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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
The Pogues
Interprète
Shane MacGowan
Chant
James Fearnley
Accordéon
Terry Woods
Mandoline
Jem Finer
Banjo
Darryl Hunt
Basse
Andrew Ranken
Batterie
Philip Chevron
Guitare
Spider Stacy
Tin whistle
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Shane MacGowan
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Paul Cobbold
Ingénierie
Joe Strummer
Production
Paroles
Ignacio lay dying in the sand
A single red rose clutched in a dying hand
And the women wept to see their hero die
And the big black birds gathered in the sky
Mother of all our joys
Mother of all our sorrows
Intercede with him tonight
For all of our tomorrows
The years went by and then the killers came
And took the men, marched them up the hill of pain
And Lorca, the faggot poet they left 'til last
Blew his brains out with a pistol up his arse
Mother of all our joys
Mother of all our sorrows
Intercede with him tonight
For all of our tomorrows
The killers came to mutilate the dead
But ran away in terror to search the town instead
But Lorca's corpse, as he had prophesied, just walked away
And the only sound was the women in the chapel praying
Mother of all our joys
Mother of all our sorrows
Intercede with him tonight
For all of our tomorrows
Writer(s): Shane Patrick Lysaght Mac-gowan
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