Favourite Pogues Song

Oh, that part is true.

I could listen to the outro to Body of an American all day long. The uileann pipes playing in harmony is so evocative, spine tingling almost.

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One more go. After a few hours of Spotify on the speakers.

Fair play to you Shane, you mad hoor.

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The best song about gambling ever

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Iā€™ll give ya facking paddy @Kyle

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ā€œThe measure of my dreamsā€ is a line that punches. Such a beautiful succinct line to describe being happy with ones lot.

Thereā€™s few lines in song or poetry that carry so much weight in so few words yet have so much beneath it.
I think about lines like it every now and then.

Heaneys ā€œa foot for every yearā€

Yeats ā€œthe best lack all conviction while the worst are full of passionate intensityā€

Iā€™ll go heaney again, the man had a way with words you might say, could have been a poet

" I remembered her head bent towards my head,
Her breath in mine, our fluent dipping knivesā€”
Never closer the whole rest of our lives."

Iā€™ve a few more that I think of often.

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A favourite of mine

I inclined To lose my faith in Ballyrush and Gortin Till Homerā€™s ghost came whispering to my mind. He said: I made the Iliad from such A local row. Gods make their own importance.

And another

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade

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Two roads diverged in a wood, and Iā€”
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

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I loved her from the day she died.
She was a summer dance at the crossroads.
She was a card game where a nose was broken.
She was a song that nobody sings.
She was a house ransacked by soldiers.
She was a language seldom spoken.
She was a childā€™s purse, full of useless things.

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And as the sunset came to meet,
the evening on the hill
I told you Iā€™d always love you,
I always did, I always will

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The childā€™s purse analogy is my favourite in any poem

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And an evening breeze came from the bridge
That kissed the river side

ā€˜Do you know who i am?ā€™

Kyler 2019.

Beautiful line. Never heard that poem before

TS Eliot was the king of that, for me. Iā€™m as thick as two planks but I got an A in honours English (much to the annoyance of @PhattPike ) because I loved reading him.

ā€œI will show you fear in a handful of dustā€ is probably the one that stuck with me the most.

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The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock

My favourite piece of writing ever.

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The Body of an American

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Let us go now you and I

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