It’s a rare sunny day in Glasgow today (for now) as yesterday was perpetual blue all day and the kind of light to make flames in your hair in pictures. I wanted to share this song because every time it’s blue-skied in Glasgow I think of that moment of change in the mood of the lyrics, and how in the record version you have the huge sense of something rising with that brass and the sense of singing fully in the chorus of yourself,
Well the city was born bright blue today
And I whistled through the sunlit streets
And my empty hand
Felt cold and unused
And I’m quite all right, I get by just fine
I’m not depressed, not most of the time
It’s just the fun stuff
Is much less fun without you
I first discovered this song on a friend’s playlist, although I had heard it long before of course, but seeing it among other songs someone I cared about had chosen was special: like someone opening a door to the blue of the song you go out in, with the sunlit streets ahead of you.
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