Lorca
The Pogues Lyrics


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Ignacio lay dying in the sand
A single red rose clutched in a dying hand
The women wept to see their hero die
And the big black birds gathered in the sky

Mother of all our joys
Mother of all our sorrows
Intercede with him tonight
For all of our tomorrows

The years went by and then the killers came
And took the men and marched them up the hill of pain
And Lorca, the faggot poet they left till last
Blew his brains out with a pistol up his arse

Mother of all our joys
Mother of all our sorrows
Intercede with him tonight
For all of our tomorrows

The killers came to mutilate the dead
But ran away in terror to search the town instead
But Lorca's corpse, as he had prophesied, just walked away
And the only sound was the women in the chapel praying

Mother of all our joys
Mother of all our sorrows




Intercede with him tonight
For all of our tomorrows

Overall Meaning

The Pogues' song Lorca's Novena tells the story of two tragic incidents that happened during the Spanish Civil War. The first verse describes the death of Ignacio Sánchez Mejías, a famous bullfighter, who was killed by a bull in the bullring. The women mourn at his deathbed, while birds gather in the sky. The second verse talks about the execution of the poet Federico García Lorca. The killers took all the men in the village and marched them up the "hill of pain." Lorca was the last one to be killed, and he shot himself in the anus with a pistol. His corpse was mutilated, but according to legend, it walked away from the site of the execution.


The chorus is a prayer to Mary, who is the mother of both joy and sorrows. The lyrics ask her to intercede with the dead, both Ignacio and Lorca, for a better future. The song mourns the loss of two heroes, who represent different aspects of Spanish culture. Ignacio symbolizes the tradition of bullfighting, while Lorca represents the world of arts and letters. The song suggests that the Spanish Civil War was not just about politics, but also about culture, and that the brutality of the conflict destroyed both traditional and modern aspects of Spanish identity.


Line by Line Meaning

Ignacio lay dying in the sand
Ignacio was dying on the ground at the beach


A single red rose clutched in a dying hand
In his hand was a single red rose that was held tightly


The women wept to see their hero die
The women cried as they saw their hero pass away


And the big black birds gathered in the sky
Meanwhile, large black birds started to gather up high


Mother of all our joys
Mother Mary, who is the source of all our happiness


Mother of all our sorrows
Mother Mary, who is the source of all our pains


Intercede with him tonight
Request on our behalf for his intervention tonight


For all of our tomorrows
For every day to come


The years went by and then the killers came
Years had passed before the killers arrived


And took the men and marched them up the hill of pain
They grabbed the men and forced them up the torturous hill


And Lorca, the faggot poet they left till last
Lorca, the gay poet, was saved for last by the killers


Blew his brains out with a pistol up his arse
He used a pistol to blow his brains out via his butt


The killers came to mutilate the dead
The butchers arrived to mutilate the lifeless corpses


But ran away in terror to search the town instead
Ultimately, they fled in fear, searching elsewhere in the town


But Lorca's corpse, as he had prophesied, just walked away
However, Lorca's body just got up and walked away like he had predicted


And the only sound was the women in the chapel praying
The sole audio was that of the female devotees praying in the chapel




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: SHANE MACGOWAN

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Comments from YouTube:

@andrwaz1

That punk's either in love with that guys daughter or he has a new found respect for life!

@makvande576

BECAUSE I'M EITHER IN LOVE WITH DEBBIE OR I HAVE A NEWFOUND RESPECT FOR LIFE

@tinynuggins1029

Popcorn!

@michellel.6001

10 years!!! 10 years!!!! Teeeeennnn yeeeeaaaarrrrsss!!!!

@th3highwayman

Either he's in love with that guy's daughter, or he has a new found respect for life.

@MizRoo

Jesus Christ, perfect 😆

@deedeldeedle

Or maybe an irish junkie writing a latin dirge like none other

@CraicDealer

I love Shane and the Pogues, this is probably my favourite Pogues song, tbh. Such an underrated album. Got me into Lorcas writing too. To think people still call Shane a homophobe cos he used the word "faggot". Genuinely one of the greatest songwriters of all time, sadly a lot of people won't appreciate him until he's gone

@AndyB1286

I think Shane meant the word "faggot" in a dual sense here. Partly he was using the language of the late 1980s, but he was also criticising the Nationalists who used words like that in the 1930s, when they were going after Lorca and their other enemies.

@gerardduffy3495

A very liberal man. Some hear a word and freak without realizing what context it's being used. A poet

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