Відео

Sensational. What voices, song and sound. Love live love...... 🎶🎶🎵♩🎶🎵♩🎵🎶🎵♩🎵

M AR V E L L O U S . ...... 🎶🎶🎵🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶

This is my favorite video on UA-cam

Fantastic

After a long time... I remember that I owe it to memory to continue missing... life is short

POHUES. Most perfectly fit puzzle of musicians ever

Boże Chryste czemu tak szybko zabrałeś nam Shona 😢😢😢

Non stop love muza nie umiem się pogodzić ze śmiercią Shona😢

tip top pop pickers(not arf)!

Wild music!!! RIP Shane 🙏

❤cool as f***❤

Y love

Thousands classic

Shane, Philip, and Daryl are gone, but the music they created will never be forgotten.

This is f_____g awesome RIP Shane ❤

What Irish 😊

Your the measure of my dreams what a writer sadly missed shane mac gowen RIP and thank s for amazing music

Much love 💚🍀

This is the national anthem of the Irish diaspora in America, there’s not one of us to whom this song does not resonate with, in a profoundly unique way. Bless Phil, The Pogues and the incomparable Shane MacGowan. Slainte.

I rarely comment. But the tempo is way to fast! Why?

This song reminds me of my great great Grandfather whos parents put him on the ship alone when he was just a little boy. Remind myself that when im having a "hard" time.

Bless Joe Shane Phil all the pogues and the clash pure legends.

❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

may your soul travels in peace Shane om

The island, it is silent now But the ghosts still haunt the waves And the torch lights up a famished man Who fortune could not save Did you work upon the railroad? Did you rid the streets of crime? Were your dollars from the White House? Were they from the Five-and-Dime? Did the old songs taunt or cheer you? And did they still make you cry? Did you count the months and years Or did your teardrops quickly dry? "Ah, no", says he, "it was not to be On a coffin ship I came here And I never even got so far That they could change my name" Thousands are sailing Across the western ocean To a land of opportunity That some of them will never see Fortune prevailing Across the western ocean Their bellies full Their spirits free They'll break the chains of poverty And they'll dance In Manhattan's desert twilight In the death of afternoon We stepped hand in hand on Broadway Like the first man on the moon And a blackbird broke the silence As you whistled it so sweet And in Brendan Behan's footsteps I danced up and down the street Then we said goodnight to Broadway Giving it our best regards Tipped our hats to Mister Cohen Dear old Times Square's favourite bard Then we raised a glass to JFK And a dozen more besides When I got back to my empty room I suppose I must have cried Thousands are sailing Again across the ocean Where the hand of opportunity Draws tickets in a lottery Postcards we're mailing Of sky light skies and oceans From rooms the daylight never sees And lights don't glow on Christmas trees And we danced to the music And we danced Thousands are sailing Across the western ocean Where the hand of opportunity Draws tickets in a lottery Where e'er we go, we celebrate The land that makes us refugees From fear of priests with empty plates From guilt and weeping effigies Still we dance to the music And we dance

God bless Phil and the absolutely magnificent Shane, I reckon they’re up there enjoying a pint or two and shaking the doors of heaven with this brilliant tune. RIP you gorgeous men, you are so missed but thankful for your music

RIP Shane MacGowan Poured one out for you tonight....

Was at that gig. Outstanding.

RIP Shane. By the grace of God go you. You are loved and will be missed.

RIP❤ Go on dancing to the music

RIP Shane💔

Here's to ya, Shane!

RIP Shane and Kirsty .

Supr😊😊😊😊😊😊

This is brilliant & beautiful! ❤

Saw them on St Patrick's day once. Complete chaos😂😂😂

We got to see this tour, except Shane was on hiatus. As they played London Calling and Fiesta we could look up from the floor and see the mezzanine rolling up and down with the dancing at The Wiltern. What an incredible show.

Piece of Brilliance

God bless Shane. Ask any Romantic--it's a sad and sweet trip to an early grave.

The last time I saw you was down at the Greeks There was whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks You sang me a song that was pure as the breeze On a road leading up Glenaveigh I sat for a while at the cross at Finnoe Where young lovers would meet when the flowers were in bloom Heard the men coming home from the fair at Shinrone Their hearts in Tipperary wherever they go 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 I sat for a while by the gap in the wall Found a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball Heard the cards being dealt and the rosary called And a fiddle playing "Sean Dun Na Ngall" And the next time I see you we'll be down at the Greeks There'll be whiskey on Sunday and tears on our cheeks For it's stupid to laugh and it's useless to bawl 'Bout a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball 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 So I walked as the day was dawning Where small birds sang and leaves were falling Where we once watched the row boats landing By the broad majestic Shannon

powerful little welsh dude , inspiring lyrics

WD thankx

All Said n Sung 🎉🍀🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🍀🍺

Shane was beating the shit out of that Bodhrán

This song means a lot to many people in Norway too. Between 1820 and 1920, around 800,000 Norwegians emigrated to the USA and Canada. Norway, together with Ireland with as many as two million emigrants, became the countries with the largest emigration in relation to the population. In 1820 it was 1 million people in Norway. In 1920 it was 2.5 mill.

Magical

what a collection of talent!

It’s just brilliant

They were the best irish band ever and won't be matched ever

Best tune live