Hi ginsoaked, would love to hear it but can't see your email
address as I don't have my mail set up right yet: would you mind
emailing it to me if you can see my address? That would be great,
thanks very much for getting it. Liked the Behan story, sure there
are many more, he was quite a character. Have you seen the poem
Tom Waits wrote about The Pogues for the new Hell's Ditch/Rum
Sodomy and the Lash release? It's posted on the Eyeball Kid's
website in response to another message. In fact, will paste it in
here for anyone else who might like it:
The Pogues
Their music is like
*the brandy of the damned*
Pogue Mahone
they are the last
pure hearts
from Dickens, Joyce, Dylan Thomas
to Christy Moore
like Red Diamonds
*Pirates*, full of malarky
*they're little giants*
they're Bill Sykes
They are all orphans
*and* they are leaving
on the 2:10 train
with no *ticket*
Rapscallion, angry, weeping
*passed out songs, songs*
that seem to be born
effortlessly, or
not born but found
on top of an old wood stove
like a Bowler hat
and the Pogues know
*where the little people go*
and they follow them
they're as old as treasure island
songs that we all should carry
I learnt'em and sung'em
and changed'em
and passed'em on
*down the wild blue road*
as Shane MacGowan and the Pogues
warm their hands
on a fire
made from chopsticks
and a horse pulls a milk wagon
up the steep, wet cobblestone
*street and stumbles*
to his knees, bloodying them
as a man
no bigger than my thumb
dances in the broken glass
and jumps rope with a shoe lace
the song he sings
*is one by the Pogues*
