The Critical 'I'

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Wednesday, March 17, 2004

Back from a St. Patrick's Day party at Bennigan's. Not too adventurous, but very close to home, so it fit the bill. It was okay, but given that I'm blogging in the aftermath, it obviously wasn't that good.

Anyway, to close out this St. Patty's Day, I feel like conjuring up a Pogues song: "Turkish Song of the Damned". The song itself is not that Irish, but the instrumentation is definitely Celtic, and the Poguers themselves are definitely Irish.

I come old friend from Hell tonight
Across the rotting sea
Nor the nails of the cross
Nor the blood of Christ
Can bring you help this eve
The dead have come to claim a debt from thee
They stand outside your door
Four score and three
Did you keep a watch for the dead man's wind
Did you see the woman with the comb in her hand
Wailing away on the wall on the strand
As you danced to the Turkish song of the damned

You remember when the ship went down
You left me on the deck
The captain's corpse jumped up
And threw his arms around my neck
For all these years I've had him on my back
This debt cannot be paid with all your jack

And as I sit and talk to you I see your face go white
This shadow hanging over me
Is no trick of the light
The spectre on my back will soon be free
The dead have come to claim a debt from thee