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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I’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.

There’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€

I’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 knives—
Never closer the whole rest of our lives."

I’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 Homer’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 I—
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 child’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 I’d always love you,
I always did, I always will

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The child’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?’

Kyler 2019.

Beautiful line. Never heard that poem before

TS Eliot was the king of that, for me. I’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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