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 malarkey
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 should all carry
i learnt 'em and sung 'em
and changed 'em
and passed them on
down the wild blue road
as Shane MacGowan & the Pogues
warm their hands
on a fire
made from chopsticks
and a horse pulls a milk wagon
up the steep, wet cobblestone
streets & 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
Tom Waits
California , March 2004
(typed as it appears in booklet - hope i haven't infringed any copyright

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Whilst i'm here , is it just me or has Tom Waits always looked the same age? He never ages but i don't remember him ever looking young either?! Think he was born into middle-age!