2023-12-02 A pai® of b®own eyes ‘One summer evening drunk to hell’, (y)our man Shane MacGowan ®IP and the rest of the Pogues wail it better as we do in the(ir) dirge A Pai® of B®own Eyes , ‘ I stood there nearly lifeless’, and isn’t (y)our man ©in the humble(d) narrator of (t)his Take This Thing Back to Baltime-moi®es and A pai® of b®own eyes after a ®ovin, a ®ovin, a ®ovin we go after the same of (t)his Saturday after before during and after it becomes another Sadu®day night and I ain’t got Nobody as we do, innit pandemi©at Stevens (hooker please, -id.), d®unk / to hell is all / we gots. Course (y)our man ©in’s plan was to audee Pogues musi© mo(u)®ning (that’s enough, -id.) noon and night last week following the ®IP of (y)our (I®ish)man Ma©Gowan – the subject of a ®o©kumenta®y that (y)our man ©in was after videeing and ...