BENZINA Senior Member 11 June 2007 504 Thessaloniki 1 December 2023 #1 To view this content we will need your consent to set third party cookies. For more detailed information, see our cookies page. Accept third party cookies
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superfly Moderator Staff member 21 November 2008 16,347 πετρουπολη 3 December 2023 #2 To view this content we will need your consent to set third party cookies. For more detailed information, see our cookies page. Accept third party cookies Kαλό σου ταξίδι ποιητή....Θα σε αγαπαμε πάντα.
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superfly Moderator Staff member 21 November 2008 16,347 πετρουπολη 3 December 2023 #3 To view this content we will need your consent to set third party cookies. For more detailed information, see our cookies page. Accept third party cookies If I should fall from grace with God Where no doctor can relieve me If I’m buried in the sod But the angels won’t receive me Let me go, boys, let me go, boys Let me go down in the mud, where the rivers all run dry This land was always ours It was the proud land of our fathers It belongs to us and them Not to any of the others Let them go, boys, let them go, boys Let them go down in the mud, where the rivers all run dry Shane MacGowan’s 10 greatest recordings The singer was at his snarling, poignant best across these powerful vignettes that put a modern spin on Irish folk traditions and gave us a timeless festive singalong www.theguardian.com
To view this content we will need your consent to set third party cookies. For more detailed information, see our cookies page. Accept third party cookies If I should fall from grace with God Where no doctor can relieve me If I’m buried in the sod But the angels won’t receive me Let me go, boys, let me go, boys Let me go down in the mud, where the rivers all run dry This land was always ours It was the proud land of our fathers It belongs to us and them Not to any of the others Let them go, boys, let them go, boys Let them go down in the mud, where the rivers all run dry Shane MacGowan’s 10 greatest recordings The singer was at his snarling, poignant best across these powerful vignettes that put a modern spin on Irish folk traditions and gave us a timeless festive singalong www.theguardian.com
Panoramix Moderator Staff member 31 January 2012 11,715 Θεσσαλονίκη 12 December 2023 #5 R.I.P. Ευχαριστούμε για τις γιορτές και τα πιωματα! To view this content we will need your consent to set third party cookies. For more detailed information, see our cookies page. Accept third party cookies Reactions: opsim and superfly
R.I.P. Ευχαριστούμε για τις γιορτές και τα πιωματα! To view this content we will need your consent to set third party cookies. For more detailed information, see our cookies page. Accept third party cookies