we passed the bottle round and drank to our lost friends
We lay alone upon our bunks and prayed that this would end
A wall of moving shadows with rows of swinging keys
We dreamed that whole Leviathans lay rotting in the weeds
There's a sound that comes from miles away if you lean your head to hear
A ship's bell rings on board a wreck where the air is still and clear
And up in heaven that means another angel's got his wings
But all below it signifies is a ship's gone in the drink
Now the only deck that I'd want to walk
Are the stalks of corn beneath my feet
And the only sea I want to sail
Is the darkened pond in the scented dusk
Where a kid crouched full of sadness
Lets his boat go drifting out
Into the evening sun