HOT 2013 Popular Day 2 ~~ The Pogues~ A Rainy Night in Soho

                                  Of course I'm gonna post my very favorite Pogues tunes...

                                   This is A Rainy Night in Soho.... amazing lyrics xx

The song is found on the EP: POGUETRY IN MOTION in 1986.

It was later re-released in 2004/05 on the  Re-released  and remastered album Rum Sodomy and the Lash (originally released in 1985).

The song was produced by Elvis Costello.

 There are a few versions floating around. Originally lead singer and songwriter Shane MacGowan wanted the final released version to feature the cornet

 at the end 

while Elvis Costello preferred the Oboe. Eventually both versions were released in different regions. The Americas and Canada got the Oboe version, while Shane's preferred cornet version was released in the UK and Europe. Later a third version was released mixing elements of both. 

Guitarist Phil Chevron says "there are something like 13 versions with different edits of the two recordings."

Below Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds cover the song in 1992

and one more cover, this one I really love has a bit of a folky  and warm feel

It's by Damien Dempsey and unfortunately I can't find the full song/studio version.

It's too beautiful to not include..partial song or not.

I have read that this song is about whisky...there are some clues in the lyrics that may lead to that conclusion "measure" measure of my dreams ect... and Shane, who wrote the song certainly has a romance with the drink. Whatever the meaning I find it to be one of the greatest love songs ever.

I've been loving you a long time Down all the years, down all the days And I've cried for all your troubles 

Smiled at your funny little ways We watched our friends grow up together And we saw them as they fell 

Some of them fell into Heaven Some of them fell into Hell I took shelter from a shower And I stepped into 

your arms On a rainy night in Soho The wind was whistling all its charms I sang you all my sorrows You 

told me all your joys Whatever happened to that old song To all those little girls and boys Sometimes I 

wake up in the morning The ginger lady by my bed Covered in a cloak of silence I hear you talking in my 

head I'm not singing for the future I'm not dreaming of the past I'm not talking of the first time I never 

think about the last Now, the song is nearly over We may never find out what it means Still there's a light 

I hold before me You're the measure of my dreams The measure of my dreams