I've rediscovered The Pogues. They are a great mix of Celtic and grittiness. And like Morrissey, their songs easily become Ohrwuermer (ear worms). I love the music and the lyrics, but not if I really pay attention to them. For example, from "Fairytale of New York:"It was Christmas Eve, babe
In the drunk tank
And an old man said to me
Won't see another one
Listen/see here.
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