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Tracklist:
Ode To My Family • I Can't Be With You • Twenty One • Zombie • Empty • Everything I Said • The Icicle Melts • Disappointment • Ridiculous Thoughts • Dreaming My Dreams • Yeat's Grave • Daffodil Lament • No Need To Argue
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sauljudgeman · 3 months
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Music Recommendations Part 4
1. Faces - Clio
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2. The Look of Love - ABC
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3. Don't You Want Me - The Human League
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4. Ashes to Ashes - David Bowie
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5. I Wanna Be Adored - The Stone Roses
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6. It's My Life - Talk Talk
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7. Only You - Steve Monite
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8. Estrelar - Marcos Valle
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9. Once in a Lifetime - Talking Heads
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10. The Whole of the Moon - The Waterboys
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unhingedpolycule · 9 months
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I'm sorry (not really) that this is probably kinda niche and very detailed but we have thought about this way too much and I have Opinions (tm) heh
Also can I just mention how top tier your signature is? Like, I appreciate frogs big deal and this is like 10/10 thank you for the great ask and the great frog. Like. True quality, we love to see it.
~Moss
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thecreativemillennial · 5 months
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We lost so many legends this year
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hazyaltcare · 2 months
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A high-energy playlist for a John "Soap" MacTavish (Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II (2022)) kin with themes of Scotland and nature.
Tracklist:
The Silencers - The Real McCoy
Runrig - Clash of the Ash
McCafferty - Scotland
Dropkick Murphys - The Battle Rages On
Of Monsters and Men - Mountain Sound
Cosmo Sheldrake - The Moss
The Oh Hellos - Soldier, Poet, King
Twin Atlantic - Mothertongue
The Lumineers - Scotland
Glass Animals - Solar Power
You can listen to it here.
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bryanvegaslash · 1 month
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Paddy Sersha - NG Lucky Collab
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buttsoclock · 5 months
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Hey so uhhhh St. George's Folly's second album STRAIGHT OUT OF THE SUN is finally available to stream and y'all I know I'm biased because it's my husband's band but it's SO GOOD.
It's got traditionals. It's got originals. It's got humor and sincerity and nostalgia and irreverence. Songs to dance to. Songs to get drunk to. And one particular profanity-laden birthday song you can send to someone you love (or really, REALLY hate) when their special day rolls around.
If Celtic-inspired rock music with folk influences sounds like your jam, or if you just want to do me a solid and help spread the word of something that was made by someone I really love, please check them out! I listen on Spotify but they're on Apple Music, Amazon Music, iTunes, and probably others as well. Just search for St. George's folly's wherever you get your music.
And if you like them please spread the word, reblog this, and give them a follow on Facebook or Instagram. So much love and work went into this album and I'm so proud of my husband and his bandmates, and I really want the world to hear it!
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mywifeleftme · 5 months
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231: The Pogues // If I Should Fall from Grace with God
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If I Should Fall from Grace with God The Pogues 1988, Stiff
Take my hand, and dry your tears babe Take my hand, forget your fears babe There’s no pain, there’s no more sorrow They’re all gone, gone in the years babe
Ah Shane, another man surely claimed by the number one cause of death in Ireland: Irishness. Sometimes it felt like you had to take your finger and fish around in his horrible mouth for all the poetry you’d been told was in there, but if you kept at it you’d always pull out some slurred gem eventually. Like a lot of men of my genre, to me the Pogues personified down-but-not-out romance, the sort of music for cavorting and resisting but also for sliding your heavy boots along some dusted wood floor, with your hands around a woman’s waist and your exhausted nose in her good-smelling hair. They made masculine music, certainly, but in that manner that admits tears and tenderness among men, the way enough beer can blur the stiff boundary between straight dudes and whiskey can burn right through it by the end of a night. And they made smart music too, cognizant of history, ever on the side of the common person, but with a maniac zest for bloody myths and black-humoured political sloganeering.
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MacGowan loved doomed poets like Federico Garcia Lorca and Brendan Behan, and it seemed that in his understanding there was no separating the doom from the poetry. Certainly he was avid in his commitment to both. In his lyrics and in his stage presence, he presented the figure of a tattered, drunken tramp, whose low state gives him vision, reckless freedom, and the right to broad sentimentality. It’s a pose that’s existed about as long as literature itself has, and there’s plenty of Irish and English folk songs that lean into the trope—what MacGowan, via his punk roots, brings to the table is that he sounds like that character when he sings. It’s moving when a ruinous drunk opens their gob and a high pure “Danny Boy” voice emerges. But with MacGowan, you feel like you’re right there in the bar or the prison cell or the ghostly pirate ship where the action is happening.
Of course, the Pogues were always more than just Shane, and it’s not unlikely he’d be a very obscure figure today if he hadn’t joined forces with such a formidable crew of instrumentalists. Though I’m partial to the MacGowan-dominated Rum Sodomy & the Lash, their most successful record, If I Should Fall from Grace with God, is the moment the band and their brilliant frontman achieved equilibrium. Many of the album’s finest songs are co-writes between MacGowan and banjo player Jem Finer, while new additions (and actual Irishmen) Terry Woods and Philip Chevron (himself passed away in 2013) each contribute moving originals. The band is every bit as put-together as Shane is not, but the record finds them as always shifting gracefully between hellraising punk, rare old dewy folk, and honest-to-God Christmas music without once seeming out of their element. On the better than respectable (though less than classic) albums that followed, they would effectively take up the slack left by their decreasingly functional singer. Even when Shane was often little more than a reeking stage prop, they remained a force in concert.
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I own the first three Pogues records (and the Poguetry in Motion EP), and prior to today I hadn’t decided which I would write about. But when I heard the news, I knew immediately it would be Grace’s “The Broad Majestic Shannon” that would be the song to make me weep; and that decided it. Lesser known than the similarly swinging “Fairytale of New York,” but no less special to my heart, it tells in plain speech of the pain and relief in time’s passing. As MacGowan told it, “Shannon” is “a song about an Irishman returning to his hometown in County Tipperary after many years of living in London, and finding that everything about the place he grew up in has changed or disappeared.” He remembers a last drink with friends and a lover, a pensive moment sat at a crossroads where he took the place in a final time before pushing off. Sometime later, he returns to a wall where that crossroads once stood and stands by it a while, pushing around some old rubbish with his foot before shaking his head wryly at himself for being so sentimental about it. Threading those two moments in time there’s the chorus I quoted at the top of this piece, this rich, tender, accepting thing. On the first pass through, it could be the speaker comforting his loved ones on the eve of his departure; on the second, it seems the memory of his own words gently chides and comforts him. “The Broad Majestic Shannon” makes the iron, inescapable fact that all people and things must pass away sound like a blessing, and that coming to accept this fact is the requirement that makes truly living possible. Poets tend to be denied the benefits of their own insights, but they say even in his ruin Shane was content with his lot. He loved and was loved. And now he’s gone where there are no tears or cops or dentists, and we have our time together before we go too.
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guerrilla-operator · 1 year
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The Pogues // Turkish Song of the Damned
Did you keep a watch for the dead man's wind? Did you see the woman with the comb in her hand? Wailing away on the wall on the strand As you danced to the Turkish song of the damned
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haveyouheardthisband · 3 months
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Tracklist:
The Sick Bed Of Cúchulainn • The Old Main Drag • Wild Cats Of Kilkenny • I'm A Man You Don't Meet Every Day • A Pair Of Brown Eyes • Sally MacLennane • Dirty Old Town • Jesse James • Navigator • Billy's Bones • The Gentleman Soldier • And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda
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idiotcoward · 7 months
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The Pogues - Rum, Sodomy, & the Lash
So my Mom went to elementary school in London and was an Irish American who’s only friend was an Irish girl who’s mom ran a pub. She told me that they’d play this shit pretty much 24/7 at this spot and she’d been addicted ever since. Well since I’m her kid it’s been drilled into my brain as well and I absolutely love this record. There’s lines her or there where the lingo they’re using is offensive, or they have the facts of the situation wrong (for instance the song ‘Jesse James’ dude was a terrorist for the confederacy and a racist snd deserved to be killed, and I’m literally his relative) but their heart is often in the right place! They’re singing songs for the little guy. They’re like the drunk guy at the bar who can’t use the right words but is a better ally then the liberal college educated scum bag. Incredible record.
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cavalierzee · 10 months
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Angel Of Death
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metanoianmayhem · 1 year
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feat: Wakefire at a very brisk St Pat's this year. Gnomespeed, comrades, for playing with an inch of snow on stage.
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captainoliverfox · 2 years
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Celtic Rock Song: Maghablaghajrahlarhakahrha fuck ahahfhijijijkie a whiskey aheiahgeafedjlgasgsagdsa Billy McKinley *tin whistle solo*
Me: Hell yeah i'll drink to that
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