Pogues & Kirsty MacColl (feat.): Fairytale Of New York | Song-Factsheet


Song «Fairytale Of New York» von Pogues & Kirsty MacColl (feat.).


Veröffentlichungsdaten: 1987 11 (Single), 1988 01 (Album)
Label: Stiff NY 7, Stiff NYR 1
Songwriter Jem Finer & Shane MacGowan
Produktion: Steve Lillywhite
Genre: Postpunk - Singer-Songwriter - Singer-Songwriter-Band, Folk - Newfolk


Der Song über irische Einwanderer in den USA, die, statt den amerikanischen Traum im Showbusiness zu erleben, elend Hunger leiden, brauchte über ein Jahr, bis er die finale Gestalt annahm. Angefangen hat seine Entstehung offenbar mit einer Wette zwischen Elvis Costello und Shane MacGowan und Jem Finer, dass es nicht möglich sei, ein Weihnachtslied frei von Kitsch zu schreiben. Die Inspiration und der Songtitel kamen vom Buch mit dem selben Namen von James Patrick (JP) Donleavy. Als die Bassistin die Band verliess, sprang die Ehefrau des Produzenten Kirsty MacColl für das Duett ein. Der Sound der Hintergrundmusik ist von Ennio Morricones Soundtrack Once Upon A Time In America beeinflusst. Fairytale ... ist vermutlich gegenwärtig das beliebteste Weihnachtslied in Grossbritannien.

Personen und Querverweise

Pogues & Kirsty MacColl (feat.)
Jem Finer
Shane MacGowan
Steve Lillywhite


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 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