The Pogues - If I Should Fall From Grace With God - HD Audio & Visual Remaster

While Rum Sodomy & the Lash captured the Pogues on vinyl in all their hard hitting melodic glory.
With If I Should Fall from Grace with God the band proved they could submit to more polished production and still come up with an album that captured all the sharp edges of their musical personality.
Producer Steve Lillywhite imposed a more disciplined approach in the studio than Elvis Costello had, but had the good sense not to squeeze the life out of the band in the process.
As a result, the Pogues sound tighter and more precise than ever, while still summoning up the glorious howling fury that made Rum Sodomy & the Lash so powerful.
Shane MacGowan continues to grow here as a songwriter. His lyrics and melodies capture with brilliant detail his poetry showcasing the finer points of Anglo-Irish culture.
within the grooves of If I Should Fall From Grace With God, you have heaven and hell and everything in between.
If anyone was naive enough to view The Pogues as a quaint rabble-rousing cult band then this record forced them to think again, for this is a record of rare quality, seductive charm and outstanding poetry from the finest writer of his generation.
If I Should Fall From Grace With God
If I should fall from grace with God
Where no doctor can relieve me
If I'm buried 'neath the sod
But the angels won't receive me
Let me go, boys, let me go, boys
Let me go down in the mud, where the rivers all run dry
This land was always ours
It was the proud land of our fathers
It belongs to us and them
Not to any of the others
Let them go, boys, let them go, boys
Let them go down in the mud, where the rivers all run dry
Bury me at sea
Where no murdered ghost can haunt me
If I rock upon the waves
And no corpse shall lie upon me
Let me go, boys, let me go, boys
Let me go down in the mud, where the rivers all run dry
If I should fall from grace with God
Where no doctor can relieve me
If I'm buried in the sand
But the angels won't receive me
Let me go, boys, let me go, boys
Let me go down in the mud, where the rivers all run dry