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Fairytale of New York 25th anniversary re-release for 2012

Fairytale of New York single coverTo celebrate the 25th anniversary of the most famous single by The Pogues & Kirsty MacColl is being re-released in two formats, and with new cover art!

Join the Facebook campaign to help Fairytale of New York finally win the Number 1 Christmas Single!

The formats are:

  • 7" - Fairytale of New York / Fairytale of New York (instr.)
  • Digital formats (Amazon UK, iTunes UK)
    • Fairytale of New York - 99p
    • Fairytale of New York (instr.) - 99p
    • Fairytale of New York (video) - 99p
    • Bundle of all three - £1.49

Kirsty MacColl, the female vocalist on Fairytale of New York, was killed at Cozumel in Mexico on December 18, 2000. Her mother Jean formed the group Justice for Kirsty and with them has sought justice for Kirsty's tragic and untimely death. On December 5, 2009 Jean and the Justice for Kirsty comittee determined that they had exhausted their legal options and ceased their campaign.

Visit www.justiceforkirsty.org or send an email to Justice for Kirsty for more information.


Fairytale of New York Cords

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

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

copyright 1988 Shane MacGowan & Jem Finer


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