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