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The Pogues' Rum, Sodomy & the Lash Answers Famous Musical Questions

Dear Rum, Sodomy & the Lash, Who wrote the book of love?

- The Monotones, Newark, NJ

Dear Monotones, I'm going to make me a big sharp axe, shining steel-tempered in the fire. I'll chop you down like an old dead tree. Dirty old town, dirty old town.

Dear Rum, Sodomy & the Lash, Why do fools fall in love?
- Frankie L., New York, NY

Dear Frankie, Well it was Bob and Charlie Ford, those dirty little cowards, I wonder how they feel. For they ate of Jesse's bread, and they slept in Jesse's bed, and they laid poor Jesse in his grave.

Dear Rum, Sodomy & the Lash, Who's sorry now?
- Connie F., Newark, NJ

Dear Connie, The years passed by the times had changed I grew to be a man. I learned to love the virtues of sweet Sally MacLennane. I took the jeers and drank the beers and crawled back home at dawn, and ended up a barman in the morning.
Dear Rum, Sodomy & the Lash,

What's your name?

- Lynyrd S., Jacksonville, FL

Dear Lynyrd, One summer evening, drunk to hell, I stood there nearly lifeless. An old man in the corner sang "Where the Water Lilies Grow." And on the jukebox Johnny sang about a thing called love. And it's how are you kid and what's your name, and how would you bloody know?

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Dear Rum, Sodomy & the Lash, How soon is now?
- The Smiths, Manchester, UK

Dear Smiths, All night they tossed and tumbled till the morning did appear. The soldier rose, put on his clothes, and said, "Fare well my dear, for the drums are loudly beating and the fifes they sweetly play. If it weren't for that, Polly me dear, with you I'd gladly stay."

Dear Rum, Sodomy & the Lash, Will you still love me tomorrow?
The Shirelles, Passaic, NJ

Dear Shirelles, How well I remember that terrible day, the blood stained the sand and the water. And how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay, we were butchered like lambs at the slaughter. Johnny Turk he was ready, he primed himself well. He chased us with bullets, he rained us with shells, and in five minutes flat he'd blown us all to hell. Nearly blew us right back to Australia.

The Pogues perform with Justin Townes Earle, 8 p.m. Thursday, October 29, at House of Blues, 1204 Caroline, 888-402-5837 or www.hob.com/houston.

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