The Pogues - Dark Streets Of London - HD Audio & Visual Remaster

A buzz of excitement had been developing around Pogue Mahone. ‘Dark Streets Of London’ had been picked up by John Peel and other Radio 1 presenters, including David ‘Kid’ Jensen, also gave it some airplay. A Music Week poll of DJs, journalists and record company employees had named Pogue Mahone as a band to look out for in 1984 and Stan Brennan’s phone was kept busy with people wanting to interview them. When Dave Robinson checked out Pogue Mahone at The Pindar of Wakefield, he knew instantly they would be perfect for Stiff. Shane commented: ‘Stiff were the only people who could understand why people liked going to see us; the only people who were worth a job in the record business. There were all these A&R men going, “The Pogues are going to be huge, but we don’t understand why people are going to see them.” But Stiff got it. That’s why they signed Wreckless Eric, Nick Lowe and The Damned. People thought they were mad when they signed The Damned and Richard Hell because they thought it was just a fleeting fad. But anybody involved in it knew that punk was never going to go away again.’ “San Brennan went to see Dave Robinson and he then met with The Pogues. A deal was struck, initially for a re-release of ‘Dark Streets Of London’. Stiff then agreed to stump up the money for an album on one condition – that they change their name. Pogue Mahone was the Anglicised version of ‘póg mo thóin’, Gaelic for ‘Kiss my arse’. After some discussion, the group took a pragmatic view and agreed to become The Pogues. After all, The Nipple Erectors had become The Nips and Pogue Mahone’s controversial name had already limited the amount of airplay given to ‘Dark Streets Of London’. Dark Streets Of London I like to walk in the summer breeze Down Dalling Road by the dead old trees And drink with my friends In the Hammersmith Broadway Dear dirty delightful old drunken old days Then the winter came down and I loved it so dearly The pubs and the bookies where you'd spend all your time And the old men that were singing When the roses bloom again And turn like the leaves To a new summertime Now the winter comes down I can't stand the chill That comes to the streets around Christmas time And I'm buggered to damnation And I haven't got a penny To wander the dark streets of London Every time that I look on the first day of summer Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT And the drugged up psychos With death in their eyes And how all of this really Means nothing to me Now the winter comes down I can't stand the chill That comes to the streets around Christmas time And I'm buggered to damnation And I haven't got a penny To wander the dark streets of London Every time that I look on the first day of summer Takes me back to the place where they gave ECT And the drugged up psychos With death in their eyes And how all of this really Means nothing to me Now the winter comes down I can't stand the chill That comes to the streets around Christmas time And I'm buggered to damnation And I haven't got a penny To wander the dark streets of London To wander the dark streets of London To wander the dark streets of London