I hate that this will get overshadowed by the news about Kissinger. The man was an absolute bard and will be sorely missed.

Now you’ll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks
And they’ll take you from this dump you’re in and stick you in a box
Then they’ll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground
But you’ll stick your head back out and shout “We’ll have another round”

Damn. RIP.

The worms crawl in and the worms crawl out.

Him: I could have been someone

Her: Well, so could anyone
Her: You took my dreams from me
Her: When I first found you

Him: I kept them with me, babe
Him: I put them with my own
Him: Can’t make it all alone
Him: I’ve built my dreams around you

-Fairytale of New York

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

-Thousands are Sailing

Oh no!

The dying days… its always comes in waves and it will be more and more as these people who created the events of the 60’s, 70’s and now the 80’s come to the end of their days.

I wasn’t a huge fan of the Pogues but damn they had a singularity about them. Nothing compares to their sound and the lyrics, especially in a punk setting.