Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Pogues
The Pogues
Performer
Darryl Hunt
Darryl Hunt
Bass Guitar
Philip Chevron
Philip Chevron
Guitar
James Fearnley
James Fearnley
Accordion
Brian Clarke
Brian Clarke
Alto Saxophone
Jem Finer
Jem Finer
Banjo
Paul Taylor
Paul Taylor
Trombone
Terry Woods
Terry Woods
Mandolin
Andrew Ranken
Andrew Ranken
Drums
Gasper Lawal
Gasper Lawal
Percussion
Joey Cashman
Joey Cashman
Tenor Saxophone
Spider Stacy
Spider Stacy
Tin Whistle
Eli Thompson
Eli Thompson
Trumpet
Shane MacGowan
Shane MacGowan
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darryl Hunt
Darryl Hunt
Songwriter
Philip Chevron
Philip Chevron
Songwriter
Paul Taylor
Paul Taylor
Brass Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nick Lacey
Nick Lacey
Assistant Engineer
Chris Dickie
Chris Dickie
Engineer
Steve Lillywhite
Steve Lillywhite
Producer

Lyrics

Alligators snap at your ankles And branches snap at your brain If I ever get through this swamp alive I'll nevermore pray for rain This must be the place And still somehow it don't seem right Something in the moon could change These endless days to lonely nights I take a stroll down by the sea And walk along the pier Then I slip and hit my head Now's the time to fear I see the surface, see the rocks See my past fly swiftly by I feel the water in my lungs And wake up screaming for my life In my blue heaven, there's a bottle of Pontchartrain Chalmette by moonlight to take away the pain Card sharks and blue harps and dolphins who can leap In my blue heaven, where I can laugh and I can weep Black shapes zip into corners The big lads start to crawl To holes of their own making In the cracks within the wall Snakes and rats and spiders I know that they're still there I pray to God that I may sleep Without a hope, without a care In my blue heaven, there's a bottle of Pontchartrain Chalmette by moonlight to take away the pain Felines and sea lions and rain on the beach In my blue heaven with angels who are out of reach In my blue heaven, there's a bottle of Pontchartrain Chalmette by moonlight to take away the pain Nightingales sing and the bells, they will ring In my blue heaven, the bells of hell go ding-a-ling-a-ling
Writer(s): Philip Chevron, Darryl Gatwick Hunt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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