What Is Your Favourite Line/Phrase In A Pogues Song??

[NewJerseyRich]

runnin through my head all day has been the classic....

They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch
So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church


where's that dsweeney guy? maybe post his name under missin' medusans? it's been a tad quiet round these parts

[darrencp22]

Maybe he can chime in our the traditional/folkish nature of your lyric quote???

[Tyven]

"This land was always ours//was the proud land of our fathers
It belongs to us and them//not to any of the others"

Pure fucking truth.

[Sober]

I don't know if it has been mentioned, but I love the "Thanks for sweet fuck all" in NW3. I think it's another song too. Sea Shanty? I'm too lazy to look it up. But it's a great line. Or in the same song "Never did nobody wrong, never turned a decent wage."

[old barney greyheron]

'A man's ambition must indeed be small
to write his name upon a shithouse wall
but before I die i'll add my regal scrawl
to show the world i'm left with sweet fuck all'

I didn't need to look it up...I win!

[TinWhistlePaddy]

...Found a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball..

[Low D]

...Found a rusty tin can and an old hurley ball..

And then where it gets brought back in the last verse, rhymed with "it's useless to bawl"? Brilliant.

[TinWhistlePaddy]

Yeah, BMS is one of the best, imagery-wise, IMO

[Low D]

Yeah, BMS is one of the best, imagery-wise, IMO

Cinematic, i picture it as an old B&W film.

[TinWhistlePaddy]

Never thought of it that way, but I can see where you are coming from.

[Guest]

We watched our friends grow up together
and we saw them as they fell
some of them fell into heaven
some of them fell into hell

[theCOOP]

"The cracks in the ceiling spelled Hell"

[redadeg]

The husband caught me in the bed Tried to shoot me in the head
Had to swim the stream to get The Donegal Express

Back in sweet Virginia In the toilet with Lavinia
I nearly fucked her brains out And tore her party dress

A shit, a shave, a shower And half a pint of powers
Then off again to get on board The Donegal Express

[15minuteslater]

IN MANHATTAN'S DESERT TWILIGHT,
IN THE DEATH OF AFTERNOON,
WE STEPPED HAND IN HAND ON BROADWAY,
LIKE THE FIRST MEN ON THE MOON,
AND A BLACKBIRD BROKE THE SILENCE,
AND HE WHISTLED IT SO SWEET,
AND IN BRENDAN BEHAN'S FOOTSTEPS,
I DANCED UP AND DOWN THE STREET.

Recently I 're-stepped' the lyrics of the whole song in NYC, tipping my hat to Mr Cohen and dancing up and down the street, to the bewilderment of Times Square's tourists.

[Guest]

"You have robbed our homes and fortunes
Even drove us from our land
You tried to break our spirit
But you'll never understand
The love of dear old Ireland
That will forge an iron will
As long as there are gallant men
Like young Ned of the hill"

it gives me the creeps as well...