Along with Boyzone, Keating has sold over 40 million records worldwide, and in Australia he is best known as a judge on The X Factor. Keating has worked as a charity campaigner most notably for the Marie Keating Foundation, a foundation that raises awareness for breast cancer. It is named after his mother, who died of the disease. Ronan Keatings fortune is around £12 million pounds.
Fairy Tale Of New York
Ronan Keating Lyrics
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In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night
The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day
You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last
The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day
I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you
The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas day
In "Fairy Tale Of New York," Ronan Keating tells the story of two people who dream of a better life in New York. The song starts on Christmas Eve when the singer, who is in the drunk tank, meets an old man who sings a song. The singer then thinks about his lover and how he hopes to have a better year with her. He talks about the glamour of the city, with its cars big as bars and rivers of gold, but also about how the wind goes right through you, and it's no place for the old.
The singer then remembers a cold Christmas Eve when he first took his lover's hand and she promised him that Broadway was waiting for him. They dance through the night, and the boys of the NYPD choir sing "Galway Bay." But then the song takes a dark turn when the singer calls his lover a "slut," a "scumbag," and a "maggot." He says he could have been someone, but she took his dreams away. Ultimately, he still dreams of a better life with her.
The song's contrast between the joyous and the bitter makes it a classic, and it has been covered by many artists. But its provocative language has also led to controversy, with some people calling for it to be banned. Despite this, it remains a beloved Christmas song that captures the highs and lows of the season.
Line by Line Meaning
It was Christmas Eve babe
The story starts on Christmas Eve
In the drunk tank
The singer is in a holding cell for being drunk
An old man said to me, won't see another one
An older man in the cell is resigned to dying before experiencing another Christmas
And then he sang a song
The man sings a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
The song is called 'The Rare Old Mountain Dew'
I turned my face away
The singer turns away, possibly not wanting to be drawn into the older man's sadness
And dreamed about you
The singer thinks about someone they're missing
Got on a lucky one
The artist is talking about placing a bet and winning
Came in eighteen to one
The bet had 18-1 odds
I've got a feeling
The artist has a good feeling about the upcoming year
This year's for me and you
The singer is looking forward to a good year to share with someone
So happy Christmas
The artist wishes a happy Christmas
I love you baby
The singer loves someone
I can see a better time
The singer has hope for a better future
When all our dreams come true
The singer looks forward to a time when their dreams will be realized
They've got cars big as bars
New York City has ostentatious wealth
They've got rivers of gold
New York City has an abundance of riches
But the wind goes right through you
Despite the wealth, New York has a cold, unforgiving climate
It's no place for the old
The city is not welcoming to the elderly
When you first took my hand
The artist remembers a time when someone they care about held their hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
This moment happened on Christmas Eve
You promised me
The person the artist remembers made a promise
Broadway was waiting for me
The promise was that the singer would find success on Broadway
You were handsome
The artist is remembering the attractiveness of the person they care about
You were pretty
The person was also lovely
Queen of New York City
The person was the 'Queen' of the city
When the band finished playing
The singer recalls time spent with the person, likely at a show or event with a band performing
They howled out for more
The audience at the show demanded an encore
Sinatra was swinging,
Frank Sinatra was performing and/or at the show
All the drunks they were singing
The people present, including the singer himself/herself, were enjoying themselves and singing along
We kissed on a corner
The singer and the person shared an intimate moment on a street corner
Then danced through the night
The pair danced all night long, enjoying each other's company
The boys of the NYPD choir
The artist sees and hears a group of NYPD officers
Were singing 'Galway Bay'
The choir is performing a song called 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing out
The sound of bells is heard and likely adding to the liveliness of the city streets
For Christmas day
It's still Christmas day and the celebrations continue
You're a bum
The singer directs derogatory language towards someone, likely the person they were reminiscing about earlier
You're a punk
This person is being insulted with more harsh language
You're an old slut on junk
The person is being insulted in the worst way possible
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
The person is now suffering and lying in a hospital bed
You scumbag, you maggot
The artist continues hurling insults to the person they are emotionally upset with
You cheap lousy faggot
The singer's use of homophobic language only displays further disgust for the person
Happy Christmas your arse
The singer wishes this person an unwelcome and unpleasant holiday greeting
I pray God it's our last
The artist desperately wants this to be the last Christmas the two share together
I could have been someone
The artist laments not having lived up to their potential
Well so could anyone
The artist acknowledges that other people might have also failed to live up to their potential
You took my dreams from me
The person they care about has let them down in some way, causing their dreams to be dashed
When I first found you
The artist's disappointment in this person is compounded by the fact that they initially thought they found someone they could rely on
I kept them with me babe
Despite it all, the singer still clings to their dreams
I put them with my own
The singer is holding onto their own dreams as well
Can't make it all alone
The singer knows they cannot make it alone, they need others in their life
I've built my dreams around you
The narrative brings full circle to how the person they cared for influenced their own dreams and aspirations
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Jem Finer, Shane Patrick Lysaght Macgowan
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@TheY2JMc
I dont know what Ronan Keating got for doing this cover but it should have been 3-5 years.
@donmackay7149
Out Rageous!
@alldaybrekkie
very good top marks
@chrisbayless7744
Agree. Trash..
@noelodonnell2669
Ronan Keating ‘Fairytale Of New York’ Trial Begins At The Hague
@jamessullivan9125
Lmao
@markcole5187
This version is actually driving me to drink. It's only November.
@philryan7254
It's Christmas 2022 and I've just seen the repeat of Bill Bailey on QI so I thought I'd have a listen. I wouldn't say this is bad but it's not the best Merry Christmas Everybody
@PikaStu666
Ronan “I can ruin a classic Christmas song”
Jon Bon Jovi “Hold my beer...”
@tonydefrenza1558
I got to "in the drunk tank" and needed a breather.