I reckon it's the best song written in maybe thirty years, excepting only some of Elbow's stuff.
How this chap could be nominated for an Ivor Novello award and be robbed of it, is an indictment of the general state of British music and the tone-deaf idiocy of those who set themselves up as judges of these things.
I can listen to this time and time again. And there are VERY few songs I could honestly say that about.
Right now in Britain it's also rather apt. Our snow left yesterday and today our water pipes thawed too.
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