Too many good people dying this month. I'm sad. And cold. Here's an obscure Yazoo song about the winter. Alison Moyet and Vince Clark always managed to combine clinical coldness with depth of emotion.
After this, I'll probably want to listen to Billy MacKenzie and The Associates singing 'Gloomy Sunday'.
green in your love
on bright days
you grew sunblind
you thought me unkind
To remind you
how winter kills
lost in daydreams
you drove too fast
and got nowhere
you rode on half fare
when you got too scared
how winter kills
tear at me
searching
for weaker seams
pain in your eyes
makes me cruel
makes me spiteful
tears are delightful
welcome your nightfall
how winter kills
I'll tear at you
searching
for weaker seams
ah... winter
ah... winter kills
YAZOO
on bright days
you grew sunblind
you thought me unkind
To remind you
how winter kills
lost in daydreams
you drove too fast
and got nowhere
you rode on half fare
when you got too scared
how winter kills
tear at me
searching
for weaker seams
pain in your eyes
makes me cruel
makes me spiteful
tears are delightful
welcome your nightfall
how winter kills
I'll tear at you
searching
for weaker seams
ah... winter
ah... winter kills
YAZOO
1 comment:
David Vine too, for fans of snooker and skiing.
(Hope your infection clears away soon Gordie, it's been going on a while.)
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