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A tribute to one of my favourite Pogues songs about the Coffin ships upon which the hopes of many Irish emigrants to America sailed or died….

A blend of 2 of my own images using layers & my own texture in PS elements

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coffin ships, irish, emigration, ireland, america, pogues, immigration, hope, death, poverty

As a child my plane crashed in the Himalayas & I was raised by an advanced civilisation that taught me photography, ESP & precognition, no, wait that was the Champions wasn’t it?

Ah well, 50+ & getting more muddled by the day.

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  • buttonpresser
    buttonpresseralmost 3 years ago

    The island it is silent now
    But the ghosts still haunt the waves
    And the torch lights up a famished man
    Who fortune could not save

    Did you work upon the railroad
    Did you rid the streets of crime
    Were your dollars from the white house
    Were they from the five and dime

    Did the old songs taunt or cheer you
    And did they still make you cry
    Did you count the months and years
    Or did your teardrops quickly dry

    Ah, no, says he, ’twas not to be
    On a coffin ship I came here
    And I never even got so far
    That they could change my name

    Thousands are sailing
    Across the western ocean
    To a land of opportunity
    That some of them will never see
    Fortune prevailing
    Across the western ocean
    Their bellies full
    Their spirits free
    They’ll break the chains of poverty
    And they’ll dance

    In manhattan’s desert twilight
    In the death of afternoon
    We stepped hand in hand on broadway
    Like the first man on the moon
    And “the blackbird” broke the silence
    As you whistled it so sweet
    And in brendan behan’s footsteps
    I danced up and down the street

    Then we said goodnight to broadway
    Giving it our best regards
    Tipped our hats to mister cohen
    Dear old times square’s favorite bard

    Then we raised a glass to jfk
    And a dozen more besides
    When I got back to my empty room
    I suppose I must have cried

    Thousands are sailing
    Again across the ocean
    Where the hand of opportunity
    Draws tickets in a lottery
    Postcards we’re mailing
    Of sky-blue skies and oceans
    From rooms the daylight never sees
    Where lights don’t glow on christmas trees
    But we dance to the music
    And we dance

    Thousands are sailing
    Across the western ocean
    Where the hand of opportunity
    Draws tickets in a lottery
    Where e’er we go, we celebrate
    The land that makes us refugees
    From fear of priests with empty plates
    From guilt and weeping effigies
    And we dance

    Copyright Pogues 1988

  • dedmanshootn
    dedmanshootnalmost 3 years ago

    interesting work

  • Debbie Robbins
    Debbie Robbinsalmost 3 years ago

    AWESOME TRIBUTE DAVE!!! great work!!!

  • Trudi's Images
    Trudi's Imagesalmost 3 years ago

    Beautifully done Dave

  • Donna19
    Donna19almost 3 years ago

    Wonderful tribute. Really like both pieces.

  • jwmphotos
    jwmphotosalmost 3 years ago

    Super image and processing Dave!

  • Gilberte
    Gilbertealmost 3 years ago

    Such a good blend Dave and I like the colours too

  • Shulie1
    Shulie1almost 3 years ago

    Great shot – I can’t imagine sailing across the Atlantic on these ships. There was a programme on television about it and one ship was left to sink by it’s captain. The survivors were left on pack ice, eventually rescued and came to live in a small town called Westport, Ontario. My brother lives there and he tells me most of the streets have Irish names.

  • JohnDSmith
    JohnDSmithalmost 3 years ago

    Great work Dave,…

  • JohnDSmith
    JohnDSmithalmost 3 years ago

    Great work Dave,…

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