Dirty Old Town by the Pogues

You can dream in a small town, especially when the town claims no attractions and offers no tourist charm.

You cannot sing a sweet, sober love song about a homely place. So you growl it, like Shane MacGowen, and the love pours out from the band and from the crowd. It’s their kind of place. No expectations, no aspirations, just a place in the world that might hold you, without judgment, when no other place will have you.  You don’t have to go far west from the suburban town where I live before you arrive at shabby, lovely, dirty old towns.

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