Upcoming Concerts for The Pogues

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Pogues
The Pogues
Performer
James McNally
James McNally
Accordion
Stephen Warbeck
Stephen Warbeck
Piano
Jamie Clarke
Jamie Clarke
Acoustic Guitar
Darryl Hunt
Darryl Hunt
Bass Guitar
Debsey Wykes
Debsey Wykes
Background Vocals
Stephen Hague
Stephen Hague
Background Vocals
Jem Finer
Jem Finer
Banjo
Steve Brown
Steve Brown
Background Vocals
Caroline Lavelle
Caroline Lavelle
Cello
Andrew Ranken
Andrew Ranken
Drums
David Coulter
David Coulter
Percussion
Jon Sevink
Jon Sevink
Fiddle
Jocelyn Pook
Jocelyn Pook
Viola
Anne Wood
Anne Wood
Violin
Julia Singleton
Julia Singleton
Violin
Sonia Slany
Sonia Slany
Violin
Spider Stacy
Spider Stacy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stephen Hague
Stephen Hague
Producer
Steve Brown
Steve Brown
Producer

Lyrics

Oh, the time will come up when the winds will stop And the breeze will cease to be breathin' Like the stillness in the wind before the hurricane begins The hour when the ship comes in Oh, the seas will split, and the ship will hit And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking Then the tide will sound and the winds will pound And the morning will be breaking Oh, the fishes will laugh as they swim out of the path And the seagulls, they will be smiling And the rocks on the sand will proudly stand The hour that the ship comes in And the words that are used for to get the ship confused Will not be understood as they're spoken For the chains of the sea will have busted in the night Will be buried at the bottom of the ocean A song will lift as the mainsail shifts The boat that drifts on to the shore line The Sun will respect every face on the deck The hour that the ship comes in Then the sands will roll out a carpet of gold For your weary toes to be a touchin' And the ship's wise men will remind you once again The whole wide world is watchin' The foes will rise with the sleep still in their eyes Jerk from their beds and think they're still dreamin' But they'll pinch themselves and squeel and know that it's for real The hour that the ship comes in Then they'll raise their hands, sayin' we'll meet all your demands We'll shout from the bow your days are numbered And like Pharaoh's tribe, they'll be drownded in the tide Like Goliath they'll be conquered Yeah
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