3:30
Waiting For Herb, 1993
Written by Spider Stacy
Andrew Ranken, drummer for the Pogues, died yesterday. The Pogues' music flows in my DNA, at least until this album and their self-titled last, both of which are Shane-free and thus I didn't bother diving into. What remains of the Pogues is simpler, cleaner, more restrained. This song features a repetitive, simple chord progression, but the lyrics are pure Pogue-try. "I fell through the window / And I found that I was still breathing / I thought of tomorrow / And the fear that you might leave me," the narrator tells the loved one he dreams of. Ranken's drumming is patient and unshowy, propelling the yearning heartbeat of the song forward. It's not the Pogues at their wildest, but it’s unmistakably them: bruised, romantic, and defiantly breathing.
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