There's no love left on Earth and God is dead in Heaven

I know this will come as a surprise to many of you, but I don't celebrate St. Patrick's Day. It was pretty much ruined for me during my sojurn in Savannah, a city that claims to have the second-largest celebration in America. As spurious as that may sound, I can tell you for certain: it's an event of nightmarish proportions. They dye the river green, they dye the beer green, they dye the puke green. People descend from the hills and the local military bases in droves and you wake up that morning to find an F-150 parked on your lawn. What was the name of that made-for-TV horror movie with the gigantic tarantulas that take over the town and eat people? It's like that, only if the tarantulas were wearing green and white Cat-in-the-Hat novelty hats and carrying commemorative plastic cups.

Anyhow, predictably, here's a tune for the day: Sally MacLennane, by the Pogues