Streams of Whiskey is a popular song by the Anglo-Irish Celtic punk band, The Pogues. Released in 1984, it has become a timeless classic and a favourite among fans of the band. The song holds a deep meaning that resonates with its listeners, evoking emotions and painting vivid pictures through its lyrics. You see, we’ve all been there. You could say that the song was a blend of the hedonistic lifestyle of the band and lead singer Shane MacGowan in particular, and the rich heritage of Irish music and culture. Typical of MacGowan’s raw honesty, the lyrics are heartfelt, they embrace an honesty, a truth. With the line ‘I’ll stay ’til the blood flows dear’ the singer embraces this alcohol-fuelled consciousness. Or unconsciousness as the reality often was.
‘Songs like Streams of Whiskey exemplify the unique blend of traditional Irish folk music with punk rock that The Pogues pioneered. The band’s ability to encapsulate the spirit of Irish culture and transform it into an energetic and rebellious sound resonated deeply with fans worldwide.
Whiskey has long been associated with Irish culture, often esteemed as more than just a beverage. In Streams of Whiskey, it serves as a symbol of rebellion, freedom, and the pursuit of temporary solace.’ Warren Barrett
If you haven’t read it, here’s an appreciative, affectionate tribute of The Progues' frontman by the BBC’s Arts correspondent David Sillito- A life too interesting: Shane MacGowan.
Streams of Whiskey - Shane Patrick Lysaght MacGowan
Last night as I slept
I dreamt I met with Behan
I shook him by the hand and we passed the time of day
When questioned on his views
On the crux of life's philosophies
He had but these few clear and simple words to say
I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
I have cursed, bled and sworn
Jumped bail and landed up in jail
Life has often tried to stretch me
But the rope always was slack
And now that I've a pile
I'll go down to the Chelsea
I'll walk in on my feet
But I'll leave there on my back
Because I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
Oh the words that he spoke
Seemed the wisest of philosophies
There's nothing ever gained
By a wet thing called a tear
When the world is too dark
And I need the light inside of me
I'll walk into a bar
And drink fifteen pints of beer
I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
I am going, I am going
Any which way the wind may be blowing
I am going, I am going
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
Where streams of whiskey are flowing
Here it is recorded and performed by Dave Webb as part of his Dave Folk Harmonica YouTube series: Streams of Whiskey
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