Heard this in Dunkin' Donuts this morning. First thought: "Damn, this should've been on the playlist for Chrissy's memorial event". Second thought (which is triggered literally every time I hear this song): "Damn, this song is amazing and perfect and I love it unequivocally. Why have I never owned a copy? Let's fix that. Okay. Largest iced coffee you got, black, please."
Seriously, though, it seems like a little masterpiece, sonically and lyrically. So much pathos. Feeble threats. Different perspectives. I think that if I'd heard this song this morning for the first time (and not the ten thousandth), I'd have been floored.
No idea what possessed me to jam this - being the first time I have tried anything from the 19 #80s here at all. Oh well, I've had jams that have lingered for as much as a whole two hours before I changed my mind so...