The lure of life, the sense of tears: a Pogues classic

by DRM

There was a time once when the open­ing bars of this song — almost any by the Pogues, really — would bring the sense of tears to the cor­ners of my eyes, a tight­ness across my chest.  There was so much Love that had been lost, so much yearn­ing that had been mis­placed, too many quiet nights at the end of a bar inter­rupted with intense and empty talk.

When I went to Ire­land the first time, I felt the lure of ancients.  The sec­ond time, I felt the lure of life.  Happy St. Patrick’s Day.