97. Fairytale of New York, The Pogues

This is from the bad old days when Dr S and I were doing our masters at McMaster. Dr S's hippie office-mate Barb introduced us to this song one night after a bunch of scotch. It's a great story - whenever she played it, Barb would say, "You can tell they really loved each other!"

"You're a bum, you're a punk."
"You're an old slut on junk, living there almost dead on a drip in that bed."
"You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot, Happy Christmas your arse, I pray God it's our last."
Yeah, the love really shines through.



Actually, the whole album (If I Should Fall From Grace With God) is great. There's a song on it called Thousands Are Sailing - it really resonated with us after leaving Newfoundland for "Canada." I think our culture shock couldn't have been far behind what the Irish would have felt when they got to New York.