Lyrics (taken from
here):
Pogue's Weather
Lyrics by Jerry Joseph,
transcribed by Patrick Sprowls
something less than brilliant
luckily they're grading on the curve
a life thought most resilient
sabotaged by chronic lack of nerve
lack of nerve
you should know better than
to bet the farm
on one suggested horse
its all out of your hands
so take your seat
and watch it run its course
run its course
baby its Pogue's Weather again
it blows in from the west
and I'm afraid that I'm not man
enough to take the test
to face it down
determination's fled
from Pogue's Weather again
communication's on the blink
I fear I've let you down
the guns, the sex, the kitchen sink
pack it all get out of town
out of town
the drum from panama
its beautiful
but always drops the beat
you could bang your fingers raw
announcing our retreat
out retreat
baby its Pogue's Weather again
I should buy some warmer clothes
because I'm afraid I'm not the man
the man you think you know
scared and running
scared and running
scared and running from the cold
its summer in the book I'm reading
its summer in Siam
and that's not where you are
that's not where I am
I'm scared and running
scared and running
scared and running
let me lie my face down
in the warmer sand
its Pogue's Weather again
yea, its ruthless and cruel
its Pogue's Weather again
its reminds me of you
nothing left here to do
its Pogue's Weather again
so, I'll just stay in my room
its Pogue's Weather again
And some comments from the press (
Harp Magazine, review of Josephs album Cherry by By Randy Harward):
"In “Pogues Weather,” he invokes the Irish band to illustrate a broken-down relationship, and his lyrics and sandpaper soul convey a vividly visceral disappointment alien to most relationship tunes."
Lyrics (taken from [url=http://www.jerryjoseph.com/transcribed_lyrics/index.htm]here[/url]):
[b]Pogue's Weather[/b]
[i]Lyrics by Jerry Joseph,
transcribed by Patrick Sprowls[/i]
something less than brilliant
luckily they're grading on the curve
a life thought most resilient
sabotaged by chronic lack of nerve
lack of nerve
you should know better than
to bet the farm
on one suggested horse
its all out of your hands
so take your seat
and watch it run its course
run its course
baby its Pogue's Weather again
it blows in from the west
and I'm afraid that I'm not man
enough to take the test
to face it down
determination's fled
from Pogue's Weather again
communication's on the blink
I fear I've let you down
the guns, the sex, the kitchen sink
pack it all get out of town
out of town
the drum from panama
its beautiful
but always drops the beat
you could bang your fingers raw
announcing our retreat
out retreat
baby its Pogue's Weather again
I should buy some warmer clothes
because I'm afraid I'm not the man
the man you think you know
scared and running
scared and running
scared and running from the cold
its summer in the book I'm reading
its summer in Siam
and that's not where you are
that's not where I am
I'm scared and running
scared and running
scared and running
let me lie my face down
in the warmer sand
its Pogue's Weather again
yea, its ruthless and cruel
its Pogue's Weather again
its reminds me of you
nothing left here to do
its Pogue's Weather again
so, I'll just stay in my room
its Pogue's Weather again
And some comments from the press ([url=http://harpmagazine.com/reviews/cd_reviews/detail.cfm?article_id=2650]Harp Magazine, review of Josephs album [i]Cherry[/i] by By Randy Harward[/url]):
"In “Pogues Weather,” he invokes the Irish band to illustrate a broken-down relationship, and his lyrics and sandpaper soul convey a vividly visceral disappointment alien to most relationship tunes."
