Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drunken Boat, artist - The Pogues. Album song 30 Years, in the genre Фолк-рок
Date of issue: 10.03.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner Music UK
Song language: English
Drunken Boat |
The 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 inise 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 buy 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 phospor 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 coupled hundred Finns |
And we dallied in the 'dilly and we stoaked ourselves in gin |
Now the only deck I’d want to walk |
Are the stalks of corn beneath my feet |
And the only sea I want to sail |
Is the darkned pond in the scented dusk |
Where a kid crouced 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 fucking die |
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 |